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neesieiumz · 1 year

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love language ⸻ You remind me I’m imperfect and it sucks to admit it. ⸻ a. ojiro

synopsis ⸺ after six months, you lay eyes on your ex-boyfriend at a mutual friend’s party.

warnings ⸺ smut. 18+, black-coded reader. female reader. afab anatomy. praise kink, cunnilingus, blow job, some angst, happy ending, time skip aran. use of ocs, but barely even mentioned. he’s very sweet to you no matter what. this is also my haikyuu debut so... I haven't read the haikyuu time skip so this is all referencing his wiki page and how other people write about him.

writer notes ⸺ disclaimer, i'm just starting the haikyuu manga, so please bear with me. I really tried to embody what people say he embodies, so hopefully, I did this fine man justice. (also disclaimer, i hate the reason they broke up but it was the best one i could find and create.)

wc ⸺ 6.2k

The city was alive mostly at night, it was a beautiful thing. Although, that was where you were not at tonight.

As you walked, your heels clicked through against the cobblestone walkway. Passing by the bright glass stone lights, lighting your way to the one destination. Smiling, although it was a melancholy one. It had been a while since you had gone out like this, wrapping yourself up in work and distracting yourself from any and everything. Most of your friends would call your recent way of life destructive, so you hoped to get them off your back this way. Your dress was black, matching everything else you wore. After all, the event you were going to was an all-black attire. The dress is backless, along with carefully sewn holes on both sides of the dress. In your hands held both your bag and a gift bag as well, containing a very expensive purse and perfume.

Soon you arrived at the event, a birthday party, a very private one as well. It was held at a country club you used to frequent as well, back during a different part of your life. Two guards stood out front, one holding a tablet.

“Name?” The one on the left asked you, the moment you stepped up to them.

You gave them your name, and them checking, glancing at your photo that popped up before looking at you. It was very tight security after all. You hold both bags in one hand, before lowering your glasses and revealing your eyes so they can get a good look at you. The two men nodded, stepping out of the way and opening the door to the private club. They both tell you to enjoy your night, which you thanked them for before walking inside. At the reception of the country club, the lady at the desk smiled, before asking you where you were headed. There must have been multiple events being held during this time, you thought to yourself, no matter though.

You told her the name of your close friend, whose birthday it was today. She smiled, before pointing down the hall, telling you which hall is hosting the party. Smiling, thanking her before walking down yourself. You creaked the door open slightly, the sounds of people mingling together getting louder and louder as you did. The tables were mostly gone, making room for the tall tables designed for people to rest their drinks on. The meshing of gold and green, a garden-themed cocktail party. Vines decorated the walls, paired together with shimmering fake flowers. You smiled to yourself, once again, you thought, she goes all out. Towards the back, hanging a beautifully decorated table which deemed itself to be the gift table was a banner adorning her name. Wading through the crowd, smiling and waving at those you knew and excusing yourself past those you did not know.

Jumping at the sudden attack behind your back, you heard familiar giggling as pink silk-gloved hands wrap themselves around you. The familiar giggling had you smiling even wider, placing your hands on top of her own, and turning your head to make eye contact with her.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it!!” She whined in your ear, the smell of saccharine alcohol on her tongue.

Smiling, you turned towards her fully, wrapping your arms around her in a hug, “of course I wasn’t, I couldn't miss your birthday for the world.”

She fully accepted your hug, letting you go but still keeping her arms around you. Immediately her eyes zeroed in on the gift you had in your hands. She squealed, immediately diving in to swipe it away from you, but you moved back with a quick step, laughing as she pouted once again. Your friend became very spoiled once alcohol tasted her tongue.

“I’ll place this on the gift table and you can open them tomorrow when you're much more yourself, okay?”

She pouted again, but nodded her head, telling you to stop by the cocktail table before finding the rest of your friends. You agreed, turning around to continue on your journey to the gift table. Getting the table, you placed your gift along with the rest of the massive and most expensive gifts as well. Once you did, you turned around, eyeing both the assortment of cocktails available already pre-made, along with an open bar making custom selections for those who didn’t like what was available. Walking over to the table, you looked over everything that was in front of you, and it all looked so good. Martinis, margaritas, and all the different assortment of colored drinks. Glancing over everything one more time, you decided on a gradient-like drink, clear on top with yellow settling at the bottom, decorated with ice at the top and a piece of rose vine and a small bud that had yet to grow into a full-fleshed rose. This specific drink came with its own straw. After carefully sipping it, approving of its taste, you cast your eyes to the crowds, looking for wherever your friends were congregating.

Catching sight of your friend’s frilly pink dress, you started to make your way to them, and then froze…

Standing there, over 6 feet tall, wearing a navy blue silk fitted shirt with matching slacks. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, eyes seeing his familiar layered chains. When he’s not on the court, he’s always wearing them, especially the ones you got him. Your eyes landed on the biggest one of them all, recognizing it as the one you got him on his birthday, in the very shape of the ball he loves the most. When you left to spend it with him with what little time you had. His birthday was always during the volleyball season here, so you never got to do a more special celebration until the off-season. His ears were adorned with gold studs, face, and hair, and freshly cut, you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Aran Ojiro looked good, way too good for you to face him again.

It was only six months ago that you even broke up with him.

The season had just begun when you did so as well, which usually lasted about six months as well, but you weren’t expecting to see him so soon after.

Before you could turn around, fall into the crowd and avoid the man, the birthday girl spotted you once again. She smiled, waving to you to come over, calling you by name. Almost immediately, the rest of your group followed her eyesight, including Aran.

Damn her, you bitterly thought, forcing yourself to pick up your legs to walk over to the group. You kept your eyes on the birthday girl, forcing yourself to ignore the cryptic countenance Aran took the moment he laid his eyes. You greeted the rest of the group, giving hugs to the ones who came up for them, without spilling your drink.

“It’s so good to see you, it feels like we haven’t seen you in forever!” Fumiya, who stood next to the birthday girl said.

“I’ve just been… really busy!” You forced a smile on your face, taking another sip of your drink.

“Yeah, busy throwing yourself into work and barely giving yourself a fucking break.”

The group knew of your recent break with the man not too far away, but it seemed the flowing alcohol stripped away all inhibitions. You could feel his eyes on your own the moment Fumiya said that, although you did your best to ignore it, as the group delved into further conversation. Before you knew it, your straw was sucking up remnants of water from the melting ice. You excused yourself from the group, deciding to go to the bar for a custom drink.

Smiling at the bartender, you handed over the empty glass before looking over the cocktail menu, the more complicated it was as you looked further down and down the menu. Everything was covered by your friend’s fiance, who was also a very rich man completely in love with her. You looked over what was available, before deciding on a platinum passion, a very expensive drink, something you would never order on a day-to-day basis. As you waited, you could hear footsteps walking about behind you, mostly ignoring them until someone came up right beside you.

“What would you like to order, sir?” You heard the bartender ask whoever was beside you.

“Uh, lemme get a Moscow mule.”

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice beside you, but this time you couldn't help but glance to your right, seeing the same man you had been avoiding at all cost right beside you. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and quickly you looked away, your manicured nails tapping against the open bar.

“It’s been a while, huh?” You heard him say, knowing his words for you.

You took a deep quick breath, before deciding to speak, “yeah… yeah, it has.”

It went quiet all over again, the awkwardness settling in and suffocating the two of you. Soon the bartender that took your order came over with a tall glass filled with fizzling purple drink, topped with a beautiful orchid and a black straw to tie it all together. You took a sip of it, the taste of passion fruit and expensive champagne, with some sweet apricots mixed in, you could hardly taste the alcohol in the drink. Despite everything telling you not to, you couldn't help yourself, turning towards him. He was leaning against the bar, sipping away at his glass of vodka and ginger beer. Crossing your legs as you glanced over his form once more. You took another sip, watching him as he finished his drink with no stopping, handing his glass right back to the person at the bar. He ordered another one, and as he did, took the opportunity to get closer to you.

“How’s work been for you?” He asked, showing off his soft, sweet smile.

“It’s been really good for me, I recently closed on a house and am currently setting up some open houses as well.” You said, smiling at the recent positive prospects at your job as a realtor.

His smile got even bigger at that, which had you smiling even harder.

“How… How is the season this year? I didn’t really keep up with it as much as I wanted.” You said, looking away from him.

The two of you knew what that meant, but the two of you didn’t want to mention it, at least not right now. Nodding his head, he turned his head towards the bartender who gave him his drink.

“The season was good, really good. I’m just… glad to be home for the time being until training.”

You nodded your head once again at that, “I’m glad... That you had a good season of course.”

As you took a sip of your drink and Aran did at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder, how different the two of you would be if you hadn’t made the decision you did. Six months ago may not feel like a lot, but if you had asked yourself just fifteen minutes ago before you even laid eyes on him once again, you would have said you were over him. However, you’re here, staring your ex-boyfriend once again in the eyes, and realizing, how much you really missed him.

Your stomach took on a sudden, heavy feeling of realization as you stood up straight, slightly startling the very same man your mind was in turbulence over. You forced a smile on your face.

“itwasreallynicetoseeyouAranbutihavetogo,” you mumbled down, placing your unfinished drink on the bar before racing past him as fast as you can without drawing much attention to yourself.

You could hear him call out your name, but you ignored it, opting to open the doors leading to the endarkened hallway of the country club, into sudden cold air. Crossing your arms, rubbing your hands over your upper to provide some kind of warmth. You wanted to grab your phone, to call yourself an Uber or Lyft, whichever would get here fast when you eyed landed on your empty elbow which was supposed to hold your bag. You blinked once, once again, before relaxing you must have left it at the open bar, where you left Aran all high and dry from the… could you even call that a conversation?

Suddenly the door flew open right behind you, showing Aran, eyes wide open and holding two things in his hands. Your very bag that you were just worrying over, and the drink that you had left behind. Immidalet he spotted, his anxious form relaxing as he approached you.

“You left this behind,” he said quietly, holding them out to you.

As quiet as he was, you thanked him, taking the things from his hands. As you were about to walk away, Aran’s voice stopped you right in your tracks.

“Did… did I make a mistake?”

His voice echoed through the hall, louder than he probably meant for it but it hits you nonetheless. Slowly you turned around, taking a deep breath and shaking your head at him.

“No, it was… it was me, you were… perfect.”

He shook his head, taking even more steps towards you. You tried to step away but he just got closer, “I’m not accepting that, there has to be a reason why you would break up with me with no reason, no reason at all.”

You shook your head once again, “I’m not lying Aran.” You could say this a million times, the look on his face revealed that he wasn’t taking your answer.

He took another step towards you, and you took another step back. Over again, you did this song and dance until your back hit the wall. You dropped your bag, while he took the drink back, placing it on the ground before standing back up. His tall form towered over you, arm resting above your head as he looked down at you. You could only give him one glance before looking away from him, your mesh-gloved hands trying to push him away from you. Heart pounding with your ears, body beginning to throb all over. Insanity on how he still had such an effect on you.

A hand came under your chin, moving your face, “look at me,” his low voice mumbled, but it was loud and clear.

You listened before anything could tell you to stop, looking up at his deep, dark brown eyes, shining with a multitude of emotions.

“Aran…” you whispered, and that was the last thing you said before feeling lips on your own.

Taking in a breath of surprise, you could help yourself, falling under his spell, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. The arm that was above you left its position, hand now resting softly on your cheek as his other hand came about your waist, his palms touching the open skin on the dress. Your own hands trailed up from his stomach, the feeling of his abs so familiar under you yet everything you've been craving for a long time. Hands now resting on the sides of his neck, you pulled him as close as you could.

Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss, the two of you breathing heavily as you did. Suddenly you could feel his rough hands swipe something away on your face… liquid… oh, you’re crying. Sniffing, you tried to wipe away the rest of them but he wasn’t having that, taking both of your hands in one of his before whipping the rest of your tears with his other. Soon after, he took your bag off the ground, along with a drink. With nothing but a motion, he told you to finish up the drink. Nodding your head, you took the drink, tears still silently streaking down your face, as you sip down the rest. He took his phone and keys out of his pockets, before taking your free hand and guiding you out of the country club. You had finished the drink as you reached the receptionist's desk, which was now empty. Aran took the empty glass filled with ice, and placed it on the desk, leaving a small note before taking your hand and taking you right outside.

It was quiet between the two of you as you walked outside into the cold. Almost immediately, you shivered, and Aran stopped in his tracks. He turned around, facing you, before shifting off his jacket. You tried to refuse the jacket, but he was having absolutely none of that, draping it across your shoulders before taking your hand and leading you right to his car. He unlocked the car, and opened the passenger side, gesturing for you to get inside, which you did.

Making yourself comfortable within the familiar car, buckling in your seatbelt, as Aran jogged around, opening his own door before sliding inside the car. With a quick press of a button, sliding on his own seatbelt before pulling out of his parking space. With so much to say, and no clear way to say it, the car ride was silent as he drove the two of you to your– his apartment, or his loft, you would put it. As he suddenly turned a sharp left, his broad hand suddenly grabbed at your thigh, keeping you both in place as he turned. It was such a simple gesture but everything about it had your heart racing just like the event hall

Arriving at the parking deck, Aran pulled in, parked, and got out of the car. You knew better than to move, Aran jogging right back over to open your door. Holding his hand, you thanked him, watching him close the door behind you before locking the car. He handed you your bag and you held it as he held a tight grip on your hand, guiding you to the exit into the building. He knew you knew where to go, yet diced on keeping a tight grip on you, the two of you entering a dimmed hallway before heading down the hall to the left. Going down the familiar twists and turns of the loft building, the two of you arrived right in front of his door. Quickly, he unlocked the door, before taking you inside his place. Aran turned on the lights as you entered inside. Eyeing everything, it was just as you left it six months ago.

Kicking off your heels, you placed them by the door as Aran went to the kitchen, telling you to take a seat on the couch. Despite everything within you, you listened, snuggling within his formal jacket, smelling of frosted apples, whiskey, and white oak. You waited for a few moments, before hearing movement and seeing him walk over to you with a glass hand, filled with water. He sat right next to you, slowly handing over the glass to you. You thanked him, taking a few sips of the water, the coolness relieving pressure building you didn’t know was building within you. Once you had enough, you placed the glass on the glass coffee table in front of you, before feeling your hands grab your own. He turned you towards, holding them close to his, placing a slight kiss on the mesh gloves. You relished in the feeling of his soft lips, the thin material allowing you to do so. Aran soon moved one of his hands around your waist, basically scooping you up and placing you right on his lap.

“Talk to me, you know how these things go,” he murmured, “we didn't have a chance to because you broke things off right before I left and wouldn’t answer my calls or texts.”

You sighed, leaning into his hold, his arms locking you right into his lap.

“You said it wasn’t something I did… was it something you did and you simply didn't want to tell me?”

“Did you stop loving me?”

You shook your head as well, denying that qualm as well.

“Well then, if it’s not any of those, and you say it wasn’t something I did… what prompted you to do so, then?”

You took a deep breath, thumb aimlessly stroking across his fingers, “it wasn't something you did. More like, I made a decision that I thought was best for both of us.”

Confusion overtook his face as you shifted your body, straddling his lap so you could face him fully. You ignored the throbbing within yourself, shifting yourself up to get as close to him as you could.

“You’ve always been a person of passion, it’s been your life since before I met you. I just… I just like I couldn’t keep up with you sometimes. You would want to do all these things when your home and I… couldn’t keep up.”

“We were on two different wavelengths to me, and I didn’t know how else to fix it.”

You could both feel and hear Aran take in a deep breath before sighing it out, all while his hands made mindless circles into the parts of your skin that were exposed.

“So it was something I did,” he mumbled in your ear.

You immediately shook your head, but he shushed, laying his head right on top of your shoulders. You moved your arms up, resting your hand straight on the back of his head, holding him to you.

“I should have been more sensitive to what you were feeling,” he said, placing a kiss on top of your shoulder.

You shook your head, “maybe I should have just told you what I was feeling, I was… scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

You couldn't help but shrug your shoulders, “I… psyched myself into believing you wouldn't understand what I was feeling.”

“Now you know the last thing I would do is judge you, angel.”

You couldn't help but smile at the nickname, it’s been a while since you'd heard, it was your favorite one out of everything he’s ever called you. Aran continued to place kisses on top of your shoulders, moving closer and closer to your neck, His heated breath caused you to shiver within his hold, and your hands tightened around the back of his neck. You could feel your dress rising up with every movement you made, your body aching for him after so long. His movements went from your shoulder to your neck, laying careful but electrifying kisses all along it.

Gasping his name, you curled into him, his hands soon sliding from your hips to your ass. He gripped at it tightly, and before you knew it, he got up with you still in his arms. You squealed, holding on to him tightly as he made a few steps before heading up his black cherry-wood stairs, heading up to his own bedroom on the second floor. The moment he arrived at the top, he took a few uck steps to the left before launching you right onto the bed, landing on the soft material. You scooted back a bit, resting again on your arms and the pillows as Aran began to unbutton his shirt a bit. The dark shirt slowly revealed his very well-fitted form, from years of volleyball. He threw his shirt to the side, before getting on the bed, climbing right on top of you.

“I fucking missed you,” he mumbled into your skin, his hands dipping down under your rising dress.

Breathless as he pressed his fingers against your panties, taking in the wetness staining them. He left a few kisses along your cheek before capturing another kiss, pressing himself as he did. You held his face in your hands as he kissed you, deeply, as if you were going to disappear right in front of him. The dress straps were slipping with every movement he made against you, the dress falling off all the same. He pushed himself in between your legs, allowing you to wrap them around his waist as well. His thick fingers slipped past your panties, two of them easing themselves deep inside you. Gasping within the kiss, unconsciously squeezing around them. Aran said nothing as he teases you, taking his thumb to rub slow yet deep circles in your clit, moving his fingers just as slowly.

Slowly, he let go of the kiss, keeping his lips right next to your ear as his hollow deep voice whispered into it. He took in your squirms, your pleas for him to go faster, knowing this pace couldn’t do anything for you.

“Relax for me,” his voice was soft but stern.

You tried your best to listen to him, but your body still slightly trembled in anguish, wanting him to do more and more to you. Slowly he began to speed up, sating the building desire and frustration within you. Your legs had spread wider and wider, allowing him to hit deeper and deeper. At this point your dress had fallen off your dress, scrunching up and pooling around your waist. Dripping all over his fingers, your body quivered and shook, jerking as you cried out.

You hear his voice speak up again, “you gonna come for me?”

Rapidly shaking your head, no words come to your head as your mind begins filling with brown noise. You could feel his body pressing against you, keeping the same rapid pace, with no sense of stopping. Squeezing around him, your hands came up around his upper arms, squeezing them so tight, your sharp nails dug dents into his skin. He paid it no mind, entrancing by the spaced-out look on your face.

“Don’t hold back, angel.”

Eyes closing shut, your body convulsed, a loud gasp-like moan coming out through the room, arousal gushing out of all over your thighs and his fingers. You melted back into his hold and bed, mind floating and filled with noise. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, not being able to see him taking the two before lapping your juices up. Sono you felt hands right at your waist, pulling off the rest of the dress, along with your panties. Once the clothes were gone, you could feel those same hands pull right down towards him, matching up eye to eye with him. Aran placed one hand on your face, keeping the other one at your waist. He lowered his face down to you, whispering in your ear,

“You okay angel?”

You nodded your head, and slowly brought up your arms to his face, holding his face in your hands. He accepted your soft kiss, his thumb rubbing affectionately against your cheek. Using your arm, you prop yourself up, pushing back against him as he rises up a bit. His hands went back down around your waist, before flipping the two of you with ease, you laying right on top of him. You swung your legs over his body as you let go of the kiss, straddling his lap. You reached down, unclasping his pants button before slowly pulling down the zipper. Slowly you stripped his pants away, revealing plain black boxers. You pushed his pants as far down as they could, Aran kicking off the rest of his legs and the bed. Your hands went on his boxers next, slowly peeling them back. Before you could even peel them down a quarter of the way, his thick cock sprung out, slapping against his abdomen. You peeled them down the rest of the way, scooting back a bit, leaning down with soft, wet kisses against his stomach, leading down to the tip. He let out small, soft gasps with every kiss you left.

You relished every sound he made, tongue swirling and teasing him, knowingly teasing him just as he did you. Having had enough of your antics, Aran’s hands gripped at your shortened locs, no longer in the high ponytail you had for the part. You slowed him to slowly guide your head down his length, your hands wrapping around the rest of the length you couldn’t swallow. The moment his cock hit the back of your throat, he groaned, head thrown back. Bobbing your head up and down, droll dripping down onto his length. The sounds of his pleasure only fueled your actions further, your hand coming around to your lips couldn't reach.

“So good, so fucking good for me,” he let out, using his hands to help guide down his cock.

You moaned around him, causing him to jerk within your hold, heaving in and out. Just as quickly he had your entire being under his spell, you couldn't deny how much you released in the sounds Aran made for you.

How could I ever part with him in the first place? You couldn't help but think to yourself, feeling his grip against your hair tighten, as if was beginning to brace himself. This didn't stop your movements and continued to swallow him down. He wants you as much as he could get out of his mouth, before the taste of slightly sour yet basic flooding your mouth. You swallowed all his cum, not letting up even after Aran let go of your hair. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head off of his cock, placing wet kisses all along it. His hands suddenly grabbed your hips, dragging you right up to him. You hovered right over him, smiling as you looked down at his face. As you went down for another kiss, you could feel his own hands guiding your hips further down.

Gasing, gripping his hands in sharp pain as he began to slowly sink his cock inside you. You begged for him to go slowly, hearing him whisper in your ear.

“Breath through your nose, angel, I’ll go as slow as you need me to do.”

You nodded your head hanging onto every word that fell from his lips. It had been so long, and the fact he was so big was an even bigger contributing factor. Overwhelmed, your head dropped down to his chest as his hands moved from your hips to underneath your butt. Restricted in his movements, his grip on you was tight as he slowly lifted your body up and down. Your body lay against his, trying your best to relax as he slowly fucked you, allowing your body to get used to him once again. Aran whispered in your ears, guiding you through everything. Soon your painful gasps became filled with passion, your tight grip on his shoulders loosening up. Your own hips began to grind down.

“Better?” he whispered, feeling your own hips begin to move against him.

You let out a moan in affirmation, nodding against his chest before feeling him thrust up once. His pace began to quicken, beginning to repeatedly plunge into you. His every movement overwhelmed you, curling into the pleasure. Your hands roamed his chest, nails slightly digging into them as he ravished you through and through. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin, the gush of your arousal soaking the both of you, dripping onto the bed. Suddenly, he lifted you up, rising above the bed. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and neck, holding on tight as he stood up, slamming your back against the wall. Head threw back in pleasure as he parted your legs widener, his grip on your thighs so strong he could leave bruises.

Aran nuzzled against your neck, his hot heavy breath breathing shivers down your body. He nipped away at your neck, taking in every sound you made under him.

“Soso good,” your words were slurring together, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You’re taking me so well, angel, fuck I could fuck you all night,” he groaned into your ear, biting at it slightly at the end.

Your body and voice cried out at that, expletives falling from your lips. He was hitting so deep, he could almost bruise your cervix with the pace he was going. You couldn’t complain, you had never felt more within a single moment. The number of marks you left on his body would definitely be noticeable tomorrow, but you couldn't care less about that. He continued leaving kisses along your neck, sucking and biting against the skin as well. Tension was inciting, building within you, your cunt throbbing and squeezing tighter and tighter around him.

“I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna⸺” you could barely finish your warning before the dam broke, cum gushing out of you, making a bigger mess than before.

“Oooh fuck,” your body shook and shuddered, letting out a loud moan as you came all over him, squirting all over you.

Aran didn’t stop his movements for a second, fucking you through your prolonged orgasm. Your body twitches within his hold, incoherent words slurring together from your mouth. Just as quickly as he moved you from the bed, he pulled out for a moment, carrying you right back to the bed before sliding right back into you, your legs stretched to their maximum. You screamed, hands reaching for something ground as you could feel his fat tip press right against your cervix,

“Too deep,” you squealed, overly sensitive from the orgasm you just had.

He said nothing, his slams into you starting to become more erratic, his mind getting just as spaced out as your own. His body hovered over you, slamming into you with everything breath he had in him, face furrowed in concentration. You could do nothing but take the force of his pummels, mind floating and body tingling from everything around you. His sweat dripped down from his face, his chains falling in front of you, dangling above your face.

With a sudden groan, “fuck⸺”, he slammed into you aimlessly a few more times, before going, his body laying right on top of you as he groaned into your neck.

You could feel him filling you up, gasping as you did. In the back of your mind, you were thankful you were still on birth control. His body was sticky with sweat, sticking on top of yours as the two of you just lay there. He turned his head, moving it right back to your face, before laying soft and sweet kisses all over your face and cheek, completely different from the man who had just ravaged and relished in your every being.

Slowly, he pulled out, the two of you hissing from the sensitivity as he did. You could barely move off the bed, only hearing his movements as he walked away from the bed. You could only sit with your thoughts, they began to run rough, wondering if he had suddenly regretted that before hearing his footsteps approach the bed. Suddenly, you felt something cold and wet along your inner thighs, pressing carefully into the sore places his grip got a little too tight. You smiled, this was familiar, reminiscing on the days past. Hissing at the sudden switch in sensations, but relaxing as the cold wet rag made your inner thighs better. Aran continued to wipe away the mess on your body, along with carefully pressing the rag against your pussy to allow for it to receive some relief. It helps you regain some of your strength, being able to watch him walk away into the bathroom to clean himself up. He kept the door open, allowing you to gaze and look at him as he did, watching the cold water drip down his body as well.

He felt your eyes on him, turned around, and saw you keeping your eyes on every part of his body. Aran only smirked, turning away from you.

“You better stop looking at me before I want a round two,” is all he said, turning on the sink and ringing out the rag.

Your boisterous laugh echoed through the loft, flipping around in the sheets, which were still slightly wet. You heard the sink turn off, before seeing Aran walk over with a blanket and a silk wrapping in hand. Together the two of you laid the blanket down on the bed, before grabbing the thick, black comforter and wrapping yourselves in it, exhaustion hitting your body like freight trains. Aran took the silk wrapping, helping you place your hair into it before falling into the blankets.

Yawning, you could feel his strong arms wrap themselves sound you, pulling you into him. You turned around, snuggling into his physique, hands coming up right under your head to get more comfortable under him. You felt him place a kiss on

You know you’re still in due for a long conversation concerning your insecurities within your relationship. How this situation even came to be was all about you getting into your head, along with other outside forces that you would rather not talk about. However, there was one thing you could come to a conclusion about when it comes to Aran Ojiro, you could never fully part with him. Even if your paths diverge at the end.

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maaneskin · 9 months

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GOODBYE, MY PEACE. inarizaki vb team x f!reader, 1.1k

note, this is not serious in the slightest — it’s also old

“no,”

“please!” the boy with the newly dyed blonde hair, smiled brightly, nodding his head up and down. right behind him was an identical face but with newly dyed gray hair instead of the blonde atsumu had chosen. he – atsumu – was most definitely not using the purple shampoo you got for him after the dye job; his hair was more yellow than blonde.

despite popular belief, osamu was not less annoying than atsumu. sure, osamu was quieter, more laid back, and usually let atsumu take the lead in whatever stupid activity they had come up with, but he was not any less annoying, “(name), please,” his voice was also deeper and had a more nassaly tone to it.

watching the two do their best puppy dog eyes to you in an attempt to get their way, was somewhat amusing but also somewhat annoying, “i don’t want to be your manager… again,” your time in middle school was spent watching the two idiots you called your best friends play volleyball and somewhere during your second year they convinced you to become manager for the boys volleyball club. you did have fun, though you would rather be set on fire than admit that. watching them play, watching them score and win brought you deep satisfaction.

atsumu tried again, pleading with you to, once again, become manager for the boys volleyball club, “aran wants you to join too. you love aran,”

you paused, “i do love aran,” ojiro aran had more than once been your savior for when the twins got out of hand and you didn’t feel like dealing with them. he was all around a nice guy with a kind heart. one of your most trusted companions.

“please,”

“i don’t know,” you sighed, tilting your head.

atsumu clapped his hands together, “please. we won’t fight for the rest of the week!”

you raised an eyebrow as osamu stuffed his hand in his pocket to pull out his phone, “what day is it today? thursday, we can do that,” the brothers made eye contact, having a mental agreement. they both nodded, “yeah, we can do that,”

“no fights until next thursday! and i’ll think about it,”

they both grimaced but nodded, shoulders hanging low. you rolled your eyes, “you’re so annoying,”

“she’s talking about you,” osamu taunted his twin. atsumu, as predicted, began throwing a tantrum, “she was talking about us both!” osamu put his hands behind his head and began walking away, knowing the blonde would follow, “you’re the annoying one, so it was about you,”

you sighed deeply, watching them leave the vicinity with loud voices. one thing about them was they never failed to entertain you. you muttered that it was about both of them, but they were too far away to hear you. atsumu turned back around and yelled for you to meet them at the gym after school, to which you gave a lazy wave and walked in the other direction.

the miya twins weren’t all that bad. despite how you act most of the time, you treasured them both deeply and were happy to have them in your life. you didn’t regret talking to the teary-eyed boy who had been looking down at his fallen onigiri for ten minutes straight. he had been somewhat unconsolable, having removed his tears but still in a sad mood. at least until you offered him some of the stirfry you had in your lunchbox. apparently he had never tasted anything better, for the next day he was by your side when the second lunch was called and didn’t leave you alone until lunch was over. with starry eyes, he asked if he could have some of your food and in return you could have some of his. (“my name is miya osamu!” he introduced himself with his mouth full of food, you could barely understand what he was saying). he later introduced you to atsumu and they never left you alone since then.

that did not mean you wanted to be manager again. it was a lot of work all the time and being around sweaty high school boys seemed more and more like a nightmare the more you thought about it.

you had half the mind to ditch them and just go home instead of going to the gym, but when thinking about the consequences of doing that, you decided against it. with a filled out club application in hand you headed for the gym. maybe you could convince the coach to reject your application. you gasped, stopping in the middle of the hallway, “i’m a genius,”

—

“please let me be manager, i’m a huge fan of the miya twins!”

kurosu norimune, head coach of the inarizaki’s boys volleyball team, looked taken aback for a moment and then sighed heavily as if this wasn’t the first time he had heard those words today. it probably wasn’t, given how, even as first years just out of middle school, the miya brothers’ were already popular.

“(surname) was it? we really can’t–”

“ah, (name), you’re here?!”

most times you consider ojiro aran to be a blessing. he and you formed a special bond from having to deal with the miya’s. but right now, he was more a curse than a blessing. what if he fouled your super genius plan of not becoming the manager for the boy’s volleyball team.

“coach, sorry for interrupting you!” he bowed in an apology, “i just hadn’t seen her in so long,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck.

“you know her?” kurosu asked, taking a second look at your filled out application.

with a horrified expression, you, subtly but rapidly, shook your head, mouthing the words ‘no, you don’t’. he was going to expose you.

“yeah! she’s close friends with atsumu and osamu, so we’ve met many times before!” he smiled.

you closed your eyes, accepting your fate.

kurosu looked back at your defeated face. the situation turned over in his head and he barked out a laugh, “i take it you’re not actually a fan?” he asked you, finding amusement in your inevitable doom.

having already accepted that you’re not getting out of the situation, answered him honestly, “i’m more of a hater if anything,”

he laughed again, “i’ll consider you for the manager position then, (surname),”

“please don’t,” you muttered under your breath. he left after asking a few more questions and you directed your attention towards the guy who was apparently praying for your downfall.

aran smiled sheepishly to you, “sorry?” he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for, but it felt like doing so would be the best course of action.

“you should be,” you snapped, “now i have to deal with dummy one and dummy two again,”

the male had half the mind to say you were dummy three. while you knew how to restrain yourself most of the time, you had your moments when your intelligence dropped to the lowest and you joined the twins in whatever bullshit they had going on.

“i’m going to die, aran,”

he chuckled, patting your shoulder, “it won’t be that bad,”

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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ꕥ fixing his daughter’s hair to match yours ꕥ

note: ty for 900!! As a thank you, I’ll post this early ❣️

father-son ver, fluff, lots of it, some domestic fluff, not rlly proofread

Osamu, Daichi, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Aran || long-haired reader, fem!reader

Osamu

He sat on his daughter’s bed, brushing the little girl’s hair as she stands between his legs

“lil mochi, how ya wannit?” he calls her by the little nickname he assigned since her birth (he thought she looked like a small soft squishy mochi)

“like mama, please” the toddler replies, remembering the quick braid you wore as you dressed her up in the morning

her father lets out a chuckle, finding her politeness cute because she definitely didn’t get it from him (it was def from you)

“alrighty, comin right up” he separates her hair into three streaks, creating the hairstyle you taught him when you first started dating

in a quick fashion, the braid is neatly completed with a tied

“ya like it, mochi?” he places the end-tail on her small shoulder

she jumps, squealing out of delight. “Yes, papa!”

he crosses his arms, smiling out of content at his work

she hastily grabs his hand, catching him off guard

“cmon! we gotta show mama!”

ꕥ you were making some pancakes for breakfast when you hear ur family approach you from the different room. "Mm! Smells, good, hon" your husband speaks up, catching your attention. Your little girl follows him shouting.

“Momma! Lookit!” she twirls, showing her matching braid with yours. You smile, mouth parting in surprise.

“Wow, love. Aren’t you a pretty little thing!” you flip the last pancake onto the stack, before dusting your hands on the apron you wore and kneeling down to your daughter. She giggles as you tickle her face with kisses.

“Look at us, matching and all,” you say, pinching her cheek. Osamu watches you both with a warm smile on his face. He wants so badly to capture this moment in photo but instead he soaks it in as he leans against the kitchen stool, watching you both. His favorite girls.

Daichi

daichi sat on the living room floor, shuffling through a mini tote full of hairpins, finding one to adorn your little kid’s hair when the girl brings a hairclip from your bedroom

“daddy! how about this one?” she holds up the claw clip. “Mommy’s wearing one…and I wanna wear it too…” she says, shyly.

the clip was humongous, too large for her tiny head but Daichi laughs, agreeing to put it on.

“well alright, darling. Here, let daddy fix.” daichi motions her to the carpeted floor in front of his crossed legs.

she turns around, sitting calmly as he rolls her dark brown hair that matched his own, into a ball before attaching the hairclip on it.

Daichi pats his daughter’s shoulders, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “all done!”

the girl jumps up, giving her grinning father a quick “thanks!” before rushing to her mother who’s washing the dishes

ꕥ you hear the familiar pitter patter of your little one’s steps. “mommy! mommy! look!” the child squeals, bringing your attention. When you notice her hair put up in a ridiculously large clip, you laugh walking over to her after drying your wet hands on a towel.

“whatcha wearin, silly?” you ask as she twirls, showing off the new hairstyle. “daddy made it. so my hair can be like yours!” You giggle, smoothing over the hair that frames her face. “Well, daddy did a good job. Cuz it looks great on you, my pretty,” you coo. At that moment, your husband steps in. He must’ve been standing on the side for a while.

“Thanks. ‘Daddy’ worked hard,” the man says, with a smug look on his face, emphasizing the nickname you used. You send him a knowing look.

“Daddy, you’re silly! All you did was clip it on!” the child laughs, making you both break down in laughter. She was a bright one.

Akaashi

“up, up we go!” Akaashi grunts, lifting his grown toddler onto the stool to fix her hair

he starts a ponytail, when the youngster stops him with her words

“no, daddy!” she asserts. “can you make it like mommy’s hair?”

he laughs. “oh, right, right. I’ll try my best, sweetheart.”

remembering the messy top bun you effortlessly whipped in the morning, he smiles rolling his daughter’s hair into the same style

he uses a mini scrunchie to hold it all together, making her hair appear larger than it was

he hums, impressed by his own work

the toddler looks into the mirror, amazed.

“woah! you did it, daddy!” she squeals.

“I sure did, huh?” he makes little adjustments to her bun before kissing it gently.

ꕥ just then, you poke your head in the kid’s room. “Hey, my loves, breakfast is ready.” Akaashi turns to your voice, moving closer to you to place a peck on your lips.

“Hey,” he greets, even though you were just talking a couple minutes ago. “sweetie, wanna tell mo—” before he could finish his sentence the girl starts leaping.

“Yes! mommy! mommy!” the excited kid jumps toward you and you fully enter the room, kneeling down to her level. You gasp watching the new hairstyle she rocks.

“Baby, what’s this?” you ask the girl, gently touching her hair-bun.

“Does it look nice?” she asks, wanting your approval. She really looks up to you.

“Of course it does, baby,” you look into the blue orbs your husband gave her, giving a soft smile before placing a tender kiss on her exposed forehead. “You’re so so pretty.” You turn to Akaashi who’s now leaning against the door with a toothy grin. “Just like Daddy.” The comment makes him smirk and chuckle.

“Thank you, but I think mommy deserves some credit too, dont ya think?” The man bends down to his girl who’s looking over at her dad with a smile.

“I think mommy AND daddy are pretty!” the small girl hops up a little to place a peck on her dad’s cheek, and he picks her up. “You got that right,” you say, smiling at your dear family as you all start walking toward the dining room to eat.

Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi was watching the television, when suddenly his little daughter hopped onto his lap.

“yes, baby-girl?” he asks seeing her tug on the hem of his pajama shirt.

“can you braid my hair like mommy’s?” she whispers into his ear.

his lips curvs into a smile.

“alright, turn around.” he tells her, even though he’s already lifting the little one’s body with little effort.

“no, no, no,” she whispers. “don’t wanna show mommy, yet!” he laughs at her request, watching as she side-eyes you whistling in the kitchen as you happily make toast and bacon for your family.

“Oh, so you wanna surprise her?” he chuckles, moving quietly to the next room with the child in his arm. reaching the bedroom, he finally starts on the braid, something he learned from you.

“annnnnd there we go,” he huffs, before placing a kiss on the crown of your daughter’s head.

she squeals in excitement, playing with the end of her braid. “thank youuuuu.”

“shall we go show mommy?” he asks the dancing child. she nods.

ꕥ you continue to whistle your favorite tune, placing the last bacon into the plate. At that moment, you wear your daughter call to you. “Mommy~” she sing-songed. You pause your whistling and turn around.

“Hey, baby,” you greet her as she jumped into your arms. Iwaizumi leaned against the kitchen counter watching you both with a smile plastered on his face. It took you a few seconds to realize her new hairdo. “Huh, i was wondering what you two were up to,” you snicker, looking back up at the smirking Iwaizumi.

“You like it?” he asks. Your eyes move back to your daughter’s.

“I love!! What do you think, baby?” Her smile—which is scarily similar to her father’s—shows that she is very satisfied with the result.

“It’s nice! Like yours!” You chuckle, giving her a ticklish kiss on her face. The girl giggles, making Iwaizumi chuckle to himself as he watches you two. “My turn! My turn!” the girl says as you place her back down.

“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow, moving your face closer to the girl’s. She leans up to give you a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you,” you smile, standing back up.

“Okay, daddy’s turn!” she claps. Your eyes crease in amusement turning back to the man who is now grabbing mugs to make some coffee. He stops in his tracks, looking at his daughter with a soft smile.

“Gladly,” he lifts the girl giving her a kiss and blowing a raspberry on her skin, making her giggle. He then faces you with a cunning smile. “Haji, what’re you-” you start but is interrupted by his lips on your cheek, and then blowing a raspberry like he did to your daughter seconds ago. Your daughter cheers on the side, laughing at his actions and you couldn’t help but break into laughter by the ticklish feeling. Moments like these make you grateful to have these two in your life.

Aran

Aran was just done folding some of the unfolded laundry from the previous day when his daughter entered the room with pleading eyes.

“Hey, baby. Need something?” he asks the girl who climbed into his lap.

she points to her space-buns. “I want to match with mama.”

he recalls your high-ponytail braid

“Alright, babygirl,” he chuckles, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You don’t mind if I untangle these?” he ruffles the top of her hair. his daughter shakes her head.

“I like mama’s hairstyle more.”

“Okay, daddy’s got it,” aran says, unraveling her bunned up hair and combining it all together.

he takes a comb, smoothing over loose strands.

“mkay,” he muffles with a hair-tie between his teeth as he finishes the braid, securing the ends. “all done, sweetie.”

Aran watches with his hands now on his lap, satisfied with his work—as always—he’s no stranger when it comes to fixing his daughter’s hair

“thank you,” the young girl thanks gleefully, remembering the manners that you and Aran taught her. She smooths a hand over the tightly-knitted braid, mesmerized by her father’s skills.

“now,” the proud father stands, picking up his giggling child. “Let’s go get some breakfast, shall we?”

ꕥ as they walked into the dining room, you almost bump into them, about to call your family for the prepared food. “Oops!” you laugh, placing a hand over your husband’s arm. “Sorry, my loves.” You place a kiss on his cheek before doing the same to your daughter’s in his arms. Aran whispers a small ‘hey’ as you do. “I was gonna call y—” For a quick second, you pause, noticing the change in your daughter’s hairstyle. Aran grins, seeing your surprised reaction. “Baby!” Your eyes flicker to your daughter’s shy smile. She giggles, hiding her face in her father’s shoulder, feeling shy from your attentive eyes

“See? Mama likes it,” Aran encourages the flustered girl, sending you a knowing look. You mouth an ‘aw’, reaching for her and she turns around once she feels your hands lifting her body. Your husband hands her over to you.

“My baby is so pretty,” you coo as she finally looks to you, giggling. “Look at us.” You flip the matching ponytail braid you wore, flaunting it.

“Mama’s pretty,” the girl stares at your hairstyle, amazed by the length—compared to hers. “When I grow up, I want to be pretty like mama!” You respond by kissing her cheek.

“Oh you’ll be real pretty, believe me. Look at you now, beautiful.” Your compliment makes her confidence grow.

Aran looks at the both of you, amazed by the resemblance. You two are practically twins. He remembers your baby photos and always thought that his daughter was a carbon copy of little you. Except, of course, she has some of his genes, having his eyes, his personality, and charm. She is his most prideful work. Both of yours.

Your husband brings you both in a hug, peppering kisses on your foreheads. Please, please, my heart cant take this, is what he thinks as he’s bringing his girls close in his arms.

#SRRY THIS IS TOO EARLY AND TOO LATE TO POST #haikyuu mothers day #yes i said mothers day ik im a month late #haikyuu fathers day #haikyuu holidays #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #osamu x reader #daichi x reader #akaashi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #aran x reader #miya osamu x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #ojiro aran x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu dads

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esshee · 2 years

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𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 CHAPTER 01. OF BUCKETS, BROOMS, AND BOYS

「 In which the Inarizaki Boys' Volleyball Team sometimes test your patience and make you proud of them. 」

✩ pairing. inarizaki & f!manager!reader (platonic)

✩ genre. slice of life, fluff, humour, friendship

✩ warnings. none

✩ wc. 3.4k

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Whatever it was that you walked into, you desperately wanted to turn back and feign ignorance to the sight in front of you. But, alas, you couldn’t. After all, you were the manager—that is, the manager of a team of hooligans.

It wasn’t unusual for the twins to wreak havoc and chaos wherever they went. In fact, you were used to it. You had been cleaning up after and putting up with their antics for the decade you’d, unfortunately, known them. You had long since mastered the art of reigning in the notoriously obnoxious Miya twins.

However, you had not expected every single one of the starting members (including the usually responsible third years) to somehow wind up in a literal mess. Considering all the other comparable incidents in the past year, it was likely that they joined in some time after the twins had initiated it. One way or the other, your shoulders drooped, and you pinched the bridge of your nose anytime your eyes dared to wander over to them.

You had stepped out of the gym for just a couple of minutes, and they somehow managed to make a total mess of the gym and themselves.

You were fairly certain that Osamu and Suna had been taking down the net before you left, but that very net was smack dab in the middle of the gym; the top of the poles touched one another, forming into some crooked arrow or sad triangle.

It was safe to say that none of the team had followed your instructions: rather than clean up the gym, they transformed it into a spectacle.

Volleyballs were littered all over—there was more on the ground than before you left to your utter bafflement and confusion. Water bottles rolled around the floor as some members proceeded to kick them out of their paths. Some drenched wiping cloths clung to the edge of the benches while a few of the boys had haphazardly thrown the others over their shoulders.

Four buckets were held hostage: Akagi wore one like it was some sort of crown; Atsumu tucked another under his right arm as he swung his entire body back and used the momentum of his swing to splash the remainder of his water at Suna, who used his bucket as a sorry shield to protect himself from getting more wet; Ginjima had shoved his elbow into the last one and jabbed it towards Osamu who barely managed to dodge it.

Similarly, the brooms left for clean-up were horribly misused: Osamu thrust his at Ginjima in retaliation for the earlier attack, who deftly blocked it with his shielded elbow; Aran lifted the broom and whirled his wet cloth in the air, swinging at anyone who crossed his path and effectively splashing water on everyone including himself; Oomimi held his broom somewhat properly although he proceeded to jab the wooden tip at the starting libero; Atsumu, the selfish asshole, proudly held his upside down with the brush facing upwards as though it was a regal trident.

There’s water everywhere. How? How did they do it? You briefly wondered as your brain processed the crime scene. How’d they pull this off in the couple of minutes I left them on their own?

It was a miracle you managed to stay dry by just narrowly missing the water fight that beheld you. A couple of water droplets fell a few inches before your feet, and if you didn’t put a stop to the chaos soon, then you would definitely get caught in the crossfire.

Amidst their rambunctious laughter and ridiculous war cries, you continued to stand by the door while taking note of the gym’s state as well as the state of your teammates. They clearly hadn’t considered their inescapable cleanup session following their fun. They also haven’t noticed your presence yet, but you were going to change that in a minute—you just needed that minute to collect yourself before putting an end to their “fun.”

You sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it all out.

Yes, they were idiots, but they were your idiots. With that thought, you rolled up your sleeves, straightened your back, and took a decisive step forward to the pack of wolves you called your team before clearing your throat.

“Oi.”

They instantly froze in their tracks and robotically turned to you in unison. Had you not been as tired and annoyed as you were, you might have laughed at how stupid they appeared: sopping wet from being drenched with sweat and water, they resembled a bunch of frightened and drowned kittens. Even Oomimi and Suna, the least outwardly expressive members of the starting lineup, gaped with their eyes wide open.

Good.

You managed to maintain your composure as you stared down at the boys.

They flinched under your flat gaze and dared not to resume their shenanigans.

Immensely satisfied by how quickly they obeyed your unspoken command to stop, you were more than ready to deliver their deserved punishment.

“What the hell do ya think yer all doin’?” Your Kansai-ben was more pronounced than ever. You supposed you hadn’t entirely managed to quell your irritation as you had believed.

“W-we...” Atsumu stuttered in obvious distress, knowing well that you were pissed, to say the least, “didn’t see ya there! Uh...well, w-we thought we’d clean up!” The rest of the boys all frantically nodded along as though they expected their agreeance would help their case.

It didn’t—not when they pulled all sorts of shit on a bi-weekly basis. You had let them off lightly the past few instances, but you were reaching the end of your fuse.

“I see,” you hummed in a deceptively bright and cheery tone. “Well, tell me, what were ya tryin’ ta clean? The floor? I only see small puddles that are, as y’know, a safety hazard if not wiped down properly. Surely, you know better. The balls? You bunch never cleaned them before, so I’m surprised ya suddenly decided to. ‘Sides, they don’t look any cleaner than normal, so that can’t be it. The pinnies? Again, you lot never washed them before without my help, but you’re more than welcome to do so. Ah, and you’re wearin’ them! If ya have a new cleaning technique that’s more efficient than how I’ve been washing them all this time, please, let me know.”

You snapped your fingers as though you were struck with an epiphany, “Oh! I see now! You’re washing yourselves! Novel approach, I must say. Washing while wearing yer sweaty t-shirts and pinnies can’t be hygienic, but I applaudja for tryin’ something new. I’m amazed by just how much you hooligans can find a new way to give me more work to do, hmm?”

The twins were sweating buckets by the time you finished your tirade. They and the rest of the team knew that when you got mouthy, they were in for it.

Before they could even try to save themselves, you cut in with a placid smile and turned to Aran, “Aran-kun, take the broom off of Atsumu.”

Aran put the broom down so that it was standing upright beside him in his shaking grip.

“Akagi-san,” you addressed the libero of your team. “Please take the bucket off your head.”

He quietly did so and nervously fidgeted with the said bucket.

“Oomimi-san, the broom is not intended to be used as a makeshift sword.”

He swiftly propped it up against the wall closest to him.

“Ginjima, remove your elbow from the bucket.”

He did so.

“Rintarou, the bucket is meant to hold water, not get hit by it.”

Suna gently placed the bucket on the floor.

“Osamu, you are holding the broom wrong.”

He lowered the broom from its resting place on his shoulders.

“Atsumu, you are holding the broom and bucket wrong.”

He lowered the broom and put the bucket on the floor.

After your string of instructions, the team stared at you with bated breaths and wide eyes like you were some sort of drill sergeant at boot camp. Then, you paused for a moment to catch your breath and made sure to meet each and every one of their eyes in the order you addressed them.

“Get cleanin’.”

Without missing a beat, the team immediately got moving.

You watched them for a moment to make sure they were actually going to clean before heading for the volleyball cart in the far corner of the gym, carefully avoiding the puddles along the way. You pushed the cart to the middle of the gym, now net-free as Suna and Osamu swiftly made their way to the storage room with it in their hands, and then you walked to the benches to grab the extra untouched towels that were usually reserved for the players. It seemed they hadn’t wiped their sweat after the rather arduous practice today. They should really use the towels instead of just leaving ‘em around.

You turned to examine their cleaning once more, but the sight of the team gave you pause.

Droplets of water dripped down their hair and clothes, leaving wet trails around them. Akagi seemed to have noticed the trails as he furtively wiped down the water, only to turn around and swipe at another mini-puddle that had materialized behind him. Ginjima let out a quiet achoo! in the middle of picking up the water bottles. You even caught a few members shivering as they went about cleaning up their mess.

They’re bound to catch colds if they don’t change out of their wet clothes, you noted tiredly. Hell, they hadn’t even bothered to put on their jackets to warm their bodies after the earlier practice match. As mad as you were at the lot, it would be rather cruel to let them continue and risk catching colds.

They were the pride and joy of Inarizaki. You loved seeing them play in peak condition—that was when they shined the brightest in your eyes: focused, passionate, and having fun as they were able to pull off miraculous plays in the heat of the match.

With a defeated sigh, you called out to them, “Go take a shower. Yer gonna catch a cold at this rate.”

They all halted in their tracks and gaped at you in shock.

“Yer…gonna clean this yourself?” Aran asked bug-eyed.

“Are ya sick, [Name]?” Atsumu questioned.

Osamu studied you carefully for a couple of seconds before solemnly shaking his head, “She was fine earlier.”

“Are…are you sure, [Surname]?” Akagi bit down on his lip guiltily, knowing you had a torturous task ahead of you.

“Just go,” you insisted. “I’m serious. You’re gonna get sick.”

They hesitated, seemingly torn between warming themselves in the shower and helping you clean up after their mess.

“Just go,” you repeated in a voice that left no room for argument. “Oh, but take off your pinnies and put them on the bench.”

At that, they all took off their drenched pinnies and quietly shuffled to the showers. You caught them constantly glancing back at you as though they were uncertain if you were being serious or not.

Ignoring their gazes, you waited until every one of them left the gym before you took off your jacket and got to work. Thankfully, the net had been put back in the storage room as it was supposed to be, which left you with cleaning up the water bottles, buckets, brooms, volleyballs, and rags.

Just as you shoved the pinnies in the laundry hamper and walked back into the gym after a strenuous session of cleaning, the team finally finished with their showers. You paid them no mind and groaned as you stretched your aching back.

“Good work,” Suna told you as they all approached you.

You let out what felt like the hundredth sigh of the day, “Yeah, thanks.”

“We should be thankin’ you,” Oomimi pointed out with a sheepish grin.

“Good point,” you chuckled, tired but no longer angry at them. The cleaning had helped you take your mind off of your ire and stress.

The boys all glanced at one another, and you swore you heard someone counting down from three. Then, they promptly bowed at you in perfect unison, “We’re sorry and thank you very much!”

You blinked a few times at their bowed heads before you turned your own head to the side, “Pfft.”

Confused, your boys gazed up at you and slowly straightened themselves up.

“It’s just…you said ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’ in the same breath,” You bit down on your lip to refrain from bursting out in laughter. “O-only you guys are capable of doing that, I swear.”

It wasn’t even that funny. You could only guess that it was a release of sorts, of the building stress and irritation that had been chipping away at your calm façade the past couple of weeks, but you really did try to not laugh. An apology was an apology, after all, no matter how silly and clumsy it was.

But you couldn’t conceal the breathless giggles escaping your lips.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at our kindness!” Atsumu cried out, half-embarrassed by your reaction.

“Kindness?” You echoed, wiping the tears that had formed at the corner of your eyes from your fit of laughter. “You sure weren’t kind when ya kindly made a mess for me to clean up.”

“Which’s why we apologized and thanked ya!” Atsumu shrieked.

“Okay, I accept your apologies, and you’re welcome.”

“That does sound kinda weird,” Suna acknowledged with a slight nod.

“Yeah, yer right,” Osamu agreed.

Ginjima shrugged carelessly, “At least [Surname] isn’t mad at us anymore.”

Akagi patted your shoulder now that you weren’t angry at them anymore, “Ya sure are scary when mad, [Surname].”

“I’ll treat you to some meat buns. Yer always working hard for us,” Aran offered with a grateful smile. You tiredly smiled back at him and nodded. Meat buns were a welcome treat after having exerted yourself with additional cleaning.

“Aran-kun, buy me too,” Osamu chimed in shortly after.

“Ah, me too!” Atsumu followed suit.

“I wouldn’t refuse, Aran.”

“Thank you for the treat, Aran.”

“Ooh, me too!”

“Same with me.”

“Buy yer own!” Aran burst out indignantly and appeared to ready himself for his own little lecture.

Then, the door opened, and Kita walked into the gym with his bag in tow. Aran swiftly shut his mouth and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Oh, you all showered already?” He asked as he made his way over.

“The meeting took a long time today,” Oomimi changed the subject, carefully avoiding any potential inquiry into their freshly showered states.

“Yes, well, the Interhigh preliminaries are going to start soon, so the coaches had a lot to say,” Kita stated, then turned to you. “The coaches were worried. Ya said you would get yer notes but never came back.”

The team all stiffened in fear. While you were plenty scary yourself, Kita would not go soft on them as you often did.

“Sorry, Kita-san,” you apologized. “They were still practicing when I came back, so I got a little sidetracked.”

Well, more than just a little sidetracked.

Kita scrutinized the proud starting lineup of Inarizaki and reprimanded them, “We had a practice match against a strong university team. Ya should be resting up instead of recklessly pushing yourselves. We need you in top condition for the upcomin’ Interhigh preliminary games. You are our starting members for a reason, don’t forget that.”

They all avoided their captain’s piercing gaze, and you knew they were thanking you in their minds for saving them from a far worse lecture.

“And you shouldn’t be so soft on them,” Kita scolded you in a significantly softer tone. “They can clean up after themselves, but still, good work today. Go change out of your clothes. We’ll wait for you outside the clubroom. I heard that Aran is going to treat us to meat buns.”

Aran looked at his friend in betrayal.

You glanced between the team and the captain and then left the gym to change out of your uniform. You had done all you could for them, so now it would depend on whether Kita caught on or not, and that wasn’t anything you could really control.

As soon as the door shut behind their exhausted manager and they heard her footsteps retreating from the gym, Kita rested his gaze back onto his anxious teammates.

“What really happened?”

The boys all looked at each other in alarm and panic, wordlessly urging someone to speak out on their behalf. However, no one was willing to be subjected to Kita’s cold logic and sharp tongue.

After a few more moments of being stuck in a silent deadlock with one another, Osamu discreetly pinched Atsumu, who yelped out in response, effectively breaking the tense silence.

“Atsumu?” The captain inquired.

The blond setter gulped nervously and refused to meet the intimidating third year’s eyes. He cursed his twin out in his head as he stuttered his way around a response, “Er, well…we kinda messed around, and [Name] got mad at us.”

“And what do ya mean by ‘messed around’?”

“We…sorta got into a, um, water fight? With the buckets and brooms? And…maybe the balls, too?”

The rest of the team all waited anxiously for Kita’s inevitable lecture, but they were met with a gruelling and what felt like a long few seconds instead.

“You guys really do make things hard for [Surname],” Kita deadpanned.

“W-we know…”

“Since [Surname] went through the trouble to save you all, I’ll spare ya from the lecture you’re probably waitin’ for.”

“Shinsuke…” Oomimi peered down at their captain, touched by his show of benevolence and mercy.

“I’m not gonna be so light next time.”

“Yes, sir!” The team exclaimed, except Suna, who just looked relieved.

“Let’s get our things and go. We said we’d be waiting outside the clubroom, so [Surname] must be waitin’ for us now. I’m sure yer all hungry for meat buns since Aran’s treating.”

“Shinsuke, not you too!” Aran cried out as they all started shuffling out of the gym and making their way to the clubroom.

“Heh, thanks, Aran-kun!” Atsumu patted the soon-to-be-broke third year.

“Don’t mind,” Suna smirked.

“Itadakimasu,” Osamu sang a little too happily.

“Shouldn’t have offered, Aran,” Oomimi said in mock sympathy.

Aran shook his head, “It was for [Name]! For what we did!”

“I didn’t hear her stopping us from requestin’ meat buns,” Akagi pointed out, “and she’s the one who should decide…y’know, ‘for what we did’.”

“Then let’s ask!”

“Ya think she’ll really defend your wallet?” Atsumu arched his brow. “She might still be a little pissed.”

“…Yes.”

“That didn’t sound certain, Ojiro-san,” Ginjima couldn’t help but add on to Aran’s distress. He was hungry after all that had transpired both during and after practice, so he was truly grateful that their manager had let them all off easy this time.

Aran didn’t bother to respond any longer and reluctantly resigned himself to his fate. The team would not budge on matters that involved food, especially with Osamu in the mix.

“Actually, Aran-kun, I’d also like an onigiri—with the meat bun, of course.”

Speak of the devil, the third year lamented before shouting out, “Eat dinner at home! Yer meat bun’s a snack!”

In the end, Osamu got a meat bun and an onigiri and ate a full and proper dinner at home, to Aran’s never-ending distress and dismay.

Extra: The Post-Shower Emergency Meeting

“So…what should we do?” Ginjima whispered as he leaned against a locker and tapped his thigh with his left index finger.

The group of freshly showered boys were all huddled up in the middle of the locker room, keeping their voices low in case their angry manager heard them from the gym.

“Apologize?” Akagi suggested. “It’s our fault for starting the mess.”

“And she’s the one cleaning up for us,” Oomimi added.

“But how should we apologize?” Osamu asked. “Together? Separately?”

“Do you think she’ll have the patience to hear each of our apologies?” Suna wondered aloud.

Atsumu vigorously shook his head, “Let’s not test it.”

Aran sighed and glimpsed at the door to the gym, the only thing separating them from their manager, “Together?”

They all exchanged glances with each other before nodding in unison, “Together.”

Then, Aran opened the door. It was time to face the music.

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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MISTER OBLIVIOUS, EYES ON HIM

what's it? general allergen warning/s? n/a sugar level? 0.4k name for the orders? sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, ojiro aran, sawamura daichi, iwaizumi hajime regulars? @tahonet @hanayanetwork

bon appetit!

he's absolutely oblivious to how attractive how he is, how he manages to charm people around him without putting any effort in it at all and it's irritating and agitating to people around the world who are trying their best to woo the girl next door, only to fail.

whenever he enters a room, all eyes immediately shift towards him, someone who's dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans. he carries himself with a quiet confidence, not cockiness, but confidence. if you look hard enough, you may even spot some people who's jaws have dropped at the angel-like beauty of the man who just entered the room so nonchalantly, like he didn't cast a spell on ninety nine percent of the people seated there.

beating fast was the heart of the person who managed to get lucky enough to sit next to him, something some people found themselves jealous of and they knew it was weird and immature of them because they do not know who this man is and there's a very big chance they'll never see them again - and you can bet that they are very upset about this fact - yet they can't help themselves. they are unable to shake this envious feeling off.

he looked even better in person when you can see the finer details of his face. it wasn't clear, yet the old acne scars that one could only assume was from his teenage years, the superficial wrinkes, the pores, the facial texture only added to his beauty. eyes were pretty, not only one single shade of color, though of course there was one that's dominant. from up close, you can see different hues specks designed across his irises, as if it was a project by a gods, perfected and specially made to grace the people of this earth. his hair laid perfectly on top of his head. although there were a couple of fly aways, it suit him. it made him look better and maybe that's a concept difficult to grasp for some people, but that's because they haven't had the blessing that is to see this man looks like a god amongst mortals.

you pity them.

a hand raised to brush a stray strand of hair from his visage and the person next to him couldn't help but swallow and look away, yet that didn't last very long. the temptation to look at this man again was so intense it was almost painful.

yet he doesn't know this

several people have tried to tell him this, friends, teammates, and fans alike, but he never really believed them. not wholeheartedly, anyway.

instead, he continues to be mister oblivious with eyes on him.

SAKUSA, akaashi, OJIRO, SAWAMURA, iwaizumi

i get: reblog

you get: strawberry pocky

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betbeton · 2 years

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𓆸 Mwah Mwah !

Various HQ Men Kissing Your Injuries HCs

Warnings - Brief Mentions of Blood

·GN Reader·

·Request·

·A/N- smoochin' in these trying times·

Part 1

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Oikawa Tooru

Gives you the stinkiest face if you dodge him kissing an injury

or if he smooches a cut and gets blood on himself

He won't get you a plaster or anything, but he will kiss an injury like he's a priestess healing someone

Also demands affection in return

His services aren't free!

Though if you ever get seriously injured, like a broken bone or something, he would kiss your cast

not without a side of healthy teasing depending on the situation

⪧ Ojiro Aran

Saves healing kisses for serious injuries or if you're crying

Prefers not to kiss any knicks or cuts in fear they'll get infected or start bleeding if they aren't already

He will however kiss your cheeks and wipe away any tears while whispering sweet words

THOUGH

he is the type of guy to pop your finger in his mouth out of habit, he does it to his own, if you hurt it on a heat source - a minor injury-

If you point it out he'll get flustered and ignore you until he either gets some affection or an apology

⪧ Ushijima Wakatoshi

He would never initiate kissing injuries at first

It just doesn't cross his mind, though he would bring you a plaster and fix you up

He hesitantly kisses cuts and bruises if asked until he gets used to it

Then he takes to it like a fish to water, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on and injury even old cuts/scars

He isn't one to do it in public though, similar to affection he views it as an intimate thing between you two and he wants to keep it private

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #haikyuu fluff #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #ojiro aran #ojiro aran x reader #aran x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima x y/n

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loko4koko · 6 months

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>fanart_credit: (l->r) SAElove_0604, littleskrib, SAElove_0604, throttleetwt, NOKGAK (via_twitter + zerochan)

>content_key: ✩=fluff | ꨄ=nsfw | ✟=angst | ⚠︎=dark content

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> ꨄ me_and_my_husband

>> x_f!reader

>> word_count: 7384

> ꨄ and_they_were_roommates!

>> x_f!reader, featuring bokuto koutarou

>> word_count: 1530

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#navigation #masterlist #haikyuu masterlist #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #ojiro aran x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #suna rintaro x reader

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sashimiyas · 1 year

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The gossip’s turned shop talk and you feel yourself falling closer to slumber. There’s a stray conversation happening near you at this little get-together you’ve found yourself at, not one you were part of since you’ve decided to relinquish yourself in the plush embrace of a couch corner, but still one that you were enjoying in the periphery. There’s drama happening in the human resources office of the Tachibana Red Falcons. Something about an HR manager doing very un-HR things and a petty throw in of them stealing someone’s lunch.

You stayed invested because the kind of lunch is important. Was it delivery? Because that’s rude but fixable with a quick complaint. But was it leftovers because now that’s a criminal offense. No one willingly brings leftovers to work unless they actually wanted to eat it. The mystery is never revealed because now they’re discussing reports that you’ve no interest in.

Drowsiness tunes out the background noise of excess conversation. The muscles in your neck begin to relax, forcing your head to droop onto your shoulder as your body falls into a half laying, half sitting position.

You don’t know how long you’ve dozed off but you awaken when a warm heaviness is laid upon you accompanied with a shift in cushions. You mumble a halfhearted excuse like how you’re just resting your eyes. The person doesn’t buy it, and just by the soft delivery, you know it’s safe to snuggle into the plump arm you find beside you.

“Mmm,” you say as you inhale his comfortable scent, “what’re you doin’?”

“Drawing a mustache on ya face,” Aran answers you obviously. You giggle quietly and in the middle of the bustle of the party, that soft huff of his breath warms you up even better than the blanket he’s covered you with.

“You’re too nice for that.”

He goes chillingly still in response. The noise might not wake you, but Aran’s silence does. You’re right to be worried because when you open your eyes, he��s clearly upset.

“What?”

His eyes focus on the coffee table in front of you two and when you slowly remove your grip around his arm to sit up and face him, he completes the process wholly, even scooching away from you.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” he answers quickly, though he still can’t look at you when he does.

“Then what is it?”

Aran, achingly handsome Aran, wrinkles his brow in frustration as he tries to come up with an answer. You’ve never told him this, but you love the way he looks when he’s mad. It’s why you like when one of the Miyas visit so you can relish in the fluctuations of his expressions when they say the most outlandish things that he has little patience for.

He hardly shows this side to you, instead, always sweet and caring. He worries about your being more than yourself, counting the hours of your sleep as if it were his job. Aran holds your bags without asking, slipping his fingers between the handles while you animatedly tell him about your day that you hardly notice until he’s already halfway walking you home.

After a moment, Aran simply shakes his head and pushes you back into the couch. You body obeys, though you can’t help but blink at him in confusion.

“Never mind. Weren’t ya tired?”

“How can I sleep when I can literally hear you pouting?”

He clasps a hand over his mouth in offense, “I ain’t pouting.”

“You are. I can hear it.”

“Ya can’t hear a pout, ya idiot.”

You frown, “see, now that’s not nice.”

“Maybe I ain’t trying to be!”

The sudden outburst surprises you and the two HR gossipers jokingly chide at him. He drops his head endearingly as if to dodge the shame of his testiness.

You’ve always wondered how he does it because for as long as you’ve known Aran, since the day you started working with the Tachibana Red Falcons, everyone has told you he’s irritable, impatient, and especially cranky in the mornings. Yet with you, you realize he’s finally reached the end of the spool of his patience.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at ya.” Aran apologizes to your lap. He sounds indignant, a little stubborn, and you hear the boy that’s within the man. You can see it, a gap toothed Aran in midsummer Hyogo, smiling and already scolding a set of twins as a child.

“You can yell at me.”

“What? Are ya crazy?”

You shrug. “To be honest, I like it when you’re a little mean.”

His jaw unhinges when he finally has the courage to look at you, too astounded to even speak a word.

“What do you say, Aran?” You look up at him from below your lashes, “will you show me how mean you can really be?”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!!#ojiro aran x reader #haikyuu x reader #word vommie!

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youmarin · 2 years

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Now Recruiting! ft. Inarizaki Boys VB Club - Part 6: Training Camp Moments

Summary: Good luck spending every day since waking up until falling asleep with these boys. For a week. At least you’re not alone. More volleyball, new meetings, stargazing, troublemaking, and with a splash of horror.

Word count: +5.3K (+Extras 10, 11 [249])

*A/N placed at the end bc it's too long (just in case someone actually reads those)*

previous, series masterlist

“Guys! Get back here! You have to get your stuff to your rooms first!” As soon as the bus stopped and you arrived, they were gone, eager to see the other teams in action and have their own match with them.

“I’ll go get them. Don’t start all by yourself.” Kita said before going after them, leaving you alone next to the bus. Their coach was the first one to get out, going to meet the coach hosting the training camp.

A couple of minutes later, another team seemed to arrive. A very tall, lean boy with red spiky hair got out of the bus stretching his arms over his head. He was wearing a white and purple jersey, letting you know he was from Shiratorizawa. You didn’t think they would come, considering they often practiced with college teams but you had prepared yourself anyway. The boys had played against them in the past.

It startled you when said boy walked over to you, leaning in as he spoke, “Oh, so Inarizaki is here too! They’re fun to mess around with.”

“Good morning. I’m Inarizaki’s manager l/n y/n.” you greeted nervously under the survey of his big curious eyes.

“Tendou Satori.” an enthusiastic smile adorning his face.

“Stop bothering her, Tendou.” another boy walked over, this one sporting an undercut. “You’re spooking her out.”

“I was just introducing myself, she isn’t scared. Are you scared?” you shook your head in denial.

****

The first practice match was Itachiyama vs Shiratorizawa. It would be an interesting match indeed, a powerhouse team facing the champion school of Tokyo. Both teams had one of the top three aces of the country, and Itachiyama had the best high school libero. They were both favorites to get to Nationals.

As you watched, you noticed other remarkable players, such as Tendou Satori who you met earlier, with excellent instincts that aided him earn points for his team. It was totally annoying for the other team’s spikers, most notably the ace as the red-haired boy had managed to stuff his spikes a couple of times. Itachiyama’s great defense made it hard for even Ushijima Wakatoshi to score, his arm-tearing attacks effectively received. On the other hand, their offensive had to face Shiratorizawa’s three man block, with Taichi Kawanishi standing beside their eccentric number five. Both team setters were formidable, even Shiratorizawa’s first year Kenjiro Shirabu when third year Semi Eita got subbed.

After another two schools faced each other, it was your boys' turn for a rematch with Inubushi. This time, they were even more fired up than the first time, going in for the win until eventually the match ended 3/2 in their favor.

Then it was time to start all over and Shiratorizawa was up against Inarizaki.

“Okay, guys. We know the team revolves around their ace. But instead of targeting him, let’s mess up their whole game plan. Also, pay attention to their number 5.” At that, Suna rolled his eyes before looking over at the other side of the court. Said boy glanced over too from his place on the other side of the net and tilted his head, a condescending grin taking place in his face. Suna’s resting bitch expression didn’t falter.

The game started with Atsumu’s spike serve. He held back on power, making the ball fall up front, throwing off their formation as the setter had to make the first pass and another player had to set the ball for him. Reon Ohira attacked, managing well the change of scenario. Predictably enough, Atsumu wanted to show off, and when he got the pass, he set the ball to Aran, who honestly looked just as eager to boast his title of ace of the team. Shiratorizawa’s number five, along with their number twelve jumped to block him. Aran’s attack made it through regardless, the team earning the first point.

As the game progressed, it was to be expected that Shiratorizawa would catch up to what their opponents were up to and would adjust. Their usual playing style wasn’t affected for long, and they started to get back at them.

As Atsumu set the ball, the spikers did his run while Shiratorizawa’s red haired middle blocker’s eyes zoned in on Inarizaki’s #10. Like usual, Suna didn’t let his eyes nor foot work tell where he planned to smack the ball down to, but that wasn’t enough to get rid of number five, for as Suna quickly moved the opposite way, the opposite blocker’s hands swooped at the same time and completely shut him down, ending the midair battle and getting a point for his team.

“How does he- How is he able to do that?” you questioned in your head, brows furrowed and locked on the opposing team’s middle blocker as he met the rest of his team in the center of their side of the court for a high five. You surely looked as if you were trying to figure him out on the spot. Atsumu and Suna always did a great job to mask their moves and still he made it seem effortless to stop him. As the manager, you had done your research on the different teams Inarizaki has faced and the ones they’ll be against today. Either way it was different to see it happen right in front of your eyes.

“I almost missed that one. Great job.” Tendou said to the boy at the other side of the net when everyone returned to their positions.

Why was he getting praised by him anyway? “Bet you’ll be surprised when just flailing your arms around doesn’t work anymore.” Suna said back showing the fakest smile he could muster. Once Suna gained his rhythm, things would get even tougher.

****

“I’m so tired.” Atsumu dragged out in protest as he swiped his forehead with the end of his t-shirt. He then finished his water bottle, the last drops falling into his mouth. ‘And it’s so fucking hot.” He quickly slid his shirt off. One may think you were used to seeing the boys shirtless by now but that wasn’t the case.

Atsumu looked at you as you avoided looking at him while handing him another one. He smirked, “Am I making you nervous?”

“You presumptuous bitch. Stop being an exhibitionist.” His twin scolded, grabbing the bottle for himself instead. Instead of protesting, he continued.

“I am making you nervous!”

“You mean uncomfortable.” Suna stepped in and you looked over at him, shirt lifted to wipe off the sweat on his forehead just as Atsumu had done. Feeling your cheeks warm up, you quickly looked away before he could notice your gaze had unintentionally lingered and went on with your duties.

****

You called in the boys to go get supper before the cafeteria closed and they missed it, and after you helped out handing all the boys their meals, you went to grab a seat yourself. And to think this was only day one and it already felt so exhausting. You couldn’t imagine how the boys felt. Still, there were a few who remained talkative and energetic.

“Itachiyama’s so annoying.” Once again today you heard the blonde complain before taking in a mouthful of his food. He kept talking regardless, “Especially their ace.”

“You’re just annoyed about what he said.”

“What’d he say?” you couldn’t help but ask curiously while Aran scolded Atsumu for talking with his mouth full.

Gulping the rest of his food down, he answered, “He said that he doesn’t stand people who do foolish and risky things during a game.” It was obvious that by people, Itachiyama’s ace meant Atsumu. “He’s just boring. And jealous that most times we pull it off.” He finished with a self-satisfied smile as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on his chair.

“Most times.” Akagi emphasized, amused.

Atsumu tended to get carried away during official matches and try new things right on the spot. And when the other team did something he thought was cool, he sure as hell would try and make his own version of it. You didn’t know if he did it because he wanted to add a weapon to his arsenal, another trick up his sleeve, or just to show the other team that they could do it too, that they weren’t so special and well, to bother them. It probably was both. Although true that his success rate was high, there were times when his attempts went sideways. There could be one day where a couple of points lost because of that might lead them to a loss. But you knew he wouldn’t stop being how he was; that hunger will always demand for more.

“I bet Suna finds someone annoying too. That #5 from Shiratorizawa?” Ginjima asked, snapping you out of your thoughts, looking at the mentioned boy who had been eating his meal silently, watching something on his phone. He hummed in question but then the words seemed to register and you saw the slight glimpse of annoyance that washed over his expression, gone as fast as it showed up.

“He’s all in your face all the damn time.” you chuckled by how he kept such a straight face as he complained, but you could totally perceive the tinge of irritation in his voice. “He doesn’t shut up either.”

“You do the same shit to bother them. In fact, it’s one of the few occasions when ya seem the more chatty.” Osamu interjected, entertained by Suna showing his discontent.

“Get a taste of yer own medicine.”

“He’s like you in a way.” you said to Atsumu, “Talking about risks.”

“That explains why I’m not fond of either of them.” Suna muttered, making everyone at the table laugh minus the setter, who almost jumps from his place by your side and over you, engaging in a one sided argument as Suna ignored him, just the slight turn upwards of his lips giving away that he was enjoying this.

“You okay, dude?”

“He’s just trying to act all cool. With the top three being here and all.” Aran was being made fun of by his third year fellas. It was kind of funny to watch him try to remain calm and collected but you understood he held said players in high regard and admiration. He brushed them off trying to get them off his back as the others joined the teasing.

“He’s not trying to act cool. He already is.” you said, making everyone stop bothering him and the ace’s brain short circuit.

“Thank you, y/n-san.” he spoke genuinely.

You nearly regretted opening your mouth as now the boys changed targets and now started to bug you.

****

Your duties for the day were over after the team’s meeting. Soon after your bath it was lights out. You tossed and turned on your spot, not able to fall asleep as fast as you wished even though how tired you were. You sneaked out of the room, thinking you could head over to the cafeteria and get yourself something. Right, it was summer and hot as hell, but maybe a cup of hot chocolate would help you get cozy and get your hours of sleep.

You almost dropped the pot as you turned and saw a half litted figure leaning by the kitchen door frame, his eyes sparkling under the dim illumination.

“Rintaro.” you exhaled, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I saw the lights were on.” He smirked as he moved to walk over by your side. “Are you seriously making hot chocolate with this heat?”

“Shut up. I can’t sleep.”

“Can I get some?”

“So you judge me and then you ask me for some? You think you deserve it?”

“Well I can’t sleep either but maybe I can rest after I drink some hot chocolate on a summer day such as this and pass out.”

“What’s keeping you awake?” you asked after your laughter ceased. You poured a cup for Suna and handed it to him, then grabbed yours. He thanked you.

“Try sleeping next to Atsumu. He’s loud even while he’s asleep.”

you snorted. “Yeah, he looks like he snores.”

“How does someone look like they snore?” you made him chuckle, getting the same reaction from you by seeing his confused yet amused expression.

“I don’t know but he does.”

“What about me? Did I look like I snored?” He asked you with a grin.

“No. You look like you might talk in your sleep. But not loudly, more like. Murmuring.” He stared at you.

“You’re weird.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“I don’t know. Maybe my bed knows I’ll be missing for a week.” you swirled your cup, staring at the liquid inside following the motion. “Did that ever happened to you? When you moved here?”

“It took me a while to adjust to the place and living alone but not so much with sleep.” He said. The boy could fall asleep just about anywhere as long as there wasn’t anything that bothered him. “I think I’ve lost more sleep because there’s no one to scold me now for playing video games or staying up late on my phone.”

“You’re going to ruin your eyesight.” you shook your head and took another drink.

“I can see just fine.”

“For now.”

As you both finished your drink, you took his cup from him and left everything just as you found it. Exiting the room and walking through the dining room, your steps slowed as you saw the sky through the windows, the moon casting a pale glow over the tables near them.

“You wanna go outside?” Suna suddenly asked, staring at you from your side. He didn’t want to return to his room and part ways yet.

“If they catch us outside we’ll be in trouble.”

“Everyone else is dead asleep by now. C’mon.” He grabbed your hand, not giving you any time to reply and walked through the doors that let outside pulling you along. He sat by the steps, helping you sit by his side.

“The sky is pretty tonight.” you said, looking up at the starry night.

“Yeah.” He smiled, eyes slowly looking away from you, staring up too. You sat in a peaceful silence, enjoying the view and each other’s presence, the gentle outside breeze. As the minutes passed, your eyelids started to feel heavy and as much as you both wanted to stay out for a little longer, you figured it was now time to go back to bed before you ended up falling asleep sitting there.

In your sleepiness, before you took your separate ways, you parted with a hug, and he kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight, Rintaro.”

“‘Night, y/n.”

****

Day two. You were up early in the morning to meet the team while you all had breakfast, handing out their meal to a bunch of boys dragging their feet having yet to get rid of sleep. You saw Atsumu let out an annoying yawn before he grabbed a tray and stood in line. Suna stepped into the room right after. When he spotted you, he gave you a soft smile that you answered by giving him one back, waving at him.

“Number 10, huh?”

“Huh?” You turned to see the red haired boy looking at you knowingly. “Oh Tendou-kun, goodmorning.” You smiled at him as he moved to stand in front of you. “Sorry, what do you mean?”

“You and Inarizaki’s 10 are dating.” he stated rather than asking. He grinned seeing your stunned expression at his assumption.

“What?!” a few eyes turned to look at you. Clearing your throat, you continued in a lower voice. “Suna and I aren’t dating.”

“You should tell him that. He’s staring.” He chuckled before he left in search of his teammates already at a table. How did he come up with that idea in just a day?

“y/n-san, good morning. How did you sleep?” The team captain greeted you as you approached their table.

“Kita-senpai, hi. I couldn’t sleep at first but then it was alright.” you smiled recalling last night.

“Y/n! What was that guy talking to you about?”

“He wasn’t talking to you so it’s none of your business.”

“Shut the fuck up, you were asking yourself too.”

“You made friends with the other teams?” Kita asked you

“That’s treason if you ask me.”

“I met Tendou-kun yesterday morning.” you answered Kita after giving Atsumu a look as you nudged him playfully. “His team arrived right after you left me all alone.”

“Are you doing this because of that?”

“I’m not “doing” anything. Don’t you have friends from other teams?” you questioned and he looked at you as if you just made a stupid question.

“They’re called opponents, darlin’.”

****

Itachiyama’s captain being the setter of their team really did something to make Atsumu the most annoying person on the court. Or was that just him being himself? Honestly, you didn’t know but you felt bad for the rest of them as you watched the game and saw the blonde make multiple comments throughout the whole thing. It was a fun thing to watch. When the other team got a point he momentarily would shut up but it would only add fuel to the flames, making his mind race to get the chance to get back at them right away.

The matches against Mujinazaki weren’t much different, but those times around the provocation came from both sides. The second year setter didn’t hesitate to taunt Atsumu back, which made the tension rise up. If this was an official match, you knew it would be one to have you at the edge of your seat.

****

The second day of training camp came to an end without a hitch, or so you thought. You had just finished taking your bath and you supposed the boys were in the middle of that before they went to their assigned room to sleep. Walking down the hallway and towards the room where you and the other managers would be staying, you heard shouting. You frowned and stopped on your tracks but after a few seconds you resumed your walking. Probably it was nothing to worry about. The shouting continued, along with laughter, a shrill scream and hurried feet shuffling. There were a lot of boys in this training camp so there wasn’t any certainty yours were the source of the fuss. But one thing was certain: you should’ve known better.

You turned back just in time to watch Osamu and Suna rounding the corner, running straight towards you as they laughed their asses off. “What the hell are you guys doing?!” you scolded and stopped them from running you over. Instead, Suna started pulling you along with them. You looked down at his hands, where he held a change of clothes all bunched up. “Whose clothes is that?”

“It’s Atsumu’s” He answered you, throwing a quick glance back looking out for the other twin. The way he smiled down at you almost made you forget what you had to do.

“Atsumu planned to prank Suna but I told Suna about it and turned it around on him.” Osamu further explained before going on about how he was no snitch. You blinked.

“Okay, okay, stop. Stop!” you frowned, trying to hold back your own laughter and be the serious person here. “Gimme that.” You held your hand out towards Suna for him to hand you Atsumu’s clothes.

He hesitated, and made it as to comply but before you could reach for them, an idea flashed through his mind and reflected in his eyes as he lifted the clothes out of your reach. He looked down at you with a smirk. “What’s in it for me?”

“You…” You took a deep breath, deep frown etched on your face and god Suna thought you looked so cute trying to intimidate him. “We can finish with this and go to sleep.”

“Then finish it.”

“‘SAMU, YOU TRAITOR!” Atsumu, with just a towel hanging on his hips, screamed before he ran over the middle blocker and both tumbled to the floor. Both boys groaned in pain from the impact.

“Dude, get off me!” Suna was quick to protest. You chuckled and grabbed the clothes from him. “Hey, that’s not fair!”

“Get up, idiots.” You ignored Suna’s protests and threw Atsumu his clothes when he got up. “Now, if you didn’t break anything, let’s finish and go to sleep.”

****

Before you knew it, the second to last day of training camp came around. To make things interesting for the final matches of the day, the team players were mixed up. Akagi and Omimi ended up together with Shiratorizawa’s ace and Itachiyama’s setter, Osamu played as setter with Aran, a middle blocker from Kamomedai and Shiratorizawa’s Vice Captain and their #12; In Kita’s team were Tendou, Shirabu and Kamomedai’s ace. It’s funny because sometimes you attract what you don’t want, or so you could say when they called Atsumu and Sakusa for the same team, along with Gin and Shiratorizawa’s libero. And one time Suna played with Itachiyama’s libero, Mujinazaki’s ace, and three gifted first years from Inubushi, Kamomedai and Shiratorizawa. Some teams seemed chaotic, with the striking differences in which each player carried themselves, others seemed to adapt just fine (even though they didn’t necessarily seem fond of each other).

****

“Hey, you, Itachiyama dude.” Atsumu called out to the dark haired boy.

Against his better judgement, Sakusa turned to look at him. “You know my name.”

“Yeah, whatever.” the blonde brushed him off. “You wanna help us?”

“Whatever you guys are planning to do, if it’s your idea, I’d rather not.” Making the other three Inarizaki boys snort. Atsumu shushed them before addressing the ace again, “You’re no fun. What about you? You know what fun is?” He spoke to the libero.

Sakusa stared at him, and Motoya felt as if his dark eyes would bore holes on his side. “It’s just a harmless prank.” He tried reasoning with his cousin and himself as he agreed.

“Who are we pranking?” Tendou suddenly joined the conversation, Wakatoshi following him.

“Our managers.” Atsumu and Osamu said with a grin.

“Didn’t they look like some creepy horror movie twins just now?” Suna whispered as Aran stepped beside them.

Aran could feel a headache starting to form at the back of his head, “This isn’t gonna end well.”

“Well, count us in.” Tendou spoke for himself and for his team’s ace.

****

You were about to walk in when you heard a scream, and so dashed the rest of the way to see all the girls surrounding one of the first year managers from Inubushi. “What’s wrong, Ryou-san?”

“She says there’s something outside. The lights were flickering so she didn’t see it well.” Her senpai answered. You frowned and went to take a look.

“Okay someone’s coming. Hurry up and hide, move, move.” Tendou pushed Ushijima away and towards the bushes, trying to hold in his laughter. It was damn hard to try and hide as two six foot tall players but they crouched away from your view as you walked over to the window. “Fuck, it’s y/n-chan.”

You looked around. There was nothing but the trees, its branches moving in the wind. It felt like the beginning of a storm, and as if you had called for it, the sky lighted up, thunder rumbling above.

“I don’t see anything.”

“We should turn down the breakers.” Tendou spoke hushly to his teammate, “It was a nice touch.”

“Wouldn’t that give us away with the coaches?” the captain reasoned while Tendou deliberated.

“Nah, they’ll take it as a power outage. It might rain too so we’ll be fine.”

****

“What’s up with the lights?” Suna asked as the whole building suddenly was swallowed in darkness, the emergency lights casting a dim red glow in the hallways while others were white. At that moment, he looked down at his phone to see a message the red haired middle blocker had sent to the group. “Nevermind. The Shiratorizawa guys did it.”

“What?!”

“They know they aren’t at their school, right?”

“If it comes to it, we blame Sakusa and Motoya.” Atsumu shrugged it off.

****

“Okay, now this is starting to creep me out.” Itachiyama’s manager spoke up as she got up from where she was sleeping.

“I can’t see shit.” You heard Shiratorizawa’s 3rd year complain.

“Here.” She held up the flashlight of her phone.

“Look over there!” you jumped in your seat when Ryou screamed again. Looking over, you saw a person’s shadow.

“There’s someone outside.” you stood up walking back towards the door, not looking away from the window. “We should get someone.”

“I mean I don’t think the boys would be of any help.”

“That’s… Very much likely.”

The rattling of the doorknob made you all shriek and you backed away from the door. “Holy shit.”

“What if they came to kill us?”

“Stay behind us.” The third years announced.

“Is there anything here we could use to defend ourselves?”

“I have pepper spray.” Everyone looked over at Kamomedai’s manager. Silence.

“Okay, that’s useful.” you granted, grabbing a nearby lamp.

Suddenly the rattling stopped. “So, who wants to check outside?”

“Why don’t you go?”

The sudden knocking at the door made all of you scream. “Hey, guys? Are you alright?”. Why was he doing this again?

“Sakusa? Oh, Thank God.” His manager went to open the door.

“Wait! What if it’s not him?”

These girls have seen too many horror movies, the boy thought from the other side of the door. He couldn’t help but smile a little at that.

“He literally spoke right now.”

“Then what if the killer is making him talk to get us to open the door?”

“Are you alone?” That was you.

“Yes.” The third years cracked open the door, and you held up the lamp, ready to swing it if necessary. You collectively let out a relieved breath.

“Where are the other boys?” one of you asked, worried.

“I don’t know.”

“You weren’t in your room?”

“I waited until everyone finished to take a bath and on my way out the power went off. When I opened the door there was no one inside.”

“How the fuck do 6 teams disappear? you couldn’t help but ask. Something was way off.

“Maybe there are others beside the one at the window.”

“What if they have guns?”

“Or maybe the cowards just ran away?”

“Would they leave us behind?”

“Trust me, sweetheart, they would.” and that’s how the first years got their hopes broken.

“Let’s go find a coach.” You offered. Sakusa stopped you, trying to make up a convincing lie.

“I already did. They’re all gone.”

“That’s it, we’re dead.”

“Did you call the police?”

“I did. They’re on the way.”

“How long ago was that?” Luckily, with all the girls panicking, they missed the question.

“I think they lost their way.”

You eyed Sakusa suspiciously and started walking towards the boys’s rooms.

“Y/n-san? Where are you going?”

“We should look for them while we wait.” Then you heard a scream.

“Wait, where’s Haruko-san?” you all looked around but Shiratorizawa’s manager was nowhere to be seen. Calling out for her, you walked back to where you all last saw her. Nothing.

They started to freak out and disappeared one by one, until you and Sakusa were the only ones left. You stopped in your tracks, about to crumble down when you saw a pair of bracelets lying on the floor. “These belong to the twins.” you said in a voice barely above a whisper. Okay, now Sakusa was beginning to feel something more than irritation. He felt bad looking at your saddened expression, your lower lip almost trembling. There was a noise, “Did you hear that?” your heart was nearly beating out of your chest but still you stood in front of the spiker with the lamp held up, set on protecting him. From an outsider’s view, it might seem funny for you to stand on guard in front of a six foot two tall boy holding a lamp as a weapon.

When you felt someone grabbing you, you tried hitting them but damn your aim was bad. The lamp slid off your grasp and you turned to Sakusa with the most terrified look he’d seen and he almost forgot this was a prank. His hand shot out to grab your arm as you struggled on the person’s grasp, one hand covering your mouth to muffle your screams as the other pulled you back by your waist, caging your arms. Then someone laughed. You gasped, going totally still in the person’s arms as your screams died in your throat. “Gotcha.” The lights suddenly turned back on and they let go of you, and you turned to meet a grinning Osamu. You blinked, once, twice. A couple of stray tears fell from your eyes.

“What is this?” you looked between him and Suna who was standing behind him. You knew it. Deep down you knew it. “You were fooling with us this whole time!”

“It was “Tsumu’s idea.” the gray haired twin quickly tried to defend himself. He didn’t expect what happened next.

You threw yourself at him, smacking him while tears started falling nonstop. “I knew it, I hate you! Bu-But then everyone started to disappear and-” You took a breath and they finally got you to stop throwing fists.

“Woah, woah, calm down.” they tried soothing you.

“I thought you guys were hurt.” you said, voice weak. Yeah, they all felt bad now, feeling you tremble against them.

“We’re okay.”

“I told you this was a bad idea.” You heard Aran and you turned around to look at him scolding Atsumu, who smiled at you sheepishly, a hand rubbing his neck.

“I’m sorry?”

“Whew, that was fun.” Everyone turned to look at Tendou as he walked over, “Haruko-chan is scary. Thought I was a dead man.” he giggled but fell silent as he saw how you were looking at Atsumu. “Parley?”

****

Since last night, after you chased down Atsumu and smacked him like he deserved, you hadn’t spoken a word to the team, nor to the other boys that helped.

Right now, you were all outside after the long but last day of training camp. “Hey.” None other than Sakusa Kiyoomi approached you, towering over you as you sat under a tree. You didn’t respond, looking away. “Look, I know that you’re pissed at me and with reason but I wanted to apologize again.” The dark haired boy fidgeted with his fingers before he took his mask down. You just nodded and crossed your arms defensively. He could still perceive a soft redness under your eyes from last night. Sitting beside you, he continued, “I didn’t even want to do it.” You raised a brow. “But I still did it. And you’re really nice for worrying about them. And even for me.” Silence, ‘You’re still not talking to any of them either, are you?” Looking over at the group of boys, you saw the dejected look on their faces as they ate their meal silently. Every now and then, they would throw a glance over to where you were. They thought they were being subtle about it too (so subtle as to almost jump off their seats when Sakusa sat beside you but deciding against it).

****

There was still time before you had to leave, and you didn’t want that after all their hard work their week came to a gloomy close. You felt better now, so you talked to the other managers and came up with something before you met the boys outside.

“Y/n?” Atsumu stood up, pleading eyes looking hopeful. Your expression remained stoic.

“What you did was a little shitty.” they remained quiet staring at the ground, letting you continue. “But I get it that you didn’t mean to cause any harm and I know that you’re sorry.” You paused and they eyed you expectantly. “So,” In a swift motion, you swung your arm back and threw a water balloon at the setter, hitting him straight in his chest, splashing up to his face. “Apology accepted.” you smiled brightly at them, chuckling.

Stunned, the other boys stared at you before they broke into laughter before the game started.

Extra 10: Sakusa Kiyoomi vs The Power of the Managers.

Motoya had to hold him to stop him from running inside as soon as he saw the water balloons flying around. “It’s our last day here. Let’s have some fun with the others.”

“I already joined yesterday. Why would I bother again?”

“Hey, Sakusa!” his manager called out to him, he turned to look over at her to find you by her side, both standing there holding a balloon. You were already soaked wet from head to toe. He stopped resisting, looking away from both of you, flustered by the sudden attention. Throwing his arms up in surrender, he nodded, and you both threw them at him.

Extra 11: Kita’s Birthday. (A/N: Since his birthday was on July 5th I thought of writing a lil something for it - it’s July 23 while I’m writing this, yikes xd-).

When the clock struck lunchtime, you hurried out of your classroom. The twins and Suna were waiting for you down the hallway in front of their own. You had already told the first years while the third years would bring Kita to the gym.

Everything was set just as you left it earlier: between each other, you had gathered money to buy balloons and a few other decorations. The only thing missing was the table, so you could bring out the cake. The boys helped you with that and after putting over the tablecloth, you went to fetch the cake.

As Kita and the third years crossed the double doors and walked over towards the rest of the group, you lit up the candles before you all wished the captain a happy birthday.

Your team cameraman took pictures.

Kita was very happy.

A/N: As I write this on July 23, I started to get COVID-19 symptoms. Nothing serious. My brother got tested at the end of last week after feeling bad himself and while taking care of him my parents followed and then while I took care of everyone me jodí yo también. I am fr getting this shit for the first time rn and I barely leave the house fuck meee. This ain’t how I pictured hot girl summer to go. Anyways, since I’m mostly stuck in my room, it gave me time to write.

This part is divided into parts (valga la redundancia xd). I hope it doesn’t affect the continuation and it’s comfortable to read because there’s a lot happening (it's pretty crazy). Also I keep making up shit putting all these teams together buuut I went for some of the teams with fairly great blockers like Kamomedai’s Iron Wall, Inubushi (as far as we know), Shiratorizawa (Tendou and Kawanishi. Mainly cuz I love Tendou so excuse me for the Tendou crumbs), And Mujinazaka’s Twin Towers. Added Itachiyama too to add some characters we at least know more about like Sakusa and Motoya (If I’m being totally honest, mainly to try and write for Sakusa.) Later on (by later I mean as I write this note) I noticed I just put together in a room the top three aces goddamn. (If I chose Fukurodani instead of Kamomedai I would’ve put here the top 5 but I ain’t changing it this far around). Don’t come at me for not mentioning Dateko. I thought about them too but considering they haven’t been at Nationals that much I thought it would look off if I mixed them up with the rest of the teams idk tho I love Futakuchi hehe. This a/n almost gets a page for itself yikes. I don’t know what else to say about this part besides that I’m still not a %100 confident in it and I have to resist the urge to delete half of it. Enjoy it ig.

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#inarizaki #atsumu miya #haikyu to the top #suna x reader #suna rintaro #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x reader #aran ojiro #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #akagi michinari #ojiro aran #ojiro aran x reader #osamu miya #ginjima hitoshi

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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what if....aran or kita wanted to ask y/n out and they ask samu for advice on what she likes bc he knows her and he’s just like oh no she like someone else or just ur not her type

🎺

pffft ok

osamu figures aran wants to tell him something private from how he pulled him aside after practice. there usually isn’t anything he wouldn’t also tell atsumu or kita, so it must be important. he waits until the locker room is empty and both boys finished showering and changing clothes.

when aran approaches him again, he looks nervous—smiling awkwardly and not meeting osamu’s gaze. “i need a huge favor,” he finally asks, letting out a breath he seemed to be holding in.

“oh, sure, man. anythin’ ya need, what’s up?” osamu says. aran never asks for favors so he’s sure he can do whatever he can to help.

“just know that I couldn’t ask atsumu. i can tell him later but i just wanted to know if i even have a chance first,” aran rambles. a small, shy smile grows on his face while he scratches at the back of his neck. “it’s just…well. what does y/n like?”

osamu freezes. he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear your name. aran wouldn’t—no, there’s no way. sure, he’s spotted him chatting with you a few times during lunch or practice, but he had no reason to think there was anything beyond that. there was nothing beyond that. it’s not possible.

“like is she a flowers kind of girl?” aran continues, not noticing that osamu was starting to malfunction. “or would she like a note in her locker or something?”

“you want to ask y/n out?” osamu asks, hoping that aran just wants to do something nice for you and not what he’s thinking.

but the smile on aran’s face says otherwise and osamu feels a prickling sensation in his fist but quells his urges. punching one of his best friends wouldn’t do anything to help his situation.

“i think so. she’s just so sweet but she’s so shy, i don’t know what she likes. i was thinking about asking atsumu but he can’t keep his mouth shut but you can definitely keep a secret,” aran said, offering osamu a kind grin. “and you’ve known y/n since you were kids, i’m sure if there was anyone that could help, it’d be you.”

osamu isn’t sure what to do right now. normally when someone was dumb enough to try to flirt with you, they’d end up on the other side of a closed fist. but this is aran. anyone would be lucky to date him, but the thought of the two of you holding hands while walking down the halls, going out on dates, kissing…

“ya know actually, y/n isn’t interested in datin’ right now,” he says without thinking. “she’s really focused on her studies right now and, honestly, her parents are super strict too. they get so annoyin’ when anyone but me or tsumu is with her.”

yeah so strict, osamu thinks. that’s probably why they don’t bat an eye when osamu keeps you out at all hours of the night. or how they have no idea about all the times the two of you made out in your bedroom.

lying to aran feels bad, but it’s better than the…alternative.

aran’s smile wanes, a look of defeat growing on his face. “oh, really? i guess i can understand. wouldn’t want to get her in trouble with her family.” he says. sighing, aran readjusts the strap on his gym bag and places his free hand on osamu’s shoulder. “thanks for being honest with me, though. i really appreciate it.”

the words punch osamu in the gut.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu #osamu miya x reader #aran x reader #aran ojiro #aran ojiro x reader #ojiro aran x reader #haikyu x reader #osamu miya headcanons #🍑#🍑osamu #bully!osamu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #🎺 anon

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neesieiumz · 1 year

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If I said there was a backstory to why ole girl and Aran broke up, that has to do her coming from a toxic family, would y’all be down for me to write something short about it, especially since it’s the holidays?

#neesiespeaks #ojiro aran x reader #aran ojiro x black reader #just wanna know thoughts

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ajwamiju-archives · 2 years

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Project WIPS

Code:

Published: 🌊

Finished writing: ⛲

Being written: 🏖️

Planning/plotting stage: 💧

Prone to change: 💦

ＴｅｍｐｏｒａｒｙＳｅｐａｒａｔｏｒ

This list order might change, as in I decide to put in other long fics unrelated to the current series in the list. (Also this list is like a self-expose post bc I'm that much of a scatter-brain, I made this so I don't continue coming up with more half-assed stories and getting distracted by them)

Unfinished (in order):

ＴｅｍｐｏｒａｒｙＳｅｐａｒａｔｏｒ

To Love an Enemy: Kita Shinsuke 🌊🏖️

Summary: You, [Surname] [Name], are one of the best spies in Japan's yakuza scene. When you turned 20, you were given your first official mission, to retrieve stolen documents in a building the Inarizaki clan has taken over.

However, things don't exactly go your way as you get captured and are forced to work for Inarizaki, things get convoluted when feelings start to come into play, especially when your former nemesis, a.k.a your current boss, can effortlessly make your heart flutter just by talking to you.

ＴｅｍｐｏｒａｒｙＳｅｐａｒａｔｏｒ

No Title Yet (Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader) 🏖️💧💦

Summary: In a world where powers determine a person's social standings, commoner murder done by nobles is far too common. You are an imperial knight who was saved from this attempted murder by the Empress, then prince's personal knight, who is known as the best knight the Empire has.

Training under her wing, you flourished and quickly climbed up the ranks to the point where you're a personal knight for the princes and princesses of the Empire, even though you have to share the job with this mysterious and brooding knight whose origins are unknown even to the best information collector of the Empire.

But when things take a turn for the worst, you're left in an unstable position, not knowing who to trust while you protect the now incomplete imperial family.

ＴｅｍｐｏｒａｒｙＳｅｐａｒａｔｏｒ

To Love an Enemy: Miya Osamu 💧

Summary: Four years have gone by ever since your twin sister was kidnapped and presumed dead by your family. Four years have you and your brother plotted revenge towards Inarizaki for taking your sister away from your family, causing rebellions and power imbalances in your clan.

On the day you acted on your revenge plot, everything crumbled as your brother's body disappeared while you got kidnapped by Inarizaki, if that's not enough, you got the shock of your life to see your sister not only alive and well, but also co-leading Inarizaki with her husband.

With your old clan reduced to crumbles, you have no choice but to join Inarizaki to continue living, it would've been much easier if the certain twin you've caught feelings for would look at you instead.

ＴｅｍｐｏｒａｒｙＳｅｐａｒａｔｏｒ

Singing My Love to You: Ennoshita Chikara 💧🏖️💦

Summary: Being an idol in a girl group has always been something you've dreamed of ever since you were a child. The flashing lights, the screams of adoring fans, and the influence your presence will have in the media. At 22, you finally got to achieve that dream and become the leader of a girl group of your own through years and years of training, but what you didn't anticipate was how hard it would be.

From the front you've been stuck with for a year, to the toxic fandom you've garnered, to the restrictions it came from being an idol, to problems you have with certain members. Everything you've ever believed in has diminished and you're left with a miserable reality that being an idol isn't as easy and good as it sounded.

ＴｅｍｐｏｒａｒｙＳｅｐａｒａｔｏｒ

To Love an Enemy: Suna Rintarou 💧💦

Summary: Being surrounded by kids has always been something you enjoyed ever since you were young, that's why you ended up becoming a daycare teacher, and at 26 years old, you're living your best life with the cutest and well-behaved little students and reasonable parents that won't blame you mindlessly for every little thing that is out of your control.

You're quite familiar with the parents of each child, so you're quite suspicious of the new, tall and lanky man picking Isui and Hayami up because you've never seen him around, but why is Hayami calling him daddy? Now that you mention it, she never calls her usual parents mommy or daddy, only Isui ever does.

Confronting the handsome man, you instantly feel attracted to him, but what you don't realise is the moment you struck up a conversation with him is when your relatively peaceful life ends.

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Singing My Love to You: Kita Shinsuke 💧💦

Summary: Being an idol has never been your dream, you've always wanted to go to university and study until you have a master's degree with a job you love. But fate has never been so kind with its plans and it always seems to disagree with you.

As you reach your third year of high school, it turns out you don't have the money to go to college, not to mention you have two younger siblings to think about, so when an agency offers you a position to be an idol because of a video your friend submitted of you singing, you accept even though you've never liked the idea of being in the spotlight.

You thought you could handle the fact that you have more haters than you do fans, but really, you feel like you're close to your breaking point, and this upcoming movie that you’re forced to star as the main character in isn’t making things better.

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To Love an Enemy: Semi Eita 💧💦

Summary: After three years of working at Inarizaki, you're finally sent on an away mission far up in Miyagi to help seal a weapon trade deal with Shiratorizawa. Most things went as expected, except one:

One of the negotiators from Shiratorizawa’s side, Semi Eita, seemed to have taken an interest in you.

You thought it would just be a fleeting crush, but after two years of secretly meeting and texting each other, you’re starting to think that this might end up being something more serious, much more serious than you thought.

So, after negotiating with your bosses, you’re finally given permission to transfer to Shiratorizawa to be closer to Semi, things will be easier from here on out, right?

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Singing My Love to You: Suna Rintarou 💧💦

Summary: Being one the most popular idol in your girl group and one of the most popular idols in general has its perks. For one, people treat you better in general and you receive more money from personal projects such as promotions, movies, and whatnot.

But you think it stops there.

You’ve never been able to date freely and have healthy relationships. Most people, whether pursuing a romantic or platonic relationship with you, end up wanting roughly the same thing: money, fame, and pride.

Toxic relationships are nothing new to you at this point in time, you do have good, trustworthy friends though they can be counted on two hands at most, but you wish someone would just swoop in and actually pursue a healthy romantic relationship with you, well, you suppose you still have a long time to find that someone, for now, you’ll just focus on this upcoming collaboration with one of the most popular boybands of Japan.

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To Love an Enemy: Ojiro Aran 💧💦

Summary: You never thought this is where you’ll end up. All your life, you thought you’d have a successful job at the age of 25 with a small, happy family in the making, but you ended up dropping out of high school just before you graduated and spent almost a decade killing countless of people and jumping from one man to another.

Now, as you approach your thirties, you can only watch people around you living the life you thought you would have. Even as you try to find that life for yourself, well, as close as you can get to that life at least, you're only met with failure after failure and you're honestly starting to lose hope.

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Singing My Love to You: Semi Eita 💧💦

Summary: Being an idol in a girl group means you've listened to too many songs in almost every single genre known to existence, but somehow, you never really liked indie and alt music, but out of solidarity in your friendship, you decided to watch a concert of Semi Eita's single. Shiratorizawa as a whole was never a band that caught your ears, but damn does Semi's song sound catchy, and he doesn't look too bad himself.

As it turns out, your friend actually knows Semi Eita and dragged you to the backstage for a quick chat. Semi seems to have taken an interest in you and you're honestly flattered by it, if it weren't for the personal problems you have in your bucket right now, you'd probably have been more in tune with the conversation.

But how can you? When the girl group you're apart of, one you love so dearly and is the only source of your livelihood, is thinking of disbanding?

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Singing My Love to You: Kunimi Akira💧💦

Summary: You'd say you're one of the lucky ones compared to your friends and groupmates. You're not forced into some personality that's completely opposite of yours, you don't have an overwhelming amount of haters, and you're generally fine with your job with a few backup plans in any case your group suddenly disbands.

But because of your generally miniscule problems compared to the other girls in your group, or anyone throughout your life for that matter, you don't exactly have a deep bond with anyone, and you wish you have someone to listen to your woes or tell you what's nagging them. You want someone to be there for you and for you to be there for them. You just hope you can make a close friend before something big finally hits you that makes you drop to your all-time low.

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Singing My Love to You: Shirabu Kenjirou 💧💦

Summary: A life in the spotlight has always been something you and everyone else around you thought you'd have, you just never really considered being an idol in a girl group would be the path you ended up traversing since you don't think your voice is good enough for it.

But here you are, watching and becoming the middle person in just about any problems your group faces even though you're not the leader and with the added fact that if you're not careful, cameras would be in your face in an instant, you're starting to think a life in the spotlight is not for you.

You hope you have time to wind down, sooner or later.

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Singing My Love to You: After story 💧💦

Summary: A collection of six (or seven) one-shots of the lives of the girls after the events of Singing My Love to You a few years into the future.

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kraeted · 28 days

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CONTAINS: ojiro aran x fem reader, light angst, fluff, reverse comfort, healthy communication

after being away for a while, it’s hard to just pick up where you left off and it keeps aran up at night

You try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, yawning as you wander through the dark hallway of your apartment in search of your boyfriend. It isn’t the first time he went missing in the middle of the night and at this point you’re used to waking up to an empty bed, aware that sleep came hard for Aran at times. Usually you easily fell asleep again, knowing you would find him by your side when the sun broke through the blinds in the morning, but for some reason even with your eyes shut tightly your mind didn’t want to doze off.

Leaning your exhausted frame against the doorway, you aren’t surprised to find him near the window peering down at the fresh coat of snow in the street, the street lights illuminating the whitened out cars at the sides of the street. You know it was supposed to snow, but for some reason the sight pleasantly surprises you and makes you sigh in awe.

Aran turns his head over his shoulder, now noticing your presence. “What are you doing up?” You can tell he hasn’t been up for long, his voice still hoarse.

“Could ask you the same thing.” You push yourself from the doorframe, your steps inaudible against the carpeted floor as you make your way over to him.

“The usual.” He answers, feeling how you nestle yourself against his back and embrace his physique, taking in the warmth he rudely deprived you of. He takes a hold of your hands resting against his stomach and presses a soft kiss against your fingers before intertwining them with his.

“Another nightmare, hm?”

“Yeah.” An agitated exhale falls from his lips and you can’t help but feel for him. Although he functions fine on just a few hours of sleep, you can tell he is getting frustrated by the sleepless nights, the nightmares and the constant exhaustion.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He doesn’t answer you right away, his gaze finding your car at the end of the road and just like the others it’s smothered by the snow. He decides then he will get up earlier to scrape your car window before he needs to leave for his volleyball practice. As much as you love admiring the winter paradise from the comfort of your home, Aran knows how much you hate the actual cold.

You feel him tense under your touch as he hums, contemplating his next words. “We’re okay, right?” He asks, his voice small and unsure. His thumbs anxiously rub the skin of your hands as you perk your head at his unusual question.

You move aside to look at your boyfriend, his hands now buried deep into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I thought we were, but I’m starting to think I missed something.”

“Maybe I’m just looking into it too much.” Aran dryly chuckles and he shrugs his shoulders as if he’s trying to convince himself of something.

“Into what?”

“I’ve been away a lot,” he starts and licks his lips, glancing over at you, “but now I’m back it feels like you’re pulling away. I don’t come home to you anymore, you’re always staying late at work and then we don’t eat or go to sleep together. We didn’t even continue watching our shows and I know you never believe me, but I actually didn’t watch them on my own this time.” He chuckles at his own comment, trying to lighten the mood, but you don’t even crack a smile.

You’re at a loss for words, mouth slightly agape as you stare at him. You just need a moment to recall what he just said and realize it makes sense. You remember when it was you being afraid your relationship wouldn’t survive his hectic schedule, trips out of the country, the uneasy feeling at the pit of your stomach when you saw pictures of your boyfriend in bars on Atsumu’s Instagram story, the only thing you noticed being the beautiful women in the background. It took you a long time to get used to dating a pro-athlete and coming to terms with it, but you didn’t have a choice if you wanted to make it work.

And you didn’t give yourself a choice, focusing on your work, friends, family, finding new hobbies to fill your time when he was away and trying to distract yourself from that ache that came with missing your boyfriend. Having the apartment to yourself wasn’t a problem anymore, because you knew how to adapt to his absence. It was just the first time you hadn’t snapped out of it.

You were still living like he wasn’t around.

“I was honestly too scared to ask you about it, because what if you were actually tired of all the waiting, you know?” He admits, folding his arms over his chest, his eyes fixed on the snowflakes falling from the midnight sky while you listen carefully. “I wouldn’t blame you, but I wasn’t prepared for you to give me an answer and now I keep having these nightmares about you leaving— it’s so stupid that they rile me up.”

Your eyes widen and your heart raises at his confession. “That’s what has been keeping you up?” You ask, guilt evident in your voice as you stand in front of him and stare into his honey brown eyes.

“I told you, it’s stupid—”

“No, it’s not. Not at all.” You coo softly, your hands caressing his arms as he lets them hang by his side. You can’t believe you’ve been blind to your own behavior for so long. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes to being your girlfriend, I’m not tired of anything and especially not of you.”

“It’s okay if you are though.” He says, trying to validate feelings which aren’t yours. “I get it.”

This is the first time you have heard him talk like this, insecure not one of the many things he was and it only makes you wonder how long he has been walking around with those thoughts— how long you’ve made him feel that way and didn’t notice.

“You’re stubborn in the worst moments, do you know that?” You chuckle out an exhausted sigh, hoping he would finally get the memo. You wrap your arms around his waist and he embraces you, his warmth consuming you. “I still love you just as much as I always have and I’m more than sure that won’t change. Do you hear me?”

A brief silence settles as you watch him stare back at you, a hesitant smile slowly pulling at his lips. That was the push of reassurance he needed, a conversation getting rid of all of the grey clouds fueling his insecurities and negative thoughts. If he had known this was how the conversation would’ve turned out earlier, he would’ve talked about it right away.

He finally just gives in and nods. “I hear you.”

You smile and press a quick kiss against his lips. “Good.”

Aran exhales, his shoulders deflating with relief, the anticipation and tension in his body finally coming to an end. “Guess I was looking too much into it after all.” He laughs softly.

You poke your finger into his chest. “That’s what happens when you mope around instead of talking to me.”

“Lesson learned.”

“I’m glad.” You nod. “How can I make it up to you, hm?”

“Oh,” he grins at your seductive tone, “I can think of a few ways.”

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𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 CHAPTER 08. OF LOCKERS, TRINKETS, AND ROACHES

「 In which the Inarizaki Boys' Volleyball Team sometimes test your patience and make you proud of them. 」

✩ pairing. inarizaki & f!manager!reader (platonic)

✩ genre. slice of life, fluff, humour, friendship

✩ warnings. cockroaches

✩ wc. 4.7k

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“Yakisoba… Croquette… Curry… Yakisoba…” you murmured under your breath, rummaging through the plastic bag full of chouripan your fellow second years requested for after you lost three rounds of Janken.

The twins definitely cheated, you insisted when you thought back to their knowing tells.

“Are those for the others?”

You fumbled with the bag in your arms, almost losing your grip from being startled, and slowly raised your head to meet the concerned expression on Kita's face.

“Oh… Kita-san,” you sighed in relief, “ya scared me.”

“Ya startle pretty easily,” Kita noted with downturned lips. “You tend to get absorbed in your tasks, but ya should pay attention to your surroundings more.”

You let out a nervous chuckle and readjusted your grip on the bag. “I’ll try to. Anyway, what’s up, Kita-san? It’s not like you to leave yer classroom for lunch.”

Kita glanced around. “I wanted to discuss something with you,” he soon replied.

“O…kay…?”

You shifted closer to the windows so that you didn't block the halls. A couple of your classmates waved at you from afar, and you returned the greetings before raising your brow at the captain.

Kita uncharacteristically hesitated as he opened his mouth, and he seemed…almost…apologetic?

“What…" You cleared your throat, "what is it?”

“[Surname], we need to clean the lockers.”

You blinked. That’s…it?

“[Surname]?”

“What's the issue with cleaning the lockers?”

“[Surname],” Kita shook his head in exasperation. “This is no simple matter. There’s been a very strange smell coming from one of the lockers. No one seems to have noticed except for me.”

You scrunched your nose at the phantom smell you imagined, “Ugh, gross.”

“It concerns me that no one else has mentioned the stench, so I thought it would be best to discuss this with ya.” Kita explained, "I would have cleaned it myself, but…that locker appears to be more of a hassle than I thought."

“We’ll hafta have a chat with the coaches,” you mentioned as you shifted the plastic bag in your arms.

“Let’s talk with them at the start of practice,” he suggested. “We’re always the first ones there.”

You hummed in agreement, giving a thumbs up while holding the bag of chouripan.

“Have a good rest of the day,” Kita raised his hand to bid you farewell.

“You too!” You smiled at him and then watched as he turned around to make his way back to his classroom.

If only everyone else can be like Kita-san, you internally groaned, dreading the mess ahead of you. I’ve never seen him look so…spooked like that.

With that thought, you turned on your heel and trudged over to the classroom where your fellow second years were waiting for their lunch.

"What took ya so long? We're hungry!” Osamu demanded as soon as you stepped foot into Atsumu and Ginjima’s homeroom.

“Patience, children, patience,” you clicked your tongue and pulled out the chouripan from the bag.

Osamu practically lunged for his croquette bread as you took a clever step back. Suna flinched from beside the ravenous beast before thanking you for his curry bread.

“Thanks, [Surname],” Ginjima burped out around a mouthful of yakisoba bread.

You grimaced at the food being sprayed and shifted away from Ginjima. “We still have plenty of time to eat. There's no need to scarf it down." You carefully opened the plastic for your melonpan.

“What do people say? You will get three mon when you wake up early?” Atsumu mused.

“Wow, are ya complimenting me?” you huffed, knowing full well that wasn’t the blonde’s intention.

“Huh?”

“You’re basically sayin’ that you only got to enjoy this delicious food because of me,” you quipped.

“Really?”

“Did you just say that to sound smart?” Suna rolled his eyes.

Atsumu only chomped down on his lunch and avoided eye contact with you and Suna.

Normally, you would have continued to tease your friend, but you chose to hold your tongue at that moment.

Kita-san’ll probably rip them a new one for making the lockers into a mess. Though you weren't sure they were the culprits of the smell, you had an inkling feeling that the cleanup was not going to be limited to that one locker.

After you and Kita explained the state of the locker rooms to Coach Kurosu and Coach Oomi, the two eagerly permitted you to use the coming practice as a time to clean the lockers. The assistant coach even mouthed you two a 'good luck' before turning to his paperwork with gusto you’ve never seen from him before.

“That was surprisingly easy,” you muttered as you and Kita left their office and walked to the gym.

“I believe Coach Kurosu has seen his fair share of grime,” he responded with a slight shrug.

“Probably,” you agreed as Kita pulled open the gym door and motioned for you to enter first.

“Yer late!” Atsumu pointed at the two of you with narrowed eyes. “Ya know the drill for—”

“Too bad for you; we’re in charge,” you interrupted, wanting to get this cleanup over and done with. Truthfully, you were afraid of rifling through their lockers and stumbling upon something gross.

Confused whispers broke out as soon as those words left your lips.

“Did we do something wrong?”

“Is Coach sick or somethin’?”

“But I saw him earlier today!”

“Does he want us to die!?”

The corner of your lip quirked up at that. You knew that you and Kita could make a frightening duo when dealing with the rowdy team; you could only hope that you could instill the fear of God in the boys to take the cleanup with the proper attention it deserved.

Kita glanced at you, prompting you to stride forward and face the team.

“Boys,” you started pointedly. “Yer gonna clean up the mess you created.”

To get them all to settle down, you purposefully omitted that you were going to help because they wouldn't take the cleaning seriously if they knew you were going to clean up their mess for them.

The noise died down into silence.

“Mess…?” Akagi echoed in uncertainty.

“But we always clean up after ourselves,” Oomimi piped in.

“Clearly, your 'clean up' is not enough,” Kita finally cut in with an edge to his voice.

Everyone waited for the captain to say more, but he simply stared them down, silently willing them to subjugation.

Aran shifted his weight to his right foot and wrung his hands together. “So…what are we cleanin’?”

You and Kita exchanged a knowing glance with one another before focusing back on the team.

“The lockers.”

“...”

“Oh, shit.”

“Don’tcha think Kita-san’d love to be reborn as a Roomba?” Atsumu whispered to you, monitoring the captain swiftly take out the junk from the lockers and put them in the trash pile.

You shot him an unimpressed frown in return. “And you’d love to be reborn as trash, wouldn’t ya? Just…take a look at the mess you’ve made!”

“Oh, c’mon! It’s not that bad!”

You did not deign to respond to your childhood friend and crouched down beside Kita to help. The locker was practically a garbage bin, cluttered with loose and crumpled papers, barely readable receipts, unfolded plastic bags, and wrappers of all sorts.

“Which one's the recycling bag?” you asked.

“This one here,” Kita pulled the large bag from behind him and handed it over to you. “Put on your gloves and mask.”

You reached for the one-time-use rubber gloves and gingerly slipped them on. They were a little too big on you, but they would work to protect you from the deep cleaning you were about to perform. Then, you carefully put on the surgical mask and immediately got to work.

After a few moments of surgically sorting through the trash and tossing the recyclables inside the bag, you noticed the team just crowding around the doorway.

“Whatcha doin’ just standin' there?” you ground out in ire, Kansai-ben coming out thick. “Get. Cleanin’.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

You studied the team as they scrambled to put on their gloves and masks.

When Oomimi and Akagi opened their lockers and started clearing away trash that accumulated over the past few months (…dare I think since the last cleanin', you sighed), Suna and Ginjima followed suit.

Aran offered to take your place, knowing that you wanted to survey the team and make sure they were cleaning properly, so you thanked him under your breath and beelined straight to the twins.

“Yer comin’ with me,” you grasped their arms in an iron grip and dragged the two behind you.

Unlike the others, you chose to open the empty lockers. The team didn't have permission to use them, but you had a feeling your boys didn't care about whether they had permission or not. And to prove that the empty lockers weren't actually empty, you peered into the locker, then robotically turned your head to the twins.

“Which…idiot…made slime and put it in here? Which one of you did it?”

The twins were quick to put the blame on the other.

“‘Tsumu.” “‘Samu.”

The rest of the team gathered around upon hearing the ruckus.

“Yer brotherly love is truly movin’ me to tears,” Aran deadpanned.

“‘Fess up,” you scowled.

Your best friends flinched, and only then did Osamu raise his hands in defeat. “Fine, fine. I’m the one who used that locker, but…I didn’t make slime! I only put the snacks we got from New Year’s.”

“So the snacks amalgamated into slime,” you concluded doubtfully. What kinda snacks morph into slime of all things?

“Well…there was cafeteria bread, milk, mochi, and other snacks!”

“No wonder it became slime,” Kita sighed, then turned to open the adjacent locker, leaving you to deal with the twins.

“Well?” You arched a brow and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I-I’m sorry,” Osamu bowed his head.

“I’m not looking for an apology here, Osamu.”

“Right…” he readjusted his mask and gloves, then started to peel off the slime from the locker.

“Atsumu.”

“I didn’t do anythin’!” The blonde twin cried defensively.

You ignored his comment, already tired from the cleaning you had done. “Go get some wet rags,” you paused as you eyed the locker room. “Actually, fill a bucket with water and grab the pile of rags on the shelf. They're the smaller ones in white—remember not to grab the maroon ones. Those towels are the ones you guys use.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He saluted before scurrying out of the locker room.

You watched Osamu miserably peel bits and pieces of the sticky slime off the bottom of the locker. These bits, however, clung to his gloves for dear life. He had to rub his gloves against the inside of the bag to get most of it off.

These gloves won’t last, you determined, feeling a bit nauseous from witnessing him handle the sticky yet clumpy slime.

Just as you were about to turn and get him a new pair of gloves, you caught sight of Osamu reeling back and nearly falling on his rear.

“What happened?” You rushed over in alarm, nausea forgotten in place of concern, “What is it?”

Osamu wordlessly pointed at the bottom of the locker, turning a little green in the face. Your eyes swivelled over to the area he was pointing at, and a harsh gasp escaped your lips.

To your absolute horror, beneath the slime lay a small pool of yellowish-brown liquid.

“Oh God…”

“Is that…garbage juice?”

“It looks like shit water.”

“For fuck’s sake, shut up, Gin.”

You nearly bumped into Kita when you took a step back.

“Careful,” he murmured before stopping a couple feet away from the unknown liquid.

“K-Kita-san?” Osamu jerked his head up in surprise.

The third year only scrutinized the puddle for a few seconds longer, then finally nodded once and turned to you. “I’ll take care of this, but we’re gonna have to wait until Atsumu comes back. I’ll wipe it down with a couple of rags, then throw them out since we don’t know what this liquid is. It shouldn’t be hazardous, but it’s better to just trash it.”

A stunned silence followed until you broke it.

“Kita-san…”

“Our hero!”

“You’re so brave…and kind, Shinsuke!”

“Hurray for Kita-san!”

Osamu gawked up at his captain with suspiciously glassy eyes, “Kita-san, a-are you sure…?”

“It’s fine,” Kita brushed off everyone’s praise. “But this won’t be happening again.”

“Yes, of course!” Osamu bobbed his head enthusiastically.

“Go clean out the other lockers. We still have a lot to do.”

Everyone immediately scampered away from the locker and resumed their cleaning, touched by Kita’s sacrifice and wanting to lessen his workload.

And so, when Atsumu finally re-emerged with a bucket in one fist and rags hooked under his arm, no one bothered to explain what had transpired in his absence. Even when he’d cried out, “What the fuck is that?” no one bothered to explain. Kita merely sauntered up to him, took a few rags, and let them soak up the liquid without a single word.

Thankfully, all of the lockers following the slime and liquid-filled one were rather simple and easy to clean—pulling out wrappers, forgotten t-shirts, papers, and other harmless miscellaneous items.

You peeked into the next locker and, to your pleasant surprise, saw some familiar trinkets inside.

“Who put losing tickets, sweets, and knick-knacks in here?” Kita frowned.

“Oh, that’s us,” Atsumu freely offered as the other second years gathered closer to take a look at the things Kita had pulled out and dumped into a pile.

“Man, I remember ya got these back in April,” Ginjima crowed in laughter.

“Not by choice!” Atsumu protested.

“It's cuz you lost Janken,” Osamu reminisced, undoubtedly fondly recalling his twin’s frustration at having lost the game.

You gingerly pulled out the knick-knacks and organized them into a separate pile, knowing that the boys would likely sift through them and fight over who would take them home after the deep cleaning.

Suna watched from above, “So why are there three of the same keychain?”

“Ah, Osamu bought a bunch that time ‘cause he didn’t get the one he wanted, 'member? He left the ones he didn’t want.” Ginjima replied, scratching the back of his ear.

“From the gachapon?”

“Yeah? I think so.”

“How nostalgic,” Suna chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m startin’ to remember that day,” Ginjima agreed with a goofy grin.

“Yeah…” Osamu smiled.

“Aw, now we can’t throw ‘em out! They’re our memories, Kita-san,” Atsumu attempted to appeal as he hovered over the crouched captain.

“I see,” Kita nodded once before indiscriminately reaching for the pile of trash beside him, “so it's trash then.”

“Are ya sayin’ our memories are trash!?”

“Think of our banner,” Kita stated frankly. “‘We don’t need memories’.”

“That’s not what it means!” Osamu denied.

“It means you should always try new things—not throw away yer memories!” Atsumu elaborated.

“Now, now,” you pacified your fellow second years by gesturing to the trinkets next to you, “I put the keychains in another pile, so ya can take ‘em home after a thorough wash.”

Suna immediately bent down to the pile of keychains you had set aside and rifled through them. He pulled one out of the pile and dangled it over your line of sight. “I’m gonna take this one.”

“By all means,” you shrugged. “Oh, but clean it before you take it home with ya.”

“Yes, mom.”

“No fair!” Atsumu dropped into a crouch beside you. “Ya got a head start, Suna!”

“Sucks to be you,” the middle blocker stuck his tongue out.

The blonde retaliated before examining the keychains as well. “Hey, I have an idea!”

“What?” you sighed. Outside of volleyball, Atsumu’s ideas were hardly ever good.

“Let’s have matching keychains!” Atsumu plucked the three same keychains off the pile and held them out to you and Suna.

“Why me? Why not your twin?” The latter questioned but accepted it nonetheless.

“I don’t wanna share with ‘Samu. It’s bad enough that I hafta share a birthday with him!”

“And a face,” Ginjima piped in as he and Osamu joined the others.

Atsumu harrumphed and turned to you and Suna with an arched brow, “Well?”

“Sure, I guess,” you took the keychain he offered. It was rather cute: a sleeping chibi nine-tailed fox. Oh, well, ‘Samu’s loss.

“...What are these textbooks?” Kita frowned for the nth time.

Atsumu crossed his arms over his chest and belted out in laughter. “Which idiot left their textbook and forgot about it!?”

The captain flipped open the cover and read out the messily-scrawled name, “This one says Miya Atsumu.”

“Study properly!” Osamu rebuked his twin, whose eye twitched in chagrin.

Kita put Atsumu’s textbook down on the bench and grabbed the other one. “And this one says Miya Osamu.”

You wanted to strangle the twins.

The number of times they had begged you to borrow your textbook the night before a test had caused you greater grief than they could ever understand.

“You guys left it for so long that you forgot it was yours,” Aran shook his head in disappointment.

No one was surprised, though.

You stood in front of the last locker and pursed your lips. Turning to Kita, you asked, “Is this the one?”

He nodded gravely in response.

“The one?” Aran echoed in confusion.

You ignored the questioning gazes from the team and took one stride back. How did they not smell it? It stank of dirty socks, rotten food, and an unidentifiable odour.

Suna braved a step forward, and a look of understanding flashed across his face.

“Oh, you mean this one.”

“Which one?” Ginjima inquired.

The middle blocker scooted away from the locker in question before shoving his hands into the pockets of his jersey jacket.

“The trash one.”

“The trash one?” you echoed in disbelief, sharing a horrified look with the captain.

“Uh,” Suna backtracked, seeming to realize that he had given the team away. “What I meant was—”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, not wanting to hear your friend’s excuses. You were tired, physically and mentally; you did not have the patience to tolerate the usual tomfoolery.

“Scared? Why?” Oomimi tilted his head to the side in evident confusion.

“Listen, the slime locker didn’t even smell this bad.”

Akagi shook his head vehemently, “I swear we don’t put food in this one! …That I know of.”

At the libero’s words, everyone turned to Osamu in sync.

He fervently waved his hands around to deny the silent accusations, “I-I didn’t! I only put ‘em in my locker and that other one!”

Usually, you took Osamu’s words at face value. He was usually more honest than his twin, so you didn’t have a reason to not believe him.

However, the horrific visual of the slime locker had an iron-clad hold on your mind’s eye. You had known that the twins weren’t the most organized of the bunch, but Osamu had gone beyond your admittedly low expectations.

That was all to say, you didn’t know if you could hold him to his words.

Taking a deep breath and holding it, you peered into the last locker.

To your surprise, nothing suspicious was in the lockers. It seemed like someone or perhaps most of the team had chucked their sweaty t-shirts, socks, and other belongings into the locker. It surprised you that clothes of all things could smell like rotten food.

Are high school boys gross enough to stink of mouldy food? you wondered, nose scrunching in both confusion and disgust. Should I throw these out or put them in the laundry?

Just then, out of the corner of your peripherals, you saw it.

Shrieking, you used all your strength to kick yourself away from the locker and scrambled onto the bench nearby.

“W-what! What is it!?”

“[Surname]!?”

You ignored the surprised calls of your team and stared Kita down.

“Kita-san.”

“Yes?” he blinked up at you.

“I think the coaches would understand if we burned the place down to the ground.”

“[Surname],” he sighed. “Arson is never the answer.”

“What is it, though?” Ginjima boldly poked his head into the locker. He seemed to scan it for a few moments until he, too, tensed.

Ginjima was the first of the team to join you up on the bench. You suspected that the others would soon join you after discovering the horror you two had seen.

“Oh God…” he groaned, face taking on a slightly green hue as he covered his eyes with his arms.

The rest of the team exchanged fearful looks with one another, likely wondering what got both their responsible manager and boisterous second year practically flying away from the suspicious locker.

Akagi bravely stepped in front of the herd and carefully examined the locker.

Then, he saw.

“Goki!” he yelped, throwing himself back and clambered to join you and Ginjima on your perch.

Everyone, except for Kita, all joined the libero and watched in bug-eyed terror as the biggest roach they had ever seen crawled out of the locker and make itself known to everyone and everything in the room.

“Shinsuke, save yerself!” Aran frantically cried as he backed up against the wall far away from the locker.

“I-it’s huge!” Oomimi burst out uncharacteristically.

Suna shuddered and scooted further down on the bench, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that big.”

“It certainly is big,” Kita agreed in an even tone. He didn't even appear disgusted or afraid. He merely studied it like a scientist peering into a microscope with a detached sort of curiosity.

“[Surname] is right,” Akagi said. “We should just burn this place. Just look at—”

“No, that will not be necessary,” Kita cut in with a decisive shake of his head. “I have thought of a solution. Osamu, do ya plan to use this textbook?”

Kita-san, you stared at the captain in awe and admiration. You are such a great man! If only the others were like ya!

Oblivious to the awe he had inspired in all of them, Kita rolled the paper textbook in his hand after Osamu urged him to hurry with the murder.

Taking a few slow and soft gaits forward, Kita carefully poised himself a foot away from the monster, following its path with an intent gaze. His back coiled like a leopard about to charge at its prey, then he slammed the textbook down with a resonant thwack!

You held your breath in anticipation as you regarded the textbook. For a brief second, your shoulders relaxed, assuming that you were no longer in imminent danger. It made its appearance, however, by crawling out from under the sheets to face the bench where you and the team (minus Aran, who was hiding behind the doorway) were all on.

You swore it appeared like it was readying itself to charge forward. Please don't be the type to fly, you clasped your hands against your mask.

To your dismay, its half-broken wings spread in preparation for flight.

Oh no…it’s all over, you thought miserably. Flying cockroaches were incredibly difficult to dispose of. A failure to one-shot kill the pesky thing often led to a wild goose chase with an angry roach buzzing around the room. It’s like they need to assert their dominance as the stronger species.

Kita swiftly chased away your dark thoughts as he moved with lightning speed. He seized a rogue slipper off the floor and shoved his gloved hand through it.

Finally, he ruthlessly slammed the slipper down, squishing the roach and twisting it until a disgustingly familiar crunch echoed throughout the room, signalling to all of you that Kita had successfully slain the beast.

The captain gave the slipper another twist before flipping it over to examine the damage he had done.

“It’s done,” he announced.

All was still.

“Kita-san, you’re truly amazin’!” you gushed, jumping down from the bench and offering the captain a garbage bag to trash the murder weapon.

The rest of the team immediately broke out into triumphant cheers.

“Hail, Shinsuke!”

“Our hero!”

“You’re the star of the day, Kita-san! So brave! So—” Ginjima broke off, voice cracking with emotion.

“It was nothing,” Kita intervened as he trashed both the slipper and the one-time rubber glove into the bag before snatching a rag from another bench.

After you handed the captain a new glove, you carefully lifted Osamu’s textbook off the floor and hastily tossed it into the recycling bag. You recognized it as a first year workbook, so you deemed that Osamu wouldn’t want it back, especially after all it had gone through.

Kita wiped the floor with the rag before addressing the team, “Settle down, now. Resume with the cleanin’, please.”

No one complained as they held out their arms for the various articles of clothing you fished out of the trash locker. They all stank, and you feared that you'd lose your sense of smell as your nose seemed to no longer recognize the stench wafting from the locker.

Maybe everyone’s noses are broken, you considered, realization dawning on you as to why they had not been able to notice the smell. The use of the locker and the exposure to the stench must have ruined their noses forever.

With most of the clothes cleared, your eyes zeroed in on a brown paper bag sitting at the bottom of the locker.

You took hold of its handles and carefully lifted it, double-checking to make sure there wasn’t any garbage juice at the bottom of this locker. You squinted as you brought it out of its dark dwelling. Under the bright lights, you could clearly see the label plastered on the middle of the paper bag.

“McDonald’s,” you deadpanned before sucking in a deep breath and slowly turning to the twin who’d been giving you the most grief in this cleanup session. You could even reasonably pin the blame on him for the roach as well.

“I…” Osamu trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words. He, too, likely came to the same conclusion as you and knew he had no grounds to defend himself.

“Osamu.”

“Y-yes?”

“Didja do it?”

“…”

You didn’t back down and continued to glare up at the prime suspect of the crime in question.

“I…am very sorry.”

Extra: Osamu’s Rotten Luck

If you had to pick which of the twins gave you more grief, you’d choose Atsumu without a doubt. He could be a downright intolerable git at times: loud, rude, impulsive, and stubborn.

Osamu, on the other hand, tended to be more mellow and lowkey than his twin. That was to say, even though he tended to be less of a hassle, he, too, could be a downright intolerable git as well.

You watched with Ginjima and Suna flanking your sides as said twin hovered over the gachapon with laser-focused eyes. Atsumu was by his side, half-absorbed in the process and half-amused by Osamu’s failure to get the keychain he wanted.

“Dammit!” the grey-haired twin yelled after cracking open another capsule.

Atsumu chortled and snatched the keychain from his twin’s hands. “Wouldja look at that! It’s the same one!”

You glanced down at the numerous keychains Osamu had wasted his money on in one of your plastic bags.

“At this point, I think ‘Samu mighta got most of the keychains this machine's got to offer,” you grumbled.

“Except for the one he wants,” Suna added with a snicker.

Ginjima ran a hand through his hair. “He might drain his money before that happens.”

You all fell silent, simply observing Osamu’s nth attempt at getting his desired keychain. He aggressively shoved in another 100 yen to the gachapon, cranked the handle, and waited as the machine dispensed a capsule out for him to take.

Osamu glared down at it before grabbing the capsule and twisting it open.

Atsumu burst out into another round of laughter, alerting you to yet another failure from Osamu.

“Should we stop him?” Ginjima queried with furrowed brows.

“What do you think?” Suna asked you instead, an amused twinkle in his eye as he continued to record the downfall of Osamu's wallet.

“...Let’s just leave him to it,” you decided. “I ain’t getting involved in that. He’ll learn his lesson.”

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