first love.
aone takanobu x reader
wc: 2.2k words
just fluff thing for my bby aone since it's the month of love
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aone takanobu never thought about having someone he can call a partner.
the reason? it's simple.
it's because of how others see him, they all conclude that he's a scary person to mess with, as soon as they lay their eyes on him and he knows that train of thought of them.
he knows it too well.
but a certain person appeared that made him want to jump out of that belief.
some feelings that he never felt for anyone suddenly disturbed his mind and body, in a good way.
how he suddenly feels excited every time he sees you.
how his heart beats out of his chest, whenever you talk to him.
how badly he wants to wrap his arms around your body without you thinking he's weird and clingy.
how he feels like he's floating hearing your laugh.
“oh, what did (y/n) do to our quiet middle blocker?”--- is what his teammates and managers thought every time they see the guy, eyes sparkling while looking at you, or whenever they found him staring at nowhere in the middle of practice.
really, what have you done to him?
…
just another day at date tech's practice and yet they noticed how the middle blocker was frowning and pouting.
well, this is different from the usual in love aone.
after pointing fingers at each other on who's going to ask the bothered aone takanobu. sakunami was the ‘chosen’ one.
the first year shakily makes his way to his senior.
“um... aone-senpai.” he called.
the white-haired man looked at the libero and shifted his body facing him to let him know that he's listening.
“er…” sakunami just can't find the words to ask him what's wrong. he doesn't want to ask him straight up and make him think he’s being rude and overstepping his boundaries.
futakuchi has had enough and just decided to step up.
“aone, what's wrong? did something happen?” he asked.
aone wondered how in the world futakuchi knew something was bothering him, enough for him to widen his eyes.
“no, everyone can see it in your face, aone. you don't have to act like i did something awesome.”
“so? do you want to talk about it?” the team captain said, not wanting to force him.
aone just looked down and gripped the ball harder in his hands. futakuchi sighed and placed his hands on his hips.
“is it about (y/n)?” he deduced and the slight flinch from the other is enough to confirm his idea.
“what happened?” he interrogated the slouching over-190cm man. aone thought for a while, but then decided to answer his concerned friend.
“ah, so that's what happened.” futakuchi said after hearing out aone, while he puts on the thinking pose.
“then, why don't you just ask (y/n) herself?”
today should have passed by like usual, but the piercing stare that has been bugging you all day made you forget the tiredness you're feeling because the school festival is coming.
and yes, the stare... it's from aone.
he's just there standing at the room's door. it's cute, but... he's there for like half an hour already!
“um... aone, is there something you need?”
you will ask him, but the only answer that you get from him is a flinch and he'll hide for a bit, and then come back again, trying to be sneakier than what he did earlier.
well, you thought it's fine as long as your other classmates don't mind him. some of the girls are saying he's cute anyways. they are quite aware of the infatuation he has for you. to be honest, it seems like everyone in the school does.
so, one of your classmates took the matter into their own hands.
“(y/n), can you help me here, please?” looking around where it came from, you saw one of your guy classmates, who's assigned to do the banner.
“i don't know what color to use here.” he added.
“eh? again? i'm still doing the cut-offs for the walls, can you wait for a bit?” you said cutting the edges of the cardboard you're holding. also, you’re our art representative. how can i know what to use there?
“just for a moment. just for a moment, just tell me what color to use and how to apply it?” he suddenly grabbed you from my seat and dragged you to his workplace.
“huh? how to apply it too? er…” you glanced at the banner, “um, i think yellow would be a great combination with it and i think you can brush it like how you did it with the other.” you examined his work.
“i kind of think that my painting technique is bad, how about you guide my hands on how you think it should be?” he said scratching the back of his head.
“huh? are you serious?”
it would be a hassle if this guy would disturb other people, because of his ‘painting techniques’. you guess you can keep up with this for a bit.
“okay, i'll tea—”
“i'll do it.” a voice popped behind you two.
“huh?” both you and your classmate said.
“aone! huh? what? um, why did you decide to come out now?” he just shook his head sideways, not wanting to answer your question yet and took the brush from your classmate's hand and started to paint it swiftly.
all of your other classmates are looking at him, while he quickly finishes the banner. wiping off the sweat that formed on his forehead, you glanced at the banner and your eyes expanded.
“wow! aone, that's amazing! you're like a pro!” you applaud completely amazed by his work.
“i always do this kind of job in our house.” he shortly answered, still holding the brush up.
“really? woah.”
suddenly, a swarm of your classmates circled him.
“aone, help me with these too!”
“here too!”
“can you give us a hand here too, please?”
aone who isn't used to people gathering around him, because they're usually scared of him, seems like he suddenly had his system shut down.
“okay, everyone. you're making him uncomfortable. i know we all want to finish this quickly, but we can't all give aone all the work. okay?” you explained to them.
“no,” aone answers. you looked at him and asked him ‘what’ through your eyes. “i'll help with all i can.”
“huh? but—”
“i will help with everything, as long as it means it'll help you too.” he demanded with his dark-coloured orbs.
it surprised you. not only was this the first time you heard aone talk this much in front of people he’s not familiar with, but also with how straight forward he was with his words.
you are sure your cheeks are heating, that's why you looked away as fast as you can, only to see the looks your classmates are giving you. some are even cooing, along with your class’ art representative that asked for ‘help’.
you rolled your eyes and just ordered them to resume whatever they are doing, now that you all have someone to help you with fast and pro-hands like when it comes to this.
“uwahh~ i'm tired!” you said stretching your arms up. you two are now on your way home. you looked at the guy beside you and smiled at him.
“thanks for today, aone. that was a really big help.”
he just nodded and continued walking, looking straight at the path.
“ah, that's right. before that, aone. why are you standing in front of our classroom's door and suddenly going in?” you asked when you remembered it.
“aone?” you called when your question wasn't filled up.
you looked up at him, but the difference in your height is enough for him to see that you looked in his direction, so he shoots his sight opposite to yours.
“you don't want to answer? hmm? it's fine. it's not like you have to anyway, haha.” you brushed off and walked looking straight again.
you jumped slightly when he suddenly shakes his head hastily, eyes closed, not showing signs that he'll stop shaking his head soon enough.
worried about what he's thinking, you stood in front of him and placed your palms on his cheeks, squeezing it slightly, enough to form a small pout on his lips. his body faintly leaning towards you.
cute!
“a-aone, are you okay?” you asked, sweeping your previous thoughts to the side.
but, he just stared at you and didn't answer you. you tilted your head still giving him a worried look. aone clenched his fist and frowned his brows.
“you…” he started.
“me?” you straightened your head and raised your eyebrows. you finally let his face off of your palms, so he can speak clearly.
“you... didn't come to the gym... yesterday and today.” he explained, looking away.
“ahh... sorry, sorry. the school festival is coming up and as part of my room's committee, i need to support my class' attraction. that's why, i didn't have the time to visit the team, sorry.” you clasped your hands together saying sorry to him.
“no. sorry. i didn't know that you were busy. i should've helped from the first day instead of acting like a child… because you didn’t visit the gym.” he said, murmuring the last part.
he was? maybe i should ask futakuchi about that one.
after telling him that he has nothing to apologize for, he was still wearing his guilty expression face. he feels bad, but you don't know why, so you just continue walking, knowing he'll follow you soon.
the journey is silent.
why is it so quiet?
“eh, by the way, aone. why did you want me to come to the gym every day?” you gander up at him, breaking the awkward silence.
“huh? what's wrong? you're red.” you furrowed your brows and attempted to reach for his forehead to check if he has a fever, but he only grabbed your wrist to stop you.
“i-i'm not red. it's because... because of the sunset. it's reflecting.. reflecting on my face.” he made sure to look you in the eyes, only to see your hands in his hands.
he quickly let go of it carefully, as if it's so fragile. he repeatedly bowed and asked for forgiveness for doing that. you said it's alright, but for aone, it's not.
the last thing he wanted is to make you feel uncomfortable or uneasy, moreover if it's his fault.
you might not know it, but one time he accidentally grazed his shoulder against yours. lightly, take note, lightly that you didn't even feel it, so you just greeted him as usual and walked to your room. but, he was there beating himself up in his mind, probably it'll be the 538th time to beat himself up in his imagination.
he already feels bad whenever he bumps into someone that he doesn’t even know, what’s more if it’s you!
what if he hurt you? what if he bumped into you harder? he wouldn't forgive himself.
that was what he had pleaded to himself, and yet here he is, getting all shaken easily.
“aone, it's fine. okay? hm?” you calmed him down, showing that your wrist is perfectly fine. “let's just continue to walk home.” you continued to march your way to the station. he just nodded slowly.
but, still feeling guilty about it earlier, he decided to answer your question.
“(y/n), i…”
you turned around to him and noticed how his hands are balled into fists, tightly, while he stares at you intently.
“what's up?” you tilted your head, raising your eyebrow.
forgive him for not answering fast, but something is on his mind but...
is he really going to confess now?
he could've just answered your question by saying that you keep his morale up, whenever you are there. but, you might ask why? and it will still lead to him saying because he likes you.
“aone?”
should he really confess now?
“aone, what is it?”
that's right. they said that you should take your chance, right? what if he doesn't get a chance next time?
“(y/n), i always…”
“hm?”
“i like you.”
is what he wanted to say, but...
“i... i always want to help you with whatever i can.” he said, easing the tension in his hands, and flashed a small smile to you.
“oh, really? thank you, aone. really.” you said, returning a smile to him.
in the future, he wants to see that same soothing smile of yours, but by that time, he hopes you're closer to him.
closer. in his arms, looking up at him, yes. in the future.
right, there's no need to rush. nothing comes out with rushing. you should take everything slowly.
also, as the first person to make him feel what love is.
aone still wants to know.
how much more can you make him feel?
how much his heart can take it until it just explodes and the next thing he knows is he wants you to be his, and not others.
yes, this is aone takanobu's first love and he wants it to be the last too.
that’s why he wants to keep it slow and steady.
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Early mornings with Hinata, Kenma, and Aone
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Hinata
Sunlight streamed in through your window, and you blinked slowly, the light far too bright for your tired self. You flipped around in bed only to come face to face with Shoyo. His bright orange hair was tousled and messy, and his eyes were closed peacefully as he continued to sleep. Your lips curved into a soft smile, and your fingers lightly traced the silhouette of his face.
Even the soft touch managed to pull him out of sleep, and he slowly came to. His eyes slowly opened, and the moment he noticed you, he was grinning. "Good morning!" he said happily, shifting forward to give you a kiss on the lips.
You grin back, shrugging off the urge to go back to sleep. "Good morning, Sho."
He glanced back at your alarm clock. "You're up earlier than usual."
"The sun," you complained.
He giggled. "Well, in that case, you go back to bed and I'll make us some breakfast." Making the least amount of disturbance as possible, he slid out of bed. "Rice or soup this morning?"
"Mmm, soup," you mumble back, closing your eyes again. "Thanks, Sho..."
"Anything for you, sweetheart."
Kenma
You knew that it took a lot to wake up Kenma when he was in deep sleep, so when you woke up before the sun was even out, you didn't feel guilty trying to move into the position of Little Spoon. Usually, it's easy to slide in between his arms and use his bicep as a pillow, but for some reason, this morning, everything was going wrong.
Your foot was tangled in the sheet, and your hair kept making its way into your mouth, and your pyjamas were twisting uncomfortably. With all the extra movement, it was no surprise that Kenma woke up.
He groaned as you accidentally elbowed him trying to adjust the covers. "Kitten, what are you doing?"
You sighed but continued to snuggle into him. "Sorry to wake you, Kenma, I didn't mean to."
He let out a light chuckle before holding you closer. "It's fine. Go back to sleep."
You happily complied.
Aone
You let out a deep sigh as you stretched out your arms into the sky. Waking up this early was not part of the plan, but here you were. You twisted onto your side to look at the handsome man beside you. The pale light of the rising sun highlighted his pale white hair and stoic face that scares off his opponents.
You lay there watching the sun slowly illuminate more and more of his face. How did you manage to land such an amazing man? Others thought he was scary, but he was one of the kindest, most thoughtful people you'd ever met. Sure, he didn't know how to approach people most of the time, but he wouldn't hurt a fly.
A small sigh escaped your lips, and the puff of air brushed against Aone's face. You were shocked to see his face wrinkle in surprise, then his eyes opened.
"How long have you been awake!" you squeaked, embarrassed that he caught you watching him.
"Long time," he said, yawning.
You smacked his shoulder and buried your face in the pillow. "Ugh, how could you do this to me!"
He simply chuckled and brushed your hair away from your face, revealing your blush. He didn't need to say anything; his expression said it all. You're so cute.
You sighed. "Fine. I forgive you. You better cuddle me to make up for it though."
"Sure."
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