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teamatsumu · 3 months

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gentle. (aone takanobu x reader)

summary: he’s not the same with you as he is with everyone else

word count: 1,399

warnings: swearing, but pretty fluffy otherwise, fem!reader, high school setting

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

this is written for @honeybleed’s Underrated Character event! I had so much fun writing this because it’s the perfect opportunity to give love to our blorbo aone (he deserves the world).

After Date Tech's loss to Seijoh at the Inter High preliminaries, you didn't know what exactly to do with yourself.

You had been managing the team since your first year. The previous manager hadn't really stayed to show you the ropes, and you had to learn everything from scratch. You had often felt lost and disoriented, and it felt like you were drowning as the novice team built themselves slowly but surely.

You truly felt that this time around, Date Tech's Iron Wall would be strong enough to get you all to Nationals. Now, not only did you have to stomach that loss, you had to deal with the fact that your precious third years were leaving.

You felt like you were drowning all over again, like you had back in your very first week with the team. Like you had no clue what to do. As you sat on the steps outside the volleyball gym on campus, you contemplated your next move. How the team would operate with Futakuchi as the new Captain. How you all had to somehow hone the talent in your inexperienced new setter, Koganegawa. It all seemed like too much work. How were you supposed to manage it all?

You nearly jumped out of your skin when something moved in your peripheral vision and you realized it was Aone, sitting on the steps next to you. When had he gotten here?

"You scared me!" You breathed, laughing a bit. It was almost comical how someone as huge and imposing as Aone could somehow make himself so invisible. But considering how quiet he was, it wasn't surprising to you.

Aone didn't react to your words, but his stare was intense on your face, eyeing you closely before he reached a finger out to poke at the skin under your eyes. Oh.

You felt your face heat a little at his touch, but you gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Aone. Just a little tired."

It seemed like he didn't believe you, the scowl between his eyebrows only deepening. You fidgeted a bit.

From your very first day managing Date Tech's volleyball club, you had had a soft spot for Aone Takanobu. He was, by all means, a scary looking dude. Taller than any boy you knew, and built like a brick wall. Despite his massive size, he was agile too, a very scary combination. Silver hair, a deep scowl that always seemed to twist his face (you later realized that he wasn't scowling, it was just the lack of eyebrows that made it appear so). It was no wonder people tiptoed around him.

But two years on the same team, spending every day together, meant that you knew Aone in ways that his audience did not. His personality was anything but scary. He was as docile as they came, and slowly but surely, you felt yourself drawn to his quiet disposition. In the storm that came with Futakuchi constantly butting heads with your third years, Aone was the silent bubble you found comfort in. He knew you inside out, and he was perceptive. Like right now, pointing out the dark circles under your eyes with an uncharacteristically gentle touch.

No wonder you had an embarrassing crush on him.

He kept an intense stare on you, his way of insisting there was something wrong. You shook your head again, sighing. You knew he wouldn't let this go. So you let yourself vent, letting out every dark and uncertain emotion inside you.

You ranted about everything that was plaguing your mind, body turned towards Aone but curled into yourself. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them to curl into yourself as you spoke, looking up at the boy next to you every now and then.

Aone did not interrupt. He never interrupted. He let you go on and on about how you didn't think Futakuchi was mature enough to lead a team, or how Koganegawa was nowhere near ready to stand on a court. All your doubts were spilled out into the air surrounding you, welcomed by Aone as he sat and listened to everything you had to say. His eyes did not leave you once, but he didn’t react in any other way.

"Sometimes I think you are the only thing holding the Iron Wall together." You gave him a little smile. "And I don't know how you do it."

When you finally finished, silence stretched between the two of you, as if everything around you was absorbing your words. You watched Aone, waiting for him to lean towards you and nod encouragingly, like he did whenever you had one of these ranting sessions.

"I do it because of you."

Your eyes widened, not expecting that he would speak. You knew Aone, and you knew he wasn’t a talker. He loathed having to voice anything because he felt like he didn’t have anything to say which wasn’t already understood. His voice was hoarse and deep, making your breath catch.

"Do what?" You asked, not understanding his words.

"You said I hold the Iron Wall together." He continued, and you basked in the sound of his voice. It was so rare for him to say anything. You wanted to savor it while it lasted.

"I do it because of you. I see how hard you work for this team. And it makes me work hard too. For you."

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, trying to catch up to his words and process them. You felt like your entire face was on fire, your breath stuttering. Aone did not look at you, instead staring at the ground before him. Your eyes caught his porcelain pale skin, eyeing how the back of his neck flushed red. The sight made you giddy.

"Aone…." You breathed, feeling truly speechless. Which wasn't like you at all. Between the two of you, you talked and Aone listened. For the first time, the roles were reversed.

Aone shifted a bit, still not looking at you. "Don't worry too much. You will figure it out like you always do. And I'll be here for you."

His sentences were simple. Yet to you, it felt like he was waxing poetic. You couldn't help your wide smile, shuffling closer to Aone and placing your head on his shoulder. You felt infinitely lighter, like all of what you were worried about didn’t matter at all when Aone was right there with you.

"Thank you." You whispered.

You felt Aone nudge at you gently, his way of saying 'you're welcome'. You let yourself bask in his touch, cheek pressed to his bicep, feeling how your heart pounded in your chest.

Multiple steps sounded on the ground, and then a sharp voice broke through the silence.

"You lovebirds done? Come on, let's get pork buns and then head home. I'm hungry!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes, pulling away from Aone to glare at Futakuchi, who was standing a few feet away while the team lingered behind him. They had all changed out of their sweaty practice clothes, bags slung over their shoulders and ready to leave. You saw Koganegawa peek at you from behind him, his mouth open comically wide.

"Eh? I didn't know our manager and Aone-san were dating!"

Before you could protest, Aone was lumbering onto his feet and grabbing your hand, pulling you up with him. His giant hand enveloped yours completely (you were giddy as you observed this fact), and he didn't let go as he walked past Futakuchi, who had an annoyingly smug grin on his face. You knew you wouldn't hear the end of this.

"Yeah, stay away from her, Kogane!" He called, being obnoxiously loud on purpose. He was definitely trying to goad you two, as was his nature. "You don't wanna know how pissy Aone gets when other guys flirt with her."

Your eyes widened, looking up at the boy in question. Aone pointedly looked away from you, but his grip on your hand tightened, and you could see the same blush creep up his neck and to his ears.

You grinned all the way to the convenience store, and then all the way home too, basking in the new information Futakuchi had spilled, as well as the tight grip Aone had on your hand.

He didn't let go even once.

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unknownspecies · 1 year

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[A Train Ride Home]

[Aone x f!reader]

The first time you see him, you didn’t think much of it. It was the first day of school, so the train was filled with new students trying to find their own way there. You figured that by the end of the week, it would be less crowded, but it would have to do for now.

As you got on the train, the only available seat that you could see was a small spot next to this boy. You squeezed herself into the space next to the blond student. However, upon closer inspection, you realized that his hair was too white to be blonde. You searched your mind for the word for a few moments before it hit you. He was albino!

You glanced at him from your seat and noticed more of his facial features. You wanted to make conversation, maybe to introduce yourself. But before you could speak to him, the train stopped at its station, causing a rush of students to exit the train.

It remained like this for a while. On the train rides to and from your house, you would sit next to the intimidating-looking albino, as there seemed to always be a space open next to him. You couldn’t see why, you thought dryly. But you were right when you said that there would be less students on the train weeks later. Even though it became less crowded, you still decided to keep your seat next to the albino student.

It was two weeks later where you would become friends with him. Both of you were waiting in line for lunch at the school cafeteria when you decided that you wanted to learn more about your seatmate.

He turned around when you tapped him on the shoulder. You held out your hand as you introduced yourself. He blinked, and after a moment shook your hand.

“Aone Takanobu,” was all he said, before moving forward to get his food.

You followed him to sit at a random table where, coincidentally, both your respective friends were hanging out. Ever since then, the few of you formed a tight-knit group that sat with each other whenever you had any free time.

You learned more about Aone as time passed on. You learned that he was an avid player in the school volleyabll team, which he had a great passion for. That he was working hard academically and physically to be able to bring his school to nationals. With time, you learned that despite the intimidating demeanor he held himself with, he was a really kind-hearted boy.

He learned more about you as well. He learned your favorite foods and pet peeves. He learned what subjects you hated with a passion and had to spend extra time studying for. He learned about your personal passions and extracurricular activities. And of your dreams for your future.

Ever so, you slowly became friends with the gentle giant. Even though you were mostly in different classes, you always met during school outside of class. You sat with him during lunch with your now close friend group. Not to mention that you would walk with each other after school until you had to part ways to go to your respective clubs.

A year passed and feelings, of course, slowly developed. On both ends. Both your and Aone’s friends could clearly tell the subtle differences in both of your behaviors when you were around each other. The small blushes, the “unintentional” touches, and the poorly hidden smiles whenever one would catch the other staring. They honestly wanted to see how this would play out, so they kept their mouths shut… somewhat. Comments would still always be flying here and there, but they wouldn’t make an active move to push the both of you together. Trusting that one would make the move first.

And oh did it happen.

You decided to confess on his birthday. Your friend group decided to have a small get together to celebrate his birthday. Even though you held herself with confidence on a normal day, actually going through with this was nerve wracking.

Aone was a stoic man, and he looked emotionally constipated (he really wasn’t). But you had hoped that the little gestures he did for you and the emotions he showed around you proved his returning affection.

You did celebrate with their friends. All of them handed him a small gift with a card that they thought he would’ve liked. You gave him nothing though, much to his disappointment. His gift was actually in your bag and you didn’t want to give it to him until you both were alone. Not to mention you wanted to buy him one more thing, which is why you convinced your friends to distract him as you stopped by a bakery you liked right before you all parted ways.

Aone looked sad on the walk to the train station, although you couldn’t understand why. You shrugged the thought off, speaking with him animatedly as you always did as you both waited for your ride home to arrive.

Your nerves were on fire that day. Your mind kept wandering to the small present both in your bag and in your hands that you bought less than ten minutes ago. You quickly took the small box out of your bag so that you were holding both gifts.

When the train arrived, you couldn’t be happier, and nervous. Thoughts began running through your head. What if he doesn’t like me back? What if I misread all the situations we were in and he was just acting nice to me? What if? What if? What if? But you breathed. Deciding that you’ll still go through with the plan, you stepped onto the train with two small boxes in your hand and your crush alongside you.

On the train ride home, thoughts were running through both of your heads. You were hyping yourself up to give him his gifts, and Aone was sulking about how his crush hadn’t given him a gift or even a card for his birthday. You sighed, waiting for the train to stop at your station before you made your move.

Better now than never.

You faced him and softly said his name. When he turned towards you, you placed the two boxes in his lap and kissed him on the cheek, wishing him a happy birthday before gathering your things and hurrying out of the train. Not wanting to look like you were running away from him, but you were so fired up that you couldn’t just walk at a normal pace,

Aone stared at the two small boxes in his hand. His mind on nothing but the feeling of your lips on his cheek. What the hell was that supposed to be? He shook his head and looked at the boxes you were holding onto the entire train ride home.

One was a food takeout box while the other was a small gift wrapped one. He decided to unwrap the pretty box first before finding a small turtle plushie the size of his palm inside. He read the note attached inside. “Happy birthday Aone! I hope to spend the next few years with you as I have for the past year!” He blushed at the message and shifted his attention to the second box.

His heart fluttered when he looked at the second gift, which was revealed to be a delicious slice of cake. But it was the note taped to the lid of the box that took him aback. He looked at it again to make sure he didn’t misread. It was a simple note, with none of your usual doodles.

“I like you ♡”

He smiled. A real, teeth-showing, eye-crinkling smile. He closed the box, vowing to eat it later on so that he could properly cherish it. His mind was already on the next time he would see you so that he could confess back.

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The elderly couple saw the scene unfold in front of them. The old man huffed, and slid a twenty dollar bill to his wife. She happily took it and kissed him on the cheek, mirroring your confession. She was right when she bet that the girl would confess first, just like how she had confessed to her husband over forty years ago when they had sat on this exact same train.

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romiyaro · 2 years

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✼ ᴀᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ ✼

✼ ᴄᴡ: ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴀɴᴏʙᴜ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ; ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ; ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ

✼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢ ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʜᴀᴢᴀʀᴅ, ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡʜʏ? ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ɴᴀᴜɢʜᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ.

"How did you get yourself hurt so bad?" your distressed voice echoes off the silent room. Aone sits there silently, casted leg perched on the couch. "Fell down the stairs," he mumbles.

"How?" you ask, sitting beside him, placing a palm on his exposed knee. His upset expression cooled you off the raging anger. By a very small degree. But that didn't mean he was off the hook yet. "I wasn't watching my step while carrying three boxes of this height," he gestured with his two hands, about the height of a shoebox.

You sigh, "It was dangerous. Shouldn't you have carried one box at a time?"

"But that would mean I would have to make three trips when I could do it in a single one."

Poor Aone gets an earful from his s/o for being lazy at work and getting injured. But that's forgotten pretty quickly as you appear from the kitchen with a bowl full of his favorite kuri kinton.

"Y/n," he grabs your wrist before you can return the dishes to the kitchen, "Can you stay over tonight?"

You raise a brow, "Of course, I'm staying. who else will look after you at night?"

He doesn't reply, but the smile lighting up his face is a good enough answer for you. You grin back at him before leaving to the kitchen.

The cast comes off in about six weeks. You are self-employed so you don't need to answer anybody to take a leave. So it's you hanging around Aone the whole day, nagging him and accompanying him in his boring six-week rest. This incident opens Aone up to you a lot more.

And it shows. Aone is a lot chummier with you than he was before.

Two weeks in and he's calling you by your nickname, reluctantly, of course. He's red-faced as he calls you n/n, asking for a second serving.

And you are exhilarated and equally shy as you serve him.

But that routine sticks. And now here you are, four weeks in and serving him a bowl of nourishing soup. Aone gazes at you with a dark gaze as you flutter around, dusting the furniture, doing the dishes, humming a low tune... just existing.

Maybe that's when he decides that this is it. You have to be the one. Only you can be the one.

So that night when you help him lift his leg onto the bed, he pulls you in with him. You are beneath him, flustered and wide-eyed. "Nobu! Are you crazy? You might make the injury worse! Is it hurting?" the barrage of questions flow out. But Aones attention has long been captivated by your moving lips.

So when he realizes that your frantic questioning wouldn't stop for a while, he takes his chance.

His lips meet yours. You freeze because this is the first time Aone initiated a contact so intimate. His lips stutter against yours, having no clue whatsoever. He's so cute that you chuckle into the kiss. You mold your lips to his, showing him how it's done. This results in another routine. The goodnight kiss.

Aone doesn't know what he will do once his leg heals and you go back to your place. He loves the makeout sessions goodnight kisses a bit too much. But he won't tell you that. Because he's not a pervert.

It's five weeks in and Aone can feel how it doesn't hurt anymore to walk. He suspects that he's already healed. But if it means you will go back, then he can pretend sick for as long as he can.

You are about to go to the guest room for the night after giving him his *ahem* goodnight kiss (which he's gotten monumentally better at by the way) he grabs your wrist once again.

He's not looking at you, instead, looking down at the sheets. You can tell how much he's blushing thanks to the bedside lamp. "what is it, baby?"

He shivers at the nickname, building up the courage to finally spit it out. "Sleep with me!" he blurts, laying down and pulling the sheets over his head immediately after. You can tell how embarrassed he is. But- how is he so cute!!!

You internally swoon at his shy behavior. Aone feels his heart pop out when you slide into the sheets beside him. He's as stiff as a log and it takes a lot of its okay's and relax's on your part to finally get him to sleep. And once he's asleep, the real problem starts. How are you going to sleep?!

The night passes and you wake up cuddled in the arms of the giant beside you. Aone stirs awake beside you and you greet him, "Good morning, baby! Slept well? what do you want for breakfast today?

"Mmhmm... Youu..." it's a slip of the tongue that he regrets when he watches your flabbergasted expression. "I- I meant- whatever you make! Make anything I'm okay with it. They are all delicious either way." he spurts, trying for a weak damage control.

You stare at him, slowly recovering your senses. And once you deem yourself sober enough to reply, you tease him, "So you don't want me? My ex said I'm tasty!"

Maybe that was not the right thing to say early in the morning. But could you be blamed? You were riding a high this whole five weeks. A high only Aone could provide.

Aone's face was exceptionally dark as he cornered you, arms coming to rest on both sides of your head. "Was your ex that good?" His tone is calm. But you don't know if it can be trusted. So you play safe.

"Uhh... Of course not! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought them up like that."

Not a single word of yours registered into his brain. All he was concerned about was beneath him at the moment. He leaned down, lips brushing your neck to the back of your ear.

"Did he do this?" You gasp as he bites at your ear lobe. There is something just so sexy about an incensed Aone that it gets you excited in a matter of seconds. You rub your thighs together involuntarily.

"Or this?" His lips latch onto the skin behind your ear, gently sucking and nipping. It doesn't hurt, but damn is it arousing.

Your hands are clutching at his t-shirt, trying to pull him closer.

That's when your leg brushes at his cast and you remember. "Hey! You are injured! What are you doing?! Don't strain your leg!"

"Shh!" There is something sharp in his voice, instantly shutting you up. "Let me have a taste, baby." The nickname drags a shiver out of you, and it's embarrassing because you are glued to him and he can feel it too.

He smirks, an expression you have never seen on his face before. Your mouth is agape as you look at him above you.

He chuckles, closing the gap and kissing you. The kiss is phenomenal. Your ex could never have kissed you with passion close enough to Aone's. The emergency, the gentleness, the invasion... It's all contradicting and you don't understand what he's trying until he speaks again.

"We can do this a lot more if you like it, baby. But... Can you- can you do me a favor?" He belittles himself for stammering at the crucial moment.

"Of course." Your wish is my command, sir.

You are on autopilot. He's sucked all the brain cells out of you with that kiss. It was literally a mind-numbing kiss.

"Move in with me?" He whispers, his husky morning voice making it sound more aggressive than he intends to.

"Of course." Anything for you.

He smiles at you. "Thank you. I'll be looking forward to it. I'll get a moving agency to get all your stuff here as soon as possible." He gets up, not trusting himself to control his urges when you are looking at him so pliantly.

You lay there for a few minutes, letting it all sink in.

And when you realise what you just agreed to, you burst into a series of shy squeals. You don't care if Aone can hear you across the wall from the bathroom. But you freak out over the sheets. Rolling around, squealing into the pillow that smells like him, tussling up the sheets.

Once you are done, you sit up. Calm. You are the definition of zen.

When Aone enters the bedroom only wearing a towel around his waist, you look at him, sitting in traditional Japanese on the bed. You bow at him, "Thank you for having me here."

He chuckles at you, "Having you is definitely my pleasure, love."

And with that, he leaves you dumb again. You walk out of the room like a zombie. Letting him dress up in privacy. He's still limping, but he doesn't ask your help to move around anymore.

And once he's all healed up, you find all your stuff moved over in a single day. It's easy work for Aone. He takes pleasure in it. In getting your stuff moved to his house.

He's planned it all. He'll let you decorate the house, add a touch of you to it.

"This is what my house was missing all along." He says, hugging you from behind as you watch the guys moving your stuff.

"What was?"

His answer is punctuated with a kiss on the nape of your neck. "You."

"How did you get yourself hurt so bad?" your distressed voice echoes off the silent room. Aone sits there silently, casted leg perched on the couch. "Fell down the stairs," he mumbles.

You sigh, "It was dangerous. Shouldn't you have carried one box at a time?"

"But that would mean I would have to make three trips when I could do it in a single one."

Poor Aone gets an earful from his s/o for being lazy at work and getting injured. But that's forgotten pretty quickly as you appear from the kitchen with a bowl full of his favorite kuri kinton.

"Y/n," he grabs your wrist before you can return the dishes to the kitchen, "Can you stay over tonight?"

You raise a brow, "Of course, I'm staying. who else will look after you at night?"

He doesn't reply, but the smile lighting up his face is a good enough answer for you. You grin back at him before leaving to the kitchen.

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