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futurewriter2000 · 3 years

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Please, take care of yourself

I don’t know how to begin with but please, take care of yourself. Take care of your body and your mental health. Stop with the all-nighters and galleons of coffee, just to take a test the next day. It’s not worth it. That exam is not worth your health because health is the biggest luxury you can afford in life.

I know you’re probably saying; “I can’t fail this test.” or “I wish I would if I could.” or “I have to. I have no other choice.” but man... today I woke up at 3.30am with a vertigo and a headache that made me want to kill myself on this bed I’m currently sitting. It’s not pretty. You see it as words but to me that pain was excruciating. Usually, when I get these, I let them pass because I diagnose them as panic attacks (the doctor diagnosed it before) so I work on my breathing until I calm down. This time the breathing didn’t help because it wasn’t a panic attack- it was deadass a hurricane in my head that I could not stop. I laid in the same position for 2 hours, working on my breathing until I felt sick to my stomach and I started to cry uncontrollably. I kept telling myself that the room is not spinning and that this isn’t real but it didn’t help. I tried to calm myself down, it didn’t work. Nothing that worked before, didn’t work anymore.

I called my sister. She didn’t know what to do. We thought it was a blood pressure, we tried treating it as such. It didn’t work. I tried sitting up, I couldn’t. I tried to sleep. I couldn’t. I was so tired. I worked morning shifts all week, getting up at 4am and getting 5 hours asleep every night. I worked with a headache and sickness for the last two days, thinking, yes, now I can finally rest normally and the next day I get this.

It’s not pretty. The room is spinning, your head is about to explode, you feel like you want to puke but you can’t. You want to move, you can’t without the spinning. You sit down, you feel your head heavy like a fucking boulder and it hurts so much. You look at the ground as it stops spinning for a moment and you see the floor mush around like a fucking illusion.

I was awake from 3.30am to 8am. I started to lose my mind because it didn’t work. Nothing worked. I was crying my eyeballs out from the pain. My head was pulsing constantly. I couldn’t move and breathe anymore. I was literally on the verge of wanting to die. And you may say I’m overdramatic but that’s how much pain can do if you don’t take care of yourself.

Because lately I really didn’t take care of myself. I didn’t eat as healthy as I used to, I didn’t work out, I didn’t make time for myself, I didn’t go to sleep early as I usually would,... I tried to be tough. I tried to “push through”. For what? For me to just end up laying in my bed for 5 hours in pain, going to the clinic for them to fill me up with drugs and still not get the whole pain away. I’ve been at home all day and my head still hurts- just much less. I can’t look at my computer for too long without taking a rest in the dark. I can’t be on my phone without feeling my head pulse with pain. I can’t do what I planned to do today. I worry my family and myself because since the first week of January, I haven’t been taking care of myself like I had before.

Because I’m tough.

Because it’s just work.

Because 3 years ago, I decided to drink a galleon of coffee and study all day and all night for a stupid biology exam.

Because 3 years ago I had an anxiety attack for a stupid geography presentation.

Because 2 years ago I had a migrane so strong from school and this play I had to organise in teater, then study after it for my math exam. That was the first time I had to go to the hospital because of a migrane.

Because 2 years ago in November I had not one but two panic attacks a week apart. Then another one in December because I had so many exams that month. I had to be admitted to the hospital again for the first one but the other two I suffered alone.

Because 1 year ago in January, I got another panic attack, which I suffered alone as well.

And now they are coming more often the moment I become over-stressed or exhausted. My body, my head, it can’t take as much stress as it used to. Because that stupid exam or work won’t help you when you’re sick. That’s why it’s not worth it.

So, when you’re tired, rest.

When you’re hungry, eat.

When you’re sleepy, sleep.

When you’re thirsty, drink.

When you get a headache, take a pill and go rest.

Go for a walk.

Do your hobby.

Stretch.

Eat properly.

Work on yourself.

Take care of yourself.

Don’t go over your limits.

When your body says stop, you stop. Don’t try to prove anything to anybody.

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mysterioh · 4 years

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The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 17

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: You love biology. The study of life excites you. But you hate people. Especially the ones that like to stick their nose in your business. Too bad the King of Brooklyn didn't get the memo.

A/N: Don’t exactly know how I feel about this chapter but here it is!

MASTERLIST

The Truth’s Out

“Red or black?” you asked, showing two of the dresses you picked out.

“Just pick any,” Steve grumbles, leaning on the clothes rack. His expression holds an exaggerated exhaustion that had you rolling your eyes.

Your arms drop to your side and you give him the meanest glare he’s seen in two months. A lazy smile tugs at his lips.

It’s true. You’ve been dating for two whole months and even celebrated your two month anniversary two weeks ago. You thought it was stupid to celebrate, believing that it should’ve been a more memorable milestone. A year or five. Even six months was considered more important than two. But if Steve put his mind to something, he did it. So he took - dragged - you to a fancy restaurant in the Upper East and bought you the prettiest Valentino crossbody with a price tag that had you gaping.

"I feel like I'm your sugar baby," you muttered, holding the clutch in your hand. Your fingers slide along the tan leather of the rockstud bag. It feels uncomfortable, solely because you’ve never held something so expensive in your hands.

Without a doubt, you loved the gift. You had a weakness for designer items. Although you’ve never bought anything even close to it, that didn’t stop you from drooling while scrolling on websites just to admire the latest trends and cry at the prices.

"You're my girlfriend," Steve corrects, eyes glued to the street as he drives. "And if I don't spoil my girl, who will?"

You open your mouth to say something snarky but he cuts you off.

"And I won't let anyone else so don't get any ideas,” he deadpans.

You laugh, then lean over and hug him from the side. You pressed your lips against his cheek and mushed the other side of his face with your hand. Steve tries his best to keep the car straight on the road, but you’re not helping.

“If I crash this car, it will be your fault.”

“You're no help," you complain, “You came to help.”

Steve stood up straight and pointed up. “Actually, I came to spend time with you,” he said, "Cause I haven't seen you in a week.”

You frown, feeling guilty. "I had a busy week,” you explained, “I had back-to-back shifts and three exams."

"So that's why I'm here trying to spend time with you,” he assures with a smile.

“You are spending time with me!”

“This wasn’t really what I had in mind.”

“Fine," you pouted, "I’ll help myself,” you stated, turning over to the mirror on the wall. You placed the red dress in front of you and then the black while deep in thought.

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Babe, just pick the one you like the most.”

“That’s the thing," you turn over to him, "I like both! But I don’t know which one would look better on me.”

Steve shrugs. “I think you’d look good in both.”

You give him a half frown. “You’re just saying that so we can leave.”

“Maybe," he shrugs again. Maybe not.”

“Maybe I’ll try them on and see which one looks better," you conclude, hanging them over one arm.

Steve sighs and places his hands on his hips in defeat. “If it means we’ll be able to leave faster, then go for it," he points towards the rooms.

You chuckle at his frustration while making your way to the changing rooms. You walk into an empty stall and slide the curtain behind you. Steve waits outside, his back leaning against the wall.

He observes the others in the store. Teenage girls gossiped and giggled while traversing through the maze of clothing racks with ease. Employees were scattered throughout the store, looking like Death himself with the average Karen sneakily approaching them for some outrageous request.

The kingpin was a force to be reckoned with. A six foot force with bulging muscles and unmatched skill in strategy and combat, to be exact. And yet, a simple shopping trip had him whining like a child.

Steve bangs his head against the wall with a grunt. He's been here too long, and he's craving for something sweet.

He knocks on the wall. “How long is this going to take? You’ve been in there for an hour," he exaggerates.

The sound of metal rings sliding along the rod makes him turn, only to pause the minute his eyes fall on you.

The ruby-colored dress hugs against the curves of your figure and falls just above the knee. Your upper chest is bare besides for the spaghetti straps running over your collarbones and the cowl neck giving a teaser of your cleavage.

His jaw goes slack, leaving his mouth open in awe.

"How do I look?" You ask, turning from side to side to give him a full view.

Steve.exe has stopped working.

“Amazing. Gorgeous. Show-stopping. Extraordinary," he spews one out after the other.

“You sound like a creep," you chuckle at him before turning towards the mirror inside the room.

Steve smiles wickedly and wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Babe, you look absolutely stunning," he says, blues eyes piercing at you from the reflection of the mirror.

His grip around your waist grows tighter as he nuzzles his nose on the side of your neck. He plants kisses along the curve of your neck and it has shivers zipping down your spine.

“Steve!” you turn slightly towards him and give him a slap on the chest. “People are watching!” you scold him.

He chuckles against you, his hot breath tickling the bare skin of your shoulder. “I don’t care. I don’t know ‘em," he replies.

“Should I try the other one?” you ask.

“Nah, forget about it. This dress was made for you,' he assures. "C'mon let's get outta here," he pulls you along.

"Let me change first!”

Pietro lets out a deep, prolonged sigh. With his face propped up in his hand, he lazily mixes his smoothie with the straw and looks blankly at the masses in the food court.

“What’s wrong?” Vision asks, taking a slurp of his own smoothie.

“Just bored, Viz,” he sighs again.

Vision checks the time on his wristwatch. “I’m sure Wanda will be back soon.”

“I was speaking in general,” Pietro explains. “And forget about her coming back soon. That never happens.”

“Then why are you so bored?” Vision questions, leaning forward in his chair.

Pietro shrugs, then swipes a hand through his hair. His hand stays in his hair, and he tugs on it hard. “Nothing’s happening. I need some action, ya know?” he turns to the pale-skinned boy in front of him. He sits up and lifts his hands in an animated motion. “I need some fire. Some destruction!”

“Or maybe you just need a job,” Vision deadpans.

Pietro’s lips fall into a pout. “I have a job,” he retorts.

“I’m talking about a real job.”

“I have a real job!”

“Being an information broker isn’t a real job,” Vision replies. “You just like to gossip.”

“I get paid for my gossip,” Pietro grumbles. “So it’s a job.”

“And that’s why you are on the brink of being homeless,” Vision smirks mockingly.

Pietro huffs, then rests his chin on the table. “Things have been slow lately. No one’s cheating on their girlfriend or pulling someone’s eyeballs out, so I’ve got nothing to work with here,” he complains.

“Then why don’t you get a real job?” the other boy suggests. “And stop leeching off of Wanda.”

Pietro whips up again and points at Vision. “You know what, Viz—,” he cuts himself off when he notices a familiar yet unfamiliar face walking by. Pietro’s face lights up in a split second, making Vision raise a brow. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the kingpin,” he snickers.

“The who?”

Pietro looks back at Vision. “The kingpin, moron! You’re such a smart guy and you don’t even know who Steve Rogers is?”

“I’ve heard of him.”

“Hell yeah, ya heard of him. The guy’s loaded,” Pietro exclaims. He raises a brow in question when his eyes catch you holding Steve’s hand. “But who’s that girl with him?”

Vision squints at the two. “I know of her,” he replies. “She’s a friend of Wanda’s. They work together. I think her name’s Y/N.”

“Y/N, huh?” Pietro smiles, pulling out his phone.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Pietro leans over the entire table, bringing his phone to Vision’s end. He zooms in as much as he can.

God bless the iPhone 11 Pro Max.

He takes a few pictures of the two.

“Stop that, we’re in public!” Vision exclaims quietly. “This is so wrong on so many levels!”

Pietro looks up at him before taking another picture. “I’m doing my job, Viz, just like you told me to,” he replies with a smug grin.

“You’re going to get killed and get me killed for associating with you.” Pietro takes a few more pictures of the passing couple. Vision covers the camera with his hand. “Stop that!”

Pietro clicks his tongue before pulling back. He checks the photos one by one and smiles.

Hell yeah, 4k baby.

“Delete those right now!”

He looks up at him with a grimace. “No,” he states flatly, before returning to his phone.

“Think about your poor sister, will you?” Vision tries to play the empathy card. “If the kingpin finds out you took pictures of him unknowingly, he’ll have your neck.”

Pietro stands up. “I’ve been doing this for a long time, buddy, nothing’s going to happen,” he smirks while passing him, patting him on the shoulder as he does.

“Where the hell are you going now?”

“Just going to go have a little fun,” he replies, “Tell Wanda I’ll call her later.”

Vision sends him off with a disappointed shake of the head that Pietro didn’t seem to care about. He swipes through the photos, then stops at one. He zooms in just enough to see the kingpin sneak a little kiss with his girl. He swipes to the next picture. It’s one of you looking up at Steve, smiling, red-cheeked and heart-eyed. His eyes linger on you for a while. A wicked smile tugs at his lips and reaches the tips of his ears.

“You’re gonna make me rich, sweetheart.”

You yawned while skipping up the stairs of the subway into the warmth of the sun with heavy footsteps and heavier eyelids

Take early morning classes, you told yourself. It’d be easy, you said.

LIES. ALL YOU EVER DID WAS LIE TO YOURSELF.

You stray from the rest of the crowd, taking your daily shortcut to the science building. It was an old alleyway that led to a loading center right behind the university. It was a better route than being battered in the masses of the main street. Not to mention it gave you an extra ten minutes before class to pick up a coffee.

Sure it was a bit sketchy, but who’d be stupid enough to mug you in broad daylight?

"What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a street like this?" a gruff voice comes from your left.

You just had to ask.

Raucous and obscene fits of laughter erupt within the narrow alleyway. You walk on, your strides growing wider, without paying them any mind.

The man throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps on it. He takes two wide steps towards you and turns you around by the shoulder. “Hey, princess, it ain’t polite to ignore people.”

"Don't touch me,” you shake his hand off your elbow.

The brute raises a brow. “I’ve seen your face somewhere,” he states, “You’re the kingpin’s whore,” he grins wickedly.You froze when the words left his tongue, eyes softening into fear. He grabs you by the wrist as his friends start to surround you. It feels like you’re a rabbit in the middle of a pack of wolves.

“Yeah, it’s her alright,” another pipes up, “she’s all over the news.”

News? What news?!?!

The one holding onto your arm pulls you roughly towards him, snickering. "How about we have a little fun?" he teases.

You try your best to twist your way out of his grasp with your free hand, but another man comes and yanks on your hand hard. Your head whips towards him, heart beating rapidly at the thought of what they’d do to you in the hidden alley.

He smiles at you, letting the silver in his teeth shine in the sun.

"C'mon baby, we’ll play nice,” he cooes, his face in your face. You squirm away from him, but he tugs you closer. "What? Not good enough for ya? A night with the king got you high up in the air? Don't get so full of yourself. You're nothing but his slut."

"Let me go!" you shout with a hope that someone would hear. But let’s face it. This is New York. Even if someone could hear you, they wouldn’t come to help you.

"Thing is, I got a little beef with the big guy,” he growls, digging into his pocket and taking out a switchblade. Your eyes grow wide at the sight of the sharp blade. “Since I can't get to him,” he brings the blade to your chin, “I'll settle with you."

Swinging your leg as hard as you can, you kick the silver toothed man hard in the groin. You feel a sharp stinging on the side of your face as he drops the blade and shouts a curse in pain.

Now with a free hand, you go straight for the man holding the other and punch him directly in the jaw. He lets go and grumbles holding the face in his hand.

The rest of the crew stood silent, completely stunned by the quick turn of events. You take it as a moment to flee. Turning on your heel, you dash down the alley as fast as you can.

"Don't let her get away!" You hear one of them shout behind you.

You turn around the corner, opposite in the direction of school. You’re not thinking, you’re just running. Everything in your mind is a big blur. It’s just one foot in front of the other in an attempt to widen the gap between you and them.

Your breaths came in small spurts, hot and nervous. Your fingers are balled tightly into fists, swinging back and forth as if it’d make you run faster. Your lungs and heart are pumping, but the air doesn’t seem to be enough as you sprinted forward, panic trembling in your exhausted limbs.

Your eyes were shut tight, trying to keep your sanity at bay. It’s all a bit too familiar. The rush of adrenaline and the fear of getting caught. It takes you back to a memory you buried six feet under.

Their heavy pants and growling curses mingle with the words that echo in your head. His voice rings in your ear, like he’s the one chasing you.

“You can run all you want, kid, but in the end you’ll come right back here! Right back to me.”

You turn around another corner to find trash cans lining the wall. You push them over, letting them topple to the floor, creating a pathetic excuse of an obstacle. But it works. It slows them down just enough for you to turn around the corner of another alleyway.

You run down the path, speed constant, and notice the sound of their jeers growing distant. But even so, you keep running until you reach the main street. Only stopping when you hear tires screeching along the asphalt of the street.

You freeze in front of the car, the bumper just inches away from your body. The door opens and Steve quickly gets out and his friends follow. His hair is a mess and his clothes too casual than his normal attire.

You swallow deep when his eyes meet yours. “Y/N,” he calls with a breathy pant.

Tears start to bubble at the corner of your eyes. All of the confusion and fear finally starts to sink in, but you’re trying your best to keep it all in. The slam of the door behind him was the little push you needed to let go.

“Steve,” you mumble, meeting him halfway.

Your face slams into his chest, hugging him tight. His arms wrapped around you create a safe haven. The scent of a day’s old cologne and cigarettes feels just right. The relaxed beat of his heart against your ear calms your tense nerves. But it was the press of his lips against your forehead that really brought you home with a warm welcome.

“You’re late,” you mutter against him.

“Sorry, Monday morning traffic is killer,” his voice rumbles against the side of your face. You can hear the smile in his words.

You look up at him with a small smile. He wipes the wet smears around your eyes, keeping your face in his hands.

“Bad day?”

“It’s Monday, what do you expect?”

He chuckles softly, “Point made,” his thumb brushes against the scrape running along your chin.

“Steve, did you see–?”

"I saw 'em." he answers.

"What's gonna happen now?"

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out,” he assures, “but first let me find the bastards that did this to you.”

“This?” you pointed at the cut, “this is nothing. Really.”

“It is something,” he replies firmly.

“But it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Well I’m worrying anyway.”

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Peter asks sweetly.

You smile at him. God, this kid. Where has he been? You’ve been missing him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” you teased.

“I’m twenty-years-old!” he exclaims with a pout, earning a chuckle from you.

Your new friends run down the alley and out onto the street. They freeze at the sight of the mob boss towering over them in all his majestic glory. Steve’s jaw ticks and his eyes fall on them with a murderous intent. Their beady eyes divert to you, hidden in the kingpin’s embrace, but don’t linger for long. They’ve pissed off the guy enough as it is, ogling his girl would just make it worse.

“Well if it isn’t a bunch of rats,” Bucky sneers with a chuckle and Peter mimics him.

“Hey, Sammy, do me a favor and go break some bones.” Steve orders.

“But I thought you said—”

“This is an exception,” Steve interrupts with a chuckle. “Go have some fun.”

“Yes!” Bucky pumps his fist. “Finally! My bones are getting rusty,” he stretches his legs and arms.

“That may just be because you’re old.”

“Shut up, Pete, or I’ll beat your ass first,” Bucky snaps at him, “All right ladies, let’s get into formation,” he claps.

“You are not Beyonce, you can’t say that,” Sam deadpans.

Bucky whips his long brown locks with his hand. “No, I’m Bucky with the good hair.”

“It’s official, I hate you,” Sam groans, “Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?" He pulls the silver-toothed man back by the collar.

“Come on, let’s go,” Steve turns you around before Sam punches the man’s teeth out and leads you to the car.

It takes everything in your willpower to not look back. You can hear it all. Heavy punches and deep grunts. Strained curses and feet scuffling on the concrete.

And it makes you wonder. Despite all that had happened. Was it really all right for them to take the law into their own hands?

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hquirks · 4 years

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Karasuno & College AU Pt. 1

School: Karasuno

Genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, slice of life

Warnings: mental health breakdowns

A/N: This is a Haikyuu!! Headcanon where the Karasuno first years attend the same college and experience their first semester. This is written under the assumption that they attend a Japanese college that follows an American college system. Lastly, most of these headcanons were based on our own personal experiences in college and from our friends.

Disclaimer: This is very...long LMAO. We’ve been working on this for the past 2 weeks on and off. We just had a lot of feelings but we had so much fun! We’re sorry but we hope you enjoy!!

By: Noodle ✨, BananaMilk 🐯, & FriedOmurice 🌊

HINATA SHOYO

Sports Communication Major

Gets scouted by a university’s volleyball team for either middle blocker/winged spiker

Procrastinates so HARD like does his essay that’s due at 8 am the night before. He PASSES his classes especially the ones for his major and what he is randomly interested in but he is still a mess when it comes to studying.

Though Hinata would be the person you see openly crying out of sadness and doom at 1am in the library

While he has gotten better in taking care of his body, however like any college student, he lives on redbull and coffee especially during finals.

Tries to not pull all nighters but will due to his procrastination and inability to get work done efficiently

Lives in the same dorm building as Kageyama but on different floors. They burst into each other’s rooms unannounced all the time since they’ve established long ago that they are best friends and do not give a fuck. They banter with each other 24/7 (their respective roommates have grown immune to their loudness and bickering.)

Hinata’s roommate is Inouka from Nekoma!! They both get along really well and are able to live well together so they stay roommates the rest of the years in college. Hinata is a little messier than Inuoka but he keeps his messes to his side that Inuoka never minds.

Their apartment is super wholesome bc since they’re always encouraging each other, they leave little notes like “You got this!!”, “Good luck on your exam!” or “You’re amazing and awesome! Don’t forget it!” Also, the apartment just looks really homey, very lived in.

He becomes kinda popular at school because he just ends up befriending all his classmates (and is even closer to the people in his major) and also because of being on the volleyball team!! Hinata gets recognized everywhere even when he’s off campus and everyone says hi to him, and he never minds.

As a freshman, he attends all of the freshman events and all the free events that happen every day Friday!!!! His favorite Friday event is when they get to stuff an animal (either their school mascot or another animal) and are able to dress it up and keep it! (His favorite is an owl dressed like a volleyball player that he named Little Giant)

Tries to get involved with other clubs but because of volleyball and his inability to juggle more than 3 things, he doesn’t (but still ends up becoming friends with the people in the club bc they think he’s so friendly and fun)

Ends up going to a lot of events held by the clubs he’s befriended! He kinda of becomes a recruiter for the clubs because if he finds someone who talks about an interest, he recommends them one of the clubs. (The clubs are forever grateful because they always get an influx of people during fall semester every year.)

His first semester grades consists of:

- The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): C+ - Japanese Literature: C - Sports Media and Society: B - Principles of Sports Reporting: A - Biology 1: C-

Hinata has a breakdown about his grades because he does not want to lose his starting spot on the volleyball team. However, he improves much more due to the help of his friends like Yachi and Inuoka the next semester.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Sports therapy

Also gets scouted as a setter by the same university as Hinata

Since Hinata is adamant about attending all the freshman events and free events the campus offers every Friday, he eventually gets pulled into going with Hinata even though he doesn’t want to.

Thanks to Karasuno and Hinata, he has softened over the years and has learned to be more sociable with others, but he still prefers to hang out with the first years squad and is still a quiet person.

In their first dorm year, Kunimi and Kindaichi were planning to room together & they were looking for a third roommate, and Kageyama was assigned to their room

They eventually grow mutual respect towards each other

His grades are better than when he was in high school because he actually likes his classes, but he still sucks at general education subjects

He lives on coffee and 5 hour energies to get through finals. He has to cut down on the 5 hour energies because he ends up not sleeping for 3 days straight and he starts to get worried.

Kageyama eventually caves in and tries to join other clubs that do not revolve around volleyball thanks to his friends. Somehow, and the first year squad is still confused as to how, he grew to love the cooking club and he gets really excited whenever they’re trying out a new dish! (He also thinks that as an athlete knowing how to cook and take care of his body is crucial).

One day when they’re hanging out at Yamaguchi and Tsukki’s apartment, he cooks for them a recipe he learned from the club. The others are really apprehensive at first to taste it, but are genuinely so surprised that it actually tasted REALLY good and immediately start showering him compliments and yelling. Kageyama’s brain goes mush and all he can say is HINATA BOKE(Hinata: WHAT??? I was complimenting you and I wasn’t the only one, Bakageyama!!)

Besides going on his daily runs, he will also find time to go to the gym early in the mornings. He brings Hinata along with him and they just end up competing at the gym. They become regulars and befriend the front desk people and the security guards.

Because of how popular and good-looking he is, he ends up developing a fan club but doesn’t know about it until one day Tsukki points it out. It’s right after midterms in their 1st year and all five are out to eat. Tsukki’s gets annoyed because there’s just been a hoard of girls (& guys) following them in the restaurant.

Tsukki: can you tell your fanclub to leave us alone?

Kags: ...my what???

Tsukki, unimpressed but not surprised:....

Hinata points out that he has a fanclub like the Great King and Kageyama just blanches...he wants to be like Oikawa but not like this LMFAO

Kageyama’s first semester grades:

- The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): C+ - Principles of sports therapy A+ - General Japanese 1 C- - Calculus 1 B+ - Ethical Issues in Sport A-

TSUKISHIMA KEI

World History major (Honors Program)

Very orderly with his course plans (LEARNING CURVE WHO??)

The guy who plans his week ahead and actually diligently studies. Since Tsukki is BUSY all the time in college, his planner is DETAILED and NEAT. He carries it with him all the time in his backpack or pocket since it is so small and portable. If needed whenever his plans do change, he would carry small sticky notes to plan it out on the spot and make sure everything goes smoothly still. Plus he hates it when it looks messy so sticky notes are a must.

Doesn’t usually go to events on his own willpower. He usually gets dragged into events by his upperclassmen (Kuroo and Bokuto) or Yamaguchi begs to go with him because he doesn’t want to go alone.

Enjoys going to the college’s on-campus museums during his spare time. He visits seasonally since the museums change up one exhibit every few month dedicated to a certain event or artist. His favorite is the art museum because it’s quiet and calming. (Also, he’s undisturbed by the others...)

Doesn’t want to be the group manager but becomes one anyway because he just can’t watch others “ruin” his grade.

Has some university credits already from his AP classes / dual enrollment so he’s already finished with some general education requirements but still needs a few more.

He can actually graduate a semester early BUT decides against it because his apartment lease goes through the next semester and doesn’t want to be bothered with finding someone else to take his spot. (He won’t admit it but he would kinda sorta miss the 4 idiots...)

Sometimes he forgets to eat (Yamaguchi usually reminds him plus they end up going to lunch together too). Often buys starbucks sandwiches on the way to class.

He has his own starbucks cup. He always drinks the same thing, so the workers remember his face and order. Sometimes they make his order ahead of time because they know. Loves their chocolate croissants.

That bitch who drinks BLACK coffee every morning for enjoyment!!! He also drinks espresso for necessity during finals

Arrives to class early so he can get the really nice seat in the back and doesn’t want to sit next to anyone

In class discussions, Tsukki is a classic smartass. He will not hesitate to give out his opinion and often plays devil's advocate for the class.

He doesn’t join the school official volleyball team, but joins the volleyball club instead because he has to juggle between being in the honors program, being a research assistant, and playing volleyball

Doesn’t want to admit it, but still supports the boys at the official volleyball team. Goes to almost every game in disguise.

Tsukki’s first semester grades:

- The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): A- - European History and Culture A+ - History Research Seminar: A+ - Crime and Punishment in Japanese History: A+ - Empires, Nationalism, and Revolution: A+

Won’t say it, but is actually pretty upset that he got a A- in Coming of Individuality

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

He majors in psychology and minors in business administration.

Knows where all the university gardens are and has a favorite spot when he studies sometimes if he wants some fresh air.

In continuation, he knows and goes to all the nice trails and parks around the city. He tries to go when he cans and he often brings the other first years when they all have the time. (Everyone except Tsukki enjoys it...but Tsukki grows to love it as well.)

Yamaguchi and Yachi go together to pet the therapy dogs every Friday by the library and cry from the cuteness and love they receive. They have a favorite dog that is a shiba inu named Mizu who is the ABSOLUTE sweets and gets so many belly rubs from these two.

Yamaguchi works at a boba place to cover his loans. The first-year squad comes over often to study and hang out with him (really though they tease/play around with him). He is a STAR employee, having been there most of his 4 years and is employee of the month frequently. Knows the regulars’ orders by heart and is doted on the little old lady who comes in with her dog every Sunday morning.

He LOVES all the good food. He knows all the low key, hole-in-the-wall places that DELIVER on food. His favorite food is teriyaki chicken. It’s basic but also HAS to be quality chicken and chicken.

When Yamaguchi wants to cry from the stress of doing SOOOOOO MUCH (school, job, research assistant, and psychology club), he goes to the psychology building because it’s colder and has fewer people. He discovered a spot there that no one ever goes to and cries there.

He actually found his mentor/ researcher boss who was a psychology professor and researcher who saw him one day and asked if he was okay.

He joins the psychology club and gets so involved!! He does the mentor/mentee program and because he loves helping people so much, he ends up having so many mentees and even adopting a few who get abandoned

Even though he’s already busy, he actually becomes secretary this 2nd year, VP 3rd year, and then president his last year!

Yamaguchi does NOT do coffee, but he loves tea and anything relating to tea. His favorite boba flavor is matcha green tea.

Because of this, he becomes obsessed with matcha in general and will get matcha flavored anything

Yamaguchi and Tsukki are roomies (duh). People don’t get why they live together with their opposite personalities, but they eventually see why

Yamaguchi first semester grades:

- Psychology of Personality: A+ - The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): A- - Social Psychology: A+ - Introduction to Statistics 1: B- - Introduction to Finance: B

Has always been a good student and works hard for his grades but his first semester grades suffer a little(freaks out about his B’s) because of all the stuff he has on his plate, however, he learns to handle it better and understands that a B is still okay!!

YACHI HITOKA

Graphic Design Major

Binge-buys Shein and YesStyle Clothes the first week

This QUEEN has taken every self defense lesson she could get her hands on and bought herself pepper spray as well. Even though the boys felt they were fine, she gave them pepper spray to put in their bags(practically shoved it in their bags because she wants them to be safe too)

She gets a lot of compliments for her cat keychain from others, but none of them really know that the keychain can be used for self defense and Yachi bought it because it was cute and effective.

Her campus has a building for all of the student life and activities and there’s a small bowling alley. Lemme tell you, she’s a serious bowler; like her scores are always in the triple digits. She goes every Wednesday religiously all four years (except during midterms and finals week) because it’s half priced.

OFC she joins the bowling club and competes throughout her college years. Y’all already know she’s winning the medals.

THE QUEEN OF SAVING MONEY AND COUPONING!! She will always snag the free, semesterly coupon book in the plaza when they give them out. She ends up grabbing 4 (2 for her and 2 for her roommate)

Yachi LOVES sweets so when she’s feeling stressed, she usually eats sweet things or cries and if she’s REALLY stressed she’ll do both. Her best friends are her tears, a tub of chocolate ice cream, and videos of animals(cats, dogs, pandas mostly but cats are her fav mostly) plus tiny food cooking to make her feel better.

In clubs that she joins, she often becomes the multimedia chair and everyone loves her designs and ideas!!

She interns during her 3rd year as a local business where they use her design as the new logo for the company!! Because of how well the design was, she ends up catching the eye of a major company (one she’s been looking at for a while) and they offer her a job after graduation!!

The boys are super proud of her and surprise her with a congratulations party for her success!! The boys are tearing up at how much Yachi has grown as a person(imagine Kiyoko when she presented Karasuno with the team flag and all the second and third year boys CRIED. That’s what happens basically)

Yachi’s first semester grades:

- The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): A+ - Perceptual drawing: A+ - Typography: A+ - Principles of Art History 1:B+ - Introduction to Statistics: A+

Yachi is SMART and has great grades, but her anxiety affects her when she’s dealing with big projects for her classes. She eventually gets better every semester and learns to manage her anxiety when it comes to big assignments! Bottom line, she evolves to be a BOSS.

FIRST YEARS’ SHENANIGANS (FIRST YEARS)

Coming of Individuality: freshman required course

- Hinata, Yachi, and Yamaguchi agree to be in the same class Hinata convinces Kageyama to take the course with him

- Yamaguchi asks Tsukki to take the course with him and Yachi, which he agrees, but Tsukki doesn’t know that Hinata and Kageyama are also there

Plants Drops!

- Every 3rd Thursday of the month, the gardening club has a plant drop where they give out plants for free in their campus’ plaza

- So, Yachi and Yamaguchi are the first ones to find out about it, and end up dragging the other 3 to go with them

- Tsukki thought he would hate it but he got this little cactus that he’s kept alive all four years and brings it with him when he graduates into his new apartment - Hinata tries to keep the plants alive but ends up forgetting about them so he has to opt for cacti only; though, he does end up keeping one plant alive for the rest of the semester but forgets about it when he goes home and leaves it in the dorm - Kageyama ends up keeping two plants alive, both little ferns, and names them banana and strawberry (his favorite milks) They still go every 3rd Thursday even if they have plants because it gives them an opportunity to see each other if they have been busy

Yamaguchi and Tsukki’s place

- The undisputed hangout place for the first year squad (Tsukki worries that Kags and Hinata will break something every time they come over) since it is so close to campus. - They often come over in between classes to chill and eat their food in peace while watching Netflix or playing Mario Kart or Super Smash together.

MANDATED (Tsukki didn’t want this but the others wanted this to happen) first-year lunch hangout

- Every Friday at exactly 11:15am, the first-year squad would eat lunch together at a local food stand on their campus called Tikis to catch up for the week. - They chose Friday because they tried all the other days and decided collectively that Fridays were the best. - The food stand usually sells a variety of food (usually soul food) and switch it up every week but it has some of the BEST food on campus (& even the city) - Without a doubt, the first-year squad ALWAYS make sure to leave space for their mandated Tikis lunch when doing their schedules every semester. No excuses.

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That Warm Fuzzy Feeling - Part 1

Mingyu x Reader

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You couldn't help the fact that you were a bit of a hopeless romantic. You got lost in your day dreams easily, though Hayoon brought you back to reality. But with the store virtually empty you couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you thought about what it would be like when you finally met your soulmate.

It was so damn nice to be on break. Psychology was an incredibly interesting subject to study, but it was also a lot. So as much as you knew you would miss classes by the time the break ended, you were happy to be done with that for a few months at least. You felt like your brain needed a break after all of the exams you had. You swore it nearly turned to mush with all the studying you did. It had been a busy year and you had certainly learned a lot, but you were a little tired.

Your job wasn’t particularly riveting. You knew you would eventually get very bored of serving frozen yogurt all day, but for right now something mindless what absolutely what you needed. It wasn’t hard or mentally challenging, and it would give you savings going into the next year. It was purely for the money.

Though, it didn’t hurt to have your best friend working there too.

You glanced at Hayoon as she served the one customer in the store. You were glad that you had her around. A few other people worked here but so far these were your favourite kinds of days, when it was just you and Hayoon in the front of the store. Especially when the weather was like it had been all week. It was cloudy and cool today and it had been very rainy all week. People were much less likely to stop by for froyo and that meant it was quiet and the two of you could mostly relax which was very good for your overworked brain.

The one customer left the store and you watched them go. Your eyes gazed through the windows at the people walking by. So many couples went by hand in hand and you sighed.

The other nice thing about working with Hayoon was seeing her more. She had met her soulmate towards the end of the school year and as happy as you were for her, she was splitting her time between you and Jiwoo and you wanted her to spend time with them and fall in love. You did your best not to let it bum you out and wonder when your soulmate was going to come along. But you couldn’t help it.

You were a bit of a hopeless romantic, and honestly so was Hayoon. You had grown up together and heard so many stories about falling in love. As a child your favourite story was the one of how your parents met. They always told it together, you dad recalling how his stomach filled with butterflies when he spotted your mom across the cafe, grabbing her cup, how he felt the heat on his cheeks and a dizzy feeling as she locked eyes with him. And your mom would jump in, telling you how she started to feel shaky, almost dropping her hot chocolate as she felt someone’s eyes on her. She looked up and swore her knees would give out as she locked eyes with him.

And they both just knew.

Everyone had stories like that. Hayoon’s parents recounted how they felt nearly sick when they met each other. Her mom always said she swooned and he had to catch her to keep her from falling. It was was so sweet and romantic and it almost made you want to have that happen. Though you supposed you weren’t sure if you really wanted to swoon or faint, you were tall and you weren’t the thinnest and you wouldn't want someone to have to try and catch you. You were pretty sure anyone who tried to would have a hard time.

You shook that thought away and focused back on what it might be like to meet your soulmate. You couldn’t help daydreaming about it whenever you had nothing else to do. You always wondered what they would be like, and what they would look like. Your mind wandered to what you might feel when they walked into your life. You wondered if it would be butterflies or dizziness or shaky hands.

Some days the thought crossed your mind, what if your soulmate had just passed you by, but there was no way that could have happened. It would be too obvious that they were there. Anyone you talked to that had met their soulmate said the feeling was obvious. For some it was very strong and difficult to deal with at first and for others it was a lot more manageable, but it was always undeniable. You reminded yourself of that no matter what, it would be clear that they were the one for you.

People liked to speculate about it too. They liked to contemplate why people had soulmates in the first place. Some people believed it was a gift from God, it was his way to tell you who he intended you to be with. Some people believed it was something predetermined at the beginning of time. Other people thought it was just biology, it was your body reacting to someone else. It was a way to know that you were compatible with someone, that they were a perfect match.

“Hey, get your head out of the clouds!” Hayoon whined.

You blinked a few times, looking over at her and shaking your head out.

“You always zone out,” she chuckled.

“Yeah because my day dreams are way better than real life,” you muttered.

“Hey, you never know when your soulmate will show up,” she chided.

You rolled your eyes. “We always used to say that, but you don’t know. I mean maybe it’ll never happen.”

“And maybe they’ll walk through that door today,” she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you giggled, giving her a playful shove.

“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “But seriously, pay attention, I’m going on break.”

You sighed as she headed into the back of the store, leaning on the counter and playing with your fingernails. You fanned yourself slightly. It was getting a little warm in here, but it was midday so it wasn’t so surprising that it would get muggy and warm.

The bell for the front door rang and you turned around.

A tall boy stood in the doorway. He only took a step inside before he locked eyes with you and gave you a peculiar look. You felt a smile tugging at your lips as a grin spread across his face. Something about him just seemed so… nice. You got the feeling that he was kind and comfortable. You felt like you’d get along with him easily, be able to talk to him with no issues.

The boy approached the counter, his hands shaking as he mumbled your name off your name tag before introducing himself.

“Hi, I’m Mingyu.”

“Hi Mingyu,” you chuckled. “What did you want today?”

His smile faltered a little. “I, uh… Don’t you…?”

You frowned at him, confused and he looked distraught. “Are you okay?”

“You… You don’t feel anything?”

You blinked at him. “Should I?”

Mingyu looked utterly heartbroken and it made you sad. “I… I thought so… But if you don’t…”

It finally clicked, he thought you were his soulmate. He must have felt something.

But you didn’t think you felt anything at all.

“Mingyu, I’m so sorry…”

He shook his head, clearly fighting back tears. “It’s fine, I’m fine…”

You didn’t manage to get another word out as he turned and rushed out the door.

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