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kemistre · 10 months

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εïз┊𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 — feat. tsukshima kei, sugawara koushi, kageyama tobio, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, sakusa kiyoomi, tendou satori

synopsis. in which he hears you say you don't like him

— content warnings. angsty, crying, panic attacks — word count. 3, 559

εïз┊author's note. this is sad, this is angsty. some of these are way longer than they should be, but you're welcome for the food <3

εïз┊t. kei

he was looking for you with yamaguchi by his side, his headphones around his neck as he glanced around for you, his hand in his pockets. he was going to walk you home, like usual. like the two of you had been doing since you met. ao, when he heard you say his name, his full name, from behind the corner, he stopped his friend with his arm, listening closely to what you were saying.

“tsukishima?” you questioned the friend you were talking to.

“no i don’t like him, he’s rude and just doesn’t work towards anything, it’s frustrating.” you scoffed, and as much as tsukishima didn’t want to admit it, he felt his eyes widen, his heart stopped for just a moment.

“i’m just around him because tadashi’s his friend.” yamaguchi’s mouth hung open, shocked at your words as he looked at his friend. tsukishima took a deep breathe before stepping out from around the corner, a deep scowl on his lips.

“good thing I don’t like you either.” he spoke, walking passed you and not looking back. he didn’t really know why he felt like punching something at that moment, you just walked home with him. you came to a few of his games and practices. there was no reason for him to be this upset. there was no reason for his chest to hurt so bad.

εïз┊k. tobio

he left the gym, going to fill up his water bottle that had been emptied for the second time that day. practice had been rough on the boy for a few days. for reasons unknown, he wasn’t feeling up to playing volleyball, which was completely unlike the kageyama tobio everyone knew. instead, he wanted to hang out with you. he didn’t know why. the feeling that arose in his stomach every time he talked to you was foreign, something he’d never felt before nor experienced. he’d done his research here and there though nothing helped his confusion on the matter.

but because of this same reason, he was avoiding you any chance he got. he wasn’t ready to talk to you yet, because he knew, he just knew he wouldn't be able to form a sentence in front of you until he knew just why his stomach felt so…fluttery whenever he even looked at you. as he stood at the water fountain near the entrance to the school, he glanced to the side, not expecting to see you walking in his direction without realizing he was there. swiftly and quickly, he put the cap back on his bottle and sped to hide behind the large tree that hung over the water fountain, thankfully it was big enough to shield him from your sight. though much to his dismay, your friend had stopped by the fountain for a drink, making you stop and continue the conversation he’d seen you having from afar.

“i just can’t stand him, he’s so awkward.” you rolled your eyes, your hands smoothing back your hair. “and he’s just so obsessed with that sport, if he talks, it’s about volleyball!” you looked so frustrated. who were you talking about? was it someone on the team? kageyama didn’t really know if you were close with anyone else on the team. unconsciously, he leaned towards you, trying to hear as much as he could before you both left. your friend wiped the extra water off their chin.

“yeah, that does sound annoying. can’t you just tell him to stop?”

“well, i’ve thought about it. but even if i do tell him to stop, then he just wouldn’t talk at all.” as you and your friend began walking again, he almost thought about asking you who it was, until your friend spoke once more.

“poor kageyama,” they nudged your arm with their elbow, you could practically hear the grin in their tone. “his only friend talking shit behind his back, he’s lonely enough as it is y/n!” you scoffed, though soon grinned as well.

“i’m sorry he’s just so unlikeable! It’s impossible not to talk shit!” kageyama stood still. unmoving. looking at nothing but your back as you walked away, his eyes wide and mouth agape. what was this feeling he felt in his stomach? yet another unfamiliar feeling, though this one was more, painful, sickening, than the fluffy one he’d felt not too long ago. you were talking about him. not someone else. he was right here, listening to you say you didn’t like him. he was right there, and you didn’t know.

kageyama’s breathe sped up, his chest rising and falling anxiously as you faded into the distance. his first thought, a thought you would’ve probably hated, was to go get a volleyball. go play volleyball. get a volleyball. go, go, go. this thought swarmed through his head like bunches of little bees, and he hated it.

before he knew it, he was back at the gym, his water spilling from the grip he’d had on the bottle. the only thing he could see was that ball right in front of him on the gym floor, and not the people around him trying to help their teammate. “kageyama!” at the sound of hinata's loud voice, he snapped out of whatever trance he was in, staring at the finger while also realizing the amount of people that watched him. “you’re crying, kageyama.” hinata's voice lowered, a concerned tone overpowering the previous annoyed one.

kageyama raised a hand to his face, wiping at his cheek, realizing that yes, he had been crying. and for some reason, some unknown reason, he was now fully aware of the nauseous, painful, overbearing feeling in his entire body. and within seconds, he collapsed. kageyama tobio had never experienced love before. kageyama tobio had never experienced heartbreak before. and now, he’ll never experience either ever again.

εïз┊s. koushi

he had been on his way out of the school to go home on his day off from practice. a day he’s been looking forward to, not because he’s not going to practice, but because he finally gets to spend some one on one time with you. something you two hadn’t really gotten in a long time. he thought that maybe, just maybe this was the day he finally asked you out. after months upon months of countlessly chickening out, his teammates somehow got him to agree to confess. he was a little more excited than he should’ve been as his eyes scanned the courtyard for you. you two had agreed on a meeting place so he could technically pick you up and you’d walk together! he really, really hoped everything would go smoothly. he had his whole confession mapped out, he prepared and practiced beforehand so he didn’t look like a complete buffoon in front of you, his only real crush since junior high.

he peaked around the corner of the school, a place he’d always been so excited for school ever since he met you. you made him want to learn even more, to grow so much more. he loved being there with you. as he peaked around the corner, he caught a glimpse of your hair, along with you and your best friend’s voice talking as best friends would. naturally, he didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he decided to simply wait by scrolling through his phone until your conversation finished to let you know he was there. and though he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, how could he not?

“i thought you liked him y/n?” “me? Like him? no way.” your voice was low, serious and harsh, catching sugawara off guard. “i thought he was like…the responsible friend of the group. someone who could be chill and not some chaotic fiend like his volleyball friends. he’s just as bad as them and it’s infuriating.” you scoffed, making a pit form in his stomach. who were you talking about? noya? tanaka? he thought you enjoyed everyone on the team.

“but suga’s so nice, you shouldn’t talk about him like that.” your friend's tone was a little more glum than expected and your response was nothing he’d ever think you’d say.

“hmm? i mean not really, he’s just really weird.” his breathing hitched, his heartbeat growing faster and faster by the second. he clutched his phone in his hand, eyes wide as he let the startling information settle in. you…didn’t like him? you didn’t like him. you thought he was weird. you thought he was infuriating. you didn’t like him.

you couldn’t say that about him, that couldn’t have been you. maybe he mixed you up with someone else because you wouldn’t say that about him. he could’ve sworn you felt the same way. though the fact slowly but surely invaded each and every thought in his mind, making it spin as he left. he walked away, not exactly being able to think right at that moment. he didn’t know how long it took him to wander his way back to his house, his eyes never leaving the ground he walked on.

he opened his house's front door, going in and slowly shutting it as his forehead leaned against the hard wood. “y/n hates me…” though he whispered, the three words echoed through the empty house. soon his whole body weight shifted to lean against the door, his arms stealing himself, his knees buckling before him as he fell to the ground. tears upon tears spilled from his eyes, loud sobs coming from his now sore throat.

he hoped today would go smoothly, and he thought he came up with the worst case scenario. but this…this was truly the worst outcome he could’ve ever imagined.

εïз┊b. koutarou

he said his goodbyes to akaashi before practically running to the classroom you and he shared. today was your one year anniversary...only of being friends… but! it was still an anniversary he’d like to celebrate. he thought for a surprise he’d give a VIP pass to his next game! even if it was just a piece of paper he colored on, he still thought it would mean a lot. he was so ready as he walked up to the classroom door, which was just cracked, just a bit. as his hand brushed the handle to open it, he heard your pretty voice, so he thought he’d wait for you to come out instead, a giddy excited smile on his face, he couldn’t stand still.

“why are you still hanging out with bokuto, y/n? I thought he annoyed you.” his eyebrows furrowed, through his smile still remain.

“he does, he’s just, too much? his mood swings, his energy that never runs out. it’s too much, and yes, it is annoying.” his usual happy smile grew wobbly, unsteady as he felt his head began to pound.

“so, then cut him off, it’s simple.” you sighed.

“well how do i do that? i have every class with him, that would be awkward. i’ll just wait until we graduate, i could probably put up with him until then.” bokuto, despite everything he just heard, smiled. it wasn’t a pretty one, not anymore.

he gently held the VIP pass in his callous hand, looking down at it as his vision got blurry. tears fell off his cheeks, down to the pass he’d worked so hard to make. he tried so hard to make his writing legible, to make it colorful and pretty, just for you since he knew you liked colorful and pretty. before you could come out of the room, he made sure not to let you see him. he walked away, even if class was just about to start. maybe he could skip class, just this once.

εïз┊a. keiji

he strolled throughout the school looking for you, though in no particular rush. he was a little anxious, a little scared to talk to you since once he did find you, he was going to tell you how he felt. something bokuto and konoha had been pressuring him to do for the few years he’d known you. he’d had a crush on you, liked you ever since he told you about his love for writing and reading. you’d supported him when he said he wanted to make a living from it, you smiled and said you’d read his books. that was probably one of his happiest and giddiest moments. he almost fell in love with you on the spot. usually, he was not one to trust people too quickly, but you were the exception. you made him feel so safe, like he was in the right place when he was by your side.

it was such an indescribable feeling he felt when he sees you smile, laugh, giggle, anything of the sort. your smile was contagious, your laugh as well. It was something he thought he’d never be able to go a day without. so, as he was just about to walk around the corner, he suddenly heard your laugh, your giggle and immediately stopped in his tracks as a lopsided smile appeared on his lips. and despite him wanting to be respectful and give you your privacy while talking to your friend, he couldn’t help but listen as he stood listening to your giggles.

“no, no! they’re actually pretty stupid. like the ideas themselves are terrible but then he’s actually worse at putting them onto paper.” akaashi’s smile turned into one of confusion. since when did you talk so harshly towards people? and he was even more confused that you weren’t talking to him about this, you told him everything. did someone make you upset? he could surely help you if you talked to him.

“is it really that bad?”

“it is, plus he’s just so quiet and he stares…a lot and honestly it’s really uncomfortable.” someone made you uncomfortable? suddenly he felt himself become more engaged in your conversation, wanting to figure out just who made you feel the way you did. was it someone in your class? it must have been, right?

“aww well that sucks, he was kinda cute too.”

“i mean, the looks go to waste when you have a terrible personality.” your voice got quieter as you and your friend began walking away. “i guess that just means akaashi will never get in a relationship cuz if i don’t like him, no one will.” akaashi leaned against the wall, your voice playing on repeat in his head. you were talking about him? the whole time? he made you uncomfortable? he stared at you? he lacks personality? his writing was terrible, stupid..?

a sudden pain coursed through his chest as he dragged a hand over his slightly opened mouth, shocked and confused. his chest tightened, and although this anxious feeling was one he experienced quite often, this time it was for a reason he’d never been through before. and before he knew it, his vision blurred, his head grew fuzzy, and he felt…small. yiny and trapped inside the ways of his overthinking and pained mind. he was truly hoping to walk out of school with your hand in his. instead, he ran out, pained and crying.

εïз┊o. tooru

he was wandering throughout the school, looking for you specifically. not only did he want you to come to practice and watch him since he knew you enjoyed seeing him play, but he just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. you were his first crush in a while, so it’d only make sense for him to want to be around you so much. yes, he does admit it’s a lot, but he just doesn’t want to lose you.

he was in an especially good mood today, not for any particular reason, he just…was so grateful to have you around. you were like the sun in his life, his beacon of light and hope he couldn’t get anywhere else. you made him feel like he was enough, that he’s done his best throughout his life. and truly, just seeing your smile was enough to brighten his day, being around you in general made his day so much better. he really didn’t know what he’d ever do without you. that was his last thought as he heard your voice coming from around the corner, the angelic voice he loved to hear every single day.

“oikawa?” he thought you knew he was there, but when you kept talking, he stopped where he stood. “that self absorbed jerk? what about him?” his genuine smile he’d had all day fell into a confused frown as he tried to process your words.

“i’m shocked you deal with him all the time.”

“yeah i know, he’s so clingy, and not to mention a volleyball obsessed arrogant narcissist, that’s it, i can’t stand him sometimes.” your voice rose without you knowing it, your friend that stood with you telling you to calm down.

oikawa’s pulse quickened, his breathing unsteady though he put a smile on his face once more as he walked around the corner. but this smile was one of a pure facade he’d perfected oh so long ago. “y/n-Chan~ i’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he laughed, giggled as he through an arm around your shoulder. though he heard you, loud and clear, he’d pretend he heard nothing. nothing at all because he knew his heart couldn’t handle the pain of letting you go so soon.

εïз┊s. kiyoomi

he walked throughout the crowded hallways, heading to volleyball practice like any other day. though, today was a bit different since you weren’t with him. usually you’d walk next to him, talking his ear off while he went to practice after school, but not today apparently. it confused him, worried him, but he wouldn’t say it outloud. it was as he was rounding a corner that he understood why you weren’t with him, you were leaning against the wall, holding your books, your friend talking to you about something. he didn’t want to be nosy, so he was just going to go around, it wasn’t any of his business. until he heard his name.

“sakusa? no, of course i don’t like him, he’s an asshole,” his eyebrows furrowed, you said it in such an obvious tone, it confused him. your friend agreed. was he rude? he didn’t think he’d ever been mean to you, so why? “and just between us, volleyball isn’t as cool as he thinks it is. i don’t know why he wants to do it professionally. it’s-”

at that point, he left. he didn’t need to hear anymore, he knew where you stood and he wouldn’t bother you anymore. it was an interesting feeling, because while he was angry, he was hurt and for the first time in a long time, he felt his vision get blurry, tears filling them to the brim. why would he cry for you? why did his heart just break in two? if you’d just waited a little longer, he might’ve gotten warmed up to you. showed you his soft, vulnerable side.

but now, standing on the court playing alongside a professional team, doing what he loved, he’s glad he didn’t show you anything. he’s glad he didn’t have you standing next to him, but he hopes you see him. see him on your TV and think to yourself, ‘wow, he did it.’ because now, he knew he didn’t need you.

εïз┊t. satori

he pranced around looking for you throughout the dorms. you both were going to hang out and he was told to meet you near the entrance of the dorms. he was super excited because after a lot of thinking, he decided this would be the day he told you he liked you. you’d been friends for a while, about six months, and throughout those months, he grew to have a huge crush on you. you just treated him, normally. you weren’t freaked out by him like many others were and he was always grateful for that. because you were different.

but as he was about to round a corner, he heard your voice and his first thought was to hide and scare you once you turned around, he always he that to you, it was something that was just kinda a part of your friendship. so, he leaned his back against the wall, smirking to himself as you spoke with your friend, someone he’d never met but that was fine with him. “i should probably go, tendou will be here in a few minutes.” you complained, fed up and annoyed. it made him worry a bit, but he knew he could cheer you up, like all the other times!

“tendou? you still hang out with him?”

“yeah, for some reason i still do.” you sighed, and tendou’s eyebrows furrowed, confusion the only feeling in his body at that moment, his heartbeat speeding up just a bit. “he just..he just creeps me out. does that make sense?”

“oh yeah, of course it does, i’m pretty sure he creeps everyone out.” tendou’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the ground, a pit forming in his stomach, making him nauseous where he stood.

he couldn’t bring himself to listen to the rest of your conversation, instead just trudging back to his dorm room, his eyes never leaving the floor he walked on. looks like you weren’t different, not different at all.

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springsmile · 1 year

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thinkin abt needy yan bokuto who takes ur virginity for the first time

bokuto who roughly possesses you— takes your jaw into his hand and (with a bruising vigor) presses his lips to yours. there’s a momentary dink of your teeth meeting, before his tongue is acquainting itself with yours. slick and warm, mapping the expanse of your mouth.

your protests muffled—your head is immobilized but trembling with the effort to shake your head, recoil.

“cmon baby, wanna make you feel good.” he’s pleading, the sound floating into your mouth and you’re choking on its sheer saccharinity.

“you want this, i know you do.” your inner thighs are pulsing at the cupping of his impressive torso. it’s a hamstring stretch in itself. even worse, his fingers maneuver around the dampened lace of your panties and tug them aside. they’re sticking to the side of your labia, and the sensation has you responding viscerally.

his next movement is unceremonious. his thick and coarse fingers plunge inside of you— the pads kissing the sides of your walls, and nicking that spot—your eyes bulge, mouth glistening and agape in a soundless cry.

“see? look how wet you are.”

if you had the capacity, you’d be gritting your teeth, but your only outright means of defiance was a breathy gasp, “b-bokuto, stop.”

he pulls back from the countless open-mouthed love bites he’d carefully worked into your neck (glowing red, incomplete circles, shining beautifully), and tilts his head.

“but i don’t want to.”

it doesn’t sound malicious. it doesn’t even look like it. but it’s petulantly dangerous. more so, he wants something, and what he wants is wrapped up in his hands. he has unparalleled strength to covet it, so it’s his. you’re not going anywhere.

he can’t even understand why you’re begging him to stop.

the tempo is incomprehensible, absolutely nonsensical. you hope his fingers cramp—the strokes keep evolving. shallow, quick, slow, deep and curled. bokuto presses his lips to your ear, so warm and wet, the same stimulus expressed by every inch of your skin. he’s panting, mewling like it’s you who’s torturing him.

“please, please let me eat you out, princess. god, please. i need it.” he’s near whimpering. it’s downright pathetic. “we’ll feel so good. i swear, i swear baby. please.”

you can’t even breathe.

his head is lowering to that precious, sensitive space between your thighs, lips closing around your nervous nub. your hands leap to his hair, fistfuls gathered in each, and you’re pulling. you can’t figure out if you’re pushing him away or keeping him in place. his tongue scales the side of your clit, and with hollowed cheeks, he suckles tightly. air-tight, and pulsating under the muscle.

callouses are petting your sides, his fingers twitching as they reach the valley of your breasts, before climbing to your nipples. he’s pinching tightly, rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs with a passion akin to the same extended to your cunt.

a strangled gasp scratches your throat, you’re vibrating at the stimulation, and as soon as he releases the bud with a reverberating pop!, something so balmy and intense rips open at the pit of your stomach. chest heaving, you ride the high with fabric-clad fists.

he’s still slurping, varying between tantalizing kitten-licking to full on fucking you on his tongue. every part of bokuto was fucking jacked and graced by boggling strength, the bruises left on your tits and your thighs weren’t as jarring as the force behind each thrust of his tongue.

his head retreats unexpectedly, and you’re fervently grappling at this moment of reprieve— but before you can suck in much needed mouthfuls of air, he’s pressing his sticky tip to your hole. precum and your slick smears and trickles onto the sheets, yielding a sickening solution of lust. its warmth intermingles with that of your sweat, frigid with dread, leaving your skin crawling and begging to be satiated more than before.

you jerk, fear tightening your joints as your eyes snap open, “n-no, wait!”

your hips creak under his grip, and when your gaze languidly meets his, you’re resigned, blinking back tears of desperation. he’s not humping your leg all needy and pleading anymore. he’s not entertaining your begs or pleas of yield. he’s not begging or pleading with you anymore, either. he’s gonna take you. but don’t worry!! he’ll make you feel real good <3

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kaashikuroo · 1 year

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HEYY!! This is my first request so I just came across your page and let me tell you this: I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT💗 do you mind doing a part 2 for “what breaks him”? Maybe with Oikawa, Bokuto, Hinata and Kageyama? It’s completely optional and take your time :)) don’t forget to drink water and stay healthy. Luv ya

PFFFFT. I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SOOOOO LONG.

Also, I'm sorry i can't write for Hinata or Kageyama. My brain isn't braining. 💀

What breaks him (makes him cry)-Haikyuu Reactions

Characters: Oikawa, Bokuto

Genre: fluff and angst

Warnings: Tears.

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Part 1

Oikawa

Oikawa has always wanted to be the best at what he does. Deep down he's always had that fire burning within him. But he soon came to realise that hardwork can't beat talent.

He had won a match in which he thought he wasn't playing at his best. You saw the gloom on his face when he came home. He never burdens you with his troubles but that doesn't mean he's good at hiding his distress.

So imagine the surprise when he comes home the next day to see a pillow fort in your bedroom with the tv set up. And you in his jersey.

You'd sit him down and replay his match. Complimenting him for every little thing he did.

"perfect side-step!", "That serve was so good!", "Look at them! They look so scared of you, Tooru."

Kisses and hugs all around.

Man's overwhelmed.

He's always been given gifts. Petty materialistic items to grasp his attention. But this. This is what he needed.

By the end of it, he'd have tears streaming down his face. He'd stop being cocky for the rest of the day, needing to bask in your attention. bearhugs! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

Your love overwhelms him.

Bokuto

Words sting.

He overheard a few people address his mood swings when he plays volleyball. Calling him insufferable and what not. This causes him to fall into a mild depressive phase.

After a while he's been at home, you start to notice how he's not being himself.

"are you okay, Kou?" you ask, sitting beside him, taking his hand in yours.

"I'm fine, babe." His eyes were sad.

He was distressed.

You started tracing the lines of his hand gently. "You know you can always talk to me about anything."

He'd tell you everything after a little coaxing.

You sighed and laid back on the couch, pulling him along with you so that you could cradle his head on your chest. "They don't matter, baby. If they think that it's alright to belittle someone just because they don't feel good, they're the ones that need to leave. Your feelings are perfectly valid. You're allowed to get upset. You're allowed to feel whatever you want to because that's what makes you, you. And I love you, Kou. No matter what anyone else has to say. Fuck them. They don't know anything about you. You're so so special, baby." You'd kiss him on the forehead. "Your mood swings are a part of why i like you. You're so cute all the time, honestly." You giggle.

But all that stops when you feel your shirt getting wet.

"Kou? Babe?" He had his face hidden in your chest. But you could see he was trembling. "Wh-what happened?" You were confused.

He felt so loved. So...understood. So overwhelmed that he couldn't help the first few years that escaped his eyes. Those few years turned into streams.

"i-i love you." He sobbed into your chest, fisting your shirt. "pl-please don't ever leave me. I need you in my life." He really couldn't imagine his life without you. "Without you, I'm lost."

You stroke his hair. "I'm not going anywhere baby."

I feel like their insecurities aren't talked about much so that's why i highlighted them here.

Thanks for reading! :)

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mrs-kodzuken · 3 months

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Teen Pregnancy ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

Genre: angst to fluff

CW: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, teen pregnancy (please don’t get pregnant at a young age if you can try!), angst to fluff, reader thinks it’s sickness, injured!bokuto, obviously implied sex since reader is pregnant

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I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaky hand as I just got finished puking into the toilet. This happened for the third time this week, but I hadn't gone to the doctor because of Bokuto.

He had, unfortunately, sprained his ankle while trying out a new skill during volleyball practice. The doctor said that he wasn't supposed to play for a week and to lay off it for it to heal.

As usual, that really made Kōtarō go into emo mode. Akaashi had managed to pull him out, but his bad mood hadn't gone away all week.

Me being his girlfriend, I took up the duty to help him around, even if I wasn't feeling well myself; I care about his well-being more than mine anyway.

After I brushed my teeth, I noticed a pale-ish look to my skin tone. Maybe I should make an appointment with the doctor's, I thought after grabbing my school bag.

Dark gray clouds swirled in the sky as the cold air nipped at my skin, releasing a shiver from my body.

It was probably going to rain, or worse, snow.

Being in the month of December, that was quite likely to happen. I arrived at the front gates of school, and

Akaashi had taken it upon himself to help get Kō here in the mornings.

I quickly hurried to his classroom, which was class one. I saw him pouting in his chair with his crutch leaning on the side of his desk and his hair slightly down. I sighed and moved near him.

"Good morning baby, how're you feeling?" I asked, trying to shift my problems out of my head and focusing on his.

"I want to play volleyball." His pout is not going away. Kōtarō always had an endless hunger for the victory of volleyball. I mean, that is why he is one of the top five best athletes in Japan.

And a small sprang could really do some damage to the poor boy.

"I know you do, but just bear with us for the next couple of days, and then you'll be back to smashing those balls on the court." I tried cheering him up a bit before I had to leave.

I heard the warning bell signaling that class would be starting soon, so I leaned down to give Kō a peck on the forehead before I left.

"I'll see you later, Kōtarō."

But when I started walking, I felt my bladder almost exploded. I had used the bathroom when I first got up this morning before my puking session, so I wasn't sure how I already needed to pee.

I hurried to the nearest ladies bathroom and relieved myself. While I was washing my hands, the bell rang for class to start.

What made it even worse was that my class room was upstairs since I was in class 5. My shoulders slumped as I walked even slower up the stairs.

It was only morning, but traveling up a staircase had worn me out.

I entered my class with the rest of my classmates staring at me, and my best friend's eyebrow quirked up as if to question why I'm late.

"You finally come to class, miss." My teacher said irritatingly as I took my seat, which was in back, after I mumbled a small apology.

Soon, the teacher droned on about something that I wasn't too bothered by. I sat my head down on the desk and decided to take a little nap to pass the time.

I felt someone shake me a little bit as I pushed their hand away.

"Do you want to eat lunch or not?" was the voice belonging to my best friend as she awaited my answer, which was a bunch of words mumbled together.

"By the way, why were you late this morning? You're never late, like, ever." She questioned me as she sat in front of me with her bento box, deciding she was going to eat here with me in the class.

"I had used the bathroom after meeting with Kō and ended up late. I just don't feel good." I said, looking up at her, then at her food.

Suddenly, a thought struck at me, "And I forgot my lunch." I groaned and sat my head back down.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). I really don't want to make everything worse, but our teacher assigned us a project that's worth ten percent of our grade, and it's due Friday."

Today was Wednesday, and I felt like crying at the thought of doing a school project. "Great, just great. great, great, great." I hit my head on my hands with every word I spoke.

"You don't sound great."

"I'm not great, (B/f/n)." I put my head in my hands and sucked it up, trying to focus on anything else besides the hunger in my stomach and the nausea that came with it.

"I'll be fine; lunch is almost over anyway. Do me a favor and wake me when the bell rings for dismissal." She nodded and packed her bento box away as people started to fill the classroom.

I also forgot my hoodie, so I laid there on my cold desk, shivering just a bit.

As promised, (B/f/n) woke me when class was finished. I headed outside towards the gym, knowing Kō would want to stay and watch his teammates play, even if he couldn't.

The sky had actually become really dark as little flurries of snow fell down. This was bad weather, especially with Bokuto being in a crutch.

I sluggishly walked into the gym, knowing that it would take a lot of convincing for me to get home.

As usual, he was sitting on the bench watching his teammates play with a grumpy facial expression.

I sighed and sat down beside him, wanting nothing more than to be embraced by his arms.

I laid my head on his shoulder and carefully watched out the window as the snow continued to fall.

Only two hours had passed, and it was pitch black outside, not to mention it was freezing too.

I had been trying to convince Bokuto to go home due to his injured leg. I knew I had been pestering him, but in the end he would give in and let me help him walk home.

What I didn't expect was for my plan to backfire on me.

"Goddamn it, do you have to be so fucking annoying all the time?" He snapped his head towards me as I froze; I could tell everyone else in the gym did too.

My heart was stuck in my throat as I gave him a weak apology; I didn't bother grabbing my bag. Held my head down low as I hurried out of the gym as the temperature dropped, making my skin freeze.

I couldn't see due to it being pitch black, but I still kept on, my legs never stopping. The only thing warm were my salty tears, which never seemed to stop rushing down my face.

I wasn't sure where I was, so I tried to slow down my pace as I slipped on ice, and my head rammed into a wall. The pain almost immediately giving me raging headache as I pressed a hand onto it.

I slowly slid down the ice-cold brick wall, not having the energy to move anymore.

My day was so fucking shitty.

Slowly, my arms wrapped around my limp body to suffice as something to cover me from the snow that still continued to fall from the sky.

Before I knew it, my eyes closed due to the pain in my head and my arms were wrapped not only around my body but my stomach.

"Kō." was the last thing my voice could manage out before I slipped into unconsciousness on the ground.

Muffled voices in a room awoke me with the annoying sound of beating. I felt warmth surrounding me and bandages on my face as I opened my eyes.

I squinted at the bright lights that were on the ceiling. I slowly sat up and looked at everyone in the room around me.

It was a hospital room and the annoying sound was my heart.

My parents, Bokuto's mom, Bokuto, and Akaashi, were in the room with me. I looked down at my lap, not liking how all the attention was on me at once.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bokuto open his mouth as if he were to say something but shut it when the doctor came into the room.

"Hi, mom, dad. If you don't mind, I'm just going to check up on your daughter," she said as she rounded my bed.

"Hello sweetie, how do you feel?" She gathered a flashlight and a clipboard, ready to write.

"My head hurts." The voice that came out was all scratchy and low. It seemed to make my mom lean more into my dad, as if to hide her tears. The doctor handed me a cup of water.

"Well, you did hit it pretty hard. Are you warm enough? I can add another heated blanket if you want; make yourself comfortable. We still need to check if the baby is okay." She reached for another blanket as I froze.

"Excuse me?" My voice came out slightly panicked.

What baby?

"Don't worry, we already told your parents, so you don't need to worry about that." She concluded with a comforting smile.

"No, no. What do you mean? I'm not pregnant." I said, I was confused; I'm pretty sure I wasn't pregnant. Or at least, I think.

My eyes immediately reached Bokuto's sorrowful ones.

"Oh my god." I covered my mouth with my left hand as my right one went to my stomach. I couldn't believe what was happening right now.

"Oh. Mom, dad, and other mom, how about we give these two a few minutes to talk?" She politely said, giving Kō and I some time to discuss this.

Silence fell over the now empty room; Bokuto was the first one to speak up.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry for acting like that. I just wanted to play volleyball so bad, but that doesn't excuse my actions. When the guys found you and you were shivering uncontrollably and bleeding, I didn't know what to do.

“On top of that, you were out there with.. our baby in you." After he had finished, tears fell from his somber, golden eyes.

I reached a hand to his face and wiped a tear away while he leaned into my hand.

"Kō, I forgive you. But a baby? We're still in school, and you have your volleyball career that you plan on pursuing, and I still don't know what I want to be." I nervously stated, my eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We'll work through it together, okay? We'll be the greatest parents ever." He gave me the smile that I missed the most.

And that reassurance was all I needed to process that we could handle this together.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

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kodaiki · 2 years

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[6:31 P.M.]

“just one kiss.”

“one kiss-! bokuto, you’re crazy,” you hiss, hoping no one’s noticing your private conversation amidst the family barbecue. just to check, you peer over the taller man’s slightly hunched shoulders, catching eye contact with one of his aunties and grinning her way when she waves. only does the brightness in your eyes dull when you meet bokuto’s panicked ones.

“my sisters, the cousins-” he pauses to fling his arm in the direction of where his younger family members are, lounging in lawn chairs as they discuss school and their early jobs. “they don’t believe we’re dating!”

“and that’s my problem?” you frown, anxiety creeping into your belly at the mere thought of having an audience for a kiss that won’t even be real!

“our problem, y/n,” bokuto whines, visibly straining as he attempts to chip at your stubborn wall. “the favor was that you be my date to the family barbecue, pretending to be my girlfriend. well, we’ve got family who don’t believe it!”

“you didn’t mention i’d have to kiss you!“ you retaliate, peeking over at his cousins who’re staring rather skeptically, maybe even amused, at the two of you. it’d be a lie if you said they were totally buying your relationship.

to be fair, the way you both announced it was a little suspicious. just a few weeks earlier one of bokuto’s aunts offered to set him up with one of her employees his age to which he, in a panic, begged you to attend his family gathering to decline that. he hoped that in showing you off as his, they’d finally get off his back about having a significant other.

and it worked! … for some members of his family.

his older relatives only had to see your smiling face and holding hands to receive the memo and approve of his relationship.

his sisters and cousins? they’re not too easily swayed.

“isn’t it a bit convenient you announce your relationship just a week after auntie wanted to set you up with someone?” a cousin asked, amused grin adorning his face.

“yeah!” his older sister had chimed. “how dare you keep you and y/n’s status for so long!”

meanwhile, his other sister grumbled to herself in agreement, claiming that all this time while she thought you were just friends, you were supposed lovers?

“why is it such a big deal?” bokuto asks, genuinely curious, tilting his head slightly as his eyes widen in wonder.

the fact that he has to ask that, alluding he doesn’t think it such a big deal, makes you more embarrassed.

“because it is!” you huff, keeping your face straight so the rest of his family don’t sense your wary expression. “you don’t just kiss anyone!”

“you’ve kissed akaashi’s cheek when he was being asked out by that girl he wasn’t into! how’s that different?”

“it just is!”

how else are you supposed to say that kissing akaashi is different than kissing bokuto because you don’t have feelings for akaashi?

“please enlighten me.”

bokuto’s stubborn face is on now, furrowed brows and eyes lidded downward as his lips twist into a heavy pout. he’s concentrated, watching you closely and you know getting out of this will be difficult. he crosses his arms, awaiting your answer.

“well?”

“it’s different,” you murmur, looking down at the green grass below you. the night air, humid from the time of year, blows against you, giving you a sense of coolness amidst your warm cheeks and beating heart.

bokuto senses the change in your demeanor, suddenly realizing that whatever’s in your head much be more serious than he’d originally thought. so, he gently takes your wrist and before you know it, you’re being guided back into his parents’ home.

“kotaro?” his mother asks, grabbing at his arm before he passes the older members of the family sitting in a circle whose interests are all suddenly piqued by him as well. “everything okay?”

bokuto gives his mother an easy grin. “yep! y/n’s just thirsty so i’m grabbing her some water from inside.”

accepting his response, she lets go and returns back into the conversation with the elders. bokuto continues to pull you inside until your in the cool, air conditioned room of the kitchen.

letting go of your wrist, he leans against one of the counters facing you. “i didn’t mean to push you into anything but you can always talk to me.”

you know you should’ve internally debated accepting his request for a favor more than how you quickly accepted. then again, how can you deny bokuto when he gives you those widened, puppy-dog eyes and watery pout all while clasping his hands in a pleading manner?

really, it was just unfair.

you didn’t actually think you’d have to do much at this function, though. maybe holding hands with him and allow his to hold you class as he gushed about some made up story about how you started dating; something like “we’ve been friends for years now but it was recently that I saw her in a different light so I just decided to tell her!” oh, how simple him confessing must be. too bad that’s all fake. still, you never expected him to actually ask you to kiss, nonetheless in front of his whole family.

it takes away from the experience. first, you have to kiss someone in a not serious way and now added to the fact that it’s for the show for someone else to see?

maybe it’s the root cause that you have feelings for the man that’s getting you so frustrated about it. that surely had to be it. but how on earth were you supposed to explain that to him without it explicitly telling him you like him?

“no, no, i’m sorry for over exaggerating,” you mumble. “it’s just different because we’re close friends.” bokuto opens his mouth, mostly likely to claim that akaashi’s also a close friend of yours but you don’t allow that. “and you’re different than akaashi.”

“i am?” he asks blankly, furrowing his brows deeper. you can’t tell if he feels utterly lost or maybe even offended in case he’s thinking he’s not on the same level as your other friend. maybe it’s a bit of both.

“yeah, it’s … ugh, do i have to explain it?” a sigh from you. “i shouldn’t have agreed to this.”

“oh,” bokuto lets out, visibly slouching. so you regretted being his fake date that much? he thinks he gets it now. “i’ll just say you weren’t feeling well and you had to go. you really don’t have to stay if it’s making you that uncomfortable.”

“no!” you quickly blurt, waving your hands in front of you. “that’s not what i meant!”

“seriously y/n, it’s okay. i overstepped by asking and you’re just being nice because we’re friends. i’m sorry-”

“i don’t wanna kiss you because it won’t be real!” you cut off his rambles from further making himself feel bad.

bokuto seems to not have gotten it completely by the way he looks at you skeptically. “huh?”

you sigh, face flushing deeper. “i don’t want to kiss you because it’ll mean more to me than it does to you,” you admit in a quiet voice. “the reason for the kiss would just be to win over your sisters and cousins but to me, it’d be more. so i can’t kiss you.”

“it’d be more?” he repeats softly, eyebrows lifting in slight surprise. his expression softens when you look down, avoiding eye contact with him.

to be honest, you don’t remember when you developed feelings for your friend. whether it was in the beginning of your friendship, having always thought he was an attractive man or being a stellar volleyball player, or if it developed over time, growing used to his platonic affection and kind words to you, at this point in time, you’re completely smitten.

and you’ve hidden it to the best of your ability in fear of losing him as a friend. from what you could tell, bokuto was friendly with everyone so he didn’t give you much of a reason o believe your feelings were reciprocated.

“yeah,” you trail off, shuffling your feet on the tiled floors in attempt to keep your attention busy. “sorry to just spring that on you, didn’t mean to.”

“no,” he says quietly, denying your apology, assuring you. “don’t apologize. it’s just, um, not what i expected.”

ah, the conversation you’ve feared. the awkwardness leading to the inevitable rejection from someone you considered a close friend. there goes that friendship. the pit in your stomach grows as your heartbeat continues to erratically beat in your chest.

you need to get out of this situation.

“yep, so i’ll be going now. tell your family i said bye and the food was delicious-”

you’re cut off when bokuto’s hand grabs your wrist again, this time more firmly, in fear you’d slip out of his grasp to leave his house in a hurry, which to be fair, was something you were planning on doing.

“wait.”

you swallow the lump in your throat, eying his hand on your arm. slowly, you look up at his face, sucking in your lips as you brace for the impact of his future words.

“what if i want to kiss you, though?”

“what?” you ask, shaking your head from his question, not expecting it.

“you said that it’d mean more to you because my reason is to get my family to believe, right?” at your nod for confirmation, a glum one at that, he continues, “but what if i also wanna kiss you just ‘cause? what if it means more to me, too?”

“bokuto…” you trail off, doubting his words. he really didn’t have to try and make you feel better with words.

“i’m serious!” he claims. “everything else would be a bonus. i’d kiss ‘ya without anyone watching if i could.”

your face burns even hotter at the insinuation of his words. so he’s not just trying to make you feel better?

“and well, now that I know the feeling’s mutual, can i?”

“huh?” you squeak when he takes a step closer to you, close enough you can feel his breath fanning your face.

“can i kiss you? for real?” he asks again, dipping his head down, believing — no, knowing — you’d say yes. and when you nod, ever so subtly, he molds his lips against yours.

it’s a soft kiss at first, a simple test of the waters, but when his hands go up to your cheeks and holds you face in place and your hands move up to clutch his waist, the time for timidness is over. bokuto kisses you with fervor, like a starved man, smiling against your lips when you squeak and sigh into his mouth, breaths of relief as if thinking finally, this is happening.

the way he kisses you has you dipping downward, clutching onto him so you don’t feeling backward, not that you would; he’d catch you before that could happen. you’re fully consumed by bokuto and though you’re head is spinning from the lack of air, you can’t will yourself to pull away. not when you’ve been waiting, yearning for this moment for god knows how long.

“kotaro, your mom said you were in- oh.” a voice calls into the kitchen, stunning the both of you in place, only making your face spring apart in surprise.

you spin around to face bokuto’s eldest cousin frozen in place at the entrance of the kitchen, blinking at the both of you. a moment passes with the three of you looking between each other and then his cousin relaxes.

“i’m just here for some plates,” he says coolly, swiping the plates conveniently set on the counter to his chest. “i’ll, uhm, leave you two to it.” the cousin then scurries out of the kitchen and it isn’t until your heard the back door swing open and close that you face bokuto who’s grinning down at you.

“what’d i say? it’s a bonus.” he wiggles his brows, insinuating that his eldest cousin was probably off affirming your relationship to the rest of the family, no need for some extravagant public display of affection.

you swat at his arm, only for his to take ahold of your hands and interlace your fingers. “what’re you-” you furrow your brows, to be cut off by his lips once more.

“making up for lost time.” bokuto smiles against your lips, sealing the space between them once more.

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theycallmebun · 10 months

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protect yourself

bokuto kotaro x gn!reader

w/c: 334

genre: angst again lmao

warnings: break uppp. also when i say the word hurt, i mean emotionally.

summary: bokuto just wants another chance.

he had come back for a second chance. you know, he thought if he got on his knees this time, then just maybe you’d let him back in.

“y/n, please, i can be better. i’ll do anything for you to just be with you again. please. i can change. what do you want me to do? just tell me what to do,” bokuto begged and pleaded.

you really weren’t prepared to deal with this. after breaking it off, you expected never to see him again. it’s not like you would ever want to anyway. but here you are now, in your front yard with your ex begging you to give him another chance.

“kotaro, please, i don’t want to do this,” you say with your fingers rubbing at your temples, hoping to ease away the headache.

“i really really want to make this work, y/n. you’re it for me. i love you. please give us a second chance.”

bokuto’s words cut deep.

“it’s too late to try and make this work. i was the one putting in the effort and the time to make this work when we were together and you did nothing! telling me you’re going to put in the work now means nothing,” you yell at him. and somewhere in there, you start crying too.

you keep going, though.

“and don’t you know that i love you so much? i love you so much it hurts. but you hurt me more. so i’m not getting back together with you. sure, maybe after a decent amount of time where i know we’ve both been capable of real change. none of this superficial shit you’re promising me right now, that’s just not realistic.”

“no no no, y/n, please. i need you,” he pleads one last time. “don’t build those walls up again.”

“i’m protecting myself, ko. now please, just go home.”

he sighs and cries in defeat, but doesn’t utter another word. and ready to respect your wishes, he leaves.

a/n: i had a hurt to comfort idea but i forgot it so more angst!!!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu angst #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto angst #bokuto x gender neutral reader #gn!reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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revasserium · 1 year

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Can you do #154 with Hoshiumi or Bokuto ❤️🥺

send me a prompt and a character, and i'll write you a drabble (or ukno, like a 2k fuckin fic)

154. Leap into my arms @thisbicc

diving into the wreck

bokuto; 1,815 words; angst in the beginning, but its honestly more hurt/comfort, and the ending is fluffy ;) ish.

he is a volcano, he is a thunderstorm — he is every natural disaster poets have ever tried to tame with language and still, the truth remains — bokuto koutarou is a force of nature. but the thing about natural disasters is that they end. they pass and, like shooting stars, all that remains is the wreckage they’ve left behind, the imprint of light across a moonless night.

“losing isn’t everything, y’know.”

you run a hand down the curved planes of his back, trying to sooth the tantrum building just beneath the surface.

“it is! and you know it is! you just — you just don’t know how it feels! you don’t know anything!”

the words seep through the house, oozing blood like an open wound, soaking the carpets and weighing down the curtains, staining them till neither of you are sure what color they used to be when you first got them.

(”look! look! these are on sale! and they’re the design i like!” “ah, well if they’re the design you like, then i guess we gotta get ‘em, huh?” “oh shut up, you big goofball.”)

you pull back your hand and sigh.

“you’re right… i don’t know how it feels to lose like you do but —” you bite down hard on your lips, swallowing down the words —

i know how it feels to lose you.

he looks up, his expression desperate. he wants to reach out, to pull you close to say no, i didn’t mean that or no, i’m sorry, let’s get some icream or some popcorn or some new damn curtains but he looks away instead.

(”how do you jump so high?” “huh? me? oh… uh… well, i mean… i just kinda do it… i guess.” “but… aren’t you afraid you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself?” “nah. like, the floor’s not goin’ anywhere, y’know?”)

“bokuto… i — i think i’m gonna go stay with a friend for a while.”

bokuto feels the world press in, the walls inching towards him, the ceiling pressing down. he wants to curl in on himself till there’s nothing left, he wants to crush you to him, to hold you so tightly you become a part of him but his body won’t move. his lips are still. and there’s a part of him that wonders if he does this to himself just so he’ll have something to fight for.

because the truth is — he doesn’t know how else to love you.

he doesn’t know how else to love but like this — with no training wheels, with his eyes closed and fists clenched and wild hope pounding in his heart. and he knows he’s not good at this — he’s never been all too good at this but he never thought it would hurt — he never knew that the floor could disappear from beneath his feet and that sometimes, just sometimes, you really should look before you leap but…

“for… for how long?” he asks.

“i… i’m not sure yet but… i think —” you take a breath like gasping for air in a vacuum-sealed space, “i think it’d be good for us,” another heaving breath.

“some time… apart.”

bokuto feels the air leave the room like a scolded child, slipping away through the opened doorway, disappearing into the darkness of the hall. he tries to breathe and finds that he doesn’t quite remember how.

(”so… its like a trust exercise. with the floor.” “w-wha?? you still talkin’ about jumping?” “yeah! like… in order to jump that high, you gotta trust that the floor will be there to catch you, right?”)

“okay.”

the word burns through him, a comet with a too-long tail, singeing his tongue. it tastes like cinder and smoke and all the words he never had the courage to say out loud.

“okay,” you echo, with a tiny little nod.

he feels the ground beneath him crack and crumble, and for the first time in his life, bokuto is afraid of falling.

“i…” he nearly chokes on the word, but he forces himself to his feet, his fists balled at his sides. like this, he towers over you, like this, he’s a huge, imposing thing, but like this — he feels the smallest he’s ever been.

i’m sorry.

“i love you,” he says, finally. after a long-held breath.

you look up at him with wide, sad eyes and after a moment, you let out a small laugh. it shakes your shoulders and breaks something inside him. because this, at least, he knows to be true. he might not be good at it but he knows that he loves you. he loves you strong, and he loves you hard.

he loves you like a thunderstorm might love a lightning sea, too much salt, and not enough water —

“yeah…” you say, “yeah… i know.”

(”ahh… there’s no fixin’ that, is there?” “what, the dish you broke cause you put it in the dishwasher wrong? nope. don’t think so.” “mm… but what if we keep it anyway?” “aww, you big baby, i always knew you were the sentimental type.”)

you run a hand through your hair, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a deep, heavy sigh.

slowly, the air trickles back into the room.

“let’s go swimming,” he says. and you look up, all sadness gone and replaced by confusion, but bokuto is smiling, a hopeful, indulgent sort of thing.

“what, right now?” you blink at him. he rocks on the balls of his feet.

“yeah. right now.”

for a second, you narrow your eyes, for a second, you wonder what this might be about. but years with bokuto has taught you that there are moments where you don’t ask why or when or how. it is only the who that matters — and it has always been him.

the pool is closed but bokuto manages to find the key tucked in the gym manager’s drawer and you bite back an exasperated sigh as he unlocks the door and lets you both in. there’s a triumphant smile on his lips and you can’t help but laugh. when he cannonballs into the water, whooping out in joy, you stand by the poolside and watch him — and for a second everything is fine. for second, everything is forgotten — all the big fights, all the long nights, all the things neither of you really meant to say — washed away by the chlorine-scented water dripping down the length of his spine.

“c’mon! come in! the water’s great!”

bokuto motions for you to join him, and you only hesitate for a second before pulling off your shirt and slipping into the cool, temperature controlled water. you let yourself sink beneath the surface and you feel the world above you slip away.

you open your eyes to find bokuto there, right in front of you, his eyes just as wide open as yours. his lips are moving, bubbles streaming from his mouth as he speaks but you shake your head, feeling the laughter curling up within you.

“b-bokuto — i can’t hear anything you’re saying!”

you break the surface and reach out to pull him up. but he only shakes his head and drags you under again. you shake your head too, about to break away when you see him mouthing the words —

i’m sorry.

don’t leave me.

you still, and for a moment, you both hang there, suspended by the weight of water, the sheer lack of air. and for once, bokuto is thankful for it.

(”i — i’m not that sentimental! i just… i like holding onto broken things, sometimes.” “bokuto… but… we can just get a new dish —” “no, like… i just think… that it’s worth a try is all.”)

this time, when you break the surface, bokuto comes up with you, gasping for air like a drowning man. he takes you by the arms and shakes you, ever so slightly. water droplets cling to his hair like gemstones, glittering in the refracted blue lights.

“we — we’re not broken,” he says, his voice a bit waterlogged, his chest heaving like some great beached whale, fighting for every breath, for every word.

you purse your lips, a wave of something cresting inside your chest.

he gives you another shake.

“and… and even if we are…” he gulps, “i — i think we’re worth fixing.”

you let out a tiny sob, the hot prickling behind your eyes bursting out in a maelstrom of salt and water and bokuto holds you at arm’s length and lets you cry. he lets you scream and struggle and tell him all the things you’d never have told him otherwise.

he takes it the best he can. he weathers the storm. he waits it out like a patient beach, knowing that eventually, the tide will recede. that eventually, even a hurricane will blow through it’s course.

“i’m sorry,” he says, finally, when you’ve cried yourself out, still hiccupping with his hands on either side of your arms, both your fingers pruning in the water.

“y-you better be.”

bokuto laughs, nodding, finally pulling you in for a kiss.

“i am… and… i’m sorry that i’m so bad at apologizing.”

you let out a watery laugh and make a half-hearted attempt to splash him.

“as long as you don’t make a habit of breaking into the gym pool at midnight just to say sorry.”

“i dunno, it’s kinda nice though, isn’t it?”

“what, a midnight dip? i guess it is…”

for a moment, the both of you are quiet. and you both know this isn’t the end, that there are still words to be said, new curtains to buy, old dishes to mend.

“hey, wanna try something?” bokuto’s voice is hopeful, but as you turn to look at him, you allow yourself another smile. because isn’t this what you fell in love with in the first place? the highs and the lows, the sunlight days and the stormy nights.

“sure, what do you wanna try?”

bokuto points at the diving board hanging over the deep end of the pool with a wide, wayward grin.

you hike your eyebrows.

“c’mon! try it! i’ll catch you!”

trust me.

you hesitate for a moment longer before swimming to the edge and heaving yourself out of the water. bokuto whoops as you walk onto the diving board and look over the edge.

he opens his arms and waits for you.

you take a breath, and —

you jump.

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natashawritesstuff · 9 months

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heads or tails

You’re sitting on your bed with your left hand clasped tightly around the right to hide the piece of metal sandwiched between your palms. You can feel the coin’s ridges after every shaky inhale you take, scared to see the results.

Heads you keep talking, tails, you block him for good.

If he was anyone else, the shitty response time, the questionable following list, and his timing of returning to your life after your glow up would have made you block him weeks ago, But he’s not anyone, he’s him.

He’s the subject of at least 5 pages in your second grade diary, he’s the guy who lit up every classroom he walked into in high school, the one who’d say a sentence to you in the morning and you’d still have a smile on your face as you go to sleep. The guy everyone wants to be around, hoping his energy would rub off on them or at least bask in the warmth he provides.

So when he texts you after years of no contact, after his voice has dropped, your face has changed you’re now both taller, more mature of course you reply. Except what hasn’t changed is that you can still feel his warmth every time his name flashes across your screen. It doesn’t matter if he takes an hour, two or three, to reply to the messages you overthink sending him you always get giddy when he texts you back because it’s him, how could you not?

Especially when after all those months of pining in your youth, years later he reveals that he liked you too. So when he calls you pretty it holds a different weight than everyone whose said those words before, it’s him but he’s also more. He calls you pretty, and of course by now you’ve heard it a million times but to the younger you it’s the equivalence of him telling you during passing time that he didn’t know beauty until he saw your face. It’s like note being passed forward in class from the cute boy in the back row, and you hold it close to your chest as you get on the bus. He calls you pretty, but it says so much more.

So of course when he starts to say less, you worry. When his response time starts taking a turn for the worse you get scared. You keep checking to make sure you didn’t accidentally leave him on read, just in case, but of course, that’s not it. Three hours turns to five then six. You’re checking your phone, sliding up to make sure you didn’t miss his possible message. Doing one last glance at the sleep focus’ silenced notifications to make sure he doesn’t reply right before you got to sleep. The first thing you check in the morning is if he responded, but he didn’t.

It’s been a day.

Now, it’s just getting embarrassing, hell it was embarrassing after the eight hour mark and if he was any one else, you would have- you should have blocked him by now. But he’s not just anyone.

So here you are, sitting on your bed with your left hand clasped around your right. Holding a coin that is either heads or tails.

Heads, you wait. Tails you leave.

You said 1/1 but this is your third flip.

This is it.

You slowly loosen your grip, only to begin to screw your eyes shut. If you don’t see it, is it really tails? Yes.

Though, whether it was tails or not, it always should have been.

You toss the coin aside and reach for your phone, opening the app and heading to his contact, and just as your finger hovers over the ‘block’ button, he responds.

BOKUTO and OIKAWA sry not sry

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freakurodani · 10 months

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when one thing goes wrong it all goes wrong

#conspiracy lvl: art #hq!!#bokuto koutaro #haikyuu!!#bokuto angst

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shiraishi-mai · 2 years

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A Star

You had a personal problem with Bokuto Koutarou.

Let’s see…where did it begin?

Probably when he crashed into you in 2nd grade and made you drop your ice cream. The school gave them out during lunch on Fridays and you had been looking forward to your double chocolate ice cream cup all week. You had walked outside to join your friends when you were suddenly harshly pushed forward.

“Oh sorry!” A boy brightly said, briefly glancing at you. He was laughing at another boy that was chasing after him and they took off towards the field.

You were too stunned to move. If you had known how to swear, you probably would have uttered a “what the FUCK?”

“I thought you had gone to get ice cream?” your friend questioned as you made your way to the table. “What’s wrong??”

Tears streaked down your face and you just held out your now empty ice cream cup at her.

“Some stupid boy ran into me,” you said sniffling and your small hand was clenched in anger, “And didn’t even care to stop! That’s so rude!”

She handed you a tissue. “Was he in our grade?”

“I don’t know,” you said, blowing your nose. “He has grey hair, yellow eyes, and is kinda tall?”

“Oh,” your friend giggled. “That’s probably Bokuto. He’s the boy in the class beside us - the one who kinda looks like an owl.”

You thought for a second. All you remembered about the class next door is that they sounded rowdy.

“Stupid owl,” you muttered and left to throw the cup away.

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After that, it seemed like the universe was purposefully trying to make your life more difficult by using a certain owl boy as it means. Every time you forgot about Bokuto’s existence in your life, he would pop up again.

As in, he literally popped up once.

In 3rd grade, you had been walking down the garden path beside the school building when all of a sudden you heard a loud “BOO” and a head shot up from behind a hedge.

Naturally, you let out a shriek and promptly fell on your butt.

“Oh shoot,” the grey-haired boy said, bounding towards you. “I thought you were Teru.”

You grimaced. Of course it was Bokuto.

In 4th grade, you, against your good judgement, lent him your pack of markers while everyone made posters during class. He handed them back only for you to find the majority of them dried out.

In 5th grade, for some reason the school thought it would be a good idea for them to make co-ed classes. Naturally, Bokuto was not only in your class, but assigned your partner for a project. When he showed up with half the essay ripped into pieces, you sat speechless as he said, “My dog ate my homework.” You couldn’t even yell at him for lying. Knowing him, a dog really did eat his homework.

But, by some small miracle, you had gone to separate middle schools. You continued happily throughout your school days, forgetting all about the chaotic boy. Studying, making friends, going to club activities - life was good. Before you knew it, you were graduating and heading to high school.

You strolled down the halls proudly in your new, crisp uniform. It had been a couple days since you started Fukurodani and you were enjoying it. The school had a great academic program so you were ready to get into your studies and you liked the general vibe of the place when you visited their open house.

You were supposed to meet your friend outside her classroom before school started and you were looking upward, checking the classroom numbers as you walked and sipped your juice (aka your breakfast).

Ah, found it. You began to walk towards the classroom when you found yourself suddenly harshly pushed forward.

“What the FUCK?” Your juice had tipped and the orange liquid ran down the front of your shirt. You spun around to give the person a piece of your mind, but the only words that you managed to get out were, “Are you kidding me?”

Grey hair, yellow eyes, and a VERY tall figure.

“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry!,” Bokuto’s eyes were wide. “Er hold on, let me get some tissues or something, I can - .”

You held up a hand, internally grimacing, but forcing a smile on your lips. “No worries! I have a handkerchief in my bag so I can use that.”

He frowned. “But your shirt….you should take my blazer to cover it at least.”

“It’s fine, really Bokuto-san,” you waved him off again. “I have gym clothes I can change into.”

Your forced smile grew wider and you continued to the classroom.

Your friend had come out to see what all the commotion was about and was greeted with the sight of you, empty juice bottle in hand and orange stains on your shirt. Her eyes widened in concern and then noticed the boy standing behind you. She looked again at your dishevelled figure and then back at him. You strolled straight past her and muttered a dark, “Don’t you dare say anything.”

Your friend from elementary school burst out into laughter.

And honestly? You wished you could have said that was the end of Bokuto’s presence in your life.

Instead, he seemed adamant to establish himself there.

“HI y/n!”

“Man, that exam was super hard wasn’t it?”

“Hey did you know I play volleyball? Do you like volleyball??”

“Hey we won our match yesterday! Naturally I scored the most.”

“Hey do you think I can borrow your notes sometime? You seem super organised.”

Hey. Hey. HEY.

“Help me,” you whimpered, clutching at your friend’s shirt collar. “I can’t escape.”

“Maybe he likes you,” she giggled and you shuddered in response. “This is definitely harassment. But like friendly harassment so I can’t even say anything without looking like an asshole. Maybe he’s secretly manipulative and this is all just a set-up for me to lose my shit and make me look crazy to the entire grade.”

“Hi y/n!” You didn’t even jump in surprise anymore at the voice that suddenly appeared beside you.

“Hi Bokuto,” you said weakly.

Your friend nudged you. “No Bokuto-san?” She whispered gleefully.

“I lost that battle,” you whispered defeatedly.

“Wow y/n you’re always carrying books in your arms.”

“Well they don’t all fit in my bag.”

“Ohh gotcha.” His eyes suddenly grew wide. “Wait, are we supposed to have that many books???”

“No Bokuto-sa- I mean Bokuto. I’m just doing some outside studying.”

The boy relaxed and grinned happily in relief, giving you slight whiplash from the mood swing.

“Well you were always super smart so that makes sense.”

You looked at him with a confused expression and he continued.

“I mean, you always got the top grades at our elementary school.”

So he does remember me. Is that why he’s harassing me? Is this revenge for something I did back then? You desperately wracked your brain for something you might have done.

“You remember me?”

“Of course,” he smiled. “You’re the pretty girl who was always in the library after school.”

You weren’t expecting to hear that.

“Do you remember me?” He pointed excitedly at himself.

“Er yeah, we worked on a project together I think.”

Bokuto made a face. “Oh yeah when my dog ate my homework,” he said with a serious expression.

You couldn’t keep a straight face and started laughing. This boy was absolutely ridiculous.

“Why are you laughing??? I worked really hard on that,” he pouted. “I put down my bagel on the papers for like 2 seconds! How was I supposed to know the dog was going to try and eat both.”

Why. Just why.

You kept shaking in laughter and he suddenly looked at you with a triumphant expression on his face.

“What?” you said, fingers coming up to wipe at the moisture forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I’ve never heard you laugh before.” His eyes were bright. “It sounds nice.”

Okay, so maybe Bokuto wasn’t that bad.

You started to wave back at him when he greeted you from afar and stopped to have actual conversations with him. A couple of times, you visited practice to see what all the hype was about and was stunned when you saw him play. You helped toss balls for him to spike one night after giving in to his begging and while you were impressed, you nearly died trying to keep up with how long he practised for. You ended up dragging him out - or well attempted to. He stood there, smirking, while you pushed him with all your strength and didn’t move him a single inch.

You learned he was moody (which you could see coming) but were surprised to find out that he could pick himself back up just as quickly as he was down. The world shined brightly through Bokuto’s eyes. He was honest, saw the best in everybody and genuinely supported his friends.

You started eating lunch together and one day your friend had plopped down beside you, stealing a pretzel from your bag.

“Are you going to the festival next week?” She asked.

Your lips formed a pout. “I was going to go with both you and Miku but you guys just had to go and get boyfriends and double date.”

“You can still come! It’ll be fun!”

“Thanks, but I don’t want to 5th wheel,” you said drily.

“Well,” she smirked, “You could always ask that senpai to go with you.” Your face grew hot and you spluttered that there was no way you’d do that.

“C’mon,” she continued. “Takao-senpai would definitely say yes. You know he has a soft spot for you.”

“Is that the tall one with glasses,” Bokuto asked, his voice slightly muffled by the huge bite of bread he had just taken.

“Yep, the one that our y/n-chan has been spending so much time with lately,” your friend continued to tease. Your crush on your senpai was painfully obvious as you couldn’t help but talk to him with heart eyes whenever you saw him. He’d already helped tutor you outside of school a few times and you both stayed after you were done to just hang out…it wouldn’t hurt to ask right?

“I’ll think about it,” you reluctantly said, which earned a squeal in response.

“Bokuto-kun,” she turned to him. “Are you going too?”

He sipped his juice box aggressively before replying, “No, we have practice that night.”

“I’m sure you guys can get one night off?”

“No time to take days off,” he said, puffing his chest out. “We’re gonna win nationals!”

“I’m holding you to that,” you remarked and he grinned. “Come watch us so you can witness how awesome I look in a big stadium.” You rolled your eyes and were relieved the topic changed as the rest of lunch was spent with Bokuto detailing how exactly Fukurodani was going to crush the other teams.

But, sadly, your friend kept pushing you afterward to talk to your senpai about the festival and all of a sudden, you were standing in front of him.

“Senpai,” you pursed your lips and your eyes were shyly cast downward.

“Hi y/n! What did you need to talk to me about?”

It was cheesy, but you asked your hot senpai to meet you behind the school building after classes ended. Your hands were shaking so you clutched them together in front of you, trying to ignore the nausea you felt because of your nervousness.

“Are you going to the festival on Friday?”

“I am! The whole school seems to be talking about it. Seems like a lot of people are using it as a chance to score a date,” he said, giving you a wink. Your heart raced even faster. This was it. This was your chance!

“I noticed that too!” you flinched at your over-excited tone. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you continued. “So along those lines, I was wondering if you’d like to go together?”

His face was surprised for a moment, and then your heart dropped at the uncomfortable expression that morphed on his face.

“Oh,” he said, “I thought you’d be going with Bokuto-kun?”

“Huh?? Why would you think that?”

He tilted his head in confusion. “Aren’t you two dating?”

“Absolutely not!” He jumped at your loud voice. “We’re just friends!”

“Oh,” he repeated and shuffled awkwardly. “I didn’t know that so I asked a girl in my class to go instead. Er, you could ask Bokuto-kun to go now? I’m sure he would say yes.”

“He has practice that night,” you said flatly. You weren’t sure whether to be more mad or dejected at the moment.

“Hmm,” the boy tapped his lips. “You could always hang out with us?”

And crash your date? You felt humiliated. Did you look so pitiful that it seemed that you would be okay with following him and his date around? You felt irritation slowly rise in you.

“That’s okay Senpai,” you said with what was hopefully a reassuring smile. “I can go with my friends.”

He returned your smile and ruffled your hair. “Great! I’ll see you there then!”

You watched him walk away, heart pounding due to an entirely different emotion this time. You were furious. Once again, Bokuto was messing with your life.

Distantly, you knew that you were just reacting badly to the rejection. It wasn’t his fault there was a misunderstanding. But you still felt irrationally irritated so you blamed him and made your way to the front gates to go home and cool yourself down.

The universe, yet again, had other plans.

“Y/N!”

Please not now. I might start crying if you talk to me right now.

A heavy arm was slung over your shoulders as your ball of sunshine leaned against you.

Don’t lash out. It’s not his fault.

“Did your senpai say yes??”

You swallowed anxiously. He took your silence as affirmation.

“I told you!” He clapped you on your back. “He had no reason to say no to you!”

“...but he did.”

“Oh,” he stopped walking as you did.

“He thought I was going with you.”

There was a pause. “We can just tell him that it’s a misunderstanding,” he said in a hopeful tone.

“He’s going with someone else. He asked out some girl in his class and,” it was getting harder to keep your tears at bay. “And now they’re probably going to end up dating and I won’t be able to see him anymore!”

Bokuto slumped a little and bit his lip, trying to think of something to say. “Hey maybe we - “

“Ugh just stop! You’re so annoying! From the moment I first met you, you’ve caused trouble. You made me drop my ice cream, scared me, ruined our project, broke my markers, made me spill juice all over me, and harassed me for WEEKS.”

“And now,” you said, your tears finally falling down your face, “You ruined my chance to have a date for the festival.”

The yellow-eyed boy stood speechless in front of you. A rush of wind swept by and orange leaves fell from a nearby tree.

“I - I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t realise - “

“It’s whatever Bokuto,” you said, releasing a deep breath. “I should be used to it by now right?” You gave him an empty chuckle. “Sorry, I’m just in a really bad mood. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You turned and sped walked away, leaving a droopy-haired Bokuto still rooted to the spot.

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A couple of days passed and you hadn’t talked to Bokuto since then. To be honest, you were avoiding him because you felt guilty rather than irritated. It was hard to forget the look on his face after you were done wringing him out.

And then one morning you walked into your classroom and saw something on your desk.

A pack of markers (specifically the kind you used in elementary school) was placed on top. When you picked it up, a small slip of paper was lying underneath. The corners of your lips upturned as you saw it was a coupon for an ice cream shop you liked. You flipped it around to see Bokuto’s scrawled handwriting on the back.

I know you’re mad but can you meet me by the gym during lunch?

When you did go to see him, he seemed more fidgety than normal and kept shifting from one foot to another.

“What do you want?” You winced as your voice came out harsher than you intended.

He flinched and for a second, the burly boy looked incredibly small.

“I wanted to say sorry. Again.” You opened your mouth but he cut you off. “And to ask if you wanted to go to the festival with me.”

“Come again?”

“I know I’m not your favourite person right now” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “But I want to make everything I’ve done up to you and I promise to make it fun!”

What kind of logic was this. He had some balls to ask someone who he thought was angry with him out.

You looked at him and that’s all it took for you to have an answer.

Pink dusted his cheeks, and he kept trying to make eye contact with you, but his eyes kept darting away as soon as they met yours. His eyebrows were furrowed and his expression sorrowful. He looked like a giant puppy that had just been scolded.

It was cute.

You sighed. “Okay, let’s go together.”

“Really??” He said instantly perking up. Your eyes widened a fraction as he suddenly straightened up from his slumped position and nearly started bouncing in excitement.

“I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour!” He said with a wide smile and gave you a thumbs up.

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Before you knew it, you found yourself currently sitting down on a patch of grass, listening to the hum of conversations from the people on picnic blankets near you and the smell of food from the stalls behind you wafting through the air.

You savoured the taste of cold chocolate on your tongue, one hand clutching a plastic spoon and the other holding a green cup.

“Chocolate again?” Bokuto complained. “They have so many flavours. You should try something different!”

“I’m sorry my taste buds can handle only so much variety,” you said frowning. “And at least I don’t spend forever trying to decide what I want.”

Bokuto pouted and you poked his cheek. “Maybe I still have trauma from you knocking me over.”

He smiled sheepishly in response. “Remember when you used to hate me in first-year?”

“You mean when I hated you until first-year?”

He flinched and you laughed, running your hands through his grey hair. He looked comical lying his head in your lap when he was so big he barely fit on the blanket.

“I made it up to you didn’t I?” He whined and turned his head to look up at you. Your gaze flickered down to his and your lips pursed.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you back then. It wasn’t your fault I got rejected.”

“I told you to stop apologising about that. Honestly, I don’t really remember it very well.” You believed him - it wasn’t in his nature to let something like that bother him for too long. That didn’t mean you didn’t still feel bad about it though.

“Besides,” he made a face. “I may have not had the best timing that day.”

You snorted in response. He gazed at your amused face, eyes twinkling, hair swept to one side, and the pink sunset behind your head. His heart swelled and wished he could stop time, just to enjoy this for a moment longer.

“It’s our last festival,” you said as if you read his mind.

He pouted and said in a childish tone, “No. We’re definitely coming back.”

You giggled. “Okay, our last festival as high school students.” There was a brief silence and you bit your lip. “But it might take a while until we can come back.”

He took one of your hands in his own and held it against his cheek. “I don’t mind. Just promise you’ll come back to me?”

“If you’ll be here.”

“Of course,” he said instantly. “Two years is nothing. Well I mean it is a long time, but any time without you seems long.” He began rambling about how he was going to facetime you everyday while you were studying abroad and how you were going to spend the rest of university in Tokyo anyway, so you could make up for the lost time plenty when you came back.

You smiled fondly at the boy you’d fallen in love with over the past couple of years. Yes, he was still chaotic and often still irritated you sometimes with his antics, but you grew to be fond of them as well. You felt how warm his heart is, and how being loved by him felt as if you had one of the bright, shining stars in the night sky on your side.

You leaned down to brush your lips against his forehead, effectively stopping his monologue. He lifted his hand, pinky sticking out. “Promise in two years we’ll be right back here.”

You gave him a warm smile and hooked your pinky around his.

“Pinky promise.”

#thisiswhatiwroteinsteadofmyexamprep #help #neverthoughtidwriteforbo #oh well #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto angst #bokuto fluff #hq bokuto #bokuto fic

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sunarc · 10 months

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Swallow Your Pride

The one in which y/n’s pride is too big but Bokuto’s heart is even bigger.

CW: Heavy angst,reader is a silly goose and can’t express their emotions, gender neutral reader

A/N: I was feeling really sad when i wrote this and i thought, why not make everyone else sad with me!

The silence is deafeningly loud. Your eyes scan the room avoiding the figure standing staring directly at you. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. You can’t look at the tears that threaten to fall down his cheeks. This isn’t you. These harsh words aren’t your own. Your mouth falls open and you want to scream a thousand apologies but you can’t seem to form the correct words.

“Say something” you voice. It's all that you can manage to think of.

Perhaps ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t in your vocabulary. No, that’s not it. If you apologize now you’ll have to admit to being the one in the wrong. Your pride is far too big for that.

“What do you want me to say?” Bokuto’s wide eyes stare at you. Confusion is laced in his voice. You practically hold his heart in your hand and his eyes are begging for you not to break it.

“Something.” You say and for once your eyes finally meet his and you regret every decision you’ve ever made. Bokuto is hesitant. He lifts his arm as if to reach out to you. You take a step back. Why did you step back?

“You said that you-” he begins

“I know what I said” your voice comes out sharp. Bokuto looks at you with a face covered in disbelief. You can’t even listen to your own words being repeated back to yourself.

“Have I done something?” His words are soft. If the silence of your shared apartment wasn’t enough to break you then the crack in his voice is.

“What?” you ask.

“To make you fall out of love with me? Have I done something?”

You could tell him that he hasn’t done anything. You could tell him that you’d never stop loving him. You could even tell him that the same way you hold his heart he holds yours but you won’t. You won’t because you’ve never been one to admit to being wrong so why start now?

“I-”

“If I have I’m sorry” he pleads

“Stop” you whisper the words

“I’ll listen more” he continues

“Kou” You’ve been holding back tears but you can’t any longer.

“I’ll do anything just-” he’s cut off by his own cry “Please don’t stop loving me”

“I …” Just say you’re sorry. “I can’t do this anymore.” your voice is barely above a whisper.

The moment your eyes meet with Bokuto’s you realize the words you can never take back. Pride is a dangerous thing, something so dangerous that it can destroy the greatest of all loves.

#Bokuto Koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto angst #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto fic #hq bokuto #bokuto #please forgive me #lmaooooo #this isnt even funny

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nanamistie · 10 months

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Bokuto x gn.reader

Warings: angst,a little bit of comfort

Bokuto hated arguments, especially with you. You two know that even if you fought so bad, you still missed each other.

Bokuto felt so quilty, because he never thought that he could make you this angry, that he decided to leave you some space and he slept on the living room couch.

The space that he gave you was good for you, but bad for him. He hated to sleep alone in such a tiny place, he wanted to wrap his arms around you and kiss you on the forehead, while he's apologizing for making you mad.

Thinking of you and how mad you we're, made him cry to sleep, but the problems we're 1. he cried so silently that you didn't even hear him, and 2. he didn't sleep the whole night.

He missed you so much, he wanted to lay next to you in the bed and hug you tight, but he didn't dare to do it. You we're so asleep that you didn't even hear his footsteps.

Next thing you know, Bokuto entered the bedroom so quietly and so polite, you didn't even feel his presence. He didn't dare laying next to you in the bed, he felt too quilty.

He laid next to your bed, not even touching the edge of the bed. He sat down and admire you. He saw something that broke his heart, tears on YOUR cheeks. He couldn't believe it, he really made you cry. It felt so horrible for him. He immediately took your hand into his, which was hanging on the ground, still sit next to your bed, and lay down on the floor holding your hand.

He kissed your hand and whisper a "I'm so sorry, angel,so sorry" and a "good night,love". He felt so bad,he wanted to go emo mode and cry under his desk, but he fought the urge to do that, he was thinking of making you feel better as soon as you woke up in the morning.

It was 2 am. He couldn't do it anymore, it was heartbreaking to him, he couldn't just stay there next to you and don't apologize, hug and kiss you. He decided to stay up all night and go out to get your favorite things. He bought you ingredients for your favorite breakfast, a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers, a teddy bear and your favorite sweets.

You hear the door close and you wake up so quickly and go see who opened the door. You saw Bokuto with a lot of bags in his hands and you go to the living room to talk to him. You know he felt bad, you couldn't even get him out of your mind.

"Kou, what are you doing up this late" you said yawning. A that point, he felt even worse, but felt a little chance of you forgiving him. "Baby, I'm so so so so sorry-" you see your tall boyfriend with big black circles under his eyes, you immediately interrupt him. "You haven't slept already?" He pouts a little because you didn't let him apologize but responde with a quiet "no...". As you hear that, you take him by his wrist and bring him to the bedroom. You want to put him in the bed but you felt him not wanting to come in bed with you. "Kou,..." you said with a shaky voice.

"I don't deserve to sleep next to you! I-, I hurt you, I made you cry, I-"you cut him off with a sloppy kiss. Tears we're streaming on both of your face, eyes we're closed and hands we're snaking on you both.

"I'm sorry"he says as the kiss breaks. "It's okay baby, everything alright"you kiss his forehead and push him slowly on the bed. You two end up cuddling the rest of the night, not knowing what of a surprise your going to find in the morning.

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#haikyuu angst #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto angst #bokuto x you #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #hq boys #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq comfort #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort

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bokubear · 2 years

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pairing ; college student/volleyball player!bokuto koutaro x college student!reader

genre ; SMAU, social media alternate universe/in real life au, best-friends to lovers ( eventual ), ANGST, fluff

warnings ; breaking into a home, fear, trauma, alcohol usage, language

sypnosis ; a new transfer student arrived at school, everyone positively enamored by her every move. she seems like a sweetheart you’ll admit, but when bokuto kotaro—your best friend for many many years asks you for help to win her heart you oblige—wanting nothing more than bokuto to be happy. but do you really want him to be happy with her when he’s been your crush practically your entire life ?

notes ; this is actually my second series and my first smau ( i’m terrified ). regarding my old series it is on an indefinite hiatus, i simply lost my motivation to upload more chapters so for now it will remain un-updated.

with that in mind, a massive thank you to @oddeonu once again for being an awesome inspiration to fuel me even more so into this mess of a series. hope you enjoy ! happy reading :)

profiles -> Y/N’S CREW

001. rich girl hunger

002. #y/n+bokuto squad

003. kissing 101.

004. “<3”

005. rumors

006. couples night

007. your favorite people

008. stay here

009. letting go

010. ghosting

011. the period phase

012. hallway drama-rama

013. do you still love him?

014. shut up and kiss me

015. you’re finally mine -> ( finale )

maak

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blucassiopeia · 8 months

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Falling Stars

the universe grants wishes to selfless hopefuls.

contents of this chap : fluff but not the fluff you expect, bit of angst inc swearing, fem!reader, reader!twin of tsukishima kei, reader has to-be-revealed illness, mentions of shattered dreams, anxious!reader, usage of first names, full names on mention are in lastname-firstname (japanese custom), japanese honorifics and vocabs present, HAIKYUU setting and vball jargons, pre-timeskip [s2 timeline], character build-up

warnings ⚠️ : English is not the author's first language. This fic has a draft Wattpad version. I do not own Haikyuu, its characters, plots and settings. Everything you see different here from the anime-manga is a becoming of my fictional world.

"Blue" for texts and chats. "Green" for calls. "Orange" for memory prompts. "White" for background convos that reader can hear.

wc : 7,003 words

Cassie : sorry for the long-ass first chap of the fic. i was conflicted on where would I cut.. anyways, enjoy! And oh! Theories will be entertained. I love them. ♥︎

CHAP 1 | NEXT [masterlist]

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The ball richocheted back to Karasuno's side of the court as you stared at it. The horror in the eyes of the orange-haired boy is too obvious to not notice as his feet fell back to the hardwood floor. Your eyes drifted to your twin as he stared at the same ball too, catching a tinge of shock and sadness and defeat mixing all over his face. But he hides it very well. He's good at it.

"They should have followed it up, don't you think?"

The thick browed stranger seated at the other end of the row commented thick, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and eyes glued on the court. His curly-black-haired-masked-guy company bored his eyes on you, arms crossed on his chest as the former spoke.

"It's a waste." You heaved yourself up, avoiding the eye contact and tugged the strap of your bag. "But a match is not a good match without a loser to learn from the other's win." You bowed at them and quickly left Sendai Gym before Kei catches a glimpse of your shadow. You have to reach home before he can. That would be a disaster for your future schemes if he does.

Dad, can I have my subscription back for Monthly Volleyball?

Sure, honey.

You fiddled on your phone as you watch the nearly empty bus make its way back to those familiar roads home, the summer winds hinting their arrival in an early June afternoon. You gotta try asking to let them know what you want to do, right? There's no harm in asking. But if they decline.. what's gonna happen to you 'til then? Are you gonna be cooped up on those four walls with the other students and walk home afterwards like a good child and student? Can you really..

Dad, I wanna try managing Kei's team?

There was radio silence for the next minutes that made you sick, you wanna barf so bad. Oh.. the nervousness. The heel of your palm made its way to your sternum as you kept waiting, not a sightful mannerism. Is he busy? Maybe he is. The team he's coaching might be practicing right about at this hour. Yeah, that maybe it.

Inform Akiteru that I will be home for dinner.

You bit your lip as you read your Dad's reply. He's gonna personally talk to you about your request, with your brothers. Oh please.. no. The bus was suddenly achingly slow to reach the stop as your tears welled up and a lump of something is in your throat. You forced it in and exhaled sharply as you moved down the bus. People by the bus station stopped and stared at you as you were lost on your horrifying thoughts.

Fix yourself.

Shit, fix yourself already.

Taking steady breaths as you walk your way home, your hands drying your face desperately. Akiteru should not see you like this. He'll freak out, added that you forgot to ask his permission that you'll be watching Kei's game today. One that he didn't expect you doing, but did anyway.

"Tadaima..." You called out to him as you removed your shoes in your genkan. Hurried shuffles were heard and the door to your front flew open revealing your worried older brother. "Dad's gonna have dinner here tonight." You blurted out first before he can blabber his worries endless.

"You should've texted me you'll be going out. And to Kei's match, really now?" He huffed, clearly irritated. This is not new, him being irritated, but this is the first sinceー no, no. Don't go there. "I would've come and watched with you. And what if you hーwere you crying?" Fuck, he noticed that? You hurried to the stairs passing him but he grabbed you back by your arm to where he stood. His fingers tilted your chin for you to meet his eyes, scrutinizing at first but turned soft just as quickly. "You were crying. Why?" There's something in his change of tone that you hated. You avoided his gaze.

"It's nothing, Aki-nii." You dodged his fingers that held your chin. Before you took another step away from him, he hugged you oh so tightly.

"I'm sorry. I was just worried, sweetheart."

Worried. Worries.

Visions of that game came flooding to you again, a game that flipped your life 180°, a game that robbed you of everything you worked hard for, and your dreams.. your precious dream. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately stopping the memories that were reeling on your mind. Aerosol scent. Net. Cheers. Breathless feeling. Yoyogi Gym. Painedー

"Akiteru nii-chan. You hug too tight." But instead, he hugged you tighter and planted kisses on your disheveled hair. You squirmed and broke off, giving him a glare as he chuckled.

"You might hate me but it eases me to know that you know why I'mー." You rolled your eyes.

"Yea, yea." You shrugged him off and went for your room. He sighed and yelled for you to go down when dinner is ready.

Your room was how it was before you left that morning. Gray hues are all over as the bright afternoon seeps in through the blinds, your speckles of stars illuminating the room in an hour or two. Plushies of different sizes but of the same kind nicely tucked against your headboard and on your organized desk. Your haven. You plunged to your bed, dirty clothes and all, and whined for all the stress this day had given you. Lifting your head up, you stared at the very first plushie you bought about three years ago. You crawled to it and held it in your arms, cooing and eventually continued your halted burst before you stepped home.

Dinner was unnerving. Much worse to your annoyance, Kei eyed daggers on you throughout the meal.

But you held out with, "What?"

"You think I didn't notice you there earlier? I have these glasses for a reason or two."

You expected it coming, but not him seeing you at Sendai Gym. Akiteru would've told him, or your Dad. You bit your cheek at the thought and continued on eating after avoiding his piercing gaze. Both your brothers synced on clicking their tongues at you. You rolled your eyes without looking up at them, making your Dad on your left chuckle at his kids' scene.

"What's so funny, dad? That young lady over there often forgets she's important to us, it's so damn frustrating." You cringed at Akiteru who immediately glared at your reaction.

"She's just doing the things that makes her happy, Akiteru."

With that line, you felt butterflies in your stomach, full of hope with the request you made earlier that day. Tsukishima Daiki glanced at you with an ever-so-loving smile, it teared you up without saying anything else.

You composed yourself and let the happy feeling wash over as you finish your dinner, althroughout the excessive whines and arguments of the over reacting seals. You can't help but to sway your hips comically to the happy rhythm on your head, teasing your brothers, as you put your dishes on the sink. You glided over your dad in the midst of their argument, to which you didn't care for all the bliss you're feeling, and kissed his cheek. "I love you the most, Dad. Take care on your way back."

Kei didn't miss the teasing wink you shot at him as you bounded out of their sight.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

"Curiosity will kill me. You, why don't you have a club 'til now?" You perked up at your friend that's seated beside you and shrugged, smiling. "Don't you want to join any?"

"Nope", popping the "p" while skimming through the new entry of your Math notebook. You heard Kei snorted, and Tadashi groaned plopping something in his desk at your back.

It's been a week since your Dad had given you permission to do what you want to do, to be happy. You were finding a right moment to do that, but Kei's been on your heels these days if ever you're in the campus and when they aren't in practices. Pretty cautious.

"You're built athletic. It's a waste. Why don't you try our tennis club? Oujiyama Hideo is really eyeing for you these days."

"No." It came out rigid and unapologetic. You both turned to Kei who raised an eyebrow, looking up from his Math textbook. "No."

Your friend scrunched up her nose at Kei. "I really don't see why, Mister."

"Don't push it~"

"And I really don't see why you're asking. Instead of talking, both of you should study. Exams are coming." Kei eyed you a drop the topic yourself or else- look while he's putting his headphones on.

Your friend groaned and turned to you. "I really don't see why your brother's a heartthrob to the other classes." She whispered that gave you a giggle, Tadashi also snorted stiffling a laugh when he heard it.

"Take care on your walk home." Kei and Tadashi gave you head kisses as they were heading out to their club. Homeroom just finished and it's the daily routine now since coming to Karasuno High. You walk home alone when you have nothing else to do. Pretty boring, plain highschool life this is. You badly want a change.

You nodded as they prodded through the hallway, reeling some couple of eyes as they pass. Tadashi gave you one last look before they disappeared to the stairs.

You were about to walk back inside the room when a yell or was it a whisper? echoed through the hallway. You turned to that someone who called for you and you froze upon recognition, feet wobbly on the ground you had to put a hand on the jamb for support.

She had reached your proximity, breathing heavy and ragged, papers in her fingers are scrunched up. Club application forms. "Glad I caught up to you without them seeing." She was beaming. You're not blind enough to not see the heads poking everywhere to just watch the two of you interact. "Please, I really need you, Tsukishimaー"

"Yes." She paused, dumbstruck at you, lips slightly gaped at you. "Yes, Shimizu-senpai. I'm gonna apply as a new manager for the team."

"Hey! You and Kei-kun just said No to me!"

She's still wide-eyed, so you continued. "I know you. You're the manager of Kei's team, right? Glad you made it to me, the knights are really on patrol these days. I really wanted to join too." Her eyes were literally sparkling and she took both your hands excitedly. And you silently admitted that if ever this hadn't happened sooner, you had to barge in and head on just to apply.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

But you didn't got yourself ready enough for this. You were already walking to the very gym you ever wanted to be in ever since Kei and Tadashi joined. The gym you peeked on everytime you pass by the corridor. The gym where you'll hear the nostalgia of the bouncing balls and squeaking shoes. You took a deep breath and held your bag strap tightly. They won't like this, but to hell with it.

You groaned as you heard an "Ah! Kiyoko-san! You found a new manager?". Kiyoko urged you to join her face the team and you stepped up beside her just barely through the doors.

Tadashi gasped your name through the crowd the team was forming infront of you. Your eyes swept to the sound of his voice but found Kei's angry features. A second later, he materialized to you and grabbed your elbow out of the gym. Collective gasps and 'Tsukishima' were heard before you decided to focus on the issue at hand: an angry Kei.

You winced at his grip, you're sure it'll leave a bruise and Akiteru will be flooding you questions again. He's seething through his breaths, big paces out to the side of the gym where the vending machines are situated. You caught your breath when he stopped dragging you.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is dangerously low, impending, and you knew better not to answer. It'll just get worse when you ride his temper. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" That was loud enough that you can picture poking heads from the windows and from the door of the gym, murmurs evident and Tadashi shushing and ushering them away. You bit your lip in embarassment and fading remorse.

"You knew you can't play anymore, interact with sportsーEVEN WATCH!!" You furrowed your brows as you stared at the lump in Kei's throat when he sinked your 5'9 with his 6'2.

"Is this why Dad told us what he told us that night? Huh?" You can feel his rage coming out, you're about to cry. But no. Stand firm for once. "Is this why?! ANSWER ME!" You jumped at his booming voice and closed your eyes momentarily at the shock it gave you, a sharp pain shot through your torso. But don't mind that now. Hide that for now. Hide it.

"Youー" He raised a finger, closing his eyes in attempt to contain the latter of his rage, harsh bobbing in his throat. "You know he can't say no to you!! You know we can't say no to you!! How can you do this to us?! Why are you doing this to us!? PleaseーJUST PLEASEーgo home, Y/n." His breath hitched and you shot your eyes on Kei's only to find tears streaming down his face.

"Kei." He harshly pinched the root of his nose, getting rid of the coming tears, glasses pushing up as he did and brows too furrowed. You fought your own, too, because you know he don't need that right now.

"You don't know how much we want you protect you. To just stay long LONG as much as you can. You don't know how much we want to spend our lives thinking you'll be fine and nothing's to be worried about. You don't know how much it scares us. You don't know that, Y/n. You don't know that." He whispered it under his shaky and raspy breaths but it thundered through your whole being. The tears you're desperately trying to hold from the moment you saw your twin's tears are betraying you. To hide it, you hugged him tight, nuzzling your head to his shoulder.

"You won't lose me. I promise."

You watched his side-profile as his eyes fluttered shut at your voice followed by a shaky breath. You hugged him tighter and stayed like that for a few minutes. You knew it's hard for them for you to be like this. You knew your limits better than them. You're anxious that they won't understand what's lingering in your thoughts. And you're not ready to share any of it soon.

Kei took one last shaky breath and hugged you back, kissing your head for as long as he wanted. "Okay. Fuck. OKAY. You're not going to do anything without my permission. MY. PERMISSION. Got it?" Your eyes were wide in excitement at Kei's words. He rolled his eyes as he swiped your bag out of your shoulder and into his.

You followed his strides back to the gym excitedly. "Hai Onii-chan~"

"Sorry for being rude, Shimizu-san."

"I'm sorry too, Tsukishima. I didn't expect it to be that complicated and serious."

You saw Kei shook his head timidly as you ghosted at his back. Your eyes wandered through the wary crowd and found Tadashi, finally, who was wearing a concerned smile. But before you can even return his smile, someone from your side exclaimed your name. You found a mid-20s blonde man with an expression somehow between shock and excitement. You have seen him tending the too familiar store nearby, figured him to be the team's coach from last week's match. But to know you?

"Coach, she's the new manager."

"You know her coach?"

"Of course! She's one of the best players in the prefecture, both boys' and girls'. Any of you don't recognize her?" Oh. You blushed at the unwanted recognition, then you figured you have to formally introduce yourself.

"Hi. I'm sorry for earlier. I'm Tsukishima Y/n, twin sis of Kei. Please call me Y/n. Nice to meet all of you." You graced them a bow and a smile, earning gawks at the team.

"Saw her in Tsukishima's house. Thought she was a girlfriend or something."

"Tsukishima's too salty for a girlfriend."

You bit your lip as you ignored the side comments. "Manager, Shimizu? Not assistant coach?"

"Right?"

"Coach? Her?" There's no tone of doubt in Sugawara Koshi's voice as he flickered his eyes between you and Coach Ukai. His eyes were full of marvel and amazement. And you know him, of course.

"Ah, Tanaka-san, Noya-san, you both don't even have a girlfriend."

"Youー"

"Hey!"

"I don't mind her coaching, Coach. But is it even possible?", the captain asked. If you remember correctly from Kei's and Tadashi's conversations, his name is Sawamura Daichi.

"Y/n, try to be my assistant coach. I can vouch for you. I know your skills, you have your father's genes too. You will be great! You can be the manager too. I kinda need someone to assist me and I know you'll be a perfect fit."

"Tsukishima, have a lap of flying."

"Yes, Sawamura-san."

"Ha! Serves you right."

"At least it's just one, Ou-sama, not like yours and the others."

You turned to Kei for a solicited answer at the Coach's offer. He's now at the right end of the crowd having a squabble with Kageyama Tobio. "Kei?" He turned to you, smirk receding as you raised a brow on him at his behavior.

"As long as she won't do excessive work, Coach. She also can't play and do anything without my permission."

Coach Ukai nodded at the conditions, taking it as a yes. Your heart warmed at that instant, can't believe it was actually happening. You were in trance of bliss when suddenlyー

"What's with you, Tsukishima!? Killjoy!"

You grinned at the orange-headed boy named Hinata Shoyo as you recalled reading at the pamphlet of the last game. You grinned at Kei, too, that has his face so contorted at the sight of you grinning. You're happy, and he has no choiceーworry's off the windows at this point.

Padding at Kei's track jacket placed on top your thighs, you stared at awe at the up-close weird fast attack of Kageyama and Hinata. Still not registering in your mind that Hinata's closing his eyes when doing so, except for the normal fast attacks. It felt like a rush, but who were you kidding? You did akin to that when you were in middle school, one that your spikers hated because it hurts their palms.

That attack ended the rally, and the 2nd set of the team's practice game. Groans were evident as Hinata requests for another set. The sun had long gone behind the mountains of the peaceful neighborhood and it's really time to go home.

"How was it? Got any comments?" Coach Ukai turned to you after dismissing Hinata and ordered the rest of the team to clean up.

"Hmm, it was good. Their skills are distinct but still average, for me, considering I've seen more and better through the years. The receives, in particular.. we have to polish these rocks to diamonds by Spring Qualifiers, Coach. And we should ummー" You took Tadashi's ready hand to prop yourself up from the hardwood floor, body shielding you from the stares. "ーmaybe add more weapons or something?ー" Tadashi shielded your bottom half with Kei's jacket as you dusted off your skirt, a protective reflex being a bestfriend of many years. "ーjust to overload the opponents intake of info, throwing them off from the weird fast attack. The more the better."

Coach Ukai smiled smugly at Daichi and Koshi, the latter stared at you in awe. Hm? It's not some awesome of a comment to look at me like that, you thought. Not that you didn't wanted to be stared like that. Especially if it's him.

You were all walking out of the school grounds to have meat buns at Sakanoshita when Koushi walked up to your side, all smiles. Of course. You suddenly searched for Tadashi or even Kei in the crowd without making it known to any soul around.

"We know it's not yet official that you're joining, that, I really hope you would be joining us. Managing and coaching would be a piece of cake, we have Coach Ukai and Shimizu. You will work less, I promise, well just for this year that Shimizu's around, anyway. So hm? Please?"

You tilted your head in mock thinking, it caught large groans in the back. Tohoku region's June evening air is blowing on your hair softly with each step. Your shoulders all relaxed without your bag, and without the worry that's present that afternoon. You breathed in softly, giggling at the next conversations that took place from yours and Koushi's back.

"C'mon Y/n, please join."

"Kiyoko-san's smiling and talking more when you're around."

"OI! That's not how you invite her! Sorry Y/n. Please don't mind them."

"Y/n-saaan! We'll protect you from Tsukishima!"

"BOKE! HINATA BOKE! He's her brother!"

"But he's yelling at her!"

Your body angled briefly at Koushi's direction to address him, "Of course I'll join. I can do multitasking."

You saw how his face morphed from a pleading face to a beaming one in seconds, it made you smile. He brought up his fist up front as both of you continued to walk, prompting a fist bump that you happily obliged. The others at the back pumped their fists anywhere for the brief and candid celebration.

"But not tasking too much~" Kei mused as he passed by your side with Tadashi in tow, your bag scrunching the jacket's fabric on his shoulder, both of their eyes dead ahead.

"Don't overwhelm her." Or not. Tadashi muttered that on a deadpan monotone voice while staring at the flock on your back. It came quiet for a moment, just seconds, and after that, he resumed his walk with Kei.

"This is new to us, y'know, how they act towards you." His eyes are on Kei and Tadashi that's already near Daichi whose face is morphed between annoyance and embarassment for his loud team as he waited for us in front of Sakanoshita.

You smiled ahead, "Well, Sugawara-san, them acting and talking blunt is new to me, too."

"That's Suga-san for you." You mentally noted that for the conversations to come.

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Your lips were quivering in happiness and ecstasy as the thick fabric dangled within your fingers. The crowd were beaming in front of you as they officially welcomed you to the team. Kei's faux emotionless face stood beside a smiling Tadashi at the back.

The night before reeled on your mind, met Kei's eyes againーa supportive glint in them. When you both came home to Akiteru, he directly told the older one of what had happened. Akiteru scolded the both of you and Kei's protective counters were seeping through the whole banter. You just sat quiet next to him and under the table, he was calming your popping thighs. When the banter dragged on and venomous, he tapped it in urgency, a prompt telling you to leave them alone.

When Tadashi heard of the news that morning, he ran up to you and lifted you, whirling you around in high spirits. You laughed through his laughs, taking note of the sight you really loved about him, his smiling amber eyes. You tapped his shoulder, still laughing, when he came unbalanced. He put you down ever so carefully and gave you head kisses to curb his delight.

"Can't believe it, Y/n! I'm so happy for you!" You just smiled proudly and turned to Kei who's disgusted at the scene.

"I'm gonna be your plus one! You can't do anything without my permission too!" He proudly puffed his chest that you playfully smacked at his words.

Kei was the who snorted this time, handing your bag to Tadashi as you three walked the hallway to your homeroom. "You'll just tolerate her." Both you and Tadashi laughed at his knowing remark to which he groaned and immediately placed some distance in between when your laughs covered the halls.

"Please take care of us, Y/n!" the team chorused, your heart swelling dangerously in happiness that your quirk surfaced again subconsciously, giving Kei and Tadashi a scare. But your smile stopped them from acting on.

But you never actually meant every small thing that came with that. You feel your eye twitched at the sight of these two breathing creatures in front of you with their unbelievableーwell, not too unbelievableーrequest.

"C'mon Y/n~ Your brother's being an insufferable beanpole asshole again and he does not do business with us beyond his business hours even though we have the whole morning free." Shoyo whined loudly that it gained a handful of glances from your own classmates. The teachers were nowhere to attend classes that morning that supported Shoyo's claims, hence the students' freedom to roam around.

You feel Tadashi's hands on your back as he plays with your hair, easing your pending stress from this encounter.

"Of course. Business terms are business terms, pipsqueak. Though, I don't really mind you both not understanding those. You, being an idiot, and the big lug being so kingly he won't do business terms with commoners. Right, Ou-sama?" Tobio grumbled unintelligently that made Kei smirk at his seat.

"Kei! Stop it!" He rolled his eyes in exchange of your bark. This is really so surprising for you. For the week you're with the team, you saw his and a bit of Tadashi's unusual behaviors and you're scrunching up your nose to how they could be so blunt, not so endearing as they are with you.

"This is one of the reasons why he won't let you join the team, you barking at him." Tadashi chuckled as he twirled more of your hair. You rolled your eyes and curled the corner of your lips.

"Both of you, sit." You ordered to the still standing boys infront of you. Both were exhilerated and took their seats on either side of you. Well, Daichi's threats, failing-the-sem threats and the Tokyo Training Camp seems to be their motivation for this.

"Whose bestfriend are you, Yamaguchi?"

"Yours, of course. But what's yours are also hers, right?"

You and Tadashi both laughed softly as Kei helplessly groaned, propping his headphones on.

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"You're kidding me. Ushiwaka made it into World Youth?"

You pursed your lips and kept silent at Koushi's topic. He's staring at his phone, probably a sports news got on his feed. Practice just curbed early that afternoon and y'all were walking to the club room already for the tutor sessions of the "Stupid Quartet", as what Coach Ukai and Daichi penned them.

"World Youth, Suga-san?"

"Basically, he's been picked as Japan's under-19 representative to the World Team." Kei ghosted his palm on your shoulders as he commented to the topic. He rubbed the spot where his hand were before letting it fall on your back as you went up the stairs.

"Ushiwaka's the Japanese Boys' representative to the world?!"

"Ohhh~ you wanted to be the girls' representative to the world when you hit high school huh, Y/n? I'll support you!"

You snorted. "You have to be with me, too, you know."

"Aaahh, no. No. I'm contented with just being Miyagi's bestー"

You wobbled at your fourth step and held on to the railing, a toll to just cut the memory. Tadashi got your waist and briefly looked at you concerned.

"We have to beat him to get to the Nationals." Daichi said, standing next to Koushi at the top of the stairs. Your next step was more determined, Tadashi saw it and let loose at his grip. However, he's still hovering behind you with Kei as you continued to the stairs.

You're fine. You're fine. Deep breaths.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

"I'll be in the condo this weekend after practice. You wanna come with me?" Kei's poking head was in your door. It was Friday night and Akiteru's not home during the weekends because of his school stuffs, and you're not allowed to be alone.. soー

"But how about Kageyama and Hinata's tutor sesh, Kei?" His nose scrunched up at your question, you smirking, noting he's too annoyed with his two teammates.

"Who cares about those stupid dumbasses?" You raised a brow at his retort that made Kei groan. "I hate you. Okay, fine. They can come over. To the condo, not here." He grumbled more as he disappeared behind the door, leaving it ajar.

"I love you Kei!" You called him, really amused at his change of behavior.

To: Tobio, Shoyo & Tadashi ; 9:38pm

Study sesh with us after practice tomorrow. Our condo at Sendai. Help me with Kei to turn it to a study night, k?

From: Tadashi ; 9:40pm

I gotchu!

But your family's condo at Sendai? Was that the same condo from years ago?

From: Shoyo ; 9:41pm

AH! Y/NNNNN!! ARIGATOUUU!!!

From: Tobio ; 9:55pm

Okay.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

Shoyo's sparkling eyes were dead-set at the building where the grumpy Kei entered mindlessly. Tobio was mirroring Shoyo, minus the noise. Tadashi was just silent and awkwardly smiling from the whole ride.

"Let's go in already?" He finally spoke through Shoyo's and Tobio's excitement. You know why he's like this so to ease that, you just nodded and led them to the building.

Shoyo got a lot of questions as you took the walk to one of the elevators and you diligently answered each one. A man was already in queue for the elevator that's going up the building. When it dinged, all of you rushed in, just in time for you to hear a painfully familiar voice calling you. Really? Right off the bat? Tadashi pulled you fast into the back and frantically closed the elevator doors, jamming a finger at the close button, the plastic full of snacks from the convenience store crinkled at his movement. You looked at his face as his eyes were as frantic as he, staring at the closing elevator doors.

"Fuck." He loudly exhaled as the elevator closed, finally, frantic receding in his system and became aware of his actions gradually. "I'm sorry. It's just her stalker."

You chuckled. Stalker.

"A stalker? From Shiratorizawa?" Now it's your turn to say fuck in your head. Tobio's eyes are fast, alright.

"Yeah." You didn't miss his worried glance at you after he replied nonchalantlyーor what he tried to act like.

"DON'T WORRY Y/N! WE'LL PROTECT YOU!!" Ugh, Shoyo's booming voice at a closed space is deafening. You flickered a worried glance at the man in the elevator with the four of you. "But Kageyama! How did you know the stalker's from Shiratorizawa?"

"He's wearing their track jacket, didn't you see?"

"Ah, no." Shoyo uninterestingly replied and turned to you. "Y/n! Do you have showers?" And continued his endless questions.. You smiled lopsidedly. You may take a while to get used to this.

Shoyo's questions died down when the elevator dinged. Your floor is here. The man who were with you went out first. You just noticed his tall figure, having distanced from your height for a few couple meters. Tadashi nudged you out of the elevator, cutting your observant sense on the man, the duo followed suit.

You slowed as you saw how the man stopped in front of the door that you've been in and out for years, the Tsukishima name plate dangled by the doorbell. "Excuse me? You need something?" You smiled at the man and he looked at you, seemed dazed.

"Of course." That sighing remark didn't escape your ears. "Of course. You're her daughter. Of course." Four head tilts synched as the man continued on his remark.

"You know him, Y/n-chan?"

You tell me, Shoyo. Do I know him?

"I came for your dad. Tsukishima Daiki?"

"Oh." So he came for Dad. "You can wait for him inside, sir. He'll be home in ー " You glanced at your phone screen. "ー20-30 minutes at most." You rounded past him to ring the bell and spoke to the intercom, "Kei, open up." You turned to the man, still staring at you. "Uhm, can I ask your name to inform Dad, sir?"

"I'm Hibarida Fuki." He answered as Kei opened up the door, face grumpy. "This is my first time seeing Daiki and Hiyori's twins." He chuckled that made Kei turn to him and bowed, grumpy face gone.

"Ah! Coach! Come in! Come in! Dad's on his way." Akiteru's voice sounded through the inside halls of the condo, hurried steps approaching. Coach.. Coach Hibarida.

"He's the coach of the Men's National Team." Tobio mumbled at your back. Shoyo gasped at his side as the coach was shuffled inside by Akiteru. Kei made eye contact with you through the shuffles of the guests your family have this afternoon.

You suddenly wanted to die at that moment.

You gulped hard as Tadashi waited for you by the door, soft ambers gazing with unwavering concern. "Hey. You're alright." It took a lot to nod at his prompt.

"Hm. Yes. I'm okay." You steadied your pace towards and into the condo, closing the door behind you.

Shoes were neatly cluttered in your genkan, voices echoed through the left room where your living room is situated. Tadashi waited for you through it all, observing your every breath. You appreciate his actions, felt he's so sweet that you cupped his cheek with your one hand to return the affection. He held it in his, gave it a squeeze before wrapping that same arm around your shoulder.

"I'm okay, Guchi-guchi."

"Of course you are." You felt him smiling through his sarcasm. You elbowed him playfully as he kissed your head before you rounded to the archway of your living room, his hand already sliding through your back, thumb rubbed a few on the small of your back before it went back to his side. You felt his weight shifted away from you as he rounded up ahead to take his seat on the couch beside Tobio that's now politely attentive to whatever Akiteru and Coach Hibarida are conversing about. Shoyo on his other side doing the same thing.

"ーteam's roster."

"Oh really? Coach Ukai's grandson is the Coach now?"

"Yes! And Y/n's the assistant coach!"

They suddenly turned their eyes on you, accidentally locking eyes with Coach Hibarida, you forced a wave and a smile you can't seemingly describe between getting pooped out and embarassed. He returned your smile, full-bearded face stretching as his lips upturned a curve, eyes glazing.

"You look like your mother Hiyori. You got full resemblance, to the hair, face.. The moment I took a good look on her earlier, I thought she was your mother, Akiteru." You blushed from the compliment, gracing a bow to the coach. Kei reached out for your hand, guided you to sit beside him on the couch you're leaning on, opposite to where the three are seating on. Kei brushed his thumb on the back of your hand to project comfort as he felt you stiffen through your feigns.

"And this tall man right here is a perfect mixture of both. Hm! What's your position on your team?"

"Middle blocker, coach."

And swarms of questions about the team were heard. Shoyo and Tobio were actively talking with Coach Hibarida as Tadashi, you and Kei offered some comments and infos to him. You were dejectedly leaning at Kei that has his arm around your waist, the other's elbow propped on the arm of the couch, chin resting on his palm.

"I wanna be on the National team someday, coach!" Shoyo enthusiastically said as the topic went on the National team.

"I'll be a setter of the National team too, coach!" Tobio, as Shoyo's eternal challenger or is it the other way around? followed up.

Coach Hibarida can't help but just laugh at these claims and turned to you and your twin for the same claims after Tadashi offered nothing but indecisiveness.

Straightening in your seat, "Uhm, I'm afraid that's long gone in my list of what I wanna do?" and sheepishly smiled at the coach.

"I can, but too lazy to do travels. I just might be staying here in Sendai with Dad."

"Well, it's still too early to decide for things for the future so work yourselves out first. If ever one of you gets on the team, I'll be welcoming you with open arms.", and he laughed like the old ojii-sans in a store nearby your house.

National team. You smirked at the thought as the discussions went on, head swimming in those endless thoughts. The familiar sense of sickness slowly upping to your chest, and you pushing it down to contain it just for a few more.

Practically waiting for all of this to end, you were the first one to hear your Dad's steps outside the door. You never thanked someone so vigorously in your mind. You jumped up and rounded the couch to your genkan as the door opened. Daiki saw you immediately and offered you an apologetic gaze and a small "I'm sorry." just enough for you to hear. You hugged him to relay your "It's okay. I love you, Dad." to him, receiving head kisses that you love the most. You helped him with his things as he made his way to living room to greet the guest.

It was flowing just right and you're on your way up the stairs following the boys when you heard Coach Hibarida said, "I was in the area, Shiratorizawa for Ushijima. The kid will be with me next week for the World Camp in Poland."

You gulped hard and hurried after the boys that's scuffling and squabbling already in one of the rooms.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

The first thing you felt was the slow and comfortable inertia coming to a halt. Second was the slow breaths of the owner of the shoulder your head is leaning on. Third was the yawns all over the place, followed by the ones beside you. Fourth was the soft sshh he managed to someone not you followed by hurrying murmurs and soft steps out to somewhere.

You fluttered your eyes open, his grabby hand was the first you saw, then he chuckled and peeked at your face, his hazel eyes still sleepy but sparkling nonetheless.

"Had a nice sleep?"

You straightened up at the closeness of his face that he gladly withdrawed quickly and you took a yawn while scanning the place your bus had stopped at, rubbing a knuckle against your eyes to get the sleep off it.

"C'mon, they're already outside."

You groggily stood up and he got his things. "'am sorry for your shoulder, Suga-san. Kei and Guchi-guchi were already sleeping when I got in and noー"

"It's okay." You pouted as he led you out of the bus. Tadashi was already waiting for you on your way out, offering a hand.

"Suga-san, is your shoulder wet?" Tadashi snickered and you hit him hard in his shin and yielded an Ow what was that for look.

Koushi laughed, "It's dry.", catching on the joke Tadashi offered. You grumbled and walked towards Kiyoko without your thingsーtaking note that Tadashi or Kei has it as usual.

Kiyoko found you shuffling towards her and as soon as you're in her space, she fixed your hair that made your cheeks grow hot. She smiled at your reaction. My bed hair!!

Both of you jumped when you both heard a hyena-like laugh in Daichi's direction. Kiyoko chuckled, "That's Kuroo. The rooster-headed one. And Kai. They're from Nekoma. The captain and the vice-captain." You nodded, eyes still at Daichi's direction.

"Y'know, Tokyo doesn't look much different than Miyagi."

"Hang on a sec, Sawamura-kun. I think you're missing people here."

"Maybe coz we're in the suburbs, Asahi."

"Ah, Kuroo-kun. About thatー"

"Stop yawning and start walking Tsukishima! Yamaguchi!"

Kuroo and Kai led your team to the side entrance of the building. It's not as big as it looks in the front, though you know it's big when you get through those doors. And you saw a soccer field when your eyes rounded the area minutes ago.

When you and Kiyoko reached the glass door, you were spooked by a "Noooo!!".

Your eyes widen and Kiyoko instinctively protected you with her body despite the fact that you're taller than her, an arm spread. You felt your heart constricted momentarily, you gulped hard at the sight of a blond mohawk guy groveling by the doors.

"Ugh! Yamamoto!"

"They have two managers now!! Both pretty and gorgeous!!" The blond mohawk guy cried, still on his knees. Intense, your brows shot up.

Ryuunosuke casually walked infront of you and Kiyoko. "Do you see now, Tora?"

"Let's go, Y/n-chan." Kiyoko whispered to you, savagely ignoring Ryuunosuke of what he'll be saying. You nodded but eyes still at the conversing hot-spirited men.

"This is the true power of Karasuno." By the time he said that, you and Kiyoko were through the doors along with the others.

"Sorry 'bout that loud one." You accidentally snorted and hid your face behind Asahi's shoulder, too embarassed about how you snorted at Nekoma's captain. You saw him glance at you for a millisecond before smiling at everyone else.

"Once you've changed, the gym is right thereー" He pointed to the other end of the hallway where bouncing balls are heard. "ーEveryone else is already here." He sighed. "Yamamoto! Let's go! Kai, please."

"Hm!"

The team followed this Kai upstairs, but you heard a groan that made you look back. Kuroo's figure is turned against your walking team, his hands clearly rubbing his face continuously in exasperation(?) You don't know. You pursed your lips at the thoughts and hurried your steps towards the others ahead.

The gym was steps away. You were clinging hard to Tadashi's shirt as you walk with the team. The sounds makes you feel so nervous and excited and you think you might cry from the emotions.

This will be your first time seeing many teams playing in one place after a year. You missed it. You gulped a large lump as Daichi opened the doors that revealed the court and the people responsible for the sounds you've been hearing.

And it all became silent and still, for you. It was calming. Your grip on Tadashi's shirt loosened and your hand found its way back to your side, eyes trailing at the players and the nets and the ballsー

"Welcome back, Y/n." You looked briefly at Tadashi that's beaming at you, Kei at his side also staring lovingly at you but face still stoic.

Yes. This is home.

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When he pulls the “not saying ‘ily’ back” prank pt.2

but with a twist…

—image reads: “i love you, i love you, don’t cry”

warnings/notes: requested, cursing, marriage relationships, angst, long reading (GLHF), fluff/comfort, pregnancy (Bokuto), eating (Boktuo)

part 1, part 3

nishinoya, oikawa, bokuto (afab!reader)

♢ nishinoya ☄. *. ⋆

Nishinoya had been frantic throughout the morning when he realized he lost the ring

You tried to calm him down but he would just exasperatedly sigh and explain the urgency of this situation, that the “token” of your love is not to be toyed with

which is very hypocritical of him to say for what he’s about to do

He had gone to Hinata’s house to look for the ring and called you to say that he hadn’t found it

“Love you, babe” you whisper into the call, something you both do when the call is about to end

You wait for Nishonoya’s response

5 seconds in, there is silence on the other end

you pull your phone away to look at the screen

He hung up??

what the hell…

you dial his phone again, only for it to reach his ‘trolly’ voicemail: “hello? hellO? Haha just kidding this is a voicemail” *click*

You slump down on the chair you sat on, thinking

maybe his phone died

But that thought is erased when you receive a text from him “coming home soon ;)”

this motherfucker…

you rapidly tap on your screen, delivering a message to him

“babe”, “why did you hang up so fast?”

mere seconds later, he sends an emoji: “🤷‍♂️”

you wanted to send him a bunch of texts “What do you mean 🤷‍♂️??” “Why didn’tyou say ily back?” “Are you busy with your other girlfriend?”

being frustrated, you decide not to reply to him

what is his deal?

Maybe I’m just overreacting? you wonder

An hour later, your husband arrives, entering the door quietly

You sat on the same living room sofa, arms crossed and eyes closed, but not asleep

“Honey,” his voice whispers lowly.

You don’t budge so he moves closer to you, tapping your shoulder lightly.

“Hmmph,” you grunt, opening your eyes but facing away.

He gasps. “A-are you mad at me?” His heart races, thinking what he’s done.

oh, the prank!!!! he forgot about the trick he pulled earlier, not saying ily back

It was all a prank, because he had lied when he said he didn’t find the ring.

He wanted to surprise you with the ring and tons of gifts he bought along with it, to celebrate this moment, showing you how much he loves you

When you continue to ignore him, he starts getting anxious, falling to your knees.

“Babe, look! I found the ring!” he says, making you whip your head to him holding out his left hand with that exact wedding band.

Finally getting your attention, he smiles and brings his bag of gifts.

“A-and I got you flowers, chocolates, a fruit bowl (your favorite)…ooh! and this teddy bear, and…” he stops mid-sentence, looking back at you.

You remain quiet, watching as he moves closer to leave a kiss on your cheek.

“And this, too,” he says, his own cheeks turning red as he leans over you, not breaking eye contact.

He tries to read your expression when you grab his face and bring him closer to finally kiss him on the lips.

“What’r all these gifts for, it’s not Valentine’s day,” you mutter against his lips.

“I love you,” he finally says.

Hearing those words from him made you realize how stupid you were for doubting him

Of course he does! Why else would he look so depressed once he found out he lost the ring? Why else would he spend the rest of his time buying your favorite things?

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, tears begin to roll down your cheeks.

“Sorry, I got mad,” you whisper, sniffing.

Noya’s expression changes to worry. “No! I’m sorry for the prank! It was bad timing!” He hugs you, softly patting your hair.

You continue to sniffle against his shoulders.

“Babe,” he pulls back, looking into your eyes, wiping tears away with his thumbs. “I love you, I love you, please don’t cry,” he whispers.

Despite your infinite tears and continuing sobs, you nod.

He spends the rest of the day tending to you, giving you his undivided attention

Not skipping a beat to say “i love you” every 5 minutes paired with some kisses

Even when you say you’re just going to the bathroom, he’d say it again.

He’d say it over and over again until his last breath.

♢ oikawa ☄. *. ⋆

it was the 12th year anniversary of when Oikawa first asked you out

but he probably doesn’t remember things like that, now that you’re a married couple.

In fact, it felt like any other day (that’s what he wanted you to think)

except for one thing

“Okay, I’m off to my meeting, honey,” he chirps, giving you a chaste kiss before walking off to the door

“Alright, hun, drive safe. Love you lots,” you reply, chopping some vegetables in the kitchen.

…should you tell him?

He usually replies with a “I love you more” and one last parting hug, never failing to bring butterflies emerge in your stomach

But for some reason—you wish you knew—he doesn’t, which makes your knife movements come to a stop

huh? you turn your head to the sound of the closed door. He just left with no other words.

Whatever. It’s whatever, you try to pay no mind to it, going back to your vegetables.

You spend the rest of the day cleaning the house, vacuuming the carpeted floor, dusting shelves, etc all while quietly reminiscing your high school days in Seijoh with Oikawa.

When suddenly a breathless Tooru basically breaks open your door, making you jolt.

“Honey, I’m so sorry, I’m late. I was not expecting traffic! Phew, Anyways…”

Your husband had his hands full of bags, one clutching a string attached to a heart shaped balloon.

“You went…shopping?” You ask, cutting him off mid-sentence, not exactly catching onto his words.

“Oh, right!” He drops everything, moving towards you to hug you first and foremost. “Happy 12 years of being my official lover,” he finally says, all giddy.

“Huh?” he remembered????? Your head spins from the confusion. Is this why he was acting all cold in the morning?

“Surprise, babe,” he smiles.

“S-so, you didn’t forget to say I love you?” you ask, shyly, wondering if he’ll think it’s a lame thing to hold on to.

“Of course I didn’t, sweetie,” he chuckles and moves a hair strand behind your left ear, before placing a lingering kiss on your forehead. “I love you,” he whispers against your skin.

“Now, gimme a sec,” he says, going back to the bags of stuff to pull out a long navy velvet box.

Meanwhile, you felt absolutely touched by his actions

The fact that he’d go through all the trouble to gift you all the things you love, but also to commemorate a moment you thought was trivial at first

You felt guilty for not making an effort for this special day, tears pricking at your eyes

You bite your lip to stop it from quivering

As your husband turns around to give you the special gift box, he notices your saddened expression

“I love you, I love you, please don’t cry~” he says, bringing you in a bear hug as he rubs his cheek against yours. “It was a prank.”

“That’s not why I’m crying, Tooru,” you sniff. “I’m just so happy you remembered all of it.”

He smiles, hugging you tighter and placing his lips on your forehead

“How could I forget,” he whispers, almost to himself.

That only fueled the fire, making your tears pool and little whimpers escape your lips.

“I’m s-sorry, I never said a-anything, I n-never prepared anything,” you hiccup, apologizing guiltily.

You should’ve just told him, instead of thinking of the special occasion to yourself so you could celebrate and plan a special evening together

“Hey, hey, hey. You don’t have to worry about it,” he consoles you, grabbing your stained cheeks to look deeply in your wet eyes.

“Enough with that crying,” he mutters.

Your husband leans down, placing a couple of kisses on your pouty lips, making you calm a little.

Truly, he could never forget any of your firsts together

You sat together, your right leg resting on his left as he holds you close and wipes your tears away, talking about the old days

the first time he saw you, the first time he asked you out, the first time you said your ‘i love you’s

“It’s also the first day we said ‘i love you’ after so many years and years of pining over…me. You finally shot your shot.”

“Shut up, Oikawa. You confessed first,” you say, chuckling.

“Hey, there’s my smile.” He widely grins, catching your smile.

He tugs on your pink ears before pulling out the velvet box he had thrown to the side while consoling you.

“Now, if you don’t let me put this necklace on you, I’m gonna regift it to my nephew to give it to his little girlfriend.”

You laugh and turn around, allowing him to slowly adorn your neck with a jewelry, before placing a loving kiss on your neck.

A calming silence washes over the room as you rest against his broad chest.

Before you could open your mouth, he beats you to your words.

“I love you, more.”

♢ bokuto ☄. *. ⋆

It was another early morning when your husband, Koutarou had to go to work.

“You sure you don’t want me to make you breakfast?” you ask your husband who’s wrapping a watch around his wrist.

Despite being pregnant, you always insisted on cooking for him, even though he’d reject the offer

“It’s alright. I gotta go early anyways, I’ll just pick something up on the way. Thank you.” He slips on his shoes.

“Bye-bye, Kou. Love you” with a hand on the door, you lean up to kiss him.

he ducks his head to kiss you back. “Mmkay, see you later, honey. Lo—” he pauses, an idea popping into his head

a bad idea

He coughs into his hand, hiding a mischievous grin. “Bye!” he squeaks, leaving before you could retort

What the—

His strange behavior leaves you questioning things, especially your relationship

Maybe it’s the crazy horomones, being in your second trimester of your pregnancy.

You felt a little more grumpier than usual

You grunt, deep in thought, as you sat back down on the couch to watch some television

You tried to focus

But through a couple of episodes, as your eyes watched the animations on the screen, your head was elsewhere

Why did he stop? Is he having second thoughts on us? Because I’m pregnant now? I knew it, he was scared all along. I bet he’s on his way to ‘get milk’ right now—

Your thoughts were interrupted by the swing of the door, entering a smiling Bokuto

“Guess what, baby?” he holds out two brown paper bag, one looked like a Mcdonalds bag and another looked like a grocery bag.

“I brought breakfast!” he speeds over to the coffee table in front of you and displays everything he got.

From your fav Mcdonalds order to some baby food.

“Baby food?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Well, the kid’s gotta eat too right? Since they’re practically grown…in your belly…by now…” the last part of his sentence incoherent, he grabs a french fry and bites it in half, offering you another in his free hand.

You shake your head. “W-what about work?”

“I’m taking a vacation today,” he takes another salty stick and plops it into his mouth.

Gosh, he totally forgot about the little stunt he pulled earlier, you think to yourself

You sigh, both out of exasperation and relief

It was really cute how he thought of both you and the baby

You were wrong for doubting him

Sliding down on the floor next to him, you bring his head to yours, touching foreheads

The action makes him place a fry down, mouth still chewing on one.

“You alright, love?” he quietly asks, voice now filled with concern.

You nod, but with the way you furrow your eyebrows and bite your bottom lip, makes him think otherwise

The idea pops back into his head as he tries to think of what made you look so upset

“Oh,” he only says, before wiping his hands on his pants to dust off the salt on his fingers.

Your eyes begin to well up, thinking about how lucky you are to have such a caring husband and father of your children

F-ck you, horomones

“I love you, I love you, please don’t cry~” his own tears welling up. “I was totally kidding, babe. I was just trying to prank you and forgot to say how much I love you right after that!

“I’m sowwy,” he says, pouting, resting his chin on your head.

“Bokuto, you’re fine,” you say between sniffs. “I’m just really grateful to have you.”

You pull away to look up into his golden orbs, only guilt can be seen in them.

“Hey, Kou?” You cup your hands around his face, using your thumb to wipe off the excess salt lingering on the side of his mouth.

He hums a response.

“I love you, too!” Your words create an inevitable smile on his face.

You point to your own lips, leaning forward

and he chuckles, receiving your message and giving you a long kiss.

“You taste like fries,” you say after the kiss.

He laughs, back to his cheerful disposition.

“C’mon, love. You haven’t eaten breakfast yet,” he feeds you a french fry before opening one of the baby foods.

“Kou, what are you doing with that?” You ask as the owl-headed man looks around the table for a spare spoon.

“Oh! Like I said, the baby needs to eat,” he points to your stomach.

Ohmygodilovehim

“Um…” you laugh as you try to explain to your clueless husband why the baby doesn’t need the baby food during pregnancy.

#I ALWAYS GO OVERBOARD W THEEZ LUL #oikawa SPOILING HIS S/O THO??#bokuto…OH??? THATS ALL U GOTTA SAY???#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #nishinoya x reader #oikawa x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu comfort #nishinoya angst #oikawa angst #bokuto angst

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