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hqbaby · 10 months

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nine — fan favorite

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.9k content. swearing, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, use of pet names, mentions of vape, harassment

You don’t quite know how you got here, but it’s not like you’re complaining.

It’s a Saturday night and you’re outside a convenience store watching Hinata try (keyword: try) to balance himself on the edge of the sidewalk while you, the rest of the volleyball team, and some of your teammates cheer him on. You’re on Atsumu’s shoulders, constantly reminding him not to drop you “or else” as you and Yukie scream the school chant at the top of your lungs.

An elderly woman walks out of the store and you catch her eye as she passes by. She offers you a kind smile and you can’t help but smile back, all teeth and no care in the world. You wonder if she has similar memories from her college days.

You hope she does. You hope everyone does.

You’re on top of the world—both literally and figuratively. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re with your friends (or the copious amounts of alcohol you’ve all just downed, or the weed that you’ve been passing around), but everything seems perfect right now. Like nothing in the world can stop you.

Until, of course, something does.

“I need to pee,” you say, tapping Atsumu’s head. “Let me down please.”

He nods and crouches so you can hop off his shoulders. “Ya need me to come with ya?”

You giggle, already linking your arm with Kaori’s. “No thanks,” you tell him. “Toilet time is girl time.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and waves as the two of you stumble over to the restrooms at the back of the store.

“Where’s she going?” Suna asks him, steadying himself on Atsumu’s shoulder when he stumbles a little. He was the repeated victim of the drinking games you all played earlier and even his (extremely) high tolerance to alcohol proved to be worthless in the face of Jenga.

Atsumu laughs a little at his friend, grabbing him by the shoulder to keep him upright. “Restroom,” he says. “Ya okay there, bud?”

Suna waves him off and hushes him. “Not now,” he says, then, “I need water.”

The other boy grins and props him up against Aran. “I’ll get ya some water. Be right back.” When the others hear him speak, they start asking for water too.. and soda and chips and candy. Before long, Atsumu—the designated sober friend—has a whole grocery list of things he needs to get, making him groan as he goes into the store to get everything.

On the other side of the store, you step out of the restroom and make sure Kaori’s okay before you let her in and close the door behind her. Feeling your head grow a little light, you lean on the brick walls of the building and close your eyes. What a nice night, you think to yourself.

“Hey, princess.”

You grimace. Spoke too soon. Peeling your eyes open, you find two boys standing in front of you. You know exactly who they are.

“Terushima,” you say coldly. “What do you want?”

The boy licks his lips, piercing glimmering in the moonlight. “What makes you think I want anything?” he asks in a teasing tone. “I can’t just say hi to a pretty girl?”

You cross your arms over your chest, ignoring the woozy feeling that’s starting to take over your head. Your eyes dart between Terushima and his friend Bobata. On a regular day, you would’ve gladly decked the two of them—it wouldn’t be the first time. But right now, you just feel sick. “Fuck off.”

Terushima steps forward, a hand coming to either side of your head. “Come on, princess,” he says. His face is so close to yours you can smell the vape on his breath. Vanilla. Basic bitch. “Don’t you wanna have some fun?”

You hear the door to the restroom open.

“What the fuck’s going on here?” Kaori demands, but before she can say another word, Bobata grabs her wrist. “Don’t touch me!”

“Hey!” you exclaim. Fuck your head, no one grabs your friend like that. You try to free yourself from Terushima to no avail, he’s already gripping your shoulders. “Let go, asshole.”

He smirks. “Come on, Y/N, stop being so difficult. We’re just having fun—”

You blink. Terushima moves away from you, staggering and clutching his cheek.

“Beat it, you lame fucks.”

You feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. It’s familiar.

Rin.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Terushima backs away and nods his head for Bobata to follow. His friend lets go of Kaori and they walk away.

“See you next time, princess.” He winks at you as they disappear behind the side of the building. “You too, Suna!”

“Pricks!” you yell after them.

You feel your body give, Suna catching you just in time to keep you from falling. It takes you a moment to realize that you were afraid. Those idiots scared you. For good reason, but still. You clench your fists. Assholes.

“Are you okay?” Suna’s voice is gentle against your ear. “Did he do anything?”

You feel yourself relax in his arms. “Just Terushima being Terushima,” you tell him. Your eyes immediately go to Kaori, moving out of Suna’s hold and taking her hands in yours. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you say. “I should’ve told you not to come out.”

She shakes her head and narrows her eyes at you. “And leave you alone with them? No way.” She looks over her shoulder and nods at Suna. “Thanks.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t mention it,” he says. “Come on. Let’s get back to the others.”

He keeps his eyes on you as you make your way back. It must be all the adrenaline, but he feels completely sober now. And extremely concerned. What would have happened if he hadn't shown up when he did? The thought makes him want to hurl.

When you’re back with the group, he explains what happened. The mood is dampened and everyone is either angry or worried or both. Atsumu most of all.

He’s at your side at once, asking you if you’re okay and if you need anything.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “They do this all the time.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” Oikawa cuts in angrily. “They never fucking learn, do they? That fucking fan club. Jerks.”

Hinata frowns. “Fan club?”

“A bunch of sick guys on the basketball team,” you explain, clutching your head. If it would just stop pounding, you would be so grateful. But it doesn’t. “I turned one of them down in freshman year and they’ve made it some kind of game to try and get with me.”

“What?” Atsumu is horrified. “So they just do this shit and get away with it?”

You smile bitterly. “I’m used to it,” you say, staring at the concrete. When you’re met with complete silence, you look up and find everyone gaping at you. You recoil. Alcohol makes you talk too much. “I’m fine though!” you insist. “They never do anything anyway. They’re just annoying. I usually just kick them in the nuts and leave.”

Atsumu isn’t having it. “Y/N—”

You put your hand on his mouth. “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore,” you tell him. “Please.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment. You know he means well, you really do. But you’re used to this crap. Having to talk about it with a bunch of your friends just makes you feel worse and you’d rather not do that if you can help it.

He gives you a reluctant nod and you pull your hand away. “Do ya want anythin’ though?”

You avoid everyone else’s eyes. “I kinda just wanna go home.”

“We can do that,” he says, a small smile on his lips because at least he gets to do something. “C’mon, I’ll get ya back to yer dorm.”

Suna watches from the sidelines as Atsumu plays the role of knight in shining armor, letting you ride his back and helping you say goodbye to all your friends before driving you home.

Somewhere in his alcohol-ridden brain, he wishes it was him who got to do that. Him who could be there for you when you need someone. Instead, he just watches you go, holding his bruising knuckles as you leave.

You wake up the next day in Atsumu’s bed. As much as you wanted to act all tough and cool after what happened last night, Kiyoko had gone home for the weekend and you really didn’t want to be alone in your dorm room. So you asked Atsumu if you could stay with him for the night and, of course, he was more than happy to oblige.

Your eyes are glued to the ceiling, worried that if you move, your hangover will come to bite you in the ass. You feel Atsumu’s arm on top of your stomach, his steady breathing at your side. You know you should be happy to have someone like this, to know he’s right there when you need him. But your mind can’t seem to focus on him. It’s too busy being stuck on something else.

Well, someone else.

Rin.

He didn’t say a word to you after you got back to the rest of the group, but you could feel his gaze. You know he didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time.

As much as you’ve wanted to, you haven’t been able to spend that much time with him these past few weeks. You only ever see him when you’re with the volleyball team or with his and Atsumu’s friends. The two of you haven’t been alone in a while—it feels like forever since he last touched you the way only he can.

“Hey.” Atsumu’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

You smile at him. “Hey.”

He yawns and stretches to the side. “Wanna get some breakfast?”

“Sure.”

The two of you take turns using the bathroom before heading out to the kitchen where Osamu is waiting with two plates of bacon, eggs, and toast. He has a self-satisfied grin on his face.

“My two drunkards!” he greets, loudly. “Need a bucket for yer troubles?”

Atsumu hushes him. “I barely even drank," he says. "For Y/N's sake, shut up."

“I love ya, Y/N, but no. I made ya breakfast, so I can do anythin’ I want.”

You give him the finger and he guffaws.

The two of them bicker as you sit down at the counter and start eating your food. You stare out their curtainless window and chew, mind already drifting.

Rin.

You pull out your phone from the pocket of Atsumu’s hoodie that you’re wearing and find a message waiting for you.

rin: u good?

You try to keep yourself from grinning.

you: just peachy

rin: good for u

rin: i’ve been throwing up all morning

you: take some meds u big baby

rin: don’t have any

you: i can get u some

rin: lmao how

“Y/N, do ya want ice cream?” Atsumu asks, opening the fridge and fishing out a carton.

“That’s mine!” Osamu yells at him, making you wince. He turns to you apologetically and says, “Sorry, Y/N,” before going back to berate his brother. “Stop eatin’ it, ya pig!”

You look back at your phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Deep breath.

you: i’ll go to u duh

you: i can hang w u today

rin: is atsumu busy or smtg?

you: nah

you: just wanna spend time with u

You watch as three dots appear, then disappear. Then appear again. Then disappear. Then finally—

rin: cool

notes. this chapter should be named ��reader is also bad with feelings” because that’s just where we are rn. also idk why terushima just gives me basketball player vibes like :”) he just has the personality yk?? anyway!! it absolutely makes me warm and fuzzy reading all your comments and tags, i appreciate you all!! sending everyone all the love 🩷

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luvring · 2 years

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— random date blurbs

gn!reader | hinata, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto, kuroo, suna

crawls in from the depths of my hiatus. cracks open the door. it squeaks so loud i wonder if i should leave. heyyy. also this new post editor....idk if it's just me having funky problems but i'm going to bark at tumblr

HINATA cheers with his arms raised as he watches his bowling ball knock down all the pins for the first time that afternoon. "babe! babe, i did it! oh my god. thank god," he falls onto the seat next to you, his head falling onto your shoulder. he had told everyone that if he didn't do well bowling that he'd buy them food, and it hadn't been looking good until now. you grin, knowing his plight, "good job, sho!" he mumbles a thank you against your shoulder before groaning, "i need to do that again, don't i?" laughing a little, you pat his head, "yeah. but it's fine! it's fine. if you can do all of those volleyball drills and deal with kageyama then you can definitely get a few more strikes." shoyo's head shoots up quickly enough to startle you as he looks over. there's a new sense of determination in his eyes that only he can ever get, "yeah! you're right. i'll just imagine kageyama's taunting me or something." before you can question his method of choice, he gets up to go again. "sho, you know it's my turn, right?"

ATSUMU's tongue sticks out a little as he reads the instructions again for the lego flowers in front of you. "tsum, are you good?" you try to stifle your laugh at the amount of focus he has, but it doesn't seem like he even notices. "why don't they put words on these things?" "it's lego, tsumu. aren't like, kids supposed to make these?" he groans a little before looking back at the pieces in front of him and squinting, "why are we doing this?" you snort but reply casually, "because they're pretty, obviously." atsumu only gasps a little in surprise as he picks up the flower he was working on, seemingly with a new sense of understanding. "holy shit, i got it! wait, wait, babe. hold the others one," he starts gesturing for you to pick up the bouquet growing beside you. he hands his to you with a surprising gentleness and grins as you hold your creations. "do i look nice?" "what? of course ya do. even better than usual. stay right there, 'm gonna take picture and post it."

KAGEYAMA feels like melting into the grass as you furiously try to apologize, unable to stop laughing. the question hangs in the air—"is it…a giraffe?" it's suffice to say a giraffe was not what he had tried to paint. "i told you i'm not good at art," he pouts and averts his gaze. you can see a faint blush on his cheeks, and maybe if it weren't for the situation at hand, you'd tell him he looks pretty with the sun and wind blowing his hair. but you wave your hands and shake your head at his negativity, "no, no, tobio, it's good!" he shoots a look your way and you return your own, "seriously, it is. i know you don't do this a lot. it's really nice, i promise." tobio lets out a breath, never mad in the first place, just a little embarrassed. he looks down at his mini canvas you had bought at the dollar store. his brows furrow and his voice comes out confused (maybe pleading), "seriously where did you get a giraffe from?"

BOKUTO glances at the mug he's painting then at yours, "babe, can we use each other's mugs when we take them home?" you look up at him curiously, "hm? yeah, of course. why?" "i like yours and i wanna see you using mine. see? i put our initials with a heart." he turns his so you can see it among other things collaged on his design. you smile brightly and turn your own so he can see you had done something similar. "oh! you did it too? baby," kotaro pouts affectionately. "if i didn't have stuff on my hands i'd grab your face and kiss you." "please don't get paint on my face,"—your lips twitch into a smile as you look down at his mug again—"your mug really is cute. are you sure you wanna share it with me?" it was a teasing remark but kotaro almost looks offended at the question, "what? of course i do. i wanna share all my stuff with you." he goes back to looking over his creation at the thought and hums, "do you think i'd be able to paint us on here?"

KUROO poses in the mirror in attempts to make you ruin your face mask. "tetsuro, i swear to god," you manage to say. he had been stressed for weeks and you made him promise to have a "spa day" tonight. "babe, i think we should do this more often." you playfully glare at him in the mirror, "says the volleyball captain who's been overworking himself." tetsuro only sighs dramatically in response, "hey, it's not my fault we have a game coming up. shouldn't you be proud that your boyfriend isn't only charming and handsome, but an outstanding student?" before you can make a remark, your phone timer rings and you start to take the mask off, "yes, but i also know you're tired, tetsu." he sighs again at your reply, genuinely this time, "yeah, i know. we could make it a weekly thing, maybe?" and when you look over at him, there's a hopeful look on his face that makes you smile lightly, "that'd be nice. it's your turn for the face mask though, and i'm making you use a bubble one."

SUNA watches as you coo at the cats meowing for food. "rin, i think coming to this cafe was the best decision of our lives." there's a soft smile on his face and he can't help but sneak a few photos and videos—one of them was bound to become his new lockscreen for the next while. "that one kinda looks like you," he points out. you look over and coo again at the kitten beside you before looking over where rin is sitting. "hey, that one looks like you." rin glances behind him at the cat walking over and hums, "you're actually right." "hello? did you think i'd be wrong?" he pets his lookalike and it rubs against his hand, and he's suddenly too enamored to look at you while he responds, "dunno. thought you were gonna be fucking with me and it'd be an ugly cat or something. if that even exists." he can feel his lips twitch into a smile as you immediately reject the idea. rin waits for you so he can ask his one very important question, "do you think we should get a cat?"

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msanimedolphin · 1 year

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~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Five~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

After it’s cleaned up you feel a tap on your shoulder. Slowly opening your eyes and moving your hands away from your ears, you look at the person.

“Suga?”

“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly

“Y-Yea, I just don’t do well with vomit.” You explain while sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck and chuckling. ‘So cute’ Suga thinks while blushing.

“HOW DARE YOU MAKE OUR ANGEL UNCOMFORTABLE!!” Tanaka scolds.

“Hinata you moron!” Kageyama yells.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N)!!” Hinata yells while bowing at a 90-degree angle. “I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay Hinata, you didn't know. I’m more worried about you.” You say while walking up to him. “Are you feeling okay?” You put your hand on his forehead. At this action, Hinata bursts into a blush that could rival a tomato. “You’re burning up!” You scream. “Oh boy, we need to get you some medicine! I think I have some in my bag!” As you begin frantically looking in your bag you don’t realize that you're being stared at. The cause of those stares is the three boys who aren't being fussed over. They all have a similar thought, ‘Hinata you lucky bastard’

-Friday After School-

“Move your feet more, not just your hands!” Kageyama scolds Hinata as you watch the two work on the shorter ones receiving skills. ‘This isn’t going to end well.’ you think as you see Hinata begin to daydream. Kageyama seems to notice this as well but before you can say anything the ball hits Hinata straight in the face.

“Quit daydreaming and concentrate!” Kageyama yells as you sigh and walk up to them. “Tomorrow is the 3-on-3!”

“I know that! Tomorrow we will win and be let back into the gym!” Hinata replies.

“Then you guys can finally practice with your team!” You add cheerfully. Your statement causes both to stop and look at you weirdly. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘our’ team?” Hinata asks. “They’re your team too.”

You freeze. ‘My team too…’ you think while looking down. ‘It’s been a while since I’ve been able to say something like that.’ A few seconds later you lift your head to look at the two in front of you. “Yeah, you’re right!” You say with a huge smile and tears in your eyes. Seeing the tears causes them to freak out. Hinata keeps apologizing while Kageyama yells at him, occasionally yelling ‘Boke Hinata Boke!’ You smile at them fondly. ‘My team…’

-Meanwhile in Gymnasium 2-

*Yawn*

“You two seem sleepy.” Daichi says, suddenly appearing behind them. Tensing, both Suga and Tanaka realize they’ve been caught. Quickly turning around they begin to defend themselves.

“I guess I’ve just been studying too much.” Suga explains while rubbing his neck.

“Y-Yeah me too!” Tanaka blurts out. Daichi doesn’t look the least bit convinced.

“It doesn’t sound as good coming from you!” Suga whispers to the second year beside him.

“Wha-!”

“Anyway… now that you’re here I’d like to introduce the other first years that are joining the club.”

“Nice to meet you!” Two voices call out, one being a bit more enthusiastic than the other.

-Back to You-

“Now look at what you’ve done!” Kageyama scolds.

“ME?! I told you to go easy since we’re outside!” Hinata defends.

“Hinata does have a point.” You speak up.

“Well maybe if you could receive it properly this wouldn't be a problem!” Kageyama retorts toward Hinata.

“And… I’m ignored…” You say rolling your eyes and going to get the volleyball out of the tree. Tuning out the argument you’re about to pick up a stick to hit the ball with but Kageyama beats you to it. Sighing, you follow the boys back to your places to continue the practice. Just before you are about to begin something… or someone stops you.

~To Be Continued~

#daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #haikyuu imagines #tanaka x reader #tsukishima x reader #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu!!#akaashi x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hinata x reader #tsukishima x y/n #yamaguchi x y/n #~back in the game~

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ghostbkg · 2 years

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Haikyuu Book Club Week 8: 326 - 330

1. the significance of this game

something that stood out to me was this panel. the chapter is titled "the game you can't afford to lose" and the focus is on akaashi. this doesn't seem all that logical considering that he's a second year student, so he could just try again. plus, i don't think we've ever seen him express an intense desire to win (but correct me if i'm wrong here). so, why is this game so important? because if they don't win, he won't be able to play volleyball with bokuto anymore.

but that's not the only goal akaashi has. bokuto wants to win - and akaashi is going to get him there at any cost. he is going to make sure that bokuto achieves his goal.

2. akaashi

akaashi has a tendency to overthink. this can be a good thing - he is able to predict bokuto's reactions fairly well thanks to his analytical mind. however, he gets lost in his head sometimes, and that's when he can get outsmarted by an opponent.

at least he's self-aware, though

3. bokuto appreciation time

look at him! doing his little excited jump!

bokuto x kuroo friendship

bokuto x hinata friendship

this panel.

bonus: live kuroken reaction

4. kiryu - emotional investment

wakatsu kiryu is not the person we should be rooting for. the characters we've known longer are fukurodani - they're even friends of our main characters.

and yet.

he is not simply the antagonist of this arc. instead of focusing on how our mc's can defeat kiryu and his team, we are made to feel sympathy for him. and his backstory if very similar to several other characters'! by now, we know what it feels like being defeated by people more "talented." we know what it feels like being scared to take on the responsibility of being your team's ace. all of those fears are ones our protagonists also experience.

kiryu is just like them. he is just another teenager who wants to keep playing volleyball with his friends for as long as he can.

and that's both the beauty and tragedy of haikyuu. you can't pick a side. you don't want anyone to lose. there is not a single character you can look at and think, "i don't like you, i don't care about your motivation and hopes, i hope you lose."

5. this line daishou says.

often, when it comes to sports the focus is on who wins and who loses. but at its core, that's not what any sport is truly about. and this is especially obvious in haikyuu. it's never (well. almost never. looking at you oikawa) about defeating another team. it's about having fun. i will never stop screaming about this

6. kenma and hinata

i love their friendship so much. i have talked about them every week and i have run out of new things to say about them. but just, look at them.

7. one of the most important panels this week

it's kuroo thinking this, which i think matters because it shows he cares for his friend. it also reminds us that bokuto's ability to play well depends on his mood. and the only one who can make sure that bokuto either stays positive or gets out of his "emo mode" is akaashi. which brings us back to my very first point. the key element to winning this game and making sure bokuto reaches his goal is akaashi.

#wow look at me actually making a post before the end of the week!!#thought i was gonna do it in class tmrw but i needed to wait for my laundry anyway #haikyuubookclubweek8 #haikyuubookclub #hq!!#bokuto #akaashi #hinata #kenma #daishou #kiryu #hq!! meta

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stardust-darkmatter · 2 years

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Different Ball Game (Karasuno Ver.)

Summary: Y/n used to be a manager for Teiko Junior High’s very own Generation of Miracles and has moved onto the world of volleyball.

Warnings: Swearing

Pairings: Platonic!Karasuno x Reader

Gender: I want to try and keep it gender neutral but my original idea was f!reader so just tell me if you spot any mistake.

Notes: It’s been over a year since I last posted but I’m back and hopefully staying.

Background Information:

You went to Teiko during your time in middle school and you had a lot of great times until they didn't. The team fell apart in a span of weeks and you could only witness it from the sidelines because nothing you said seemed to matter to them.

The only ones you keep in contact with is Kuroko and Momoi with your new phone number because they don’t want the Miracles to come and search for you after they realized their problems

You’re actually pretty calm and quiet though you can get loud when necessary.

Your parents/guardians also had been waiting to accept a job in Miyagi so it was the perfect timing. You left without many knowing and entered Karasuno as your new school which you hoped would be calmer than what Teiko had been.

NOW KARASUNO:

You joined the volleyball club as a manager because why not? You certainly weren’t running back to basketball anytime soon and volleyball was also a court sport so the environment might be similar, right?

The team was very nice to you when you joined and no you didn’t tell them that you were Teiko’s manager, they could figure it out on their own. It’s not like they couldn’t look up your name and find out that Y/n L/n has a few articles on them for being a famous manager.

Tanaka flirted with you at first but he quickly became protective of you and Kiyoko lives in slight fear because you are the best wingman/woman she has ever met and some of the tricks might work.

The other second years like you as well, they’re all pretty calm so you had respect for them. Nishinoya was chaotic as hell around you but that’s his personality so you didn’t question it and you found him kind of funny.

The third years are parents with Asahi being the shy teddy bear that makes you want to melt at times. Asahi reminds you of Murasakibara at times because of his behavior change off and on the court but they’re distinctly different so you leave it alone.

Suga is now your new mother, sorry but it’s a fact. Daichi is your dad and you have called him that, he gave you a hug.

Now, the first years. How to explain your relationship with the first years? Chaotic to say the absolute least. Tsukishima is a little rude to you at first, he probably made fun of your height, and you couldn’t understand why he and Yamaguchi were friends but you accepted it.

Hinata and Kageyama were dumb, you could fully see that but they were also genius in the art of volleyball. You made a fair trade that they properly teach you the sport and you could help them to the best of your abilities in school.

Now, realistically the search for a new manager wouldn’t happen as Karasuno is used to only having one manager at a time but with Y/n’s expertise you became Ukai’s assistant coach but the title isn’t official since you won’t get paid. Kiyoko used this as an excuse to execute her backup plan of getting another manager.

Yachi was really nervous and you found her cute and you were glad to help teach her the ropes because you never got to in the past. Momoi took care of the incoming managers to distract herself from the chaos going on so that’s all I can say about that.

THEY FIND OUT:

They found out because you were gone for two days because you had to go back to Tokyo for an interview on what each Miracle was doing about a year later and where you were going. Luckily you didn’t run into any of the Miracles while you were in Tokyo so you didn’t have a breakdown.

About a week later the interviews were published in Sports Weekly which Ukai, Kageyama, and Nishinoya typically read. You hadn’t arrived in the gym but everyone else was. Cue Nishinoya asking if anyone has seen or read the article with both Kageyama and Ukai confirming they had while the rest of the team was lost on the matter.

Kageyama and Nishinoya passed around the two magazines while the others read over it with shock. Their manager/assistant coach had been the manager of the legendary Generation of Miracles and they never told anyone? Reading your part of the interview was rather interesting.

Question: What school do you go to now?

Answer: I attend Karasuno High School In Miyagi

Question: Are you still involved in basketball.

Answer: No, I actually couldn’t force myself to join the basketball team as a manager due to personal reasons but I do currently manage the most chaotic volleyball players I know.

Question: How do you think the other Generation of Miracles have improved?

Answer: Leaps and bounds. They were always talented prodigies, with each of them attending different schools they will now be fighting their way to the Winter Cup. That in its self will be something to watch.

Needless to say the interview was longer than that but it still surprised them a great deal because that was an interesting find. None of them would have expected it but none of them should be as surprised as they were. You were an expert for a reason and now they finally understood why.

When you arrived they surrounded you with questions which was kind of overwhelming but Ukai got them to calm down for a small bit as well as back up from you.

You explained that yes it was true that you were one of Teiko’s manager’s and yes you knew the Generation of Miracles. When you explained the fall out and the events of your third year they were all rather pissed off. Not at you, never at you.

They agreed to protect you from the group of basketball prodigies that day and were absolutely stunned when you wanted to go and see a few of them play but they went with you anyway.

On the final for the Winter Cup, you were there like the rest of the fallen Miracles. When they turned on Akashi you just had to join in which was a shock because none of them have seen you since you disappeared like a year ago?

“KUROKO-KUN YOU BETTER BEAT AKASHI-SAN’S ASS OR I SWEAR I’LL FIND AWAY TO MAKE YOUR TRAINING REGIMENT WORSE YOU PHANTOM SHIT!”

One of the few times anyone has seen you like that, especially against Akashi of all people. You were yelling and you not only threatened someone but you cursed at someone, impressive.

You were so happy when Seirin won the game, you were jumping up and down as you cheered for the win, because you could see it as you looked at the Miracles. They may of changed but your boys were back. Of course you would never leave Karasuno after they brought such a chaos into your life than you thought possible.

When Karasuno came in for Spring Nationals you were excited and you weren’t expecting the Miracles to be cheering in the crowd for your team but you were more than happy with the outcome.

#karasuno #kageyama tobio #ennoshita chikara #tanaka ryuunosuke #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #daichi sawamura #asahi azumane #yuu nishinoya #yachi hitoka #hinata shouyou #kiyoko shimizu #sugawara koushi #coach ukai #the generation of miracles #kuroko no basuke

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Last chapter of "5 times Tsukki reluctantly gives relationship advice + 1 time somebody returns the favour"

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“Tsukki, I wanna talk to you about something.”

So there it was. Tadashi had been acting strange all day – alternating between blabbering mindlessly and falling into long bouts of silence. Tsukki knew there had been something on his mind, but he figured Tadashi would come out with it in time. Apparently that time was now.

“Go ahead,” Tsukki said, not bothering to look up as he continued packing up his things.

Tadashi glanced over his shoulder, scanning the locker room. Most of their team-mates had left. Only Kageyama remained, and he was utterly absorbed in the task of filing his nails. Tadashi nodded in satisfaction, then turned back to Tsukki again.

“I think I’m gonna ask Yachi out.”

Tsukki’s hand froze ever so briefly in the process of folding his volleyball uniform and his eyes flicked to Tadashi. The latter’s face was earnest and expectant. Tsukki’s gaze travelled fleetingly over that face – then he gave a short nod. “Okay. Good luck.” He turned back to folding his uniform.

There was a brief pause, in which Tadashi seemed to be waiting for more. Then:

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

Tsukki rolled his eyes, slid his uniform into his bag and zipped it up. “What, now you want me to give you relationship advice too?”

“Well... yeah. You’re my best friend.”

Tsukki heaved a sigh. “Good grief. I can’t get a break.”

The silence that followed Tsukki’s comment was... unnerving. Tsukki found himself turning, finally, to assess his friend’s face... It was coloured over with hurt.

Tsukki’s chest twinged dreadfully and he opened his mouth to say something – but Tadashi beat him to it. “Right.” Tadashi nodded. His movements and his voice both seemed too strained. “Got it... Sorry, Tsukki.”

Tsukki wouldn’t have thought that an expression he heard 50 times a day – “Sorry, Tsukki” – could slice into him so. But somehow, it did.

Tadashi turned and walked out of the locker room – leaving a pale-faced, stricken Tsukishima in his wake.

“Well. You really fucked that one up.” Tsukki’s head snapped over to the sound of the voice. Kageyama was staring at him evenly, nail file still in hand.

Tsukki snarled. “Shut up, King.”

Kageyama seemed to consider complying with this demand for a moment. But then, he shook his head.

“Look, man. I don’t like you or anything. But I’m going to give you some unsolicited advice.” “I’ll pass, thanks.” Tsukki absolutely did not need advice from Karasuno’s lunkhead setter.

Kageyama continued, as if Tsukki hadn’t said anything. “Here’s the thing. As much as I hate to say this, you and I are pretty similar.”

Tsukki almost retched. “Ew. I’d prefer you stop talking right now.”

Again, Kageyama ignored him. “So coming from someone who’s been there, done that: being an asshole to the people you care about most isn’t a winning strategy.”

Tsukki’s face flushed with heat. He wasn’t sure whether it was from anger or humiliation. He opened his mouth to retort (he didn’t know what he would say) but Kageyama was on a roll now. “I love Hinata, you know?” The setter continued. (Tsukki wanted to shoot himself in the face. He absolutely did not sign up for hearing Kageyama go into full sap mode.) “I’ve always loved him – pretty much since I played him in middle school. But it took me over a year to realize that it wasn’t good enough to just love him in my heart–” (Did Kageyama seriously just say the words love him in my heart? Tsukki was gonna barf.) “I had to love him with my actions, you know? And my words. Here I was going around insulting him and calling him names, yelling at him, never complimenting him even when he deserved it... And yeah I loved him like mad underneath it all. But what good was that if I treated him like shit? Do you get my drift?”

Tsukki shuddered. “Absolutely. Thank you for your heartwarming speech about how much you love your boyfriend. Now if you’ll excuse me –” He made to brush past Kageyama, but the setter clapped a heavy hand onto his shoulder and blocked his way. “Tsukki,” he said firmly, his eyes serious and intense. “Don’t call me that.” “Tsukki. If you love Tadashi, you have to start acting like it.”

Tsukki wrenched himself out of Kageyama’s grip. “I’m not gay for Tadashi, Kageyama.” “I don’t care if you’re gay or not. You’re missing the point. Do you value his friendship?”

Tsukki snarled. “What the hell kind of question is that?”

“A non-rhetorical one. Do you? Because honestly, it’s hard to tell. You sure as hell don’t act like you value his friendship. Tadashi’s totally devoted to you and half the time you treat him like he’s a gnat buzzing around your ear. And I know he pretends like he doesn’t care – like he’s fine to just be your golden retriever who never gets so much as a head pat – but you’re hurting him, Tsukki.”

Tsukki was silent.

He held Kageyama’s gaze for a few seconds and a palpable tremor seemed to pass between them. Then, he turned away.

“I do value his friendship,” he said quietly.

Kageyama nodded. “I figured you probably did. Figured you were just an asshole, is all.” Tsukki bristled – but Kageyama punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Hey. It takes one to know one. We’re in the asshole club together, you and me. That’s how come I’m giving you this advice.”

Tsukki’s eyes flicked briefly up to Kageyama’s. And he would deny it later, but his mouth twitched slightly into a smile.

“Maybe we’re not in the asshole club,” Tsukki said, his voice a touch softer. “Maybe we’re just in the... what does Tanaka say?” Tsukki frowned for a minute, then snapped his fingers with recollection. “Emotionally constipated. We’re in the emotionally constipated club.”

Kageyama barked out a laugh and Tsukki, to his horror, found himself joining in with a chuckle of his own. Upon realizing his mistake, he sobered and cleared his throat. Another beat of silence passed. Then: “Thanks, Kageyama. I’ll go talk to Tadashi.” Read full work on AO3

#b/c i love tsukki but hate how he treats tadashi #and b/c i love the idea of tsukki & kageyama's reluctant friendship #tsukishima & kageyama #in my mind its a platonic tsukkiyama but you can read it as romantic if you want #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #tsukki #tsukkiyama #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #kagehina #kageyama x hinata #tadashi yamaguchi #yamayachi

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The Ghost Of You

24 - The Beginning

A/M: hi everyone, I'm so sorry for being MÍA for the past near year, I've gone through a lot recently and I've just started to get back into my usual self!!! A lot of you are still sticking around and thank you for that, it means so much. I hope my new/old writing isn't too shabby, I'm still working on it. Anyway, ily guys. Enjoy my comeback¿ <3

this chapters songs:

Air Supply; Sweet Triple

Kiss A Girl In Black; Fleeting Joys

Inside Out; Duster

- Y. L. Perspective

"Y-Y/n! Wow, what a pretty name! So...you got a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend?! If that's how you roll..." the boy shakes my hand aggressively, the sweat of his palms beginning to heat up my hand. I cringe in to discuss the feeling but attempt to chuckle. He was only a few inches taller than Tanaka and had similar haircuts except he had a bleached outgrown stripe going from the front to back of his head.

Just a second ago he was blabbing about Shoyo's strange enthusiasm with their setter, Kozume Kenma; a rather short and peculiar second year. It took not a second for his attention span to revert to Kiyoko and I. Tanaka raised his brows at the guy and nudged him away from us, asking, "What's your business with our managers and the shorty?! They're with us, you know!"

"What's it to you buddy?" He snaps back in an instant before the two of them are at each other's throats, trading the most cringe insults, including, 'looking to rumble, city boy?!'

Both Kiyoko and I roll our eyes and back away from the scenario, avoiding any contact with the opposing teams' players.

Koshi pats my shoulder gently as he speaks. "Tanaka, please do us all a favor and stop embarrassing yourself. Nobody says 'city boy'."

One other player comes up behind the taller version of Tanaka, kicking him in his ankle. "Yamamoto, behave! Why cannot you go a game without arguing? You're making a damn fool of yourself," he speaks, apologizing to Koshi on behalf of his teammate.

Both morons stop fussing at the males' orders.

Hinata, still bowing his head low, follows Kiyoko and me to the benches of the gym, where the rest of our club gathered to prepare for the game.

I could barely stand up straight, for I was extremely tired. The entire weekend was filled with training and late nights with Koshi. I was excited about being able to go home later that night and finally getting a good night's rest. But first, a game between Nekoma and Karasuno was awaiting.

"Hey, Hinata? How are you already acquainted with Nekoma's official setter? Do you two know each other?" I ask him, taking off my jacket and setting it next to Kiyoko's on the bench.

"His name is Kenma! I only met him the first day of training camp—you know, when I accidentally went off track. He was sitting near a park and we talked for a bit about volleyball before I learned that we would be playing him today. Isn't that so coincidental? Anyway, he seems nice. Why do you ask?" He begins attaching his knee pads.

I shake my head gently, returning an answer. "Just curious. You two hit it off pretty quickly."

'Setter, just like Koshi.'

Not a few moments later are we greeted by even more Nekoma players, mostly tall ones. Daichi stood next to a rather muscular guy who looked to be the age of 20. His hair parted in a very strange way and his height was nearly terrifying. "Hey guys, this is Nekoma's captain, Kuroo."

Kuroo bows for Kiyoko and me, us trading gentle smiles. "Good evening. Thank you for coming down so far for the match."

Daichi places his hands on his hips, obviously proud of having two fairly attractive female managers on his team. "

"Why, that's cool. I'm not sure I know what that means, though. So if you ever need a full-time manager job, haha we're always open!-" Daichi all of a sudden clears his throat, sending us both to draw back our hands.

"And this is Kiyoko, our full-time manager." He moves his hand to Kiyoko, having the same smirk on his face.

"Ah, how lucky is your team!"

Throughout our conversation, I had taken notice of each of the members' actual names, or at least a few.

The captain, of course, was named Kuroo. And the short guy with light brown hair was named Yaku. He had almost the same personality as Suga, except he was a bit bossier. Then there was the one who was a spinning image of Tanaka, was Yamamoto; the simp. And the small one with toned hair was named Kenma. He seemed quiet and judgmental, which was a personality trait I was familiar with within the first year. And those were the few names I knew before the game had started.

"Alright, line up!"

I wish I could say that the match ended abruptly. Unfortunately, Hinata extended our field trip to many more hours than expected. He insisted we gain more and more restraint over the men, although everybody else and their bodies disagreed.

It was only a few minutes after we had said our thanks and goodbyes to the team that we once again began our trip on the road, going back home.

I laid against Koshi in the leather seat, our hands intertwining with each other. Somehow we managed to sneak in affection without many of the boys seeing. Many of them had passed out against each other from being drained by the many rounds of volleyball games. He rubbed his cold thumb against my palm in light circles, his eyes calmly looking down the motion.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, Y/n," He whispers to me, careful not to make any loud noises. The bass of his voice was dramatic enough to make someone wake up.

My head leans against his shoulder and my free hand rests over his. "It's no issue," I say to him.

It aches me that Koshi could keep so many painful thoughts to himself. God forbid something to happen to him and I wouldn't know because the man believes his feelings aren't valid. If it were up to me, I'd make him feel as if there wasn't anything in this world he could be afraid of.

I held his hand, rubbing the tips of my thumbs against the abundance of thin hair on his knuckles, imagining what it would be to stay with him forever like this. Feeling his chest fall up and down under my ear, the pulse on his wrist, the grumbling from his stomach that reminded me we still lived in a reality where the world didn't stop because of our love for each other.

On the way back home, I was able to gather furthermore information about the teammates we had previously gone against; the boys who left us extremely exhausted and facing much hunger to rest in our very own beds back home.

The only names I could strike memory upon were Kuroo, Kenma, Yamamoto, and Yaku; all obtaining great power and skill, being why they stayed lingering in my thoughts.

It seemed Kuroo was a sarcastic and gentlemen type guy, with long black messy hair and a strong build as any other captain would look and act like. As for Kozume, it was obvious he spent most hours of the day cooped up in a room with nothing but screens surrounding him. The peculiar guy had bleached hair that wore off as time went on, a lanky build, and dark eyes. The other second year, Yaku, was an uptight libero with short blonde stubby hair and a lack of height. And as for the last, Yamamoto, he was nothing but Tanaka's twin with a few adjustments: blonde freak of hair in the middle of his buzzcut, more sensitive attitude, and preferred me over Kiyoko.

Many more were there, but they hadn't had too much playtime for me to be able to intake more information about them. All had many different t ways of viewing how to win a match, but together, their ideas collided quite well.

I bounce back onto my bed, the heaviness of the mattress going through my body as if portraying how I'd offended it. My arms gently slide from left to right and left again, hesitating whether or not to dream of Koshi or to undress for a good night's sleep. Instead of doing either, I take out my phone from my back pocket and text my mother.

Mom

hey, u home?

no. stuck at work, might stay here till super late. I'm sorry honey. We can talk all about the training camp if you're awake by the time I get back, k?

Night

Love you

Upon my sheets, I thought of how empty it felt not to have Koshi lying next to me, breathing in and out and in again gazing upon my features I never would've thought were as beautiful as he describes them. His fingers in between locks of my hair, making patterns that ruined its shape. I pictured him here on my bed looking at me with complete happiness. Was it that I wanted us to be in that spot? Where we didn't know what was coming nor overthink the days of yesterday and before?

I knew what would come, meaning Koshi and I could never be in that spot. We will never be able to look at each other in absolute adolescence and never worry if our future because we knew we had each other in it.

It's only been three days, Y/n. Why overthink it now?

I felt sick. After Koshi had described all the horrible things that had happened to him, why would I ever put him through something like what we knew was coming? I felt regretful. Instead of leaving him alone to experience his last years as a teenager in a normal position, I take him as my own and bound him from the freedom to discover who he wants and what he wants.

There, upon my sheets, I begin to cry softly. Not of anger or sadness, but fear. Fear of what was coming in only a few months, not even a full year. Crying because what I felt for Koshi was more than I had ever felt in my life, and to lose him is something I can't imagine. The thing is, I have to, for it's ending whether I want it to or not.

Suddenly, my phone rings in my hand, and I open my eyes ever so slightly to reveal a message.

Koshi

Are you awake?

My lips curl into a smile.

Koshi

Are you awake?

Yeah, you abt to go to bed?

No. I was feeling a little lonely

Ngl

Why?

Idk

I miss u

We haven't had much alone time

Yeah, I know

I'm sorry

Why are you sorry?

I don't know, haha

Is everything okay y/n

Yeah, I'm just feeling down

I think I'm just tired

Is anyone home?

No, do you wanna come over?

I was thinking about it

I'm sleepy, but I'm bored

I'd much rather be sleepy with you

And if you're sad then I don't wanna leave u to be sad alone

Ily

I'll be there in a few

Once again, I smile.

Yes, it scared me to the core that Koshi and I wouldn't last forever. It was something that I couldn't help but stress over and wonder if everything we planned on doing together was going to be a memory I will in the future want to suppress.

But so far, we're okay. It was only now that we needed to worry about, to savor. It was only the beginning.

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Celebration

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

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↷ SUMMARY ↶

Last day of training calls for celebration for everyone’s hard work, so it’s barbeque time!

“All right, meat!”

“I’m starving!”

While the boys freshened up after practice matches, the managers were already on the move to prepare for the barbeque. Since there were quite a lot of people, the coaches decided to held it on the backyard of the gym, where the sharp hill stood just beside it. The coaches helped setting up the grills while the managers divided to cater different things.

Yachi decided she would get the utensils they needed; paper plates, chopsticks, paper cups, trays for rice balls, and other things. Shimizu would cover for the rice ball making, Yukie and Eri were in charge on cutting the vegetables in bite-size, Kaori and Mako would clean the vegetables before it was cut.

Meanwhile, you’re in charge of preparing the condiments and sauces, unwrapping the meat cuts, and arranged them on a bigger plate. Aside from that you had to make sure the meats searing on the grills weren’t charred.

“[Name]-chan, please replace me for cutting the onions,” Eri sobbed, reaching out to you with grabby hands.

“Alright, senpai,” you giggled in reply because Eri was clearly needing a break and watching the meats seared was a great break for her. Quickly, you stood on her place and started slicing the tear-induced-menaces after washing your hands.

It didn’t take long for you to suffer the same fate as the Ubugawa’s manager–the first seven slices went through without a hitch, but when you reached the tenth your eyes started to sting and blurry from the pain. Then tears began trailing down your cheeks, and you wiped it you’re your shirt sleeve.

“D-Don’t cry, [Name]-san!!” you looked up, seeing Hinata with his place face quivering on his feet. “W-what should I do!?”

“It’s fine, Shoyo-kun, it’s just the onions,” you sniffled pointed towards the bowl full of it. “It hurts my eyes.”

“I can take your place, Otohaku-chan!” Lev popped up beside Hinata.

“Instead of cutting the onions, you’ll chop your fingers off,” Yaku deadpanned before offering. “Here, let me do it.”

“No, it’s alright, Yaku-san,” you shook your head. “It’s time for you to have a break, not working.”

Being persistent sometimes has it’s perks, it took numbers of rejection to finally have Yaku gave up. You knew he was just trying to help, but you didn’t want to rob his time relaxing. When all the preparations were done, the boys were already surrounding the grills with hungry faces. Coach Nekomata gave them a light speech along with praises for their hard work over the week, and they dived to grab on the meat straight from the grill.

“THANKS FOR THE FOOD!”

Just like Kaori, you brought a plate of rice balls to offer and managed to witnessed Yukie’s enormous appetite. She practically inhaled four rice balls in one go and you’re not the only who was dumbfounded from it.

Konoha and Komi almost had their souls went to heaven from the frightening circle Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Taketora made. Well, they did elbow each other to encourage one another getting close or at least having a talk with Shimizu. The girl walked pass them holding a paper plate with food–looking extremely gorgeous and she didn’t even try.

“That was scary,” Konoha muttered underneath his breath. The three finally stopped because of Karasuno and Nekoma’s captain scolded them–the three immediately shrunk.

“They really had their guard up, huh,” Komi added, feeling his energy drained from such a scary encounter.

“Uhm, excuse me,” the two turned to look over their shoulder and that’s when they noticed–Karasuno’s other first year manager who’s Bokuto constantly talking about. The owl captain wouldn’t shut up about her much to their annoyance and now they knew why.

“Would you like some rice ball?”

“Sure,” Konoha replied dumbly.

“I’ll take two,” Komi followed with a daze. You placed one on Konoha’s empty paper plate and two for Komi upon his request. Smiling at them, you proceeded to excuse yourself so you could offer to someone else.

Following your figure dazedly, they noticed how the light shone even brighter and basked you in a beautiful glow. That’s when they thought of a conclusion.

A goddess just graces us mere mortals! They screamed in their head.

You tried to calm Yachi down from her traumatizing experience being surrounded by absurdly tall boys (“Titans, [Name]-chan! Titans!”). Thankfully, all of them were nice enough to made room so your friend could reach for some meat. Yachi almost cried in happiness from the real taste of meat.

From the sidelines, Shimizu and the other managers were watching the two of you while talking about the boys sometimes.

“How much are you going to eat?” Kaori questioned because Yukie was having a ridiculous amount of food towering on her plate and she just kept munching away without care.

“The third-years in Karasuno all seems pretty mature,” Mako commented.

“Our ace is weak-willed, though,” Shimizu smiled sheepishly.

“What? Really?” Eri replied in surprise. “Even though he looks that scary?”

“Though, I think that’s still better than our simpleton ace,” Kaori commented. “Still,”

Their eyes were directed towards where the said simpleton ace was standing and placing meat until it towered on your empty plate.

“Eat more, [Name]-chan! Or you won’t get even taller!” he stated.

“And eat more vegetables!” Kuroo added, placing cabbages and carrots to your plate, adding even more food.

“Have some rice balls, too.” Somehow, even Akaashi participated in this whole fiasco and put a rice ball onto your plate. Now, there’s a ridiculous amount of food on your plate.

“…I can’t eat this much,” you commented, staring at the food filling your plate.

“Nonsense, I don’t see you eat anything even when the others are,” Akaashi stated. “You’re too busy handling other things nonstop.”

“Have a break will you,” Kuroo patted your back. “Everyone’s having fun and you should too.”

“Have more meat, [Name]-san!” Hinata said.

“You can have my share, Otohaku-chan!” Lev followed and you immediately shook your head.

“At least he and Akaashi took care of our baby manager well,” Kaori sighed in relief.

“[Name]-chan is close with Fukurodani’s captain and setter, huh? Even Nekoma’s captain,” Mako giggled. “She’s drawing everyone in.”

“Well, it’s rare for a first-year to be as tall as her,” Eri grinned. “The boys are especially poles so it’s probably great not to strain their neck once in a while from looking down.”

“Karasuno’s pretty lucky to have her, huh?” Yukie said after swallowing her food.

“Yeah, we are,” Shimizu smiled.

“Did you have fun?” Sawamura asked you when you’re helping other managers to clean up the remaining plates left behind on the table along with other scraps littering around. He picked up a few paper cups and placed it into the trash bin.

“Definitely,” you answered without hesitation. “Everyone’s so nice, it’s probably the most fun I’ve had.”

“Thank goodness, then,” he gave you a smile.

“I’m really glad I joined the volleyball club,” you commented, grinning.

“And we glad to have you here,” the captain chuckled and replied.

Everything was over by the time the sun started to sink into the horizon–time truly flew by when you enjoyed it. Since Miyagi was quite a distance from Saitama, they needed to depart first or they would be back extremely late at night. Yukie and Eri were fake-crying and joking about refusing to let you go–in the end, you’re all exchanging numbers so you could keep in touch.

“Did you have fun, Otohaku-san?”

“Coincidentally, you asked the same question as my captain, Akaashi-san.” The Fukurodani setter, like before, helping you on carrying the extra luggage in hand although you did tell him it’s only until you reached the stairs. “And to answer, I am. These one week of training camp is fun. Somehow, I don’t want this to be over.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll meet again,” Akaashi replied. “At the Spring Interhigh.”

“I’m sure we will, Akaashi-san.” you smiled. “And thank you for helping me with luggage.”

“[Name]-chan!!” Bokuto bounded over with a grin plastered on his face. “We’ll be waiting at the nationals!”

“Karasuno, Bokuto-san. Otohaku-san doesn’t play volleyball.” Akaashi deadpanned.

“Just agree with me once, Akaashi!”

“Well, whatever he said,” Kuroo piped up, approaching the three of you. “Made sure your team go to the nationals so we could meet again and make the battle came true.”

“I’ll do my best, Kuroo-san.” Then Kuroo reached out to ruffle your hair, it’s been a while since he did that and you weren’t even going to lie about enjoying it. The cat captain was similar to an older brother now.

“Off you go then, [Name],” he removed his hand from your head. “And don’t miss me.”

“How could I when I have your phone number, Kuroo-san?” you snickered. “You’re probably going to bombard me with chemistry puns at 10pm.”

“Then, I’m gonna call you every day so you won’t have to deal with Kuroo!” Bokuto declared before laughing victoriously.

“Please block his number immediately, Otohaku-san,” Akaashi stated. “Or you won’t be getting any sleep. His talking is endless.”

“Why, Akaashi!?” the said boy whined.

“Aside from that, be careful on your way home,” Akaashi decided to ignore the captain and gave you a small smile.

You returned his smile. “Will do, Akaashi-san.”

With that, the whole week of summer training camps has come to an end. The whole team watched you guys drove away into the other way back to Miyagi.

“You have a match tomorrow, don’t you?” former Coach Ukai questioned, brows creased from the insistence of your combi. “That’s probably enough, then!”

“One more! Just one more!” Hinata pleaded.

“We’ll finish after this one!” Kageyama added.

Two days of practicing to prepare for the preliminaries, just a day before the match Sawamura dismissed them early to get some rest. Since it would be impossible to use the gym unless getting an earful from him, Kageyama and Hinata needed to look for another place. Former Coach Ukai lent them the court only for a bit, just until the others who wants to practice comes.

And you were there to hold a leash if they’re being stubborn or something.

“This is the last, alright?” you scolded the two. “We shouldn’t bother the others who wants to practice here. And you should rest before the match.”

Thankfully the older man letting them had the court just one more time and you couldn’t help but feeling grateful of it. You sighed before turning to face former Coach Ukai and bowed down. “On their behalf, I apologize.”

“It’s fine.” Former Coach Ukai dismissed it. “Their eagerness is a great thing, but even eagerness isn’t going to magically give them energy. It would be bad if they burnt out even before the game started.”

“[Name]-san! Can you throw us the ball?” Hinata called out.

In the end, the two managed to successfully killed the quick–and sure enough, it also impressed former Coach Ukai which added more reassurance that your team would be more than okay to face the entire preliminaries and became champions.

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shoyosthighs · 3 years

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1 Month Challenge

Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)

Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)

Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut

Word count: 2504 words

Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭

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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.

“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.

“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.

“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.

“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.

“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.

“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”

“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.

It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.

my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘

you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣

my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃

you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.

“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.

“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.

“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.

Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.

You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.

Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”

You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.

“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.

Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.

“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.

“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.

Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.

Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.

“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.

You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”

Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”

You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.

You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.

Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.

“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.

(EXTRAS)

Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”

You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.

(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)

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srirachvbi · 4 years

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Sakusa and Ushijima bringing their kids to practice Headcanons !

requested by anon: Um hi idk if you write for them so you can totally ignore this . Um can I ask for sakusa and ushijima (or one of them it's up to you) bringing their kids to practice bc the reader was called into work ??? Like Sakusa with his little boy and ushijima with his son and daughter. Sorry you can ignore this

a/n: ignore this?? absolutely not LMAO i love this idea. tsym for requesting anon! hopefully, headcanons are okay for this! also sorry that ushijima’s is a little shorter-- i wasn’t quite sure what else to write <3

warnings: manga spoilers

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

This dude was like 👁👄👁 when you called him only half an hour into practice to ask

They were on a water break after doing a bunch of drills and his phone lit up with your contact picture

Atsumu: Aw Omi Omi, that’s a cute picture of you two~

Kiyoomi: I will literally end you ❤️

Anyways he grabs his phone and stalks off to get away from the team since he knew they would eavesdrop if he stayed that close

The second he answered the phone, you started rambling and like begging for forgiveness so he was just “???”

Y/N: Yoomi! I swear I’ll make dinner for the next week and-- and I’ll uhhh... buy all of the groceries and cleaning supplies for a while and-- and

Kiyoomi: tf are you going on about?

Y/N: Is it okay if I drop Hi-chan off with you? ... I got called into work and the nanny’s busy...

He goes silent for a second, which makes you start to freak out because you were out of options for who to call

Your parents were on a cruise which both you and Kiyoomi got them for their 30th anniversary so they won’t home and your siblings lived on the other side of the country

Kiyoomi’s parents were too busy and so was his older siblings

He was your final resort

After a few seconds he just kind of laughs quietly and sighs

Kiyoomi: yeah, you can bring Hito-kun here

Y/N: your hand in marriage pls ❤️

Kiyoomi: ...

He justs SIGHS and hangs up cause he’s tired of your bullshit ❤️

He’ll pocket his phone and go up to the coach and Meian to ask if it’s okay if his kid sits in during practice and they’re perfectly fine with that

LMAO Atsumu, Bo, and Hinata eavesdropping and being like “tiny Sakusa??????”

Fifteen minutes later, you pop into the gym with Hitoshi (not the bnha character LMAO) and Hinata and Bokuto both go “TINY OMI-KUN!!!!”

Oh my god when I tell you Sakusa almost had an aneurysm when they started to run towards you and his son, i mean it

he literally went from one side of the gym to in front of you two with the most disgusted look on his face

Hito’s pretty similar to Sakusa as in like... he hates germs so when he saw those two sweaty adults running towards him he just

Hito: due to personal reasons, i will be passing away now ❤️

Bo and Hinata are trying to get near Hito, but Sakusa just completely blocks them

Y/N: thank you for taking care of Hi-chan, Yoomi :(

Kiyoomi: I had nothing against taking care of him in the first place, idiot

Anyways, you realize the time and literally sprint out of there to get to work

Bokuto: Mini Omi-kun! HI!!!

Hito: 👁👄👁 you’re so sweaty pls don’t touch me sir ❤️

Bo goes :(( but recovers when Hito apologizes after seeing how sad he got

Cause even tho Sakusa wouldn’t apologize, Hito was also raised by you and he’s a kid so he just kind of gets all flustered

Hito pats his shoulder to try and comfort him and Bo goes “!!” and like picks up the poor boy

At first, Hito is TERRIFIED but after a few seconds, he starts giggling and enjoying himself

Sakusa was about to kill him but then he saw his little son all happy and his heart clenched

After a few minutes of fooling around with Hito, they start practice again since they can’t spend the whole day just fooling around with the little Sakusa lol

The whole time while they’re doing drills (or smth idk how professional volleyball practice is LMAO), Hito’s standing next to Coach Foster and his eyes are so bright and big

He’s super excited to see his dad play because he hadn’t gone to that many games (Sakusa said that there were too many germs and that he’d get sick)

So to see his dad going like “BLAM” with the ball was like “!!”

They do a game of 2v2 and he’s cheering so loud for his dad it’s so cute

Hinata and Atsumu are on a team together and they’re sitting on the sidelines with Hito until they get to play

Hito getting super excited and energetic when he sees his dad playing volleyball so he asks them about the players :(((

Stop I can just imagine a tiny sakusa with more energy just being so cute

Practice finally ends for the day and Sakusa walks out of the locker room and Hito’s like “DAD!!!!!!!” and runs towards him

Sakusa’s soft for his son so he chuckles and picks him up

Hito: you were so cool!!!! You went like BLAM and BOOM!!

Sakusa, internally: oh god, i gave birth to another Hinata...

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

SO in this one you’re on a business trip for work and like.. the nanny cancelled on him the morning of so he was like “well, shit”

But like not really cause he’d probably be nonchalant about it

His daughter, Riko is 3 and his son, Eiji is only a few months old so he comes into practice with a baby carrier and Hoshiumi’s like

>:0 !!!!!!!!

Hoshiumi: BABY USHIJIMA >:0 !!!!!

Riko’s super energetic unlike her father or her brother so she’s running around the second she walks into the gym and Ushijimas like 👁👄👁 cause he’s not quite sure if he should scold her or not

Honestly, Ushijima would be so confused with kids cause he’s just...

head full only volleyball

Normally you’re around and or the nanny so he’s not sure what to do LMAO

Riko’s unusually energetic and he’s pretty sure she got it from you lol

Romero sees Ushijima’s look of pure conflict and almost loses a lung from how hard he laughed

Ushijima may be super smart when it came to volleyball but it seems children is the next obstacle

Riko and Hoshiumi somehow bond in hardly any time and suddenly Riko’s on his shoulders and they’re running around

chaotic duo, we stan

Kageyama’s looking at the children with utter confusion

Omg Kageyama and Ushijima would both definitely be so confused with children

smh these volleyball idiots

Eventually, they actually have to start practice so Riko and baby Eiji were by the benches

Lmao Riko running onto court because she wants to play volleyball with her dad and Ushijima having a stroke

He’s bowing so low to the coaches because he just... doesn’t know what to do

it was hard enough to get them out of bed today

It’s okay with everyone and Hoshiumi literally tries to pass the ball to Riko and Romero SCREAMS in fear

Romero’s definitely the savior of the day when it comes to the kids

Ushijima carries Riko off the court and the tiny bab was like >:0 !! When he sat her back down with Eiji

Riko: DAD >:0 !!!

Ushijima just asks her to stay on the bench but he doesn’t want to scold her

She listens to him because she sees how conflicted he looks finally

Lmao she tries to pass a ball to Eiji and Ushijima’s like “oh, oh god.”

Talking about Eiji, he starts crying and the coach just SIGHS and gives them a ten minute break

Ushijima losing ten years of his life as he tries to calm Eiji down

Hoshiumi: !! he wants to play volleyball too !!

Romero: Hoshiumi, no... please...

Ushijima eventually calms the crying baby down and feeds him a bottle

Eiji ends up falling asleep after that tho so there’s no more issues with him for the rest of practice ❤️

It would be interesting to see Ushijima with his kids lolol

ANYWAYS

practice ends and Riko’s like “DAD!!! Teach me how to play volleyball now!!!” even though he’s already began

She’s a bit forgetful ❤️

Romero literally starts giving Ushijima tips and everything because he sees how confused he is

All of the other players listening as well because they’re interested

Professor Romero!

Ushijima heads home with his two kids and he’s just listening to Riko ramble a lot and he’s happy

He was scared she wouldn’t like to be there and would throw a fit but similar to her father, she’s super excited about volleyball

You call them on the way home and Riko’s like “MOM !! I WANNA PLAY VOLLEYBALL !!”

You start giggling and you listen to her ramble for a while before asking her to give the phone to her dad

Ushijima: please never go on a business trip again ❤️

Y/N: aww, you miss me Waka-kun~

He hangs up

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bokebelle · 3 years

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𝐦𝐬𝐛𝐲 𝟒 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 —

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: miya atsumu, bokuto koutaro, hinata shoyo, sakusa kiyoomi

TAGS: headcanons, fluff

a/n: been a minute since I’ve written for haikyuu, so please enjoy! My inbox is always open if you have comments, or just wanna fawn over the boys <3 also not me projecting on omi bye

Reblog if you wanna date the msby 4 <3

miya atsumu

for atsumu, he dates for fun

this isn't to say he dates around, but if he likes you and you like him, and you two have a good time together, why shouldn't you date?

he dates to see who works and who doesn't

if your relationship works out, then great!

if it doesn't well...that's just how it goes ya know?

unless it was a bad breakup, atsumu doesn't hold any bad feelings towards his exes

if your relationship does last...atsumu is in it 100%

even when the fun and thrill of the relationship dies down, he's completely dedicated to making your relationship work

ngl it scared him when the butterflies mellowed down but he still found himself wanting you more and more

after talking about it with his brother and after he got smacked in the head for even thinking about breaking it off, atsumu realized that this is what love is

it's new territory for him and he's still testing the waters, but he's in it mind, body, and soul

there's no one else atsumu would rather have by his side to help him figure it out than you

bokuto koutaro

i firmly believe bokuto is highly emotionally intelligent, probably the most out of the four

with that being said, he acts on his feelings when he's 100% sure he likes you, and he has reason to believe you like him too

he's like atsumu in the sense that he pursues a relationship to try and see if there's something between you two

but the difference is, he has the intention of actually making something serious from your relationship

he doesn't really have crushes on people often, but when he does he feels them so hard

Bokuto knows what he wants and he keeps that in mind going into your relationship

if you don't reciprocate, he'd be a little sad but that's totally okay with him! He'll embrace his feelings and ride them out until they die down

even if you didn't feel the same way, Bokuto would still probably confess just to get it off his chest and so he could say he did all he could. He'd still want to be friends though and would do his best to respect his feelings while respecting yours too

but if you do accept his confession, he would be the happiest

He would be so eager to show you just how much he likes you and what you mean to him

Bokuto dates you because he's sure of you. He knows relationships aren't always easy but he knows he's sure about how he feels, especially about you. It would take a lot for him to change his mind.

like Bokuto, I believe Hinata is also very emotionally intelligent

Bokuto is in it with his whole heart, it's yours from the very beginning, and he's more than ready to take care of your heart as well

hinata shoyo

but unlike Bokuto, he has no problems not doing anything about his emotions

He also doesn't try and figure out his emotions or use logic, he just allows himself to feel

yes, he likes you but for Hinata that doesn't necessarily mean he should act on it

He enjoys your company, and you seem to be enjoying his, so he doesn't really see the need to change your dynamics

But when he feels his feelings for you grow stronger, he probably realizes he should do something about it

Like Bokuto, Hinata would probably confess because he wants to be honest with you.

Confessing for him is probably more for catharsis

If you don’t reciprocate, that’s totally okay! He just didn’t want to bury his feelings and he’d be more than happy to be your friend

If you like him back, he’d be ecstatic! If you ever need time before committing to a relationship, Shoyo is more than willing to give you as much time as you need

sakusa kiyoomi

Is he worried about you changing your mind, or you only accepting his confession so he wouldn’t feel bad? Maybe, but he pushes those thoughts away because he’s so so so sure of you

Hinata gives his all into everything he does, and you bet when you date him he’ll do everything he can to give you everything you could ever want

he's probably the most emotionally constipated out of the 4. he's also the least likely to date out of the boys

but when someone catches his eye? oh boy he's in for a RIDE

for sakusa, dating is all about time, and in many aspects too

he needs time to sort out his own feelings because he will try to repress them. nervousness when you're around? euw. blushing when you smile? gross. that ugly feeling when you greet atsumu first? atsumu's fault.

Sakusa is also the complete opposite of atsumu when it comes to dating, and he isn't the type to confess for honesty like Hinata or be so upfront about it like Bokuto. He just doesn't see the point.

For Sakusa, he dates with the future in mind. not because he thinks you'd work together, or just to get his feelings out there. No, sakusa dates with the intention of spending his life with you

He wants to be completely and totally sure of you before he even confesses. He wants to be sure you two want similar things in life, you have the same views on marriage and kids, views on your individual careers, relationships, etc.

He wants to see how you respect his germaphobe tendencies, or how you handle him and his career.

Volleyball has been a top priority for most of his life, and it's not like he'll put you second. He just needs a bit of time to do what he needs to do before giving you his full attention.

He'd be pretty straightforward when he confesses, telling you all this as well. he'd probably also only confess if he's sure you like him back. If you don't he's taking his feelings with him to the grave

when sakusa dates, he's in it for the long run. yes, he still wants to take things slow sometimes but that's because for him, he has the rest of his life to experience things with you.

all he asks is that you be a little patient with him and give him some time. He's not quite used to feeling this strongly about somebody else, let alone be in a relationship. He may need a little guidance to balance things and work things out, but he hopes you'll stick around because when he loves, Sakusa gives you a love that will last a lifetime

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memxntomxri · 3 years

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𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 | 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - bisexual!hinata shouyou x gn!reader, hinata shouyou x miya atsumu

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - angst, break up

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤 - hinata shouyou is trustworthy - with everything except for your heart

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 2.4k words

𝘵𝘸 - slightly descriptive nsfw?, cheating (i'm sorry to be doing my children hinata and atsumu dirty this way but this got stuck in my head 😭), major angst, break-up, no happy ending, lots and lots of crying, lots and lots of reader's internal thoughts, atsumu is an asshole

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 - this is the result of brainrot i had stuck in my head after reading chapter 18 of SabbyWrites' A Study in Depravity. HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS - I REPEAT, HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS. BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE ALSO NOT CHEATERS. i just couldn't resist writing this lmao

also, i'm doing my best to make this a gender-neutral reader, but it might lean more towards AFAB/non-binary readers since i'm both ashelkgjkdlkjf male-identifying readers i'm sorry

thanks @meiansmistress, lou (LouEve_094 on ao3), lena, and emmy (Noisy_Emmy on ao3) for betaing! your feedback helped me a lot

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙣𝙞 - there are some descriptive scenes of smut in here 👀 shoo, shoo

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

You know this.

It's the reason you met, after all.

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The summer you moved to Miyagi, following your father's dream of teaching in a little town similar to the one he lived in as a child, you were unhappy. Who could blame you, after all? You had a comfortable life back in Osaka, and unlike your father, you were a city dweller at heart. It was also the middle of your first year of high school—who wanted to transfer schools, let alone across prefectures, in the middle of a school year?

It was hot in Miyagi, and when the moving truck broke down on the side of the road, the entire family piled out and sat on the curb. Just your father (who you were still mad at), your mother, and you. That was what it had always been. Sure, you had friends, but somehow the friendships never got too deep. You were willing to bet that within a month, there would be no texts other than the occasional New Year's greeting or "happy birthday" from your so-called friends back in Osaka.

And don't even get you started on romantic relationships. It wasn't that you weren't attractive, or that you weren't easy to get along with—it was just that there was never anybody. Yes, you had liked people before, but nothing had ever come of it.

Your mother piped up, saving you from your dark thoughts about the state of your relationships with other people. "Y/n, love, can you go back down the hill again? I think we saw a konbini a bit that way, please buy some cool drinks." she says, depositing coins in your outstretched hand. Oh well, something to do, you supposed.

You strolled casually down the road, sweating buckets. When you pushed open the doors of the konbini—Sakanoshita Store, you noted, it definitely didn’t look like a konbini—opened, you basked in the cold air of the air conditioner for a bit. As you stood there, looking a bit dumb with your arms outstretched, you felt a weight barrel into you from behind.

With a bang, you fell forward, the weight landing on your back. "Ow!" you cried, rubbing your right wrist, which had unceremoniously made contact with the ground, pain shooting up the limb. You twisted around to glare at whatever had so unceremoniously bowled you over. You were met with the sight of wide, brown eyes and flushed cheeks. "Sorry!" the boy squeaked, getting off of you quickly. "So sorry!" You frowned and got up.

"Watch where you’re going, okay?" You were a few centimeters taller than him, you noted.

He started blabbering, talking about how he needed to get the first-aid kit because a "Stingyshima" had "accidentally" ran into "Bakageyama" and this "Bakageyama" now had a bleeding knee and that he was the fastest runner in their volleyball club (he was strangely emphatic about this point). By the time he was finished rambling, you were chuckling slightly. It was obvious that he hadn't meant anything by running into you, and it was actually kind of endearing how earnestly he was trying to explain himself.

You held up a hand, stopping him from continuing to ramble. "Y-you aren't mad, right?" he asked anxiously. You smiled and shook your head slightly. "It seems your team trusts you to help take care of your friend, so why don't you grab the first-aid kit and go help him?" You suggested gently.

He nodded quickly and darted behind the counter, grabbing a white box. As he jogged away, he seemed to remember something and turned around to holler at you. "My name's Hinata Shouyou! I'm a first year!" he introduced himself in a bright voice.

Just inside the konbini, a small smile slipped across your face.

Hinata Shouyou, huh. He seemed nice.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason you fell in love with him.

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The first day of school, you meet Hinata Shouyou again. And again. And again. He somehow seems to pop up everywhere you go—not that you're complaining, he's entertaining and nice—and soon, you think you can count yourself as his friend.

You go to his game against Aoba Johsai, then Shiratorizawa, then you're hugging him as he jumps up and down, celebrating their win. That’s the first time your heart jumps when you look at him, haloed by the lights of the gym.

Slowly, you feel yourself falling in love with him. Not just falling for him, no, because Hinata Shouyou will not let anyone do anything in halves, especially not falling in love. Shouyou, to you, (because by then you were on first-name basis) is someone you can rely on, someone that is always there, like the sun, trustworthy.

And because he is always there, it's also easy to confess to him in your second year. You know him well enough by now to know that even if he doesn't feel the same, nothing would change about your friendship except for the addition of unspoken words. And you think that he might love you back, if the lingering glances and brighter smiles are any indication.

Your guess is right, and by New Year's break, the two of you are a happy couple.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's why you let him go, if only for a little bit.

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When Shouyou left for Brazil, you took a break from each other. To be honest, it was your idea.

It wasn't that you didn't think that you couldn't trust him ten thousand kilometers away—it was that you knew you would hold him back. He was going to Brazil to chase his dream, and having a tether to his hometown would only slow him down. It hurt, having to say goodbye at the airport, but somehow the two of you got through it.

You still talked—a little more than "just friends" should—but you were careful not to let him think that you were together.

Shouyou was meant for greater things, and back then, as an insecure, just-barely-adult going into medical school, you weren't sure if you fit into the picture.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason why you let him back in.

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When Shouyou returns from Brazil, the first person he visits is you. You, all the way out in Osaka, pushing yourself to your limits as you study for med school. When you open your door and see him standing there, smiling as bright as ever, you fall into his arms—both literally and metaphorically. It turns out, even two years later, you trust him to catch you.

It was all too natural for you and Shouyou to get back together, and by a stroke of luck, he joins the MSBY Black Jackals, right there in Osaka. You move in together, his slightly larger salary allowing the two of you to rent a bigger apartment.

Yes, it's hard work being in a relationship again, but you like having Shouyou to return to every night after your shift is over. You wake up early every morning to make the two of you breakfast and lunch, and Shouyou always has dinner waiting for you when you step back in the door, often also staying up so that you can talk.

You're content.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason why you think nothing of his closeness with his teammates.

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Shouyou has always been a people-magnet. Even back in high school, everyone loved him. Shouyou is bisexual. You know this. He’s always had more than enough love to give back, too, and his bisexuality had never impacted your relationship. Why should it, when you’re every bit as queer as him? Your relationship was strong, and you believed in it. That's why, at every team dinner that he takes you to, when someone else inevitably takes the seats next to him instead of you and you're relegated to a corner, you don't worry about it. Shouyou loves you, and it doesn't matter where you sit for a couple of hours.

Yes, Miya Atsumu is a bit aggressive whenever Shouyou compliments him, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at you triumphantly, but you chalk it to them being good friends and Miya-san wanting to get to know you better by having a little friendly competition, and that's okay.

Yes, Shouyou starts going out with his team more and more, but they're his team. He's supposed to be close with them.

Yes, you start to feel a little neglected, but it wasn't as if you were the most attentive back when you were still struggling through med school.

And anyways, Shouyou always makes time for the two of you on Saturdays, your designated date nights. You have trust in your relationship, in its rock-tight foundation built upon years of knowing each other.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's why you believe his words.

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One Friday, after an especially busy shift at the hospital that got cut short for you when a coworker unexpectedly came in to fill in for you, you decide to head home early and get some rest, maybe cuddle with Shouyou while watching those romcoms you both enjoy.

You had told him that you'd be home late that night, and you hoped that you could surprise him with some dinner. So, you swung by his favorite yakitori place and ordered dinner, driving home as fast as you safely could.

As you open the door to your apartment, you hear the distinctive sounds of sex, skin slapping on skin, grunts and moans, high keens. You frown. Maybe Shouyou was watching porn? He sometimes liked to get himself ready (the two of you enjoyed the occasional pegging) before you got home. You drop the food on the kitchen table and put your jacket on the hook.

"Love, I'm home!" you call out softly. No response.

Frowning deeper now, you move towards the bedroom door. Just as you're about to open it, you hear something that stops you cold.

"A-ah, Atsumu!" It's distinctively Shouyou's voice, and suddenly, you can't move anymore.

Shouyou, who told you you could make it through med school.

Shouyou, who made you yakisoba and miso soup whenever you were stuck studying.

Shouyou, who whispered sweet nothings in your ear every morning as the two of you made breakfast.

Shouyou, who is currently in bed with Miya fucking Atsumu.

You want to get up, you want to slam open the door, you want to demand answers, but somehow, you can't get your legs to budge from the spot in the ground they've rooted themselves to.

Then,

"Who do you love, Sho?" Atsumu growls.

Your heart skips a beat.

No.

You pray to all the gods you know that what's about to pass Shouyou's lips will miraculously stay trapped in his throat, but it seems like the gods don't feel kind today.

"Y-you, Atsumu, you!" you hear Shouyou cry.

Your heart shatters into a million little kaleidoscopic pieces. Tears start running down your face, hot, involuntary, painful, because they represent the six years of a beautiful relationship down the drain, because nothing will ever be the same, because Shouyou is cheating on you.

Finally, your legs decide to move again. It seems like someone else is controlling your body as you walk towards the door, opening it with a shaking hand.

Shouyou is pinned down by Miya-san on the bed, legs thrown over his shoulder, as he slams into him.

The door bangs against the wall.

Shouyou looks up, and when he sees you, his face floods with guilt.

You don't say anything. You just stand there, tears flooding down your face, betrayal evident in your expression.

"Y-y/n!" he says. "I-I- I swear, this isn't-" he begins.

You cut him off. "I don't want to hear it, Shouyou." you spit.

Miya-san chuckles. "Who are we kidding, this is exactly what they think it is. What, did you think that you would be enough to satisfy Sho? You, with your infinitely busy schedule? You, who has no clue about volleyball?" he says, cutting into you.

"Atsumu, stop!" Shouyou says, frantic. He can tell that he's going to lose you, but he's not going to go down without a fight. "Babe, I love you, please-" he says, getting out of Miya-san's embrace and moving towards you. You sidestep him, holding a duffel bag with a change of clothes.

You stand there, looking at the scene, chuckling darkly inside your head. Just a scorned lover, a man, and his side-piece. You take a deep breath.

"You know, Shouyou, if you fell in love with someone else, you should've just told me. I trust you to be honest. I'm leaving—because even though you might love me, you're in love with Miya-san." you said.

Shouyou looks stricken with guilt, but you know it's from lying, not because he loves you anymore. Your laugh is broken and rough on the ears. "You think I didn't hear you? Oh, Shouyou, I heard more than enough. Have a nice life, and I hope that you remember how you broke me. I hope it fucking haunts you to the day of your death," you hurl at him.

Because even though at that moment you're screaming at him, you know that you still love him, that you’ll always will love him, and that you will carry this scar for the rest of your life. And even though you love him enough to leave now, to let him be with the person he loves—you still have enough love for yourself to hope that he bears some of the weight of this horrible, messy end too.

And with that, you walk out the door.

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But you're wrong.

Hinata Shouyou might love Miya Atsumu, but he still loves you more.

Years later, looking back, he comprehends that he didn't just break you. As he stares at his empty apartment, devoid of a lover—because what you said was true, he still carries the guilt, the memory of your tear-stained face, the recollections of your golden time together that ruined any relationship he might have had before it started, the echo of your absolute trust in him,

—Hinata Shouyou realizes he ruined himself too.

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#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shouyou x reader #atsuhina #canon universe #angst #haikyu angst #cheating #no happy ending

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi's heart has always pointed north. He wonders if it's broken when it starts to point inexorably towards her.

Set in the aftermath of The Astrophile, in the same universe as Storm Chaser.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi / f! reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, romance

Wordcount: 7.8k

Masterlist link here

A/N: Dedicated first and foremost to Ami @softsakusa, one of the first people to convince that my writing isn’t shit and that I should keep creating fics.

This fic is also for all the readers who wanted a happy ending for the reader in The Astrophile (which sets out the backstory of the reader, Iwaizumi and Oikawa), and also follows the events of Storm Chaser (which follows the turbulent relationship of Miya Atsumu and now wife - I named her Kaiyo in this fic to avoid confusion!).

Hope you like it - reblogs and comments are always dearly appreciated <3

It must be the worst meet cute of all time.

That is – if he’s using that phrase correctly. It keeps appearing in the god-awful English movies Bokuto and Miya keep playing during team movie nights that makes him want to tear his hair out.

But yes, he meets her at Miya Shino’s seventh birthday party, the birthday girl the apple of Miya Atsumu’s eye, the princess of his castle, the most perfect angel in the entire heavens - the list of pet names growing longer and longer the more the obnoxious setter prattles on about his daughter.

And apparently Miya Shino is a chip off the old block, and is as obsessed with volleyball as her father. Which means that he, one Sakusa Kiyoomi, is forced to turn up on a Saturday afternoon for a birthday party to teach a group of children roughly about the same height as his kneecaps how to play volleyball.

There are plenty of other MSBY players that Miya Atsumu could have rounded up to fritter away a Saturday afternoon. Hinata, for instance - the sunny, fiery headed opposite hitter a perennial favourite with young fans. Or Inunaki - the liberio has an amiable personality that he certainly wouldn’t mind snot nosed children hanging off his arms like a walking, talking monkey bar. But no, Hinata is apparently busy on a weekend meditation retreat, and Inunaki is at his sister’s wedding party, so both of them managed to escape this travesty of a birthday party.

That leaves him with Bokuto who’s practically a child himself, beaming, bumping balls at screaming children with one hand, the other hand lifting another child above his head. Meian’s here too but his own kid is somewhere in this gaggle of monsters anyway, so he’s here to carry out his parental duties – hopefully his presence might balance the sheer chaos he’s sure he’s about to face.

‘Omi-omi you made it!’ Atsumu greets him with a slap to the back.

Sakusa resists the urge to bare his teeth. Is this what hell is? Screeching gremlins underfoot, the nauseating smell of fried food permeating the air.

And it’s probably because he’s still in a horrified daze at the situation he’s put himself in (which Atsumu is either too dense to pick up on or already immune due to the series of similar expressions he pulls at him on a daily basis), Atsumu manages to snap a party hat on his head, before he prances off in victory.

Sakusa snarls, ripping off the red paper hat off his head.

Why on earth did he agree to this again?

‘Sakusa-san! Thank you so much for coming!’

His glare softens by a fraction.

Miya Kaiyo, Atsumu’s long suffering wife approaches him, careful not to touch him, waving at him instead. He appreciates her thoughtfulness, so he thaws a little, giving her a slight nod in greeting.

Right, she’s the reason why he’s here.

He’s always been fond of her - competent, patient, intelligent, far too good for her idiot of a husband. Approximately a year ago, he sought her professional help with his accounts. He graduated with a business degree from Chuo University, so he can tell there is obviously something fishy that his manager is pulling with his finances, but the accounting courses he took weren’t in depth to pinpoint the problem. Miya Kaiyo, on the other hand, a trained forensic accountant with a nose like a bloodhound for fraudulent accounts, nailed down the problem within a week. So when she asked him after a game whether he’d be free to attend her daughter's birthday party, he hadn’t been able to turn her down.

‘It was no problem’, he says stiffly, already itching to spray the whole place down with disinfectant. ‘I’m glad to be here.’

Kaiyo laughs at his obvious lie, tugging at his sleeve to seat him in a corner. ‘You don’t have to go play with the kids if you didn’t want to! I invited you so we could catch up, and besides, I did want to introduce you to someone.’

‘Hm.’

He doesn’t try to mask his reluctance this time. Kaiyo means well, he knows, but between her and his mother, he’s tired of having to fend off match making attempts. It’s not like he can’t get a date – he can and he has, it’s just difficult to find someone willing to put up with his prickly personality and busy schedule.

‘Well she’s not here yet, so you’ll have to wait. And while we’re waiting, tell me how’ve things been, Sakusa-san?’

Grateful that he’s not going to be forced into shepherding children into playing anything remotely resembling an actual volleyball match (he suspects he might have more luck teaching cats how to do the conga), he settles into his seat, mouth stretching into something resembling a smile. He lets her chatter about work, and they’re deep in a discussion about his plans post-volleyball (because he can feel the countdown on his career in his creaking bones, his aching sinews) when Atsumu swoops in on him again, like a vulture seeking easy prey.

‘What’cha doin’ with my wife, Omi-omi’, he slips a hand around Kaiyo’s waist mock possessively.

She swats at him. He ducks, raising his hands in surrender.

‘I enjoy talking to an actual adult sometimes, ‘Tsumu!’

‘Oh come on, I already have to share you with ‘Samu most of the time, now you’re leaving me for Omi-kun?!’

‘Dramatic ass.’

‘Please, you chose to marry me.’ He crows, flipping his hair. He looks ridiculous, he always does. Kaiyo seems to agree -

‘And I wonder why sometimes.’ She retorts, Atsumu squawking indignantly at her response, hair ruffling like an offended chick. But Kaiyo ruins the effect of her words by laughing, leaning over to affectionately peck her husband on the cheek.

Sakusa should be annoyed by this display of childishness, but for some inexplicable reason, a frisson of longing bubbles in his chest instead. It’s strange. Marriage or even serious relationships have never been something he’s actively sought. After all, it always seemed horrendously illogical to put all your eggs in one basket and hope nothing trips up – but his heart pays his mind no mind, and the strange sensation continues to trickle down his throat into his chest.

He makes up an excuse to slip to the bathroom for a tactical retreat from this madness.

Then he takes a breath.

Rinse. Lather hands with soap. Rinse. Repeat again .

Familiar motions, bred out of a desire to do things right, transformed into an unbreakable habit. Cold water, washing away soap bubbles.

Right. Now he’s ready for another plunge off the deep end .

He’s a foot past the threshold of the community hall where the party is being held when Miya Shino darts towards him. She’s very clearly her father’s daughter with his penchant for mischief because she dives between his legs, making him stumble in confusion. Then Meian Shugo’s eldest son Makoto barrels towards him, intent on reaching the ball held aloft in Shino’s hands.

Athletic reflexes be damned in the face of a pair of hell-spawn.

‘Shino!’. Kaiyo shouts.

‘Makoto!’ Meian thunders.

Sakusa flails, decidedly without grace, and in his attempt at not squashing the two little devils, he manages to do something even worse .

Much, much worse.

He manages to trip over his feet and bump right into the woman Miya Kaiyo wanted to introduce him to (this, he finds out later). It’s a lost cause – he’s six foot two of pure muscle, dwarfing her by a mile, and she’s carrying a huge box in her hand.

He ends up face planting directly into her chest.

His brain short circuits at the feeling of plush softness and vanilla and – ,

‘Woah - Omi-omi, never thought I’d have to defend the honour of my cousin in law’, Atsumu laughs.

The sudden flare of irritation at Atsumu’s words kickstarts his brain back into gear. Rearing back in alarm, he promptly topples over onto his butt.

‘Uncle ‘kusa, I’m sorry’ Shino screeches, distraught. Makoto merely snivels. Kaiyo is evidently the only one with working brain cells, because she rushes over to help them up.

The-woman-with-the-mysterious-box makes Kaiyo take the box first. It holds precious cargo - Shino’s birthday cake, he later finds out, but because she manages to cling on to it with admirable tenacity, it emerges more or less intact. Then she turns to him, still sprawled on the floor. He scoots away, still dazed.

She offers him a steady hand. ‘Hello’, she says. ‘It seems we’ve gotten off to rather a bad start.’

There is a hint of mirth in her voice, but her eyes are kind.

He takes her hand with a rare smile.

Miya Kaiyo grins behind the cake box. It turns out her daughter is a better matchmaker than either her or (heaven forbid) her husband.

It turns out that Miya Kaiyo wanted to introduce him to her cousin, newly moved to Osaka from Tokyo. She’s a sports journalist, used to cover volleyball even, but for some reason their paths never crossed. She too, is tired of her cousin’s well intentioned meddling, but asks him if he’d like to meet her for dinner one day ‘if only to get Kaiyo off her back, because she’s persistent’, and funnily enough, he agrees.

He doesn’t mind making a new friend, he reasons. She seems decent enough.

They go out for dinner on a Tuesday night. She doesn’t complain when he tells her that due to his diet planned by MSBY’s nutritionist, most restaurants are off limits. Instead, she asks intelligent questions about whether the sources of protein and fibre he’s relying on are varied enough, even suggesting alternatives like tempeh, a Southeast Asian soy product.

He appreciates that.

She doesn’t also fawn over the fact that he’s a professional athlete. That makes sense, considering she’s probably interviewed dozens, if not hundreds of individuals who are just like him. It’s nice - he’s tired of groupies who start dates off by staring at him starry eyed, but ending it with disappointment in their eyes when they discover that he’s just a guy who practices hitting balls enough to do it for a living. And best of all, she doesn’t mind that their conversation sometimes wanes into silence. She doesn’t seem to feel the need to fill empty spaces with inane drivel, nor expect him to entertain her like a circus animal.

He likes that.

So when the night ends, he asks her whether she’d like to have dinner with him again. ‘Just as friends’, he’s quick to clarify.

‘Sure’, she nods, and they bid each other goodnight.

They start having dinner every Tuesday night, subject to their erratic schedules.

He enjoys her company. She’s thoughtful, bringing him home made baked goods like zucchini cake (low sugar, of course), sneaking him chocolate scones for his cheat days after she discovers his hidden sweet tooth. She’s considerate too, never blinking an eye at his compulsive need to make sure everything is just in order, even if the waitress stands behind them aghast when he insists on using disinfectant to wipe down their table. She doesn’t even call him paranoid when he passes her a bottle of sanitizer.

Slowly, he finds himself confiding in her about things he’d maybe only tell his cousin, Motoya. Or at least, the things he would tell Motoya if the guy would only pick up his calls.

‘Sorry’, Motoya texts back after a couple of missed calls. ‘ Practice has been brutal recently.

In a remarkable display of restraint, Sakusa does not point out that EJP Raijin is below MSBY in this season’s rankings.

So he tells her instead about how he’s contemplating retirement, how he’s trying to chart out his next steps career wise. She surprises him by listening to him gravely, pointing out that he can lean on his business degree to possibly land an office job in event management or with sports associations, putting him in touch with one overly excited Kuroo Tetsuro. He tucks her suggestions away carefully at the back of his mind.

It’s nice to have a friend, he tells himself, his lips quirking ever so slightly when her hand grazes his as they walk down the street together.

He invites her to the monthly gatherings that the MSBY players take turns to host for their family and friends, making the excuse that he needs a human shield in any event hosted by Miya Atsumu. She agrees easily, perking up at the chance to spend a Sunday afternoon with her cousin and niece - ‘ and Kaiyo’ll need help, especially since she’s pregnant’, bringing far too many cupcakes topped with the lightest, fluffiest cream cheese frosting he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. Even Miya Osamu gives her a nod of respect after stuffing his face full of her cupcakes. He, unlike his twin, has good taste.

Her brow furls into a concerned frown when he quietly sneaks himself a second cupcake. ‘You don’t have to force yourself to eat it just to be polite! I made it, so I know it has so much sugar and butter it would make your nutritionist weep. If you want, I snuck some zucchini cake in my handbag for you instead.’

He stubbornly shovels a large bite into his mouth. ‘I won’t tell if you don’t.’

She bursts into laughter, leaning forward to wipe away the smudge of frosting on the tip of his nose with her thumb.

Miya Kaiyo shoots him a knowing look across the room, waggling her eyebrows in an eerie imitation of her husband. He fights to keep his face blank, refusing to feed her satisfaction, but fails, a hot flush rising in his cheeks.

‘Traitor’ he mouths at her. Her smirk only deepens.

Fortunately, the gathering ends with no further mishaps, either to his physical well-being or his dignity. Makoto is packed off with Meian, the little boy whining for more time to play with Shino. Hinata and Bokuto prance off for some ridiculous buffet on the other side of town.

As for himself, he hangs back with her to help the Miyas put their house back in order, expelling an amused puff of a laugh from his nose when she forces the very pregnant Kaiyo to ‘stay still, for goodness sake!’ on the couch, dancing around the house with a mop, Shino trailing after her waving a feather duster with gusto. He refrains from telling the little girl that she’s more likely to spread the dust than to actually clear it – at least she’s not causing more havoc this way.

‘I can’t believe I could’ve ever taken this for granted, y’know’, Atsumu comments from behind him, mouth wide in a tender smile. ‘It’s the best feeling in the world to have a wife and kid who loves ya to the moon and back, welcoming ya home after a long day at work. They make everything worth it.’

He’s thrown for a loop at this rare display of emotional vulnerability from the usually obnoxious setter and for once, does not resort to hostility, choosing instead to acknowledge the blonde setter’s words with a tacticum nod.

The Miyas’ apartment is far too chaotic for his tastes, with colourful toys scattered on the floor, mismatched picture frames of the little family on the walls, but laughter hangs in the air, and light spills from the windows, illuminating the warmth and love and fondness in every look and word the Miyas gift each other.

His father gave him a compass when he was a child, as a present to celebrate his first match. His mother clucked her tongue because it’s a strange gift for a child - delicate, fiddly, its gold exterior tarnished with age. But his father chuckled and told him that he’s old enough to appreciate that the compass is his father’s, and his father’s father before that, an heirloom to remind their sons to work hard at everything they do, and to keep their hearts on course, pointing north.

And Sakusa thinks he’s done that. He’s worked and worked and worked at perfecting his skills in his chosen sport. He’s accepted his solo course, so laser focused on carving out a career in professional sports leaves little time or space for intimate relationships. Not to mention the fact that watching the disaster of Atsumu’s early years of marriage from the sidelines, made him swear off similar heartbreak for himself.

But there are times when he can’t help but feel a little lonely - when he has to struggle to find a date for MSBY events, when he has no one to celebrate the holidays with, when he goes home every day to his neat, cold apartment with space for only one occupant.

The compass in his heart creaks. It starts to turn a few degrees just off-course.

‘Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to get married?’ he asks her as he’s walking her home that night.

‘I did, once upon a time’, she shrugs carelessly. He misses the sudden strain in her smile. ‘Why do you ask?’

He stays silent for a while, the length of the quiet street giving him time to properly ferment his response. He considers the effects of adding splashes of colour to his dull life, weighs it against his long cultivated instinct to avoid the potential chaos of any emotional entanglements. He finds himself suddenly craving the sweetness of cream cheese frosting, and wonders how it’d be like to come home to light, fluffy cakes baked by her hands.

When they reach her apartment block, she tilts her head at him curiously, obviously awaiting his answer. He tugs his words together, strings his swirling thoughts into a decipherable sentence.

‘Because Atsumu and Kaiyo seem happy together. And I wondered if we’d be happy together too.’

He watches her puzzle over his words, her brow furling into a confused frown. ‘And I wasn’t proposing, by the way’, he feels the need to clarify.

She snorts. ‘I didn’t think so.’ With a directness that he very much appreciates, she looks at him squarely and asks - ‘Are you asking me out, Sakusa Kiyoomi?’

He meets her gaze. ‘Yes, I am. We’ve known each other for a decently long time for me to conclude our personalities are well matched, and we’re both mature adults who respect each other’s work schedules and commitments. And if you don’t mind that I can be overly blunt and quiet sometimes - ‘

‘ - which I don’t’, she interjects, with a chuckle.

‘I think we might be happy together’, he concludes, with a small smile that’s becoming more common in her presence.

He allows her the space to turn his proposition over in her mind.

‘Alright’, she finally says. ‘I guess we can give it a go’.

So much for Atsumu accusing him of having a heart made out of tin. Flesh and muscle works overtime to pump blood into his cheeks as she slots her fingers between his and gives his hand a squeeze.

Being in a relationship isn’t too different from what they had before.

They still keep to their standing date to meet every Tuesday (schedules permitting, of course). But now he doesn’t have to make up excuses to ask her out on outings that aren’t food related. At first he tries his best to adhere to dating norms, arranging for romantic dates at candlelit restaurants, buying her massive bouquets that make her sneeze.

‘It’s fine, Omi’, she tells him gently after they spend another uncomfortable evening in a dimly lit restaurant eating off plates too large for the laughably tiny food portions. ‘I’m happy just hanging out with you. You don’t have to go out of your way to impress me, I’m not holding on to any ridiculous expectations of you’. He stops after that, glad he doesn’t have to suffer another night trying to decipher which utensil to be used at which course, or having to put on starched formal wear to yet another stuffy restaurant.

She’s noticeably happier when they accompany each other on trips to the supermarket, each holding a stack of coupons to take advantage of the latest deals. She shields him from any overly zealous obaa-sans with gusto, throwing elbows and using her grocery basket as a makeshift battering ram before they crowd close enough to him to trigger his anxiety. He helps her reach for things on the top shelf ‘to prevent her from scaling the grocery shelves like an overgrown teenager’ , he snarks. He’s worried his attempt at teasing lands wrong, but she snorts and thanks him good naturedly anyways.

On the weekends, they develop a habit of meal prepping for the rest of the week at her apartment. His kitchen lacks the fancy mixers and blenders that she has, and in all honesty, his dark, spartan apartment lacks the sunlight and warmth that spills into her apartment from the windows, so it’s only logical that they should spend the bulk of their time there. It’s an oasis of calm for him, chopping vegetables and chicken into small cubes, sautéing them for the week ahead, while she bustles around whipping eggs and flour and milk together to form another delectable cake that they always end up sharing at the end of the day.

He starts to dread matches away from home a little more than he used to. While hotel rooms are as spartan as his own apartment, he doesn’t have the option of heading over to her apartment to bask in her quiet warmth. His meals come in styrofoam boxes instead of the glass tupperware she stacks on her kitchen counter, and he turns up his nose at store bought cakes that his teammates offer him, only craving for those baked in her oven. He even starts looking up to the stands for a glimpse of her, only to remember that she can’t be there to cheer the team on.

‘Cheer up, Omi-omi! We’ll have a home match next week’, Atsumu tells him jovially.

‘It doesn’t matter either way to me’, he mutters resentfully, but the setter only grins.

‘Trust me, it matters a great deal to have the girl ya love cheering ya on, y’know?’

He stalks off to the changing room, ignoring the peals of laughter from the blonde annoyance he leaves in his wake.

The tight coil of loneliness only loosens when he sees her waiting for him at the station when he returns. She ignores his protests to snag his suitcase away from him, the case looking comically large against her small frame, but she uses it effectively as a tank to force a path through the crowd, and drag him back to her apartment in no time.

‘You need a home cooked dinner to make up for all those industrially prepared food you must’ve been eating this entire week’, she tells him, bustling around the kitchen, only stilling when he takes her shoulders in his hands.

‘Are you happy?’ he asks, when he cups her face to carefully brush the dusting of flour on her cheek away.

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ She laughs, the sound fond.

‘Just checking in’, he tells her, closing his eyes as she pulls him down towards her for a kiss.

All in all, it’s a happy, uncomplicated relationship. He likes it that way.

If his heart were a compass, he’d suspect it’s broken because instead of pointing north, it starts to inch inexorably towards her.

But there are strange quirks he notices about her that niggles at his brain.

She refuses point blank to check out the planetarium when she attends an event held at the adjacent Art Museum as his date, professing to have an irrational dislike for stars.

‘They’re just balls of burning gas and light ’ , he points out. ‘What could you possibly have against them?’

There’s a flicker of irritation in her eyes that he does not miss. ‘I know it’s stupid but just humour me, ok?’ Her tone verges on a snarl, before she storms away, ostensibly to the bathroom to freshen herself up.

She returns later with an apology for her behaviour. Though he’s confused, he respects her privacy and does not push for an answer.

He’s at her apartment preparing meals for the week ahead when the doorbell rings and an enormous bouquet of white lilies are deposited into her arms. She stares dumbly at the flowers, their sickly sweet scent permeating the air.

His brow furls. ‘Today isn’t your birthday, is it?’

His words jolt her out of her trance. ‘No’, she answers, before inexplicably storming to the living room and dumping the bouquet with a vengeance on the coffee table. Pollen flutters to the floor, delicate white petals crushed in her hands.

‘It’s nothing’, she tells him as he shoots her a questioning look.

When she disappears to the washroom, he peeks at the card. There’s no name on it, just a simple message - ‘consider it, please?’

He doesn’t question her about it when she returns to the kitchen. She doesn’t offer him any answers either.

He finds himself wondering about them.

It was refreshing at first to have a relationship free of any expectations. She never asks for more than he’s willing to give, seems happy enough to slot herself into the pockets of time he offers, only attends his games when he gives her tickets, doesn’t get upset with him when he inevitably forgets to text.

But therein lies the issue, doesn’t it?

If she truly likes him, wants to pursue a relationship seriously with him, shouldn’t she be demanding more than the crumbs of affection and attention he shows her? They’re both past the age of thirty, shouldn’t she be looking to get married and settle down, maybe spawn a demon child or two?

He’s tried raising it with her once, but she responded with confusion.

‘I don’t have any expectations of you, Omi’, she’d replied. ‘We both have busy lives, so whatever you’re willing to give, I’m happy to take’.

There’s technically nothing wrong about her answer. It’s wholly considerate and kind - very much her.

Still, it makes him wonder - if her heart were a compass, would it point towards him?

He manages to hold his tongue until she gets another delivery of flowers.

This time he opens the door when the doorbell rings, assaulted by the heady scent of lillies, pollen smeared on his sleeves. This time, there’s a name on the card.

Oikawa Tooru .

It takes a couple of seconds for him to realise why the name is so familiar. It’s the same name Hinata and Kageyama used to buzz about every Olympics - the famous Argentinian setter who started his career as a schoolboy from Miyagi, a prodigious setter who never made it to Nationals in high school, refused to give up and forged his way to success in a whole new land, continents away.

‘How do you know Oikawa’? He asks her. ‘And why does he keep sending your flowers?’

‘He’s just an old acquaintance,’ she admits. ‘He’s just sending the flowers to persuade me to attend his wedding.’

His forehead crinkles in confusion, and he tries his best not to leap to conclusions, but since she doesn’t seem to be forthcoming with further clarification, he presses her further.

‘And why won’t you attend his wedding?’

Her shoulders slouch in obvious reluctance as she turns away, focusing her attention on the mixing bowl. But Kiyoomi isn’t easily deterred, so he firmly takes the mixing bowl from her and sets it on the countertop. He raises an eyebrow at her, clearly seeking an answer.

She huffs a sigh through her nose. ‘Because he’s getting married to my ex-boyfriend, ok?’

He blinks. That was unexpected.

‘It happened half a decade ago. Ancient history. I’m over it.’ She mutters to the floor.

‘Why didn’t you tell me about it?’

‘Because it’s none of your business’, she snaps, grabbing the mixing bowl again, beating the batter with a vengeance.

‘You’re going to ruin the texture if you whisk it too hard’, he tugs the bowl away from her again. She refuses to relinquish her grip.

‘Leave me alone!’ she snarls, yanking the bowl back. Confused by her sudden fury, he lets go of the bowl, only for her to stumble back, eyes wide as she loses her balance, knocking her head against the countertop.

He drops down onto his knees, not even noticing the batter soaking into his pants, combing through her hair, scouring the back of her neck for any sign of injury. It’s only when he’s satisfied that her fall has resulted in nothing more than a bruise that should go away by tomorrow that he notices her tears soaking the front of his shirt.

‘Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?’ he asks, wiping her tears away with a batter splattered thumb.

She hangs her head, body still shaking from her sobs. ‘I’ve already made such a mess of things – don’t want you to have to listen to my nonsense – am just bein’ stupid, that’s all - ’.

He patiently waits until her sobs dissolves into mere sniffles before speaking. ‘I want you to tell me what’s wrong. If you’re up to it.’

So through more broken sobs and hiccups, he listens to the tale of Iwaizumi Hajime, a boy who was her world, who only realised he was always in love with Oikawa Tooru, a fortnight before she and he were to wed. Her voice wavers as she tells him the full story of the white lilies, explains that her irrational dislike for stars stems from the reminder that she chose to give her world up to a boy-king burning brighter than the stars in the night sky combined.

He waits until her words run out, and she’s leaning against him, broken and pliant in a way that makes his heart ache.

‘I wish you told me about it earlier’, he tells her, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear. ‘That you would trust me enough to tell me about the things that hurt you in the past. And I wonder about the state of our relationship if you don’t even trust me enough for that’.

‘That’s unfair. You never asked - ‘

‘How could I ask about something I didn’t even know about?’ He takes hold of her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. Hurt and anger and shock simmer in her eyes, each swirl of emotion fighting for dominance.

‘I didn’t want to expect anything more from this relationship than you were willing to give’, she admits after a pause.

She’s scared of being hurt again. He doesn’t miss the subtext.

‘Shall I tell you what I want from you then? I have a list, if you’re willing to hear me out’ he asks, with a smile that’s growing more common the more time he spends around her.

She nods, but keeps her gaze stubbornly on the ground.

He takes his time to choose his words. He’s never been verbose - not like Atsumu or Bokuto or even easygoing Motoya, choosing to only say what is strictly necessary, using the precise amount of words, nothing more, nothing less. But this is a situation that requires more emotion rather than precision, so he inhales a shaky breath, letting it fuel the sentiment in his heart as he exhales.

‘First. I want you to trust that I’ll never hurt you like he did’, he says, and with a self-deprecating smile he adds - ‘I don’t have any childhood friends to be secretly in love with besides Motoya, and I’m hardly going to be pining after my flake of a cousin’.

That triggers the corners of her lips to tilt upwards, and encouraged, he carries on.

‘Second. I want you to be open with me about what you want - your dreams, your expectations of me. I want to hear them all because you’re important to me.’

That makes her flush pink, and she sneaks a glance up towards him.

‘Third. I want to wake up each morning with you by my side and come home to you every night. I want to watch you fight cranky old ladies in the supermarket in my honour, be the first person to taste test all your baking experiments - even the failed ones that are only fit to feed Atsumu. I want us to be happy together. Forever, if possible.’

He lifts her bodily into his lap, brushes his nose against her cheek. ‘Now that I’ve told you what I’m willing to give, is that too much for you to take?’ he murmurs against her lips.

Her blush blossoms into a deep scarlet, but her eyes are iridescent pools of startled delight. She doesn’t speak, sealing her answer instead with her lips.

His heart’s compass is irretrievably broken, the needle melted into place. It doesn’t point north any longer, no – it’s always going to point towards her.

They move in together after that.

He gives up his apartment, professing to prefer the warmth and light of hers. The Miyas help him move in even when he tries to refuse their help, Atsumu helping him to lug cardboard boxes up the stairs, Kaiyo helping him sort out his belongings, sorting them into his allocated cupboards.

When they’re done, they order pizza and she bakes a cake to celebrate. ‘An impromptu housewarming’ she says, toasting Miya Kaiyo with a slice of pepperoni pizza with a laugh.

Kiyoomi shares a slice of chocolate cake with Atsumu in complete defiance of their nutritionist’s advice, jostling forks over the very last bite. She and Kaiyo scold them teasingly, telling them to behave like they’re actually thirty and not teenagers on the cusp of adulthood. Atsumu pulls at Kaiyo’s ponytail in retaliation. He refuses to engage in similar tomfoolery, reddening instead when she reaches over to ruffle his curls.

‘This is nice’, he remarks to Atsumu later, when their significant others are out of earshot, gossiping and giggling about something or other.

‘It is, isn’t it’, Atsumu replies, a dopey smile on his face as he stares at his wife.

It truly is , Kiyoomi thinks, staring at her.

He takes over most of the cleaning, it clears his mind, he tells her. So to split the chores evenly, she insists on doing their laundry and cooking, and he doesn’t even nag her too much when she forgets to split the white and coloured clothes and stains some of his shirts once in a while.

Wedding invites printed on expensive cream paper and bouquets of white lilies start to litter their doorstep every day. He tries his best to dispose of them before they reach her sight, but every so often, he comes home too late, catches her wilt as she brushes white petals from their doorstep.

‘I don’t blame either of them’, she tells him, after he asks if she’d like him to call Iwaizumi and tell him to drown himself in a vat of batter, thank you very much.

‘You’re too kind to both of them’ he says plainly, as they share a pot of tea, his head pillowed in her lap. ‘I would’ve just set them both on fire and left them to rot.’

‘Hajime loved Tooru for almost all his life - I just wanted to see him happy in the end. Argh - I sound so stupid and sentimental like an old grandma, just laugh at me already’ she complains, hiding her burning cheeks in her hands.

‘You aren’t stupid for being kind.’ He hums, quiet and low. ‘It’s why I love you so.’

He relishes the soft light dawning in her eyes, captures her whispered affection with careful fingers, spins them into gold.

He has to turn off the stove to answer the door when some rude lout bangs on their front door far too early on a Sunday morning.

With his coldest sneer and thinking resentfully about his breakfast, Kiyoomi swings the door open, fully intent on looming over the disturbance with his full height, but takes a step back instead when he finds one Iwaizumi Hajime hanging off the door knob.

‘Hello’, Iwaizumi looks up at him confusedly.

‘Hi’, he nods a greeting back at his old Olympic team trainer. They stare at each other.

‘Eh - I think I’ve got the wrong house’, Iwaizumi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Sorry about that, Sakusa-san.’

He’s about to close the door in Iwaizumi’s face when her voice chimes in, clear as a bell.

‘Who’s at the door, Omi?’

The shorter man shoots him a look of barely contained rage as he uses his bulk to push his way through the doorway towards her. Kiyoomi tries to stop him, protesting that he can’t barge into someone’s private property without an invitation like that, but it’s as futile an endeavour as trying to block the path of a raging storm.

Iwaizumi reaches her first, raising a hand as if to cup her face by instinct, before letting it fall back limply by his side. ‘You weren’t answering any of my messages or calls’, he says. ‘I was worried about you.’

She stares at him blankly for a moment. Then fire sparks in her eyes.

‘Well, as you can see, I’m completely fine’, she replies, jaw and fists clenched. ‘You don’t need to do a welfare check on me, we’re not involved anymore.’

The scorching pain in Iwaizumi’s eyes is evident, even from a distance away. ‘Yeah. Well. I thought we were friends. You didn’t even tell me you were dating again’. He shoves his hands in his pockets, tossing another heated glance in Kiyoomi’s way.

‘I didn’t think I needed to update my ex-fiance about my love life, especially not when he’s trying to drag me to attend his wedding that I already said I’m not going to attend’, she bites back.

Iwaizumi opens his mouth, then closes it with a resounding snap. ‘I’m sorry’, he says, with heartbreaking honesty. ‘I told Tooru that you probably didn’t want to hear from us, but he insisted and I got worried when I didn’t hear from you for months’.

Kiyoomi can see her glare soften into molten sympathy. The tension in the air crackles with electricity. He’s neither blind nor stupid – he can sense the years of longing and love not quite lost between them.

He thinks she loves him, Sakusa Kiyoomi – weird habits, cold disposition and all, but the doubt clogging up his arteries and veins is enough to make his heart seize – and if she’s going to break his heart, he’d much rather she not do it in front of Iwaizumi.

‘Hajime - ‘ she begins to say, and at this point he jumps in -

‘I’ll excuse myself so you both have the chance to catch up’, he says, waving aside her protests as he slips on his shoes. Even in his haste to leave the house, he clicks his tongue at the mess Iwaizumi left behind at their genkan , kneeling down to arrange their shoes, only standing up when he’s satisfied they’re neatly arranged back in place.

‘Omi, you don’t have to leave’, she says, holding the door open.

He shrugs his shoulders at her, nose and mouth already obscured by his usual face mask. ‘Let me know when you’d like me to come back’.

If she’d like him to come back. She doesn’t chase after him, after all.

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, but the golden sunshine feels more like a taunt rather than a balm to his mood. His stomach growls, making him long for the scrambled eggs he was in the middle of frying before he was so rudely interrupted, but his growing sense of nausea keeps him from seeking out an alternative meal.

Instead, he makes his way to the park, sits on a relatively clean bench. There are couples a-plenty, strolling around hand in hand, families picnicking merrily around him, compounding the growing chasm of loneliness in his chest. He tries to count the seconds by his breaths, tries not to let the minutes expand the insecurities crawling, inch by inch up his throat.

He sits alone. Poised, yet short of breath.

He wonders if Iwaizumi Hajime has finally figured out that stars, for all their brilliance, cannot compensate for their lack of human kindness. And if so, he wonders which direction her heart would point towards if it were a compass - whether it’s as broken as his, and whether it points towards Iwaizumi or him.

He waits.

Then his phone buzzes.

Ah.

She’s asking him to come home. He does not dare to overthink the meaning of that single word. But he does not hide that his steps back home are lighter than when he left, though the key in his hand shakes so hard it takes him three tries to fit it into the keyhole. He does not try to suffocate the seed of hope budding in the soft earth of his heart when he realises Iwaizumi’s shoes have vanished without a trace.

“Omi?”

She’s waiting for him, slipping warm arms around his waist, tangling her fingers in his curls, ignoring his complaints about letting himself wash his hands first.

‘Am I silly for missing you, even though it’s only been an hour?’

He refuses to be distracted by the affection in her voice.

‘But what about Iwaizumi?’ he frowns, hesitation still poisoning the well of thoughts in his mind.

Perhaps it’s a testament to how well they’ve grown to know each other that she doesn’t need to read the silent subtext of his statement. She smiles, bringing his palm flat against her chest, does not answer until his pulse matches the steady beat of her heart.

‘I love you , Omi’, she tells him. Her heartbeat does not quicken, her smile does not waver. ‘You told me not to long ago to always be upfront with you about what I want so I’m going to be honest with you now - Iwaizumi is only ever going to be my past, and I want you from now on’.

If her heart were a compass, the steady beat of her heart tells him, it would point only towards him.

‘That is – if you’ll have me’, she adds, a shadow of doubt suddenly appearing on her face.

‘Don’t be ridiculous’, he scoffs, burying his nose to breathe in the familiar scent of vanilla in her hair. ‘Who else would I rather have than you?’

Who else would he be lucky enough to call his home – a woman with a heart large enough to fit a whole ocean within its depths, with kindness in her eyes and mirth in her smiles.

She laughs in spite of the salt in her throat and water in her eyes, leaning on her toes in a vain attempt to reach his face. He lifts her into her arms, laughs when she squeals indignantly as her feet only find air, toppling them both onto the couch where he can seat her between his legs, press kisses to her cheeks.

She’ll tell him later that Iwaizumi came looking for her because he’s never outgrown his overprotective streak, and he’s truly happy for her - for them, because they’ve both moved on with their separate lives. And she ended up agreeing to attend his and Oikawa’s wedding on one condition – that an invitation is extended to him, Sakusa Kiyoomi, to attend with her as his date.

He’ll tell her later that he’s happy to attend the wedding with her, just not to expect him to smile in any wedding pictures. And more importantly, he’ll tell her in his plain way that the list of expectations he has of their relationship has expanded yet again.

He’ll lay out his dreams of a pair of matching golden rings to bind them to lifelong companionship, of hellspawn of their own and a dog, maybe two.

He’ll ask her if it’s too much for him to ask of her.

She’ll tell him that she’s willing to give him everything he asks for and more.

It’s Miya Shino’s ninth birthday party.

He’s retired from volleyball proper, and is thankful he insisted on getting a business degree from Chuo University before going pro, because it comes in handy working alongside Kuroo Tetsuro at the volleyball association.

Miya Atsumu insists on inviting him to the party, though he supposes he’s invited not by virtue of being a former teammate, but because he’s also Shino’s uncle by marriage now. The thought that he’s related to Miya Atsumu, however distant and most definitely not by blood, still fills him with dread.

The birthday girl is a little less imbued with her father’s chaotic energy this time, though she still squeals when her birthday cake is unveiled – though to be fair it’s less a cake, more a tower of cupcakes with cream cheese frosting spelling out her name.

‘Thank you Auntie!’ Shino cries, flinging her arms around her. Kiyoomi flinches at the sight of anyone, even his nine year old niece, coming in close contact with his extremely pregnant wife, but a sharp glare from her subdues any complaint he dares to make.

He fusses over her the minute he has the chance to corral her away from the clutches of Miya Shino. ‘Are your feet hurting? What about your back? I don’t know why you insist on walking so much when you know the doctor said you should be on bed rest soon’.

‘Stop fussing, Omi! The baby and I will be fine’, she replies, exasperated. ‘This is the last social event scheduled before I pop and I’m determined to enjoy it while I can.’ Then she scuttles off faster than he imagines her frame allows, leaving him floundering in her wake.

‘Just let her be’, Miya Atsumu laughs, slapping his back. Kiyoomi is on the verge of pointing out - pot, meet kettle, reminding Atsumu that the last time Kaiyo was pregnant, Atsumu didn’t stop fretting until she went into labour and delivered a healthy baby boy. But then he remembers the grief etched into Atsumu’s face when Kaiyo miscarried in the stands during a game, so he holds his tongue and rolls his eyes instead.

‘I’m just worried she’s pushing herself too hard’, he admits in a rare bout of vulnerability.

Atsumu smiles, genuine for once. ‘Those crazy women, eh? They’re always gonna drive us up the wall, but they’re worth every minute of it.’

He looks at her, belly swollen with their first child, peach blossoms blooming in her cheeks. His past self would never imagine that he’d find this much joy and contentment in being a husband and a father, but then again his past self was satisfied coming home alone day after day to a cold apartment. He knows better now - life is so better when he has her, sharing stories of their day of over steaming mugs of tea at their kitchen countertop, listening to her hum as she bakes treats for the weekend, warmth and laughter and love abound in their cosy apartment for two, soon to be three.

So feeling vaguely drunk though he hasn’t had a drop of alcohol in the months since she whispered during their anniversary dinner that they were expecting, Kiyoomi laughs aloud.

Atsumu lifts his eyebrows in surprise.

‘She really, really is’, Kiyoomi says, breaking into an unguarded smile.

If you wanna know more about the backstory of the reader - check out The Astrophile, and if you wanna know more about Miya Atsumu’s relationship with his wife, check out Storm Chaser.

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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years

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Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

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Golden Touches

Summary: Everyone is born with marks that turn gold when your soulmate touches you. How could meeting someone for the first time turn into meeting your soulmate? (F!Reader x Tsukishima Kei)

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: sorry for getting this out late! I don’t think this is my best work as it’s the first thing I ever wrote for Haikyuu but here it is!

My Masterlist

Posted: March 26 2020, 6:15 PM EST

(Pic that inspired this)

Everyone was painted with colors. Each individual was their own canvas that had splotches of paint splattered across their skin that almost looked random had you not known what they meant. That’s how your parents explained it to you, at least. When you’re born your marks are black which are how most people’s are, but when a specific person touches them they turn gold; this specific person being your soulmate. The marks were where the hands of your soulmate would touch you for the first time. The most common mark people had was small streaks on their hands or arms where their soulmates hand would graze their skin temporarily, some had their palm painted black along with the shadow of fingers on the back of their hand, and some even had a hand print or knuckles painted on their cheek where they’d inevitably be hit. Everyone’s was unique to them, and they each held their own future story.

You stated at your marks everyday, always wondering if today would be the day they’d go from black splotches to lovely sparkles. Your marks were much less generic than most, a large handprint angled with the tips of the fingers towards your shoulder splayed across the front corner of the base of your neck, your collarbone, and the top of your chest. It was rather unusual and the way it was positioned made it seem like they’d be behind you which confused you even more. You were happy to have a unique mark as it made the moment you’d meet them feel more special, but it constantly left you wondering about the conditions of when you’d meet, what situation you’d be in where that would be the first place someone would touch you.

It was a rather warm day as it was nearing summer so you’d left the top buttons of your uniform unbuttoned and let your jacket slip off of your shoulders and hang loosely around your elbows. Your eyes lazily skimmed over the crowds of your classmates, jealously spiking in you every time you saw someone with gold splashed across their skin instead of black. Very few people met their soulmates in high school and you envied those that were so lucky as to do so.

“Y/n!” You look up and find Yachi waving a hand in front of your face. “Can you come with me to the volleyball practice after school?”

“Hm? Why?”

“So we can work on the project after school,” She reminded you and you inwardly cringe at the mention of it, “We still have to finish it before tomorrow.”

“Sure, I’ll be there.” You answer, watching as a wide smile crosses the blondes face.

“Great, see you there!” She waves before heading down the stairs and getting lost in the crowd.

A heavy sigh leaves you as you pull out your phone and put in your earbuds, clicking on your playlist and letting the noise of your favorite song fill your ears. You did your best to ignore the stares of others as you made your way to the cafeteria, though you always knew they were there. You’d gotten used to being stared at by people who were examining your soulmate mark but it never made it any less annoying. You’d had some of these “admirers” come up from behind you and not so graciously lay their hand on your chest trying to match up to your mark, always landing a slap to the face after they did so. You didn’t know how many times you’d had to tell them off that it couldn’t be justified just by what they claimed was curiosity but it never changed anything.

“Hey Y/n, what’s up?” Hinata asks with a small wave.

“Hi Hinata, Kageyama.” You greet, slowing your pace for a moment so they can catch up to you. “I’m gonna be at your practice today.”

“Why?”

“Yachi and I have a project,” You reply “what, do you not want me there or something?”

“What? No!” Kageyama exclaims making you and Hinata laugh.

“Calm down I was joking.”

The three of you continue to poke fun at each other all the way to the cafeteria, especially you and Hinata making Kageyama mad as it was easy to do so with the quick tempered setter.

“Do you two ever stop fighting?” Another voice says as they approach your table. You turn around and find two boys, one a very tall blond with glasses and an annoyed look on his face and the other a more timid looking boy with green hair and freckles.

“Who’s that?” You ask your friends as the new boys sit down.

“This is Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.” Hinata says, “They’re on the volleyball team.”

“Hi!” Yamaguchi greets with a welcoming smile, “nice to meet you.”

“You too.” You reply with similar smile.

The other boy, Tsukishima, doesn’t say anything, only glances at you before looking back at his food. He seems like to be the quiet type, his silent judging stare would probably warn off anyone else but you found it amusing. Your eyes scanned them for their soulmate marks, finding them after a few moments. Yamaguchis was mostly covered by the sleeve of his shirt but you could slightly make out the edge of a black mark around his wrist and on the back of Tsukishimas hand you could see a smaller black hand print, the mark going around the side of his hand so the thumb was on his palm.

“Do you make a habit of staring?” The blonde asks, making you look up from his hand as he pulls it away, hiding it out of sight under the table.

“Curiosity’s natural.” You shrug in response, smirking when his expression flashes to shock before he covers it with slight disgust. He clicks his tongue, his eyes temporarily flashing down to look at your mark before he looks back to his food.

After lunch your evening classes dragged by, none of your teachers words sticking to your brain as you watched the clocks hands slowly tick by. Finally after what felt like hours the last bell rang and let you out of your final class, filing into the stream of students exiting the school. As everyone else left you stopped at your locker, leaving your books inside before heading towards the gym where volleyball practice was held. You stared down at your phone as you walked so you couldn’t see anything else around you, the world around you practically lost to your senses.

“Watch out!” A voice yells, forcing you to look up and see a volleyball flying towards you.

You freeze up as the ball cuts through the air, your feet planted in the ground though you knew you should move out of the path of the object. You’re suddenly yanked to the side by someone who was behind you, your phone being knocked out of your hand and to the ground by the sudden movement. Their hand was firm on the front of your body as their arm was crossing your body having pulled you into themselves just as the ball slams into where you were standing seconds before. Your hand flies up to grip theirs, your heart pounding at the close encounter.

The person behind you quickly retracts their arm making you turn around, surprise taking on your expression as you see who’d saved you.

“How could you be so stupid as to not move out of the way of the ball flying at your face?” Tsukishima asks with a scoff, leaning down to pick up your phone. You were about to snap back at him, a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue though it’s quickly lost when you see the once black hand that was on his had turned gold.

“Are you just gonna stare at me again?” He scoffs as he reaches out to hand you your phone, his eyes widening when he sees a flash of gold on your chest.

Almost simultaneously you look down at yourself and he looks at his hand before you look back at each other’s marks and finally at each other.

“No fucking way.” You whisper to yourself, seeing the shocked look in his eyes.

It’s dead silent between the two of you for what feels like a lifetime, his hand still holding out your phone as you both try to figure out something to say. How could he be your soulmate when you’d only met this morning? Had the universe somehow made a mistake?

Tsukishimas eyes bare into your from behind his glasses as for once he finds himself at a loss for words, trying to piece together how this was his soulmate. He doesn’t know you. There was nothing forcing him to talk to you or start a relationship solely based off of the marks. Yet,

Yet there was something pulling you towards him. Something in you was drawing closer to him, taking your hand and dragging you along. There was some part of him that had sparked something in you, and whether it was just the surprise of your soulmate marks or it was a genuine feeling, you found yourself giving into it, a smile crossing your face.

“Tsukishima, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” He responds, still processing what had happened, “You’re the weirdo duos friend.”

“It’s Y/n. We’re...”

“Soulmates.”

You both smile.

“Soulmates.”

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