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somemydayy · 2 years

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Human Desires

Warning: Stalker au! mention of accident, murder and loss of significant other at the hands, of stalker izaya

Izaya’s hobbies was manipulating and messing with people for his own entertainment. A skilled underground information broker, settled amidst the sleepless city streets of Tokyo, Japan.

The broker, had a infinity for attracting broken or lost individuals. Like many that encountered and sought out Izaya, you also had a strained relationship with your peers, and family. But unlike the many that he coherent into a pact with false narratives and manipulation you seemed unfazed, almost immune to his ploy in extorting your current situation. He was surprised when the topic never came up. But by now it had been years, and you stated no interest in such dealings.

You lived a mediocre life yet you wished to live, honestly and it baffled Izaya to no end. You just wanted someone to talk to, and Izaya fit the bill. You regularly chatted with him online, about your day. You started telling him all about your life that brought about the notion of seeking out someone trustworthy to confide in. And your luck ran out when you believed Izaya was someone you could put your total trust in.

All your dirty little secrets, he knew them by heart. How you came from a wealthy family. How your father was estranged with the Awakuzas dispute being a powerful figure head in the political scene. How you ran away from home at the age of sixteen because there was talks of a arranged marriage. How you got far as Saitama before you were dragged back home by your father’s henchmen. How you got estranged in a color gang war, by just being at the wrong time and place. How you were kidnapped in your final year of high school by human traffickers, and were saved by kyohei and the van gang. But most importantly how, your boyfriend was involved with illegal dealings that subsequently left him comatose, at Raira general hospital.

How despite living a very sad, pathetic and miserable life you seemed content just to see the sun rise. How you were just content to live another day, and honestly; your positive go lucky attitude set off something within the information broker. But as such luck would give, it soon was lost when he found out you were out in ikebukuro cozying up to that monster, shizuo.

And this just want’s except-able , this was just something Izaya wasn’t gonna let slide, oh no; it was far from alright. So he decided he was going to pay you a visit, regardless if you liked it or not.

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The only source of light came from the shallow lights bouncing off the street lamps. The atmosphere was chill. He was crossing the street, stalking toward you. The tips of your ears flushed a bright red, and your chest caved with a slight tug. You chewed on his lower lip in anticipation and your body froze under his predator gaze.

“Sir— I’m sorry, but we’re closed.”

“Ahh that’s to bad, I was really looking forward to trying some of that delicious coffee you make, (Y/n)-chan.”

“Oh sorr— wait do I know you?”

“If I recall correctly this is our first time meeting.”

“Then, how do you know my name?”

“I have my ways.”

“So tell me darling (Y/n)-chan, how’s that boyfriend of yours?”

“Wha— who exactly are you?!”

“Aww why so surprised, sweetheart?”

The atmosphere was rigid. You stilled your sights upon him, who was towering over you. The words that were so heavily engraved in his mind overflow with curiosity and suspense slipped off of his lips, out onto the world.

“On your way to the hospital (Y/n)-chan? Why do you even bother? You know, he’s as good as dead.”

A underlying uneasiness settle in the atmosphere, and the deafening beating of your heart drove that sensation into hysterics. A wide grin which was cast across his face, exhibited his amusement. His eyebrows scrunched up together, and his eyes held a predator gaze.

“I made sure of it.” He says in a taunting tone, as his lips quirk up into a sickly smile.

As he spoke all you could hear was the pitter patter of the rain, against the window. He held a crimson soaked blade within his grasp. As he walked closer to you, he clasped down on the bloody blade; and began sliding it against your cheek. Ready to strike down his prey at any time. His teeth lingered on his bottom lip, chewing in anticipation with the thrill of a mad man.

He leaned against the doorframe, and tilted his head to the side, and nestled his bloody blade harshly against your cheek before trailing it down your exposed neck.

Izaya soon caught a glimpse of your now tear stained cheeks, the crimson dust against your ears, the trembling of your fingers and knees. You was absolutely terrified of him, and izaya was living for every minute of it.

“What, don’t tell me your unhappy about it?” He gives you a sad look for a second, before returning back to his almost inhuman behavior.

“Tell me something, exactly how long was the poor bastard gonna last sick in that hospital bed? A day? A week? Maybe a month if he was, lucky.” A maddening grin stretched across his lips, and then he let out a taunting laugh.

“And you? Tell me something, just how long were you going to wait by his bedside? Like the good obedient girlfriend you are— were? Where you going to nurse the poor bastard back to health? And for what? For him to drag you into his dirty dealings or worse, for you to end up dead in a ditch? You see, my sweet (Y/n)-chan. I just couldn’t have that slimy bastard continue to taint your innocence. I couldn’t ever, no— never, in a million years let that happen.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you felt all the color drain from your face. Your fingertips trembled in horror at the sight before you. Paralyzed in fear, the only thing you could do was stare back at his staggering gaze in pure terror.

“Why— are you doing this?!” The only thing you could focus on now, was the craze look in his eyes, and the way his lips twisted into a maddening grin before uttering a blood curling laugh.

“I simply love humans, and you my sweet (Y/n)-chan, you’re my absolute favorite.”

“Wha— what your saying makes absolutely, no sense whatsoever! You— your absolutely insane!”

“I suppose that’s true, but who really cares.”

Because this time around the target of Izaya’s sinister obsession is, you. And he won’t stop at nothing until he has you for himself, even if that means exploiting, betraying, torturing and eventually driving you to hysteria. Izaya doesn’t care in the slightest, because nothing else matters now that he has you. And that’s all that really matters.

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This is somewhat of a continuation of a previous work, please enjoy :)

Part 1: I simply love humans

Part 2: Human Desires

Part 3: Strange Addiction

Part 4: Game of Cat and Mouse

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#drabble #image #scenario #anime #drrr!#drrr izaya #izaya x (y/n)#izaya orihara x reader #izaya orihara yandere #yandere x reader #durarara #durarara izaya

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fuckmesaitama · 2 years

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I just…. Had a lot of hopes for Sai after this MA arc was over…

He had just barely been there in the manga throughout the MA arc. It had him so sidetracked for the other heroes that needed their own time to shine. Sai is heroic too… there’s so many side chapters, the DSK aftermath and audios, that established that his heart was still in the right place, (still is but now it’s not enough? so how long before this issue was to be brought up?) and though, with time, getting too strong made him react even more slowly to people’s problems than he would have before I think and recently, this exact thing has been questioned quite a bit and his aloofness has also been stressed on a lot more throughout this arc. That’s one thing the arc was consistently bringing up.

Then they finally register that point and you hold your breathe, thinking things will be changing, albeit painfully, and then they take it away too. The characters are just back to the usual. I’m the one left feeling dumb and numb after everything. Him not forgetting everything was the one last thing I really hoped for. And I don’t know if this is the right word to express it but this is indirectly downgrading his most charismatic aspect: his personality. And I’m still astonished that they are actually doing this. Brutal much, ONE? We’re really going below the respectful bar. And I’m really scared about this new way they’re seemingly viewing him and his role and so how they’re gonna portray him in the upcoming events.

And now…. Sai neither gets to keep his character development even after the plot shoved it in our faces again and again about him being listless through all this mess, but we ALSO don’t get those parts where anyone witnesses him fight. We don’t know if mini BS and Rover will even be there. Instead Blast gets the credit. Like… I don’t know anymore! What am I supposed to do? I even have doubts if I can keep looking forward to what little I’ve waited for so long even in the upcoming arcs! And I have a fear that they yet haven’t had enough of making Sai act like a clown as they did him so much for a war that lasted one day? So there’s high chance they’re gonna keep making him act like that on top of shoving the “recently growing just-rolling-with-what-happened aspect” of his. Comedy is fine but having these two things go on hand in hand WHILE actually wiping away all the self realisation makes me wonder if they’re using Sai for jokes as well as serious moments where his ways can be trusted that carry actual value or they want to turn him (even his character) into JUST A JOKE the more we go on. Such a massive downplay. How did his tendencies change like that in a day, ONE? What about the Saitama I knew for all the weeks in the world before this?? Why mock Sai like that, ONE, why?? I feel so fuckin cold inside after seeing this chapter.

I truly TRULY feel restless about what they plan to do with him. These aren’t good signs. Istg ONE. I’m literally gritting my teeth in fury.

They better register this in the upcoming arcs even tho they tried to sweep it all under a rug this time.

There really was some beautiful things that happened in this chapter as well (though Genos is kinda worrying me) but I can’t stop worrying about these things in the long run….

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scary-senpai · 2 years

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So, my friend John—who, despite being my muse & all-around second brain when it comes to writing OPM fic and meta stuff—has been anime only until recently. A few weeks ago, he decided to binge read the whole thing in three days (mostly so he could support me in my hyper-fixation projects).

John started roughly around the time when the “Dr. Saitama” scene was retconned, so he was coming to me with a lot of questions/observations when I was reeling with a lot of Feels.

We’ve pretty much agreed to disagree on Garou’s character, although of course my opinion is the best one. Because my love language is benign mischief, one of our conversations took the form of Benevolent & Consensual Trolling. He started teasing me, and I couldn’t resist teasing him back, Godfather-style. >:)

At this point, John is up to the martial arts tournament so he still hadn’t reached any new material yet. But here on Team Manga + WC, we’re reeling with emotional whiplash and questioning everything we thought we knew about where the story was going.

Friend: oh my God, Garou is the absolute worst.

Me: We have known each other for many years, but this is the first time you’ve come to me about the manga for counsel or insight. I can’t remember you even mentioning the manga, even though you’ve had my Shonen Jump password for months. But let’s be frank here. You never wanted my opinion. And you feared to be spoiled.

Friend: he’s dumb and his point is dumb.

Me: I understand. You found paradise in the anime, you had a good laugh, you saw some good fight scenes. There were sales and the risk of leukemia was low-to-moderate.

Friend: …I… wait, what? Leukemia? Where did that suddenly come from?

Me: There was no radiation poisoning, and you didn’t need a friend like me. But now you come and you say “Ca-Chan Garou, why are you like this?” But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer me friendship. You don’t even think to read my blog posts. You come into my house on the day my blorbo’s character arc is to be retconned and you ask me to explain Garou’s character—without giving away spoilers!

Friend: His actions are erratic and confusing.

Me: That is not confusing, that is character development.

Friend: [[gives side-eye]]

Me: Look, you just have to keep reading the manga, okay? A lot of important stuff happens right after the shack scene, especially in terms of Garou’s character development.

Friend: I dunno... I’ve never read the manga for any of the shows I watch… I just worry it would spoil the anime.

Me: [[turns away in frustration]]

Friend: so… like… is Garou just crazy, or…?

Me: [[cold silence]]

Friend: I’ll take that as a yes, then. He’s just crazy.

Me: John-senpai, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you’d simply read the chapters I sent you, you’d be playing OPM-Bingo with us this very day. And if by chance an honest man like yourself misread a few manga panels, then your headcanons would become my headcanons. And then, we could be wrong together.

Friend: …you’re really gonna go out of your way to make this conversation weird, huh?

Me: I am incapable of making conversation that is un-weird.

Friend: Point.

Me: Some day, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to record a podfic with me. But until that day, consider this a gift because oh my god I have so many feelings about where this story is going and you’re the only one who understands me—

Me: [[proceeds to DM 10+ blog posts about Garou’s character arc whilst carefully cropping out spoilers]]

Again, he’s benevolently trolling me with my consent because I trust him, and, you know, riffing off of each other to write silly things is just how our brains work best. I wouldn’t entertain the same thing from other people. If this were coming from, say, an internet stranger, I probably would have asked a rhetorical question (“Can I lovingly ask why you come to me with this, when I’ve explained multiple times that this is my favorite character?”) and politely ended the conversation from there.

#one punch man #opm #garou #my writing #texts from my senpai #i'm in such a weird mood you guys #john i know tumblr scares you but if you're reading this #you get to be saitama and i'll play genos <3

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passerine-writes · 1 year

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Silent Sparks - Volt 7

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, sad Mic Word count: 1504

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 6 | Volt 8

A few days had passed and Shinsou actually felt like he was home for once. Like he was safe through the night and not fearing for his life. He might be okay at the house he was brought to.

I think I want to stay here and try being your foster son.

"Okay. We can make that happen, but we're going to need more details so we can make it happen." Shinsou fidgeted on the couch, not knowing what exactly to approach.

What details do you need?

"I'm going to need the names and address of your last foster parents, I'll make a call to a friend and get you taken out of their custody legally. It may take a few days for everything to be processed but they should allow you to stay here since their foster license will get revoked and ours is still authorized. My friend is a detective, he might have to ask you a few questions but he can do it here rather than at the station." Shinsou nodded along, silently anxious for what's to come.

Is he gonna be crappy because of my quirk?

"He's quirkless, so if he was then I would be shocked." Shinsou shrugged and nodded, more relaxed knowing he wouldn't be berated or attacked.

Anything else I should be ready for?

"If you're comfortable, we'd like to get you into therapy too. That doesn't mean you have to go on medication like Onryo, but it's something you should utilize if you have it available." Shinsou slowly nodded along. He could see why, considering the couple knew how little he had slept in the last three days.

So what do I call you two?

"You can call us our hero names, our surnames, our name names or Dad and Pops. It's up to you little listener."

Okay. Do I have to talk to the detective. Like, verbally speak? Or can I sign?

"You can sign and one of us can interpret. It's up to you and what you're comfortable with."

What school am I going to be going to? I haven't been in the last few weeks, and I think Saitama is a little out of the way from here.

"If you'd like we can get you in Onryo's class." Shinsou nodded quickly, wanting to be with the only person he would know at a new school.

They live in Saitama. They kicked me out the first time in January. I'll write down the information for you.

"Okay, I'm going to call him. You three wait there, I'll come back with an update." Aizawa walked out of the room and dialed the detective. "Tsukauchi, I have a report to file."

"Aizawa? Is everything alright?"

"I have another kid at my house, he's been staying here for a few days because we didn't know where his legal foster parents were but I have another abuse and endangerment case. And I'm looking to adopt this one too." Tsukauchi let out a breath, shuffling heard in the background.

"I'll be right over." The line went dead and Aizawa went back to his family.

"He'll be here soon." The three nodded, one more anxious then the rest.

Shinsou's mind filled with all of the worst case scenarios. How the detective might act, how his new foster family might feel or think about him after they knew his past. How his honesty might cut his time short at the only foster home he's felt safe at so far.

"Hello Shinsou, I'm detective Tsukauchi, it's nice to meet you." The kid nodded towards him in acknowledgement. "And Tsukare, nice to see you again." The other waved with a soft smile. "You're looking a lot better since the last time I saw you, how've you been?" Tsukare fidgeted in his place, having it be a weekend, he didn't take his meds so he was a little scattered and having a hard time sitting still. So he brought his fidget cube.

"I've been pretty good, how have you been?" His voice was regular, but that itching feeling in his throat from having to use his quirk was starting to bother him. His dad noticed him rubbing his throat and used his quirk to grant him even just a fraction of relief. Shinsou looked over with wide eyes, not having seen parents be so understanding and normal about quirk related accidents, let alone helping them.

"I've been well, thank you for asking. However let's get to business, Shinsou is it alright with you if I record this to bring back to the station?" Shinsou shrugged, indifferent to the question but gave a thumbs up. "Alright, for starters, you are not obligated to answer any of my questions. If you need a break, tell us and we'll take one. If you wish to stop, then we stop. I understand you use sign language, so you can either verbally speak or sign and have someone interpret."

I'll stick with sign language.

Aizawa interpreted for his carbon copy, Tsukauchi nodded.

"Alright, Eraser here relayed the information for me so I just have some follow up questions. Did they ever mentally or physically harm you?" Shinsou scoffed at the seemingly ridiculous question.

Pretty much all of them do. This is the first house I've been to where the parents don't expect me to be their butler or reprimand me for minor inconveniences.

"What do you mean by reprimand?" He watched as Shinsou retracted a bit, not making a move to sign anything for a moment.

Depends on what I did. Sometimes it would be no dinner. Other times it would be physical. If it was because I accidentally used my quirk I would get a muzzle put on me and it would get physical.

"What happened the last time you were there?" Shinsou watched precariously as Tsukauchi took notes in a notepad.

In January I got kicked out, ended up staying on the streets for a few weeks until an officer brought me home. They played their little nice act, tried acting nice to me and then locked me in my room for a few days. A week or two ago they kicked me out again, but this time they dropped me off in Yamanakako instead of around Saitama and left after putting a muzzle on me. They put it on extra tight and it was hard to get off. Told me to never come back and that I have a villainous quirk. Told me how it's my fault that nobodies going to want or love me.

Mic wanted to hug the poor boy, however he refrained from doing so. He could tell the kid was already on edge about everything and he didn't want to risk making it worse or just making him uncomfortable.

"Is there anything from the house that you would need or like? When we arrest them, we can have Eraser or Mic bring you over and grab anything you might want to get." The child nodded, looking a little more relieved. "It looks like we're done, I'm just going to go talk to Aizawa and Yamada in the kitchen then I'll be outta here." The kids chatted amongst themselves in the living room, Hitoshi wondering if it was similar for Onryo when he had to give a statement. "Alright, I'm going to talk to my higher ups and get this done as soon as possible. I'm going to be leaving him in your care. However I'm going to assume you've both noticed these things already but with the dark circles and bags under his eyes, he definitely has insomnia, or at the very least, trouble sleeping. He's also disconnected himself from what's happened, not letting himself feel how he should which is a trauma response, so he does have PTSD. He also may have depression, so I suggest getting him into a therapist at some point. Wait for my phone call and with any luck, he'll officially and legally be your foster son in a few days." Mic nodded along, Aizawa silently following. These were both things they already knew and noticed but hearing it from a different person made them feel sure they were on the right path.

After shopping therapy and moving the music instruments from their designated room down to the basement, Shinsou was set up in his own room. It was a weird feeling for him, to feel safe and comfortable, not afraid or like he had to walk on eggshells. He felt like this was okay.

It didn't take long for Shinsou to officially be handed over to the couple. Nor did it take long for the boys to completely feel like brothers. After adjusting and starting school, staying up late at night together, the two felt as though they'd known each other for years. The two felt like they finally had a family.

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sunfish-studies · 3 years

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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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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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pigletxpoohbear · 3 years

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Hi can I request Headcanons for Genos from One punch man with a big crush with a gender neutral person, but keeping his feelings for himself because he wants to get his revenge before getting into a relationship (also ecause he's confused and never been in love before).

Also the person he's in love with is supper affectionate and motherly towards him. If you are ok with it. Thanks 😊

So this is going to have Genos’ POV, which will have triple spaces with an asterisk to mark the beginning and end of it. It was specifically asked for gender-neutral so that’s what it will be this time. This was also really fun to think about cause I always wondered what it would be like if Saitama had a neighbor instead of living in City Z by himself. Also, thank you guys for all the requests it’s been really fun to think about these and write these for you guys!

You were Saitama’s neighbor and you’d often bring him food for breakfast and dinner. You’d bring him lunch if he wasn’t out fighting monsters during the day. You started this routine after he saved you from a monster that was planning on eating you. You closed your eyes waiting for your end and it never came instead when you opened your eyes there was green slime all around you and a man in a yellow and red costume standing in front of you. You recognized his bald-headed man as your neighbor (who had hair a few days prior) and you wanted to thank him in any way possible and you realized he really liked your cooking. So, he keeps the building safe and in exchange you keep him fed. Simple. Or so you thought.

You saw (more heard) Saitama trying to kill a mosquito. A few hours later he came back. Naked, but back. The next morning you began making him breakfast when you heard someone outside. “Sensei!” No one comes to City Z because of how many monsters roam around out here. You found this interesting, but you knew that Saitama never hangs out with anyone except you occasionally. Later, you were about to knock on Saitama’s door to give him his food when you heard, “So I’m bald--what’s your problem?!” And you burst out laughing. Saitama opened the door knowing that you were outside now and probably with food. “Y/N stop laughing!”

When Saitama opened the door he saw you and didn’t know what was happening. He’s heard music before, but for some reason, your laugh sounded like the most captivating song he’d ever heard. You looked like an angel the way the sun had shown on you. He felt like he was malfunctioning. “I’m sorry Saitama, but the way you yelled that was too funny. I only came over to give you breakfast, but I’m glad I made the trip when I did. Oh, I didn’t realize you had friends over.” “Well, I feel like he’s gonna be here a while so I might as well introduce you. Y/N this is… uh… Gene?” “Genos.” “Yeah, Genos” “You’ll have to forgive Saitama, he won’t properly remember your name for a few days.” “Okay.”

Saitama doesn’t usually have people over other than you, but it’s nice seeing a new face especially here. Well, a new face that doesn’t want to eat you that is. But you have to admit Saitama’s friend is really handsome and seems like a pretty interesting person, but he’s probably as busy as Saitama as well. You probably won’t get to know him as well as you’d like to. “It was nice to meet you Genos! I’ll be on my way, Sai.” “Bye Y/N,” Saitama and Genos say in unison and you go home. “I wonder if I’ll see him more often? *sigh* I can only hope.”

It’s been about 3 months since you first met Genos and two of you have become quite close since meeting. You and Genos talk about plans you have for yourselves and talk about funny things that happened and how you met Saitama. You make him breakfast and dinner just like you do for Saitama only difference is that every once in a while he comes over to your place to eat and on a couple occasions stayed the night (because Saitama won’t let him in), but he’s more than welcome to come over whenever he likes to, which he does all the time because just like you, he loves spending time with you. He sometimes helps you cook breakfast and or dinner and is very helpful when portioning everything out, especially when it comes to making sure you get a fair amount of food instead of giving most if not all of it to him and Saitama.

“You need to eat to Y/N.” “Oh, I can just make myself something small. You don’t have to give me a bowl Genos. Besides you and Saitama need to stay strong to keep our homes safe.” “You mean to keep you safe. I couldn’t care less about a building, but I’d care a lot if you died. I don’t have my biological family anymore, but I have you, Saitama, and the Professor. Saitama can handle himself, which is why he’s my teacher and the Professor is far away from this. You’re the only person that I feel the need to protect and take care of and taking care of you means making sure you’re eating properly. So, here’s a bowl.” Saying that you were blushing was an understatement. You were redder than a red setting on an led light. “Uh… thank you, Genos.” “Of course, are you okay your face is red? Do you possibly have a fever?” “No! Could you just take these to Saitama? Thank you, Genos!” You slammed the door and he went over to give Saitama his food. “Ah, the food’s ready. Yum!”

Genos and Saitama ate in silence for a while before Genos started thinking about you. “Sensei, I think Y/N might be sick.” “Huh, why do you say that?” “We were talking and they suddenly got really red. The moment I said anything about it they pushed me out and shut the door.” “Genos. What did you say to Y/N exactly, but in fewer words.” Saitama knew that you had a crush on the robotic young man, but usually you were very subtle or didn’t let it show at all. So to hear that you looked like a beet (you looked worse, but he doesn’t need to know that) was surprising. “I told them that I care about them and that I need to protect them and I’m not here to keep the building safe, but to keep them safe.” Saitama was trying so hard not to laugh at Genos, but he couldn’t help it there were times he was oblivious, but this was just embarrassing. “I’ll go talk to them before I say anything to you about what I think. With that Saitama left to your place.

Unbeknownst to the other, you both were saying the same thing...

“I wonder if they like me?”

#one punch man imagines #genos one punch man #genos x reader #opm imagine #opm headcanons #one punch man headcanons

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psychewithwings · 3 years

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Take Care of You: Yandere Saitama NSFW

@perpetuallyobsessed

Babes... you mentioned this ages ago in my comments and I’m just getting to it now, sorry for the wait :( but I hope you like ;)

WARNINGS: 18+ , NSFW, Yandere! , CHEATING (yall don’t do it in real life, just read about it), squirting, fingering, oral sex (receiving)

Saitama had been sitting on your couch listening to you rant about your boyfriend for the last twenty minuets. “I just don’t understand how he thinks he can just blow me off like that?” Most would be annoyed that the person they were madly in love expected them to listen to them talk about another guy but Saitama loved it. He loved hearing you call him names and talk about how much you hated when he got like this.

Saitama had met you a few months ago, you were a friend of Genos... how he made friends so easily with everyone Saitama could not understand. But he was instantly fascinated with you. While Saitama looked around and found everything dull, you found the world awe inspiring and exciting. You’d been in this relationship for as long as he had known you, and Saitama loathed your boyfriend... for no other reason than he had the one thing that made him feel alive. Not to mention Saitama thought any man who treated you like less than royalty was scum.

“I just think my relationship has been falling apart for a long time and maybe...” you paused and tears brimmed in your eyes, “maybe it’s time to just let it go.” Saitama’s heart skipped a beat. He leaned over and put his arm around your shoulder. “I think you deserve to be happy,” Saitama said, pulling your head against his chest to hide his beaming smile. “Th-thank you,” you said and nuzzled into his chest. No was his chance. He pushed you away from him and then tilted your chin up to where you were looking into his eyes. “I can make you happy,” he said. “Wh-what?” your eyes grew wide in surprise and he took your hand gently. “You deserve to be treated like a princess,” Saitama eyes darkened with rage, “he forget’s about you, he leaves you alone for too long, and there’s consequences to that.” He released your hand and began to stroke up your thigh. “Does he take care of you?” he asked and looked up at you as you stuttered for a response. “I-I guess, he gets groceries when I ask...” you trailed off as Saitama began to laugh. “I meant, does he make you cum?” His hand stopped at the top of your thigh and your breath hitched, the blood pooling low and making you feel things you hadn't for a while. You could feel the sweat collecting at your brow, a sudden rush of heat surging through your body.

You looked away. It was embarrassing to admit that your boyfriend for years still hadn't succeeded in making you cum. Saitama turned your head back to facing him. “He hasn't, has he?” he smirked and you shook your head. “Well I bet I can make you cum, is that what you want?” Saitama looked at you, waiting for your consent. He was possessive and jealous and wanted nothing more than to claim you, but he wanted to hear that you wanted him.

His grip on your thigh felt too good and the way his fingers were digging into your flesh had you squirming in your seat. “Please Saitama, please.”

He smiled then flipped you on your back. He kissed your lips softly, your tongue rolling over his, which surprised him but he returned the gesture. He ripped your T shirt from your body and threw the tattered cloth to the floor. “Fuck baby, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he said as he tore your bra from your body. “You’re so beautiful,” he said staring down at your exposed breasts. He kissed the soft flesh, using his tongue to tease your nipples. You sigh into his touch and grind your hips in slow circles against his body. “So responsive... and all for me,” he growled and moved his way down to your hips. He sucked wine colored marks into the skin and smiled, pleased with his work. “Now he’s gonna know that you don’t belong to him anymore.” You’d been so lost in how he was making you feel you hadn’t thought about your boyfriend. You pushed Saitama up and looked at him with a serious expression. “I- this isn’t a good idea, he could come back... a-and I don’t want him to see.”

Saitama moved to your neck, palming one of your breast, “but didn’t you say that he was going to be out for hours with his friends?” He nipped the shell of your ear, “don’t you want this?” The truth was that you really did. Your boyfriend was so distant and hardly ever touched you and when he did it was a quick and self-centered version of sex, often leaving you frustrated. You liked Saitama,he was a good listener and horribly honest, but you always knew where you stood with him... but now, he was staring at you with darkened hungry eyes. “Yes,” you replied, your arms circling his back to pull him closer. “You’re gonna have to say it,” he said, still teasing the sensitive parts of your neck with soft nips and licks. “I want you, Saitama please.”

Hearing you say his name was intoxicating, like a drug. Your pants were ripped from your body, and there you were laying in your underwear. Saitama dragged his fingers along the cloth of your panties, feeling the slick that was bleeding through the thick fabric. He pulled at them, creating friction against your clit. “If I’d known you looked this good, I wouldn’t have waited so long.” And with that your panties too laid in the pile of disheveled fabric. He kissed up your thighs and to your hips, licking over the purple splotches he had already sucked into the skin. He moved back down, kissing your thighs, moving ever nearer to where you needed him but he was going to make you beg. You whimpered in frustration which made him elated but he needed more. He licked a stripe just above your clit and relished in the sigh you gave. “Saitama, please, I need you so bad,” you breathed.

That was all he needed to hear and with that, he pressed his tongue inside your dripping cunt. “You taste good,” he said matter of factly before he resumed tongue fucking you. His thumb moved up to play with your clit. The way he brushed against it was soft but inhumanly fast, almost as if it was vibrating right there. You came almost instantly and he delighted at how you responded to him, how you responded to him better than your stupid now ex-boyfriend. He pulled his tongue away and pushed two finger inside you instead. “Now that I’ve tasted your cum, I wanna feel how tight your pretty little pussy can squeeze my fingers.”

He quickly found the spot inside you that made you writhe. He loved seeing your face contort in pleasure at his doing. He stroked that spot with the same speed that he had thumbed your clit with. You squealed at the new sensation of the fast pace and pressure he was putting against you. “You must like this, you’re so tight, baby” he prompted. It was difficult for you to even speak, it felt so good. “Y-yes, I love it.” Saitama relished in the fact that you said love, not like. He pulled at one of your nipples just to watch your face change and hear your pretty sounds. “So pretty, and all mine,” he said, more to himself than to you, but you had heard him. “I’m all fucking yours Saitama,” you sighed.

A strange sensation was building up inside of you, something that you hadn’t felt before. “I can feel you’re close,” he said, smiling devilishly. “I’m s-so close... please don’t s-stop,” you begged. He laughed, almost maliciously, “Oh I won’t stop, for any reason,” he leaned down and kissed your cheek, then your lips, but he sat back up, a crazed glint in his eye. The need to see your cum face in all it’s glory had overtaken him but he could still hear the keys in the door.

The pressure was too much for you and as you squeezed against Saitama’s fingers a white hot pleasure washed over you. You gushed clear liquid all over Saitama’s hand, the couch, and yourself... just as the door swung open.

Your boyfriend walked in to see you on the couch, writhing beneath another man, having one of the most intense orgasms of your life. You looked to the side, your breath ragged and a fucked out expression painted your face. Your boyfriend didn’t say anything but he looked hurt. The rage was boiling in him and he threw his things down at the threshold of the apartment before he approached Saitama.

Saitama heard him yelling, and he saw the fist coming towards his head. But he laughed, and simply blocked the blow... but that alone sent your boyfriend to the floor. Your boyfriend’s crumpled form on the floor mixed with the fact that Saitama’s fingers were still pressed inside of you, had him smiling wider and feeling more alive than he ever had. He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you whining at the empty feeling.

Saitama walked over to the man on the floor. He picked him up and placed him in the hallway of the apartment building. The man was nearing towards unconsciousness, but he was awake enough to hear what Saitama wanted to say. “You snooze, you loose.”

With that Saitama closed the door to your apartment in his face. He returned to where you lay and he placed a hand over your heart, “you won’t ever feel neglected anymore, you’re mine now, and I’m yours.” He picked you up in his arms, “mine” he whispered and kissed the top of your head. You snuggled into his arms as he carried you towards your bedroom. “Thank you,” you whispered, though you were still too fucked out to know exactly what you were thanking him for. For protecting you? For loving you? For making you cum harder than you ever have? But he seemed to understand even if you didn’t. “I’m gonna take good care of you,” he said and then placed you on the bed.

#one punch #saitama #one punch man #one punch drabble #drabbles #egg man #i need a hero

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the-nysh · 4 years

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Forward: this is gonna be another one of those cursed™ observation posts, but somebody’s gotta document it! even I’m not blind to what Murata’s been doing lately! (Some can probably already guess where I’m going with this, but hey, now it’s time to clinically provide some further character visual evidence~)

Sonic’s 🍑 has competition?!

HUH?! Alright, so I originally thought and quite frankly assumed Sonic was the Reigning Champion in this department, as joked about in many fanworks and as canonically depicted (from ch44):

Right? That seems pretty typical and expected of Sonic. No surprise there. Ok, but now let’s look at Murata’s most recent drawings of Sonic to compare (ch78 and 87 bonus ch):

Hmmm?? 🤔 Seems...a little different? I knew Sonic lost some weight from the whole cooked monster cell fiasco, but…something else feels off here, like his body type or proportions have changed. He’s looking more compact with muscle and less curves for one thing. (His serious training paying off?) To compare, here’s Flash (+bonus Tatsu) with more of that classic curvature (ch94 bonus):

(Well now, that’s pretty fabulous, heh.) So…what’s happening here? Is Murata’s style and/or his tastes evolving in certain ways in this department??? Cause it’s not just Sonic whose sculpted definition has been affected. We’ll need more character examples from the other main guys to find out!

Saitama (ch44, 61 bonus, 75, 85, 89). Looking impressively solid and sturdy as a hard-boiled egg should! (Especially that last one.) As expected of sensei~

Plus we can’t forget these iconic paired panels (and how Murata draws the difference between muscle and metal, ch21 and 84/85 respectively):

Which brings us to Genos (+bonus Fubuki, ch44, 64, 80, 83, 93):

Alright, alright! Murata’s certainly not shy about defining his form in the nude, but gosh is there a stark ramrod difference in body type between him and Fubuki! :O

And lastly, that leaves us with Murata’s poster boy and Reigning Champion in the backs department, Garou (ch89, 90, 93, 126, 129):

Wait, what. HUHHHH??? (I said backs, not...omg Murata, what you doin?!) It seems ever since Murata put him in a skin-tight body suit (or less), he’s been gratuitously defining more of Garou’s other uhh, assets to show off the rest of his entire backside too. (Murata’s thirst is so transparent~ Also since when the heck did current Garou gain more shapely curves than current Sonic?! What! Is this an equivalent exchange thing for gaining speed?! Just scroll back up to compare with the bottom 4 examples here; I’m still shook in disbelief too.) Funnily enough, Murata’s even self-aware and savvy enough to literally refer to it as ガロ肉 (Garou meat)! Ahhh! And to top it all off, here’s some fabulously fitting fanart by mmonsterbones. I’ll leave it at that for all the visual evidence, and your mileage may vary on who’s the current and/or preferred standout here, but nevertheless, Murata’s noticeably up to something when it comes to drawing these guys’ 🍑’s lately and it shows!

#opm #sonic #garou #saitama #genos #commentary #murata pls #long post #this is that cursed compilation i was debating on even posting (but here!! *throws this outta drafts*)#collecting caps for other photosets i reread sonic's recent chs again and i was like wait a sec...#*compares with past sonic and now current garou* ......no...way....murata is this some equivalent exchange happening or what?!#had to grab pics of everyone else just to make sure...now i'll leave it all to speak for itself

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metalbatandzenko · 4 years

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Thoughts on Garou firsthandly witnessing Badd's soft sides at home when he's off-duty, or how Badd are very skillful on every house chores, have excellent knowledge of proper table manner or etc, basically being the Best Housewife™ despite his appearance as super tough delinquent for public image? Also, thoughts on Zenko being proud&happy that finally there's someone else beside her who can appreciate Badd's soft sides? I'm thirsty/craving for any soft domestic Batarou+Zenko thoughts 😳🌸

GOOD SHIT

...ok so this got way longer than it needed to be dkjhflksjdhf listen I love soft shit and also I got sidetracked and basically am writing a ficlet for this now sjdlljhlk

Heads up this is gonna have some webcomic spoilers, but nothing that like. You probably couldn’t guess based off the story (spoiler alert Saitama is gonna beat Garou)

So my guess is this would happen pretty much immediately after Garou flees after being defeated.

I (as well as a few other people) believe that Badd being added to the final fight for the Monster Association/Garou means he’ll likely come to Garou’s defense when the heroes want to kill him.

If that’s the case, when Garou flees, Badd would become one of the few people who might be a potential ally.

Because realistically, what is he going to do after this? Where is he going to go? He can’t go back to Bang, most of the heroes would kill him on sight, Saitama might not want to kill him but Genos would probably report him to the HA, Tareo is a child...Metal Bat, for all his aggression and the fact he doesn’t actually like Garou, is probably his safest bet.

Granted, it’s still a long shot, but he’s really got no other options.

And listen. The Hero Association needs to keep its information locked away better because he literally saw Metal Bat’s home address on a post-it in a hallway when he was going to the HA for the meeting with Sitch.

So he runs to this nondescript apartment complex and breaks in waits for Metal Bat to either kill him or help him.

(Sidenote he is so lucky that Zenko was not home or did not come home before Badd got there)

He hears a high pitched voice and the door creaks. And here’s Metal Bat, limping, walking hand in hand with Zenko, who is berating him for escaping from the hospital, and putting himself in danger again, and then going and challenging a dragon level threat one on one and no, she does not care that he’d previously fought him, what was he thinking?

And then they see Garou. And the broken window.

And Garou’s no longer on his feet because Metal Bat tackles him, holding his bat to Garou’s throat

And like yeah, Garou really can’t blame him for that because Garou was beating the shit out of him like twenty minutes ago and is the reason Metal Bat is so beat up

So yeah, maybe he lets him hold his bat to his throat even though it would be embarrassingly easy to disarm him given how injured the hero is because to be fair, he broke into their apartment.

Of course, Zenko’s the one who intervenes, reminding her brother of their no violence rule.

Metal Bat tries to argue back, but Zenko is adamant, reminding her brother that last time Garou stood down for her, and that he felt strongly enough about Garou having some good in him that he defended him from the other heroes.

So he begrudgingly stands down, but tells Garou if he tries anything it’ll be the last thing he does.

With that, he gets off of Garou’s chest and opens up a cabinet full of bandages and ointments.

Because “if yer gonna be stayin’ here, we better patch ya up.”

Which. Comes as a shock to Garou because he’d been expecting at most Metal Bat tolerates him and lets him crash for like. a night? But Metal Bat is planning on patching him up????

And all of a sudden Garou is very aware of how attractive Metal Bat is. And the fact that he’s about to be tended to by this Very Attractive Boy. Who is looking at him without any hate? What the fuck??

Hello Gay Feelings. Haven’t seen you in a while.

(Badd is in a similar boat. He’s just better at playing it cool than Garou, who is Bright Red. Zenko sees through both of them.)

Garou gets patched up by this grumpy ass hero who is grumbling the entire time, and he’s aware of every finger brushing on his skin

Badd is also very aware of it and is doing his best not to like. Chastise this human menace for getting hurt, because he really shouldn’t care and it’s not his business that the dipshit got hurt especially since he hurt other people

And Garou’s trying not to think about this attractive guy meanwhile Zenko is seeing a Golden Opportunity to get her brother a boyfriend

And so after her brother patches up Garou, her brother turns to ask her to patch him up and she’s gone.

So Garou’s just like. “You. You want me to patch you up?”

And normally Badd would say no but he is pretty beat up, and he’s tired as all hell, and Zenko’s nowhere to be found, so he accepts.

And every time Badd winces, Garou apologizes quietly because there’s really no getting around the fact he’s the reason Badd’s so banged up.

And Badd realizes that he never gave Garou his name, so he just. Says his name and Garou’s like. “Am I doing a bad job?”

And Badd’s like uhh. No Badd is my name dipshit.

So Garou is really trying not to insult his name because this guy is being very kind for someone he beat the shit out of but. Badd? your name is Badd???”

Anyways Garou finishes patching up Badd and Badd kind of gives him a gruff thank you and walks off to get some water, and listen. Garou’s body’s basically gone through like seventeen marathons in the past twelve hours, so he passes out the second Badd’s out of sight.

He wakes up a few hours later in a panic because he can’t remember where he is, but he recalibrates before he can make a ruckus. So he’s lying on their couch (which he definitely wasn’t sitting on before, which means Badd placed him on it) with a hello kitty blanket pulled up to his chin that he could only assume Zenko put on him.

He stays completely still and just listens to the sounds of Badd and Zenko in the kitchen. He can just make out their conversation:

“How’s th’hero hunter?” “He’s sleeping. Poor thing. He has to be exhausted.” A pause. “Are you planning on turning him in Niichan?” Badd hummed. “Nah. He doesn’t have any fight left in him, or at least, none that’ll see him beatin’ up heroes. What he needs now ‘s rest an’ a friend.”

And Garou can see Badd and Zenko in the reflection of the TV and he sees Badd cup Zenko’s cheek and press a kiss to her forehead and he’s...shocked?

Like of course he knew Badd and Zenko were close seeing as Badd risked his life to keep a promise to her, but such seeing such open, gentle affection coming from the guy who threatened to crack his skull open is jarring.

It’d take Garou a while to really open up to Badd, but Zenko takes a shine to him right away, and Garou gets a kick out of her “take no shit” attitude. She might be ten, but she is definitely Badd’s little sister.

He ends up letting her do his hair and nails, and when she does, she’ll tell him stories of things Badd did, or stuff they do together.

And the more time he spends with her and the more he hears about Badd, the more he grows to care for the two, until he basically becomes a second cat (read: a roommate who doesn’t pay rent).

He’s also 100% got a (unknowingly) reciprocated crush on Badd. Zenko’s just biding her time.

#headcanons #metal bat #garou #zenko #batarou

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saitamaandmanakoblog · 3 years

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Manako’s PTSD: The Hero Training Test: 1/2

Remember all the fan-made fiction of Saitama and Manako is not in order so good luck with that.

“Hey Saitama do you want to come to Hero Training with me?”

“Nay I’m good, if they give you any trouble call me ok.”

“Ok, bye Saitama, I love you~”

“Love you too Manako.”

Manako hugged Saitama before she went out

Time Skip

Slowly, the Metting Room started to trickle in, and a few attempted to make small talk with the other heroes. She sighed when she realized that the minister is was going to be late.

“Hey, Manako!” Child Emperor grinned. “You’re the one my friend talked about, right? ZombieMan is his username!!”

“Yeah.” Manako smiled softly. “My Username name is FlashLight.” She explained. “He told me to keep a lookout for you. Sorry it took so long. I’m kind of socially awkward.”

“That’s fine, ZombieMan is, too.” Child Emperor grinned. “Is it ok if I ask you some questions, Manako?”

“So, Manako!” The Green hair girl, leaned towards her, cutting off whatever Child Emperor was going to ask. “I have to ask. What’s your Powers?!”

“My… Powers?” Manako blinked. Didn’t they…? Oh. She didn’t tell them. She opened her mouth to affirm that her powers is a literal flashlight when Sweet Mask decided to be an ass and do it for her.

“BL?! Ha! That little Monster’s power is literally a flashlight. She’s basically useless. I have no idea how the fuck she managed to get into A Class.”

“Flashlight?” Child Emperor echoed, confused.

“Gee, thanks a lot.” Manako threw SweetMask a tired glare, startling the blond. “But yeah, I’m basically a Flashlight. I still managed to become a hero same as the rest of you. So doubt me if you want, but just know that underestimating me will not end well for you.” There was a glint in her eye that made the heroes falter.

“I think it’s so cool! A Monster and you still got in?!, you’re incredible!” Child Emperor grinned, taking Manako aback.

“Um… what?” She blinked. She’d been so ready for the teasing and discrimination, already having built the wall around herself in preparation… but… what?

“Yeah!” Dark Shine grinned. Watchdog gave her a thumbs up.

“I think you’re very brave and definitely someone I wouldn’t underestimate on the battlefield. If you could take down those monsters while saving civilians , then you must be a force to be reckoned with.” Metal Bat.

“Though I gotta ask, how did you beat them?!” Child Emperor was literally bouncing in his seat.

Before anyone could say anything else, The Minister strode in, making Manako stiffen. Oh Phew it’s just the Tester guy or TG for short.

( I have no idea what’s the staff’s name is so the random mister guy is going to be the Hero Tester.)

After the TG explain the rules Manako smirked. This was going to be fun.

Flash Forward

Okay, scratch that. This was going to suck. Test Guy had put her up against SweetMask of all people. Manako didn’t know how, but she had a feeling that it was either on purpose, or a ‘unlucky accident’. Either way, her TG looked happy with the matchup. She supposed that Tester Guy simply thought that the two were friends since they went to same zones to help a bunch of random civilians at at that time, but…

Manako was not an idiot. She knew he had weak points and faults just like everyone else. He was just better at hiding them. Can’t look at something ugly—specifically that monster who easily beat up Sweet Mask and the roof started collapsing—and the important sparkles that came out of him? But there is one problem SweetMask has a strong hate towards monsters thereafter was something that could easily pull her into a flashback. (She hated sudden loud noises, but explosions were the worst. She blamed childhood trauma.) She knew this, which is why he tried his best to stay away from SweetMask whenever possible.

That’s why she always stay close to Saitama, she always feels safe around her BFF and Geno since most of the time she just hang in Saitama’s Pouch.

“TG?” Manako asked quietly, making sure none of her heroes would overhear. “I was wondering if I could switch opponents. I know that normally this isn’t allowed, but I have… bad reactions to certain noises, and was going to talk to Mike about working around it at the end of this week.” Manako was trying to be mature about this. She really was.

(Mike is a made up Monster Character in this universe.)

After all, she knew, logically, that this fear of hers is extremely dangerous in the field of heroism. However, that’s what Mike, the counselor, was for. He’d help Manako work through them—even if she didn’t want to talk about anything to the Ant Monster—and then Manako would be cleared to do hero work in those situations.

She was waiting until the end of the week because she knew it could pose the risk of her safety when she go out with one of Saitama’s Hero Work Trip Days, which she does not want Saitama to worry.

TG just smiled down at her. “I understand, Manako, but you cannot always choose what powers your enemies have. Even if it makes you uncomfortable, I ask that you still bear with the exercise. If things start getting out of hand, I’ll stop it.”

He isn’t taking me seriously. Manako sighed. “If that’s your final decision that’s fine by me.” I am in huge trouble!

Okay, so maybe Manako was being a little harsh. But she felt somewhat unfair and considering that the Monster Association. Tried to kill her twice. And yeah, she understood why he’d pared her with SweetMask, and even mostly understand why he thought it’s a good idea, but Monako was still bitter about the whole thing. And considering all that she’d been through, she felt that the minister chose the wrong person to do the test.

When the match started, Manako took a deep steadying breath. “Child Emperor.” The boy looked at her. “SweetMask will come after me. I’ll distract him to keep him in bay. Take this,” she passed him a small canister, “It’s a smokescreen.” He said. “Try to use it on Flashy Flash speed against him.”

“Right!” Child Emperor grinned, taking it from Manako with a smile.

“GO!”

Like a flash, Manako and Child Emperor bolted into the city’s building. As expected, SweetMask met them on the second floor, heading them off.

Manako motioned for Child Emperor to hide as he drew SweetMask attention. “Why do you hate monsters so much SweetMask?, What have I ever done to you?”

“Shut the hell up you Monsters! Why are you in the Hero Association? Are you here to spy on everyone?!”

“That’s what’s got you so mad?” Manako sighed, as she saw Child Emperor sneak up the stairs from the corner of his eye. “SweetMask. This is obviously a huge miss understanding can’t we just talk this out and be friends?.” She watched as the blond flinched.

“Like I’d ever be friends with a Monster reject like you!” He snarled, lunging forward with his all-too-familiar sharp hands.

Manako easily dodged, catching his arm pin it into the wall. It would’ve ended there if SweetMask hadn’t used his other hand to slice her up, but his free legs break through the floor and sending the two crashing to the room below.

SweetMask immediately jumped away and reared around to the offensive.

“So you’ve got some moves. So what!” SweetMask snarled. “You’re still a Monster ! You’ll gonna get killed anyways!”

“SweetMask.” Manako flinched when she hears a huge explosion went off a room above. The smell of the dust that the explosion kicked up and the sound of the ceiling crumbling at the edges of the hole that SweetMask made, but Manako nasty memories rather came right away.

Flash Back

“It’ll be alright, kid.” Aden smiled as she patted Manako’s head. “You’ll make it out of this.”

“B-but i don’t want you to die.” She protested through thick tears. “You can come with me. Saitama is a good friend he can help us.” She flinched at the sound of angry mobs of monsters.

“You know I can’t. Tell Saitama and the others I’m sorry—and stay safe, kiddo. Keep smiling.” She gave Manako a grin before standing up from their hiding place, leaving Manako essentially buried in a safe-hole Aden had dug just for her and the others so they have a chance to escape through the secret tunnels. “See ya in the next life.”

“Goodbye.” Manako smiled as best she could. “Auntie Aden.”

Manako shook his head sharply, barely dodging a blow from SweetMask. He hadn’t had to think about Aden’s death in a long time. The Ant Monsters had run out to draw the Mobs away from Manako’s hiding spot. All she’d managed to find of the ant after was few bloodstained pieces of clothing and some bone,And her minding helmet, That was it.

End of Flashback

“I know you won’t understand this, but there are bigger things for me to worry about than your point of view!.” Manako charged at him, ducking under a angry swings and dodging fierce blows.

Oh sh*t that was close!

The noises and explosion were starting to overwhelm her, and the smell of blood and nitroglycerin filled his nostrils, mixing with the scent of ash and smoke. She found that it made it harder to remember on what she was supposed to do. SweetMask kept using his hands-like glimpses of knifes and swords of the corner of his eyes.

Sometimes, when SweetMask tried to slice her with his hand, she overlapped with the image of the Miners evil boss. His red eyes glinted in malice and amusing glee, and Manako wasn’t sure if that was the hallucination or not.

Don’t kill him. The thought ran through her mind. She had to remember. This was SweetMask , not the Monster Association… not the evil boss… this is SweetMask . She pulled back, restraining herself, fighting against years of instinct screaming at her to do otherwise. She fought at only a small percentage of her power. She couldn’t go all-out. Not against her death coworkers. Not against, a fellow friend . A human child.

The two finally jumped apart to catch their breath as Manako held up his hand (a hand that looked bloody pale and was horribly dry from overuse of the slice hand technique), one finger hooked in the pin on the rope. Yellow eyes glined in bloodlust as they thirsted for his death. “You know what structure of this building is, right? Well, Monster, what’dya think these are for?”

Manako’s eyes widened in startled realization as her vision focused on the present for that moment. “The force of the channels down through the walls to the floor.…”

“STOP! YOUR GONNA KILL HER!” TG’s voice rung out in worry, and Manako heard the familiar voice of Mike in the background. Mikey? What’s he doing here?

“Only if she doesn’t jump!” SweetMask grinned as he pulled the rope pin.

If Manako hadn’t spent a decade time surviveing Saitama training or fighting a unbelievably fast and ludicrously strong Monsters, she’d would’ve actually died.

But luckily for Manako, her reflexes were insane, and she managed to dodge most of the buildings rubbles. But one caught her left leg, burning and piercing the skin. The smell of burned flesh reached her nostrils, mixing with the dust kicked up from Manako’s trap. The scent mixed with blood became unnervingly similar to the scent of a decayed corpse from the Monsters Association, and suddenly Manako was completely gone—she didn’t know where she was.

She was half-sure her mind was playing tricks on herself, but she heard some mobs nearby. She glanced around herself quickly, and slipped into stealth mode, hiding in the best spot she could find. She’d wait out the Anger Monsters—Mike and the others was smart enough to do the same. And if her friends was in trouble, Manako would plan it out. She’d go to help them if that were the case. She made a promise to the gang to keep each other safe, after all. Mike wouldn’t die. She’d make sure of it.

But she also promised Aden that she’d look after herself. So she needed to survive. “You’re doing great, Manako.” Aden’s hand ruffled her head. “You’re doing just fine. Keep your elbow bent a little more, yeah! Like that!”

She violently flung the thought out of her mind—this was no time to think of people long dead.

They will survive. No matter what.

May the Meeting Room

Silver Fang was tired. Not that that was necessarily anything new, per say, but he was apprehensive about Saitama’s friend first Heroics Test. Never once his gut feelings lie, he decided to observe TG’s lesson. It was the man’s first time testing heroes, after all, so he’d likely need a hand reigning in 19 superpowered Heroes.

He entered the observation room with TG and the remaining 15 Heroes as Blast, Atomic Samurai, King, Metal Night ready themselves for their battle. ZombieMan , personally, was against the idea of SweetMask and Manako facing one another (or a battle exercise right off the bat, but he trusted that TG had enough common sense to stop heroes for over doing it).

Something about the way SweetMask had lunged at Saitama’s Sidekick during the test before had rubbed him the wrong way. Though Manako hadn’t seemed phased by the unprompted lunge, ZombieMan could see the way she tensed around SweetMask and the surrounding. He suspected this was a case of trauma or something similar, but with no evidence there was nothing ZombieMan could do about it except do his best to prevent any further altercations.

Warily, he kept his eye on the match before him. He just had a feeling.

“Turn on the audio.” Silver Fang spoke up, startling the TG. He internally smirked—he loved scaring people when he’s on stealth mode.

“Silver Fang. I wasn’t aware that you were observing the Test today?”

“I wanted to make sure you had an extra set of eyes on these 2. They’re a handful.” He explained, and TG nodded.

“Um… how do I turn on the audio?”

ZombieMan sighed before leaning over and pressing the obvious white button with the headphone icon. Honestly, the staff should’ve made him get a teaching degree or at least. teach him in private so he will know what to do.

They listened as Manako handed what she explained was a smoke screen bomb to Child Emperor. Clever idea, but let’s see well her plan works.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long until Manako met with SweetMask , and the results were as hated as ZombieMan had feared.

“Why do you hate monsters so much SweetMask?, What have I ever done to you?” Manako worriedly asked, causing SweetMask bristle in anger.

“Shut the hell up you Monsters! Why are you in the Hero Association? Are you here to spy on everyone?!”

“That’s what’s got you so mad?”. “SweetMask. This is obviously a huge miss understanding can’t we just talk this out and be friends?.” Obviously there’s a lot of context I’m missing, here.

“Like I’d ever be friends with a Monster reject like you!” ZombieMan’s attention immediately became entirely focused on the fight. He had suspected that SweetMask’s record wasn’t as clean as it initially appeared, but 1SRanks has a lot of advantage to hide from the public eye, also noob crushers was very serious—especially for a Monster hero like Manako and Saitama.

ZombieMan also found himself appreciating the smooth form that Manako had, and his obvious expertise with analyzing. She wielded them with experience beyond his years, and ZombieMan wondered where shee’d learned to fight.

Compared to Manako, SweetMask looked like a raging fashion model with graceful and stylish appearance or manner elegance.—powerful, with strong instincts, but a lot of wasted energy and movement. Manako’s movement wasted none, and actually reminded ZombieMan he needs to improve his fighting style a little more on his Weapon.

He tensed when SweetMask cracked a hole in the floor, freeing himself from Maniko’s grasp.

“So you’ve got some moves. So what!” SweetMask snarled. “You’re still a Monster ! You’ll gonna get killed anyways!”

Zim eyes narrowed. This was a personal statement. He knew right there that both of these 2 heroes would need to talk (SweetMask for his anger and fame blindness, and for Manako is low self-esteem and trauma.)

“SweetMask .” Manako flinched as another crashing sound went off, and ZombieMan took a deep breath. He didn’t like the feeling he was getting.

And for a moment, Manako froze. No… ZombieMan’s eyes narrowed. That’s not right. This is something else… But between the shitty angle of the camera and the dust settling, ZombieMan couldn’t name what it was before the Monster snapped herself out of it.

“I know you won’t understand this, but there are bigger things for me to worry about than your point of view .”

Something’s not right. The dust settled and he could see a lot more clearly. Manako’s eyes… they were somewhat glassy and she didn’t look completely there. It was as if she didn’t completely recognize where she was beyond the fight. That worried ZombieMan. A lot.

And then something changed.

It was subtle, and the shift was one that ZombieMan only barely noticed, but Manako went from a sparring fighting style to a fighting for your life style. He caught Manako altering several moves at the last minute that would’ve been lethal (for SweetMask) if he hadn’t changed course. That was when he’d decided that enough was enough. He moved to stop the match before someone got killed, when SweetMask spoke up.

“You know what structure of this building is, right? Well, Monster, what’dya think these are for?”

“The force of the channels down through the walls to the floor.…”

“STOP! YOUR GONNA KILL HER!” TG

shouted over the intercom.

“SweetMask , if you pull that ro—” ZombieMan started, but SweetMask didn’t hear him.

“Only if she doesn’t jump!” ZombieMan felt anger well up alongside his fear as the pin was pulled and a massive crash and explosion took out the building crumbling down.

“Holly Sh*t?! Is everyone okay?!” TG asked, but ZombieMan hit a button on the panel instead while Sliver Fang worried.

“Stop the exercise! Anyone continuing to fight will be expelled.” Silver Fang promised as TG sent him an affronted look.

“I’m going to go check on Manako and The rest. Call the hospital, there’s sure to be injuries.” TG nodded meekly and went to do as told. “Hero Training has been canceled” glared at the remaining heroes , who nodded and planted their feet where they stood or sat. half of them is terrified and the other half is worried if that was of ZombieMan , then good, he’d done something right. Silver Fang though

His heart pounded in worry. SweetMask was leaning casually against a wall, acting like nothing was wrong. While Child Emperor was sitting down on the floor and Flashy Flash was looking at the crumpled building “You are going to wait for me in the minsters office. We will have a nice long discussion on why that was not okay. And the boss wants to talk to you so don’t attempt to go elsewhere, and you’ll find yourself in huge trouble.” ZombieMan glared, and SweetMask straightened in shock and nodded.

Silver Fang stayed with the 3 heroes while ZombieMan looked for Manako

Fubuki and King came down the stairs, worry evident on their faces. “So are they ok?” Fubuki asked.

“Just go back to the other heroes since this test is called while I locate Manako also can you call Saitama.” He ordered, and King and Fubuki did what he had said.

ZombieMan was good at finding people with his analyzing skills—he had to be to find the crooks and crannies lurking in back alleyways at important missions. But it was harder to find Manako for the life of him, finding Manako is really tricky. And that scared him. It wasn’t until he finally caught sight of a few drops of blood on the floor (likely from cutting herself on rubble) that his eyes focused on a deathly still figure hiding in the rubble.

Wide one eyes stared around his environment, as if tracking unseen enemies. She flinched—twitched, more like—at unheard sounds, and her breathing was almost nonexistent.

ZombieMan realized that Manako was stuck in some kind of flashback. “Bright Light.” No reaction.

“Manako.” He tried again, noticing that his friend twitched a little at the sound of her given name.

“Mikey?” ZombieMan blinked. Who the heck is Mikey? He decided not to question it right now. “Yeah, kid. It’s me.” He carefully made his way over to him. “Can you tell me where you are right now?”

“Cave Mineing. I can hear them nearby… Making a break for it would be too dangerous, though. But as long we stick to the plan we can make it out alive. Did you get hurt?” Manako’s voice was scarcely a whisper, and ZombieMan couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken to see the hardened and fearful look on her face. Just what had happened to Manako in the past? She looked like a soldier in a warzone.

“I’m okay. Listen to me. You’re at Hero Association You’re safe, it’s okay. Nobody is going to hurt you.” He kept his voice calm and soft, and the monsters blinked a few times in confusion. “There’s no one here but our gang?,But… I can hear them?”

“Hear who?”

“The anger mobs of monsters.” There was a pause. So Manako has enemies who are not only human but also monsters? “Mikey? Are the gang okay? Foapy, MooMoo… And Vend?” Are those Manako’s old friends?

“Yeah. Everyone’s okay, Manako.” He rolled with it, calling him Mikey. The monsters relaxed substantially, so ZombieMan assumed it was the right call. “Saitama is here to pick you up.”

“Saitama? But he’s…” her eye furrowed before her eyes cleared up quickly.

ZombieMan carefully placed a hand on Bright Light’s shoulder, and he found Manako’s hand grasping his arm like a lifeline. “Where am I?” She asked desperately.

“It’s Wednesday.. You just started your first Hero Test of Hero Association .” He answered quietly, and she froze for a moment before she melted into his arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” ZombieMan ignored the tears that were soaking into his coat as he held Saitama’s Sidekick . He reached up to his radio. “Silver Fang, I’ve found her. She’s hurt, but nothing life-threatening. I’m taking her to the Saitama myself.”

He then turned his attention back to the obviously traumatized monsters. “It’s all right, Bright Light. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I… I must’ve hurt my coworkers and my teammate I… I’m so sorry…”

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One Punch Man [Daddy Dom Headcanons!]

Obviously not every character is going to fit into the same Daddy archetype. So, I'll put the name, likelyhood of them being a 'daddy dom' and what kind of Daddy role they fill!

Heroes!

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Genos: 💥💥💥

-We've seen how this man takes care of Saitama, imagine how well he could take care of you?

Chance: 6/10!

- Due to Genos amazing housekeeping abilities, I dub that taking on the role of daddy would be of little difference to him. He doesn't mind your exaggerated dependency on him at all.

Daddy Dom role: The Nanny!

Type: Non-sexual!

Saitama:🥚🥚🥚

- He doesn't understand the concept much.

Chance: 1/10!

- He thinks it's pretty weird and won't hesitate to tell you so. He may tolerate the title in the bedroom, but if you call him daddy in front of anyone else...

"Hey. Stop. That's just gross. Get some help. "

Daddy Dom role: None!

Type: Ocasionally sexual!

King:👑👑👑

- Okay we all know he's into those 'onii-chan' games so if anything he's daydreamed about this. And having you come up to him, drowning in the fabric of his Naruto hoodie, asking oh so sweetly if he knew anything about Ddlg... He had to cover his nose in case any blood decided to gush out.

Chance: 7/10!

- He spoils you to ridiculous lengths. He isn't too keen on the punishing aspect, and if you do something that does warrant a punishment, it's nothing a pair of puppydog eyes can't fix. Although that manipulation won't work for long, as he recently joined a Ddlg forum and begins asking for advice there.

Daddy Dom role: The Overindulger!

Type: Sexual and Non-sexual!

Atomic Samurai: 🗡️🗡️🗡️

- He would be the most balanced daddy! Not punishing you too much, nor too little. He sets down the guidelines and expects obedience. He has most likely been a Daddy Dom before, making him experienced in the lifestyle, and able to handle your age regression and increased dependence with ease.

Chance: 9/10!

- His rules and goals for you are hard to obey and reach, but he makes certain that the rewards match the effort. He enjoys reading to you before bed and has especially enjoyed it when you sit in his lap while he does so. Sometimes instead of reading to you he'll sit in the rocking chair beside the bed, rocking you to sleep.

Daddy Dom role: The Balancer!

Type: Sexual and Non-sexual!

Zombieman:🔫🔫🔫

- He's a softie. He's generally good at sticking with the rules you both agreed upon, but sometimes has difficulty fully following through with them. Such as instead of ten minutes in Time Out, you get five. Etc...

Chance: 7/10!

- He is shown to be concerned about others wellbeing, and I feel that helps immensely in his Daddy Dom / Caregiving role. He enjoys the power exchange and has prioritized your comfortability. He enjoys subtle power exchanges, such as giving you piggyback rides, holding your hand when crossing the street, ordering for you, and prepping for movie nights.

Daddy Dom role: The Romantic!

Type: Occasionally sexual and Mostly Non-sexual!

Metal Bat:⚾⚾⚾

- He's a very caring and sentimental person at heart, and he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of, or threaten, someone who decides to present themselves as a threat to any of the people he holds close.

Chance: 5/10!

- He's caring and extremely sappy when it comes to spoiling his little. Although, towards the beginning he'll hold a viewpoint similar to Saitama's. Eventually, he gets used to and even grows to enjoy some of the activities that come with Ddlg territory. Such as spoiling and overindulging his little. He especially enjoys his 'Daddy' title in the bedroom.

Daddy Dom role: The Softie!

Type: Mostly Sexual and Occasionally Non-sexual!

Sweet Mask:🎭🎭🎭

- He has an extremely negative viewpoint of the ddlg community in general. He never bothered to really research it before as it had never interested him. However in light of your mentions of it to him, and your suggestions, he found himself still preferring to go by 'sir' instead of 'daddy'.

Chance: 2/10!

- He will participate in it with you, and enjoys the power you hand over. However he finds your age regression inconvenient and honestly embarrassing.

Daddy Dom role: The Reluctant!

Type: Purely Sexual!

Sneck:🐍🐍🐍

- He rather open to the concept, and has dabbled in Bdsm culture before. He seems right at home setting up rules and charts for you to follow. He's extremely strict and will not hesitate to put you in your place. He enjoys having you seated in his lap. The two of you will probably indulge in other forms of power exchanges that include Dom/Sub.

Chance: 8/10

-His punishments can be overboard considering the crime, although that seems to be in his nature. He also finds your age regression quite adorable, but your puppydog eyes and other cute attempts to lessen your punishments go unheard.

Daddy Dom role: The Disciplinarian!

Type: Sexual and Non-sexual!

Mumen Rider:🚲🚲🚲

- Is surprisingly well balanced in his role. He enjoys spending time in Daddy space. In fact he has a hard time breaking out of daddy space. He has a tendency to keep bad news away from you, and only informing you of things that will make you happy.

Chance: 6/10!

- He finds it easier to stick to a regimen that the both of you are on. And takes any straying from the schedule very seriously. He hardly ever spanks you, and typically uses softer methods of getting through to your little side. Such as, no bedtime story or no sweets. His harsher punishments include spanking and no cartoon/tv time.

Daddy Dom role: The Shelterer!

Type: Occasionally Sexual and Mostly Non-sexual!

Baddies!

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Sonic:🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

- He doesn't seem to mind it that much when the two of you are doing the hanky panky, and considering he's basically a hardcore sadist, I'm pretty sure he won't mind this softer version of BDSM.

Chance: 7/10!

- As I mentioned before, he's already into BDSM and ddlg isn't the kinkiest thing the two of you have tried by far. His role as your Daddy Dom is mostly comprised of punishments, bondage and other hardcore elements!

Daddy Dom role: The Sadist!

Type: Basically entirely sexual.

Garou: 🐺🐺🐺

- He's pretty down with whatever floats your boat, but hearing 'Daddy!' Throws him off for a bit. He likes the power you give him but he also wants to try other stuff too. He's basically an eveything bagel, he's young and still figuring out his own tastes same as you.

Chance: 6/10!

-While in these roles, he tends to be more animalistic and rough. He likes the punishment aspect and appreciates how pliable you become when he does choose to adopt the 'Daddy' persona. He acts all caring and sweet at first. He'll make jokes about it, playfully mocking your submissive nature.

"Aw, is my baby girl horny for Daddy's cock?"

Daddy Dom role: The Teaser!

Type: Almost entirely sexual, but he'll play along if you take it outside the bedroom too.

Dr. Genus: 👓👓👓

-This guy has been cooped up in a lab for so long he probably hasn't heard anything about this kink. Hell, he's probably still a virgin. If he does find himself into it, he goes ALL in.

Chance: 5/10!

-He belittles you in a nice kind of way? It'll take a while for him to find a good balance of what makes you comfortable and what makes you cry. Though it's much easier to decipher your feeling when you're in little space as you're feelings are on full display. The two of you are constantly trying new things and settling into your new roles.

Daddy Dom role: The Tester!

Type: It depends on how you bring it into the relationship.

Lord Boros: 🛸🛸🛸

- You seriously brought this up to an alien? He probably understands the word daddy but not the Daddy Dom concept. Why would you want to procreate with your father? It'll take a while to explain.

Chance: 6/10!

- He's a loose canon honestly. After all, he's really into the Lord or Master/ slave thing. So another power role is intriguing to say the least. He prefers Sir, but tolerates 'Daddy' as the concept is still odd to him. Like most of the people on this list he likes the power exchange. This urge to protect his mate is already deeply ingrained into him so having the Daddy role of also taking care of you is a good way to round everything out.

Daddy Dom role: The Megalomaniac!

Type: It's both sexual and non-sexual, although he treats you more as a pet than a child.

Choze: 🌽🌽🌽

-As a superior being he understands exactly why you would dub him worthy of your caretaker. He is the only one capable of fully carrying it through.

Chance: 9/10!

- Honestly at first I didn't think he'd be jnto it, but now I realize he'd be perfect for it. He, of course, is amazing at the role. His rules are to be taken seriously and he expects full compliance to his demands. He's good at having you sit in his lap while he reads to you. Or having you watch and carry Daddy's things for him while he spars. All in all ten outta ten daddy material.

Daddy Dom role: The Superior!

Type: Sexual and Non-sexual! It's basically lifestyle.

Gouketsu:✘✘✘

- He's a MONSTER YALL! ...Okay, you monsterfuckers here we go. He'd be into it. We don't get much personality from him back-story wise, so I'm going by his personality in his monster form. He's strong, calm, and deals out damage like a motherfucker. He's huge too... So idk how sex is gonna work. He probably knew you before he became a monster. Maybe he had already been your Daddy before his monsterfication.

Chance: 8/10!

-He keeps you alive so he has to like you at least a little. His desire to protect you from the other mosters is stronger than any urge to kill you. You'd probably ride on his shoulder or something idk. Rules are all entirely for your safety and everyone knows not to fuck with you.

Daddy Dom role: The Protector!

Type: Non-sexual now cuz how the fuck is that supposed to work??

Orochi: ♛♕♛

- He lets you sit on his shoulder. The other monsters question him, especially Gyoro-Gyoro, but he either doesn't answer, or eats whoever questions his judgement. Of course you weren't human, but you looked pretty close to it. You're basically the Queen Bee, and you're word is law. (Third to Gyoro-gyoro and Orochi)

Chance: ???

- He's a monster and you're his. That's all there is to it. You aren't weak but you're not stronger than him either. Should anyone dissapoint or question you, you let him know so he can publicly terrorize his victim.

Daddy Dom role: The King!

Type:???

Deep Sea King: 🐟🐟🐟

-He is a dominant partner. He is the King of the seafolk, leader of the ocean and soon-to-be ruler of the land! So your acception of the more submissive role is perfect, even if you didn't have a choice.

Chance: 3/10!

- He really doesn't care that much about what you call him. Though 'My King/Lord' seems to greatly please him. He'll never really play along as he considers this a human thing that he doesn't really have time for.

Daddy Dom role: The Allower!

Type: It's entirely sexual as he doesn't really respond outside of sex. He's aware that it's a term for a dom, which is why he allows it.

Others!

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Charanko: 🥋🥋🥋

- Ack sweet baby is gonna be so red. Not necessarily confused but definitely embarrassed. Once you reaffirm what you mean he'll determine to be the best damn Daddy you've ever had.

Chance: 7/10!

- He likes the fact you act as though he can protect you! Which he could totally protect you! From mental blocks and barriers, bad, self depricating thoughts and depressive episodes. His comfort levels are in the nineties baby.

Daddy Dom role: The Comforter!

Type: Both sexual and nonsexual, it gives him a bit of an ego boost both ways.

Suiryu: 🏅🏅🏅

- At first I wasn't a big fan but I've softned up some for him. He's an everything bagel as well, not necessarily figuring out what he likes, just open minded. So when you mention Dd/lg he lights up and informs you that had been a favorite of his.

Chance: 9/10!

- He's quick to establish your roles, and rules/guidelines. Things you accept, things that are a hard no, things you're willing to try, etc... All in all suprisingly thorough with what makes you comfortable. He likes being called daddy when you need something, like an item from the top shelf or something. Makes him feel strong! (Like he needs the ego boost 🙄)

Daddy Dom role: The RuleMaker!

Type: Both sexual and nonsexual. He enjoys both rather equally, but especially likes the bedroom.

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⍚ HaikWeek!! 2020 ⍚ Day 6 (Nobuyuki Kai) Hating Goodbye

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Genre: Romance, Comedy, Friendship, Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 3,136

Pairing: Reader x Kai

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: Favorite Moment/Scene/Match + Beginnings/Endings

Author’s Note: Here is the next entry for @haikyuuweek2020~ Oh boy, I think I fell even more in love with Kai in this fic ;_;) crap. Also, I re~ally love the training camp arc it makes me so happy~~!

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“Wait, so you’re going to a training camp for an entire week?” you wondered, watching your boyfriend as he carefully folded his clothes into his bag.

“That’s right. We’re going to Shinzen high.”

“That sounds so fun!” you wrinkled your nose, sliding down in his desk chair. “What the hell am I supposed to do while you guys are gone?”

He hummed softly as he zipped up the bag, setting it by the end of the bed. “If you want, I can ask my cousin if she’ll bring you. It’s not a long trip.”

You sat up straight, eyes sparkling. “Is it okay for me to go? Since I’m not on the team.”

“I can double-check with Nekomata-sensei,” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, giving you a smile. “I’m sure he won’t mind, though.”

“Thank you so much, Yuki!” You threw your arms around his neck and he chuckled, meeting you halfway to claim your lips.

“You’re welcome. I’d be much happier if you were there, as well.”

“You make it sound like I’m your emotional support partner,” you teased, tugging on the collar of his shirt.

His eyes were warm as they met yours, his forehead resting against your own. His large hands held onto your hips, thumbs drawing soft circles against your skin. “In a way, you are. I feel much happier when you’re nearby. You keep my head clear during important moments and I’m able to push myself even harder.”

You felt your face growing hot at his sincere words, not expecting such an honest response. Though, what did you expect? Everything about Kai Nobuyuki was nothing short of soft and honest. You smiled, eyes shimmering with love as you tugged him closer, lips embracing in a slow, sensual kiss.

You had just finished packing up your bag when a knock sounded on the front door, echoing throughout the empty house. You nearly tripped over your feet going down the stairs in your excitement to answer the door.

Yuki’s cousin, Yua, stood there with a soft smile which brightened upon seeing you. “Good morning, Y/N. Are you ready to go?”

“I am!” you quickly slipped on your shoes before stepping outside, tugging the door closed behind you. “Thank you so much for driving me to Saitama, Yua-san. I promise I’ll pay you back.”

She giggled as she slid into the driver’s side, sticking the key into the ignition. The car started up with a soft rumble, the air conditioning ice cold as it hit your skin. “You’re practically family. Besides, I’m excited to visit the Dairyu-ji temple. It’s been so long since I was there.”

Your heart skipped a beat when she called you family and you practically melted right then and there. No one knew this about you, but you dreamed of one day marrying Yuki and being an official part of the Kai family. They were also so kind and gentle, minus his mother who had a lot of spunk, especially when it came to her life’s passions.

You stared out the window, watching the scenery blur as the car passed by. Though the trip was only about a forty-minute drive from Tokyo, depending on the traffic, you had never actually been there. You found yourself wondering if they had a statue of Saitama from One Punch Man.

The thought had you giggling.

Yua pulled up to Shinzen high school, giving you a smile. “I’ll be staying in Saitama for a few hours before returning home. If for any reason you need to return early, just text me okay? Have fun!”

“Thank you, Yua-san!” You gave her a small wave as you stepped out of the car, swinging your bag over your shoulder. You quickly sent a text to Yuki letting him know that you have arrived before you entered the school grounds, taking in the site.

Shinzen high was quite large, offering a variety of buildings that made it easy to get lost. And that’s exactly what you did. In just a few minute’s time, you were completely turned around. It almost felt as if you were an urban explorer and that made it kind of exciting for you.

Fifteen minutes passed before your boyfriend finally responded.

» ‘Sorry, hun, I was in a match. Where are you?’

« ‘About that…’

» ‘Did you get lost?’

« ‘Yes :(‘

» ‘Turn on your location for me, hun :) I’ll come get you’

You did as he asked, turning on your location before leaning back against the stone building. The sky above was a blinding blue, fluffy clouds drifting by on the soft breeze. Cicadas were chirping loudly in all directions, sure indications that summer had officially descended upon the earth.

You could smell Yuki’s familiar cologne mixed with the scent of sweat as he approached you, his warm hand sliding into your own. You gave him a sheepish smile, gently squeezing his hand. “Sorry, Yuki~”

“It’s okay, my love,” he responded softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’ll always come to find you when you get lost.”

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world~”

“No, you’re the best partner in the world.” He booped you on the nose, giving you that closed-eye smile that you loved so much.

“Psssst. Y/N! Hey, hey Y/N!”

You blinked, looking up from your phone as you looked around for the source of the sound. Nishinoya Yuu, Karasuno’s libero, was hiding behind the bleachers, peering through the opening between seats as he called out your name.

He had a good reason for this, of course. After Tanaka and Noya started hitting on you the first time you met, the Nekoma team became super protective over you whenever they were nearby because of their loyalty towards Yuki. This continued despite the fact that both boys stopped hitting on you after finding out you were taken.

This was a shame, in your opinion, because you had really hit it off with the short libero and enjoyed his company.

You glanced at your team. They were playing a match against Fukuroudani, their backs to you and completely focused on the game. You moved closer to the end of the bleachers, trying to act casual as you looked at your phone. “What’s up, Nish?”

“I wanted to give you a heads up. After our matches today, we’re having a barbeque!”

“Really?” you responded with excitement, whipping around to face him while completely forgetting that you were supposed to be acting incognito. “Is that what you guys were acting like dorks over?”

“Yeah! We love meat over at Karasuno!”

You snickered. “That could be taken so many ways, Nish.”

He huffed, folding his arms over his chest. “But I get labeled the pervert?”

“Because you are.”

“So are you!”

“I never said I wasn’t,” you laughed. “Now go focus on your game, you dork. You guys are seriously behind.”

His nose wrinkled at the mention. “We’ve got this, don’t you worry!”

You chuckled at his reaction, reaching through the gap to ruffle his spikey hair.

Yamamoto caught movement from the corner of his eye and glanced over. At first, he didn’t think anything of you leaning over on the bleachers. He just assumed you had dropped something through the gap, but then he saw a flash of blonde and he realized that Karasuno’s libero was hidden behind them.

While he had no real qualms with the shorter male, even joining the Kiyoko fanclub, he was quite protective when it came to you because you were like his sibling plus you were dating his teammate.

His fist clenched in annoyance. “That little -”

He didn’t get far, though, Kuroo grabbing the back of his jersey. “Where are you going? We may have won the set but the match isn’t over.”

The tiger-haired boy pointed directly at you. “Nishinoya is alone with Y/N! There’s no telling what schemes he’s using to try and get with them!”

Kuroo raised a brow at Yuki who was wiping sweat from his face with the fluffy white towel around his neck. He glanced at you, the corners of his lips quirking up as he noticed the excited expression upon your face. “What’s going on?”

“Nishinoya is flirting with Y/N!”

“You don’t know that,” Kuroo sighed, though he too wanted to march over there when you reached through to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“What should we do, Kai?” Yamamoto turned to the older boy for instruction, but Yuki only chuckled softly in reply.

“I think you’re making a deal out of nothing. He may be a flirt, but he respects Y/N enough to not flirt with them knowing that they are dating me.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“I trust them,” Yuki smiled at you as you waved at Noya who bolted back over to his team. “Besides, they are close friends.”

“Eh?” Yamamoto’s eyes widened at this information.

“They text back and forth pretty often ever since our first practice match with them.”

“You’re okay with that?” Kuroo wondered, holding onto his chin. He couldn’t say for sure whether he’d be entirely happy with his partner texting another guy like that, especially one that had hit on them so strongly upon first meeting.

“Of course. As long as Y/N is happy, I’m happy.” Kai offered them a closed-eye smile before setting the towel onto the bench and returning to the court. The two boys could only watch him in wonder, unable to fully process how he could be so trusting and angelic.

“Bar-be-cue!!” Karasuno’s boys were the first to react when they stepped out of the gym to find the spread of food just waiting to be devoured.

Your own eyes lit up, mouth-watering at the heavenly scent of the meat being grilled. “Wow, so you were telling the truth.”

Noya huffed at you, folding his arms across his chest. “You thought I was lying?”

“Not lying perse, but I figured you had gotten your wires crossed. Wouldn’t be the first time,” you snickered, poking him in the shoulder.

“Rude!”

“While you two argue, I’m gonna eat your share of the meat!” Bokuto grinned as he rushed past toward one of the grills.

“No fair!” You both chorused, rushing after him. Thankfully, you were both able to secure some meat before he could eat it all, settling down beside one another.

“Did you read the latest chapter of Saki no Shita?” you glanced at him as you stuck a piece of meat into your mouth.

“No spoilers!” he all but shoved his hand into your face, brow furrowed. “I didn’t get to read it!”

Konoha scoffed as he approached the two of you, brow raised at the smaller male. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people that binge read.”

You nodded, sending him a shifty look. “Yeah, those people are the worst. How can you wait so long to find out what happens?”

“Hey!” Noya cried indignantly, making you snicker.

“Binge reading is pretty fun,” Masaru commented with a smile as he joined the group, settling down on the grass across from your chair. “If you take breaks between the chapters, it feels like the story loses its oomph, you know?”

You tapped your chin, looking up at the afternoon sky. “I mean, I guess that makes sense. I feel like if I waited to binge read, I’d lose interest, though!”

He chuckled softly, bringing his fist to his mouth. “That’s valid! We all enjoy it the best way we can, after all.”

“See? He gets it!” Noya grinned. “And besides, I don’t binge it on purpose. Practice takes up a lot of my time so I usually pass out when I return home.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense,” you nodded. “On the days I spend over at Yuki’s house, he usually falls asleep right after taking care of his younger siblings.”

Noya gasped dramatically, eyes wide as saucers. “You sleep under the same roof? How scandalous, Y/N!”

You scowled, tossing a piece of onion at him. “Not like that!”

He recoiled in disgust, bringing his feet up as if he had just witnessed a mouse scurrying across the floor. The flimsy chair was unable to handle the sudden movement, tipping backward. His arms flailed like a rooster as if that would somehow stop his fall.

“Nish!” you leaned over him when his back hit the ground, noticing how he managed to keep his paper plate up in the air, saving the little bit of meat he had left from hitting the ground. “Are you okay?”

Masaru sweatdropped from beside you. “Judging from the comical swirls in his eyes, I’d say not.”

“Well, if he’s down for the count…” Konoha grinned as he reached for the meat on Noya’s plate. “…I’ll just – hey!! Bokuto, what the hell?!”

You watched the owl of Fukuroudani snatch the meat from the plate, shoveling it into his mouth before Konoha could even register what had happened. And just like that, he darted away like a ninja, popping up beside Hinata and stealing a piece of meat over his shoulder. The poor first-year didn’t even notice, despite the desperate ramblings of Yachi who attempted to explain the theft.

Your eyes followed him as he darted around the group, stealing a piece of meat here and there, even from his own team members. Most people didn’t even notice his ninja-like moves. You sweatdropped, “He’s like the damn hamburglar.”

“The… what?” Masaru raised a brow in confusion.

“He’s an idiot is what he is,” Konoha muttered.

You were about to reply when you noticed the third-year approaching Yuki and Kuroo. “Oh hell nah!” Keeping your plate close to your chest, you weaved through the hulking boys like a plane flying through skyscrapers. You arrived just as Bokuto stole their meat off the grill, dashing away like the criminal that he was. “Bokuto, you little thief! Get back here!”

You tried to give chase, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place. You pouted at your boyfriend. “Yuki~ Why’d you stop me?”

“I’d rather you spend the last of camp with me opposed to chasing Bokuto-san across the school,” his eyes twinkled with amusement as he pecked your cheek.

“And in case you can’t read between the lines,” Kuroo grinned at you, poking your forehead. “He doesn’t want you to get lost again.”

“Rude,” you huffed. “It happened once, okay.”

“It happened three times.”

“Three?” Yuki raised a brow in surprise, looking between the two of you.

Your face heated up at your secret being revealed like that and you tried to kick him in the shin but he just laughed and rushed off to make sure Kenma was eating properly.

“Three times, huh?” Yuki mused softly, tugging on the side of your shirt.

You pouted at him before looking down at the grill as he added more meat to replace what Bokuto had stolen. “For the record, only the first time was my fault. The second time, I trusted Nish to know where the vending machines were and the third time Eri-chan gave me the wrong directions to the bathrooms.”

He chuckled. “You should have just asked me, hun.”

“You were in games each time, though.”

“I still would have helped you.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” you smiled, poking his side. “I know you would have left the game to help me!”

“Of course, I would.” His arms found their place around your body as he pulled you into a gentle kiss, his lips soft against yours. “Y/N, my love, you will always come first. No matter what.”

“Don’t let Kuroo or Yaku hear that,” you mused against his lips, a bright smile on your face.

You sniffled, wiping away the tears that were gathering in your ducts before they could fall. Noya stood across from you, his own eyes shimmering with tears.

“You take care of yourself, understood?” you sniffled again. “Make sure you read the next chapter so we can talk about it!”

“I will,” he nodded frantically, sniffling as he tried to hold back his tears. “Don’t stay up too late reading, your grades are trash.”

“So are yours!”

“I know!”

Ogano sweatdropped, leaning toward Nekoma’s captain and covering his mouth. “Are those two gonna be okay?”

Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck. “They certainly like to be dramatic…”

As if on cue, both of you burst into tears, throwing your arms around each other. Yamamoto and Tanaka appeared out of nowhere, trying to pry the two of you apart.

“Y/N, knock it off! You have a boyfriend already!!”

“Noya, let them go! They have a boyfriend already!!”

“I’m never letting go!” Noya cried, tightening his grip.

“My bestie!” You cried back, gripping the back of his shirt.

Yaku sighed, bringing his hand to his forehead. “You both act like you’re never going to see each other again…”

Suga chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guys, you’re making a scene. People already think Karasuno is crazy…”

“Because you are,” Bokuto chirped happily, giving the grey-haired boy a thumbs up. “But it’s okay, Nekoma is, too!”

“What did you say, birdbrain?” Kuroo grinned sadistically making Bokuto stick his tongue out before darting behind Akaashi.

Yuki tapped Yamamoto on the shoulder and the younger boy released his hold on you, taking a step back so the older male could come up behind you. His hands were warm on your shoulders. “Hun, Karasuno needs to get back home. I know you’re going to miss him but you’ll see him again.”

“Promise?” you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, sniffling loudly.

“I promise,” he smiled softly, bringing his lips to your forehead. “We can even make plans to spend some time in Miyagi if you’d like. I’m sure Yua would love to go sightseeing there.”

“Come on, Noya, let them go.” Daichi appeared behind the libero, patting him on the shoulder. “We need to get going, we’ve got a long trip back.”

Reluctantly, the two of you released your grip on each other, exchanging sad looks as if a pair of twins were being separated. Noya’s arms wiggled in the air as Daichi dragged him toward the bus by the back of his shirt.

“Bokuto, why are you crying?” Akaashi deadpanned, not looking back at the boy that was sobbing into the back of his shoulder.

“It’s so sad!”

Tsuki rolled his eyes as he stepped toward the bus. “I’m surrounded by idiots.”

You turned around, burying your face into Yuki’s chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Your words were muffled by the cloth and hard to understand because of how soft you spoke. “I hate goodbyes and endings. They suck.”

Yuki hummed softly, running his fingers through your hair. “I know, hun. I know.”

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