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riminiscensce · 2 months

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FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS ִ ࣪𖤐

CHARACTERS … akaashi keiji , bokuto kotaro , hoshiumi korai , kozume kenma

SYNOPSIS ... their crush (you) made them friendship bracelets!

NOTES ... OHHH WRITING FOR HAIKYUU I MISS IT!!! (srry i'm half asleep relying on a nutella sandwich to keep me awake) sry im a bit chaotic rn

CONTENTS ... fluff , gender neutral reader

AKAASHI KEIJI

he finds it adorable, he isn’t usually surrounded by people who do something so silly and simple such as making beady bracelets for their friends. it’s such a pure thought to him and he finds that it fits you really well.

he wears it, of course. not everywhere and everytime (he’s not that obsessed not yet), but usually he pretends that it’s some sort of lucky charm to get him through the day, especially on tough ones.

occasionally, he wears it during plays. not every time. he’s afraid he might break it, and he doesn’t have the heart to break the news to you and maybe ask you for a new one. but luckily, keiji is the perfect guy for keeping fragile things safe.

but he’s also the type of guy to do something in return for someone who he sees in a far different light. so when he comes face to face with the bracelet corner of an art supply store, he starts remembering what you like.

didn’t you mention you liked this shade of color before? he’s sure you did.

do you prefer see through beads or sturdy ones?

would you get annoyed if there were too much dangling from it?

keiji is the type of guy to only get things that are needed, but that didn’t apply when he found himself buying a bit too much for making a bracelet. for you. but it’s for you so whatever.

the following day was when he planned on giving the bracelets to you. plural because he made one too many. (he wasn’t sure which ones you would like so he researched different types of design patterns so that they all wouldn’t look undistinguishable)

“eh?”

“I wasn’t sure how to properly make one, so I made a couple just in case you wouldn’t like some of it.”

“you kidding?” he mentioned how he wasn’t used to making bracelets, but the patterns and effort put into making these ones were just so advanced.

“uh—I wanted to return the favor.” he flicked his wrist up, showing the friendship bracelet that you had made him a couple days ago, still perfectly intact. “say… making these is relaxing, could you teach me a couple patterns?”

“what?! no— how about you teach me how you did this!”

works for him either way.

BOKUTO KOTARO

he gets excited ofc, but he doesn’t really know what it means. but who cares right? his crush just gave him something, it doesn’t matter what it means! he’s just a simple-minded happy guy who gets happy at simple things!

when kotaro heard that you made the bracelet just for him, he’s over the moon. I mean— who else gets hand-made gifts from their crush? not a lot! he feels like he had just struck a gold pot with such a simple gift.

he wears it everywhere. during a game, practice, sleeping, showering, anything kotaro does on a daily basis—but there are people like akaashi or konoha who warns him that the bracelet is still breakable, especially for someone as chaotic as him, the nylon band wouldn’t hold for long if he kept smacking those volleyballs with such strength.

unsurprisingly, it happens during a match. just when kotaro had just hit a line shot, he feels like he’s on a roll. but when he landed back on the ground, the sound of the volleyball hitting the ground wasn’t the only thing heard, nor were the murmurs of the players on both sides.

tiny resin beads fell onto the wooden floor, then silence and dread soon followed kotaro.

the team had to clean the beads up to avoid injury, despite the ace wanting to pick them up and fix it right that instant— he can’t he has to finish the match

of course, this gets kotaro into a bitter taste, missing all his shots, his spikes were clunky, and his serves were ordinary, sometimes even missing.

they still won in the end, then kotaro could finally express his frustrations, not for his lack of play in the game but for the remaining pieces of the hard work you had put into giving him.

you eventually find out about this (through the immense begging of the team to have you confront a shameful kotaro since he himself feels too bad to actually tell you)

“I-I’m so sorry!” the ace acts in a way that felt like he had just done something to betray you (he didn’t but he feels really ashamed)

“kotaro it’s okay really, it—“

“but you worked so hard to make it! you know? like getting those annoying beads through the string and— and those… I really like the designs you did.” It didn’t take long before he started sobbing like a toddler who just had his favorite toy broken.

“really?” despite his playful sobs, you can’t help but chuckle and feel so warm that kotaro felt this way about something you made for him. “if that’s the case, why don’t we make some together? i’ll be sure to make them extra sturdy so they can withstand your amazing spikes!”

“really?!” he switched up so fast just by the thought of spending time with you.

HOSHIUMI KORAI

this guy… he has a lot of pride and unmeasurable ego. you really think he’d accept some silly little bracelets that someone made him that makes him look even more like a child?! of course not!

though in this case, you aren’t exactly just someone hehe. anyone who tried to put something silly on korai would be met with a pissed off expression and some degrading words— but when you fished him out of practice to show him some bracelets, he was confused.

“what are these?” korai knows what those are, he was more-so asking why are you giving it to him.

“friendship bracelets. I made them, aren’t they cute? I made these two for you, see?” he eyed the dangling set of beads that perfectly matched his colors: white, blue, black— one had his jersey number in the center while the other had his first name ‘korai’.

you made these for him? him specifically?

he loves it. but of course. his way of displaying it is just questionable.

“hah?! you really made these silly things for someone like me?!” (translation: i can’t believe you thought of me to the point of making me hand-made things, you’re so precious I don’t deserve you)

“yeah? don’t you like it?”

“well…” yes he does, it sort of pained him when he heard your question filled with sudden regret. “you know, if I receive, my wrists won’t be a stable surface for the ball if I wear that.” (translation: i love it, i’m scared if I might break it while receiving for spiking though, but I also want to wear it all the time so i’m kind of conflicted)

“oh… okay then.” korai flinched when you started to turn away with the bracelets in hand.

but before you could, his hand grabbed your wrists in a typical shojo manga fashion and dragged you closer to him (sorry I just finished rewatching kimi ni todoke)

“i’ll take both.”

when korai returned to practice, both his wrists were dangled with blue-white bracelets, displaying them as if they were hard-earned trophies (they are to him)

he doesn’t make it obvious but he flexes his new bands, to his teammates, classmates, opponents— even to the reporters and viewers. not you though. that’ll be a different story.

but he slips a bit when a reporter approaches him after a victory in the nationals.

“my receives weren’t even in their perfect shape, I bet other players can’t even pull off what I did with something like bracelets on—hah I bet they can’t even get a hand-made gift from someone special like I did—“

“korai-kun, you do know they could be watching right.” his teammate right then and there waved at the camera and called out your name with a “hi!” through the screen.

“h-hirugami— argh! forget it! i don’t want to continue!”

it wasn’t after that day when he received a message from you. “someone special?”

KOZUME KENMA

he was confused. what was he supposed to do with them?

“you wear them? duh.”

“yeah but…”

it was cute. the bracelet and the gesture. but wouldn’t it be too… attractive? wouldn’t other people question him on why he’s wearing something like that around his wrists?

“it’s okay if you don’t wear it, just keep it somewhere.”

only when you left did kenma slip the beady bracelet around his wrist. he shook his arm, ensuring it wouldn’t fall off easily and that it didn’t make much noise.

it felt normal. it wasn’t annoying nor did it get too suffocating, it was just right. it wouldn’t cause much distraction for him.

oh but it did though. just like how much you had occupied his thoughts, so did this bracelet you made for him. every time he was holding his controller, he would be reminded of you because he saw what was around his wrist, which causes him to lose focus on the game and eventually get defeated.

and when setting the ball, his hands are always in view, meaning he could see some of the see through beads glistening from the ceiling lights when he was about to toss the ball, leading him to be distracted and lose focus, completely missing the ball as it lands on his face and onto the floor.

“what’s up with you?”

“nothing, the lights were blinding.”

“maybe your eyes are damaged after playing those video games at night with max brightness.”

“kuroo i’m fine.”

“really?” the captain then points to his wrist, “that bracelet sure does look fine as well.”

before kuroo could get a hand on the beads, kenma snatched his hand away before heading to the bathroom.

he couldn’t ignore the grinning face of his friend as much as he couldn’t ignore the thought of you for as long as he wore this bracelet.

and so he doesn’t.

when you watch him play against some school for a tournament, expectedly, your hand-made gift wasn’t around his wrist.

you expected it, but somehow it felt a bit disappointing.

“what’s wrong?” it was already class, and as usual kenma noticed something wrong about your sudden gloominess.

“nothing.”

“hm.” was all he said before continuing spamming buttons on his switch, you really wanted to ask him.

did he not like it? maybe it was a bit too silly? too out of character for him? you thought that maybe it would hurt his ego (you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have one but more of “image”)

“hey…“ you stopped when you saw a glimpse— just a glimpse of something dangling around his wrist. it was hidden, really well-hidden through his sleeves.

“yeah?”

“oh, nothing.”

“you’ve been saying that a lot.”

“what? not like you don’t say it a lot too.”

“i don’t.”

“yeah? what’s that thing around your wrist?”

“nothing.”

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sorry if it feels ehh yk? haven't wrote for hq in like years (i think) i kinda miss it was also supposed to include noya suna and tsukishima but figured it was getting a bit too long eh next time ig (planned to also do this for other fandoms as well) ALSO IDK HOW TO MAKE A MASTERLIST (sidenote: korai is a cutie patootie he deserves more fics here) hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated ★

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #hoshiumi x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu fluff #idk what im writing im half asleep what #i love making friendship bracelets #korai x reader

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 months

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Being their pregnant partner

Featuring Hinata, Kageyama and

Hoshiumi

Hinata Shoyo x Pregnant Reader; Kageyama Tobio x Pregnant Reader; Hoshiumi Korai x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: Fluff

AN: I guess I’m continuing this series 😌

Hinata

“Babe I’m home!” Hinata called throughout your beach house. Moving to the beach was something he’d always wanted to do and moving back to Brazil provided him with the opportunity.

“Oh great, can you help me get my back?” You asked, appearing from behind the door, swimsuit on and sunscreen in hand.

“Uhh babe what are you planning to do? Go swimming?” Hinata questioned, taking the sunscreen from your hands and rubbing it in your back as you continued to rub it into your growing belly.

“Nope, I was thinking we could play some volleyball! It’s been so long and I know you are just aching to get back on the sand babe,” you confessed as your husband stared blankly at you.

“Umm sweetie, I’d love to play volleyball with you but umm, can you even play in your condition?” He questioned, ripping off his shirt and preparing to head to the beach.

You giggled, “well actually I was thinking more like you play volleyball and I lay on the beach. How does that sound?”

Hinata smiled before kissing your forehead and grabbing your hand, practically dragging you the beach.

Kageyama

“YN what the hell are you doing??” Kageyama shouted, quickly running to grab the ladder that held a very pregnant you on it.

“Tobio what is wrong with you? I’m just changing a lightbulb. It’s not like there’s a fire, calm down!” You scolded, climbing carefully down the ladder as Kageyama tried desperately not to get angry.

“I told you I would change it tonight Yn, why couldn’t you just wait?” He asked calmly as you glared at him.

“Well for your information, I was trying to be a good spouse and help you out. I figured you’d be tired and I didn’t think you’d freak out because I used a ladder one stinking time Tobio!”

Kageyama sighed. He knew you were only trying to help but how could he get it through your mind that he only wanted you to be safe and not get hurt.

“I appreciate it Yn but please wait for me next time ok? You’re really pregnant right now and the last thing I want is for your or our baby to get hurt ok?”

You nodded, admitting the stubborn man in front of you was correct.

“Ok fine but I still get to climb the ladder and you hold it!”

Kageyama laughed, “deal!”

Hoshiumi

“Mmm something smells amazing babe!” Hoshiumi declared as he walked into the kitchen, noticing pots and pans askew aa you hurried around cooking.

“Hey love! Just thought I’d make something special for the most amazing husband and father to be ever,” you grinned as Hoshiumi smiled, kissing your cheek and rubbing your pregnant belly.

As he sat down to eat he realized that this wasn’t an ordinary meal, nope. This meal contained his favorite plum flavored snack crackers. He stared at the crackers and back to you, his eyes now narrowing.

“Ok what did ya do?” Hoshiumi asked as you stood there, a fake look of stunned offense in your face as you ignored your husbands questions.

“What do you mean? Can’t I make a meal for my favorite husband ever?” You questioned as Hoshiumi remained skeptical.

“Well I guess, it’s just that the last time you did this, you told me you were pregnant so obviously I’m a bit nervous Yn.”

You waved your husband off, “well I can’t possibly be pregnant again if I’m already pregnant can I?”

“I guess not,” Hoshiumi responded, resigning himself to finally enjoying the food you’d prepared.

“I mean it’s not like I bought a super expensive baby stroller that you told me I shouldn’t buy but I ignored you anyways,” you smiled as Hoshiumi glared at you, food halfway to his mouth.

“See I knew you couldn’t be trusted!”

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noyasmashing · 9 days

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Excessive praise for Hoshuimi, reader calls him a "good boy."🙏

MY BAEE, I love him sm it hurts, sorry for taking so long to write this, i just forgot to post 😭

CW: Lots of praise, gn!reader, whiny and sensitive hoshu, corruption kink??

Korai emitted a soft plea as you tenderly traced your fingers along his torso, beneath his shirt, exploring his sensitive skin. In response, he naturally leaned into you, his hips brushing against yours, as the magnetic pull of your wandering hands making his body tingle.

“Such a good boy.. for me hmm?” You whispered into his ear, gently nibbling on it, causing him to tremble once more.

Eagerly, he nodded, his ears flushing with warmth from your affectionate words. He had never been so close to someone like this before, and he didn’t understand how good it felt. Often distracted by volleyball, he often neglected his need for sexual release. Presently, he was on the verge of that release, as he felt your thigh softly press against his throbbing erection.

"P-please," he whispered, his customary self-assurance and pride vanishing. Your smirk brushed against his neck's delicate skin, and you gently drew away to make eye contact with him.

“Please what sweetie?” you inquired, tilting your head slightly, acting utterly clueless about his needs in that moment.

A lump formed in his throat, and he instinctively pressed his hips against your leg, yearning for you to assertively take control. He sought the comfort of your touch, craving the pleasure that would erase all thoughts from his mind.

“ Y’know…” He glanced at the visible sign of his desire in his sweats, then returned his gaze to you, timidly awaiting your understanding and response.

“Tell me what you want me to do, or I can’t make you feel good.” You coo’d, before you tenderly placed your hands on his hips, feeling the bones beneath your touch. His breath caught in his throat, his bottom lip quivering as he let out a timid whimper.

"Please, touch my c-cock," he pleaded with evident need, causing you to suppress a giggle. Your expression transformed into a slightly mischievous grin as you reached for his waistband with gentle fingers.

“That’s all I wanted to hear sweetie.” You murmured, as you promptly lowered his pants and underwear, revealing his erect member which made a lewd slapping sound as it struck his abdomen.

He emitted a soft whimper, instinctively lifting his hips. You gently encircled the base of his penis, taking a moment to appreciate its paleness, considerable girth, and the pretty pink tip, adorned with a prominent vein running along its side.

He was practically falling apart under your gaze, and it didn't help when you lowered your head, licking your lips before pressing kisses all over his sensitive head. Making him squirm and cry out helplessly, it didn’t help when your free hand danced along his exposed hips.

He emitted a considerable moan, his head falling back onto the pillow. Nevertheless, he promptly lifted it upon hearing the sound of a bottle cap being opened and a soothing liquid trickling along the length of his member.

Attempting to sway his hips, he encountered resistance as you settled onto his thighs. You’re coo’d at his helpless response. With gentle care, you employed one hand to distribute the lubricant evenly across his length.

“You look so pretty for me baby. I wish you could see yourself right now.” You complimented, causing blood to rush to his member, resulting in a noticeable throbbing within your grasp.

He tried to respond, yet the skillful maneuvers of your wrists restricted him to mere whimpers and pleas, which you couldn't help but chuckle at.

“ I think i’m abo-about to cum.. gunna cum for you [name].” he panted, his back naturally arching from the pleasure. Your eyes finally met his half-lidded ones, and fuck did he look cute with drool leaking from his mouth and cheeks a helpless shade of red. You could feel your core heating up at his disheveled state making it all the more intoxicating.

“Go ahead Korai, you’ve done so well for me, my sweet boy.” you purred, making his mind all the more hazy.

With a loud "Ah!", a white, creamy, liquid oozed from his tip, accompanying your consistent rhythm.

“can’t stop!” He whined, thrusting his hips deeper into your firmly grasped hand. His cum continued to leak and spread, lubricating your hand and allowing you to maintain your motions.

Ultimately, he began to pull at your hand, indicating it was too much. His thighs quivered in tandem with his sniffles, a clear sign of heightened stimulation.

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haikyu-mp4 · 20 days

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The art of flirting

word count; 1583 – f!reader

Everyone else on Kamomedai’s volleyball team would probably say that their second-year manager’s relationship with Hoshiumi Korai was very flirty. However, you and Korai saw it more as a rivalry. You would always be bickering back and forth, throwing insults and annoying comments at each other like it was breathing. Being a manager was truly rewarding, but you and the one-man army simply couldn’t get along.

When Korai stepped out of the locker room, very ready to get on the bus back so he could rest, he saw you. His eyes always found you, even if the room was filled with other people. You were there to make sure all the boys came safely out of the locker room and went in the direction of the bus instead of wandering off.

Korai automatically scoffs and adjusts his bag up on his shoulder. “What a difficult job you have,” he said sarcastically, raising a brow as he walked over to look at the notepad you were writing on. You jumped slightly at his sudden presence and looked up, but Korai was surprised when you first met his eyes and then looked up at his hair. And to top it off, you blushed. It looked sweet on your soft skin, making the boy a bit dazed even though he was frowning.

You were flustered because he wore his hair down after a shower.

“It would’ve been easy if I didn’t have to look at your ugly face all the time,” you said, but it sounded much less annoyed than usual. The warm colour on your face made you much less convincing.

“Good one, tomato face,” he said back and rolled his eyes, stepping past you towards the doors. You looked at him over your shoulder, mentally beating yourself up at how ridiculous that was while also getting another good look at him because when did Hoshiumi get so handsome?

The short boy sat down in the bus seat beside Hirugami with a heavy sigh. His friend raised an eyebrow. “I assume you met y/n on your way out?” he asked rhetorically, amused with how he crossed his arms stubbornly.

“She’s so freaking annoying, looked at my undone hair and suddenly acted all bothered,” he grumbled, making faces at the seat in front of him from thinking about it.

Hirugami almost got annoyed with how oblivious his friend could be. Obviously, you two found each other attractive and refused to admit it. After all this time, you finally revealed a crack in your resolve, yet all Korai saw was a challenge. “Probably thought you looked hot,” he said casually, looking out the window where you followed the last players out the door, laughing at something one of them said.

Korai was looking as well, but his eyes widened at Hirugami’s theory. Now his cheeks were even redder than yours were earlier as he grumbled something under his breath and turned away, staring at the floor instead. “What do you know anyways...”

However, there was no denying – despite your continuous attempts – how the atmosphere changed around you two after that. Perhaps even you two could admit it was flirty now, as you laughed at his missed serve during practice and he came over to playfully punch your upper arm and mess up your hair before going back to the practice game. There was always a light air of laughter around you now that wasn’t there before, a discreet way to tell the other please, don’t stop giving me your attention!

Who could blame him for never doing his hair after showering anymore to watch your red cheeks and smile at you before going home for the day? All so he could be recharged for another day of foolery knowing he still had your attention.

And who could blame you for targeting his height with your teasing just so he would come closer to you and make you repeat it to his face? All so you could bat your eyelashes and then push him away while the others gaped at how much differently he reacted when you did it.

Hirugami wasn’t sure which one was more frustrating, before or now. Because both of you were still too stubborn to admit your feelings first. Will he intervene? No! Maybe... Most definitely.

He started with his best friend. Korai was telling him about some observations from their last match at lunch when Hirugami very obviously diverted his attention elsewhere. Korai followed his gaze and found you, smiling and laughing with your friends like you always do. With a small tsk, he turned back around quickly. “Am I boring you?” he asked with the usual attitude.

“Think that guy likes her?” Korai had to ignore how frustrating it was to have a question answered with a question in favour of turning back to where you were. Hirugami smiled at the shift in Korai’s expression.

Korai never took the time to look at your friends, not when he could be looking at you. So he hadn’t really noticed how some of your friends were guys and one of them was leaning particularly close at the moment. It shouldn’t annoy him, because he totally doesn’t like you like that, but it did. “I don’t care.” he insisted, but it wasn’t very convincing when he didn’t stop staring.

Hirugami let out a fake dramatic sigh, spooning another portion of rice into his mouth. “Doesn’t matter, I heard that she likes someone in the volleyball club anyways,” he said as if it was just a throwaway line. Of course, it wasn’t just that to Korai, whose neck looked like it could have snapped from how quickly he turned back to his friend. He was squinting, as if trying to spot any hints of a lie on his face.

“Whatever.” Hirugami’s job was done here, now he just had to talk to you. Unless Korai got to you first, that is. His friend wasn’t exactly known as a patient guy.

The middle blocker passed by you in the hallway on the way to the volleyball club, and he thought fate might be with him. “Y/n, wait up!” he said and fell into step with you while you smiled at him. “Korai was looking for you earlier.”

“He was?” you asked, making Hirugami smile even more.

“Think he wanted to ask you something,” he added casually, and he could swear you walked with a spring in your step now.

You stood beside Korai while they had a break, giving him his water bottle last and wondering what he had wanted to ask you earlier. “So what’s up?” you asked, making him look at you with a raised eyebrow. That was unusually civil of you.

“Nothing, weirdo,” he answered. Maybe Hirugami shouldn’t have intervened…

“Oh, okay,” you said, suddenly looking oddly dejected. Part of you was embarrassed at the hope you had felt when you heard he wanted to talk to you. You’re supposed to deny any feelings, but it was getting more and more difficult every day. Korai was facing the court but didn’t stop looking at you in the corner of his eyes.

Silence fell over you as you tried to think of something else to do, but the other managers were already hard at work. “You look good with your hair like that,” Korai said, making you look at him quite stunned, but he was already jogging back out on the court as the coach blew the whistle.

It made you dizzy. You were thinking constantly about how confusing Korai was today. Did you do something wrong? Did you do something right?

Once again, Korai didn’t style his hair after practice, looking for your attention on his way out of the locker room. He walked over to you while you were gathering your stuff to leave. “Who is it?”

You stop your movement of trying to fit the stupid shoes in your bag, slowly turning your head to look at the boy you wished wasn’t so handsome. “Who’s the dumbest person in this room? I’m looking right at him.” you quipped. It wasn’t a very good insult, but it was all you could manage in your state of attraction mixed with confusion.

“Ha ha. No, who do you like on the team?” he said, or more like insisted. You straightened up and a blush covered your cheeks the way he liked, but he was looking at you with such a deep frown that you felt nervous.

“I like all of you. Even though you’re a bit of a turd sometimes,” you answered childishly.

“You should like me more.” It was a confusing statement, and now you were both just staring at each other as if trying to decipher what the other one was thinking.

“Why?” you finally asked, nose scrunching as you gained some attitude back.

“Because I like you more. It’s only fair,” he said like it wasn’t a confession. It was.

“Fine, then I like you more,” you said stubbornly. If Hirugami saw your matching frowns right now, he would probably laugh.

“Good.”

“Great.” And then Korai couldn’t take it anymore. Curse you and your sweet red cheeks. He put his hands on the sides of your face, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin, and the second he saw how your expression softened, he pulled you in for a kiss.

Fortunately, Hirugami didn’t miss this part. He chuckled under his breath and shook his head before leaving the gym. “Finally.”

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#hoshiumi korai #hoshiumi kourai #hoshiumi x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #hq x reader #hq #fanfiction #hoshiumi #kamomedai #hirugami sachirou

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emmyrosee · 9 months

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What’s up homeslice. I’m here because I’m on a Haikyuu bender and I know you’ve got the sweet sweet hookup.

So hear me out… I am a taller individual(5’8 to be more precise). We see a lot of content out there for ladies of average or shorter stature(I love all you small people out there, don’t you dare think otherwise) so I beseech thee: nishinoya, yaku, hoshiumi, Kenma, atsumu, hell maybe even suna. Any of these wonderful gents just being absolutely infatuated with a tall(ish) s/o.

If you don’t wanna do it, no worries my dude, I can smell what yer steppin in and I respect it, no problemo. Love peace and bacon grease my homie ✌️

Oh HELL YEAH MATE!!!! 5’9 representative 🥳🥳 also I want to eat this prompt for breakfast how could I NOT take it the hell you think this is??

Also as always my pieces are in timeskip but the gifs give me some organization so don’t @ me

Listen. Nishinoya would be in straight denial that you’d have reciprocated feelings for him because like. You’re you, okay; he worships the ground you walk on, but now knowing that you truly are into it, it increases tenfold.

“This isn’t even cat walking. This is goddess walking. This is queen walking. Here-“ he drops to his knees to give the ground, be it on cement or hardwood at home, a quick playful dust with his hands, shaking his head and relishing in the laugh you let out. “How could I possibly let my queen walk on the filth left behind by me?”

“Truly,” you snicker, and you lean down to meet him halfway for a kiss, which he rises on his haunches to reciprocate. “But I like your mess.”

“I like you,” he mumbles against your lips.

Yaku. My underrated loml. There’s minimal I wouldn’t do for this man. He’s so good to you and confident in himself that flirting with you came easy- turns out that you flirting back was his weakness.

He’s a complete victim of the psychology okay, you’re already taller than him, you already rock your height and are proud of it that you two just click.

And he’s so protective of you, it drives you wild; he knows your comfortable in your height, you far need him for protection, but that’s not the point. If anyone dare say anything about his beautiful lady, be it in any way but respectful, he truly turns into an attack dog, letting you watch in satisfaction as he completely tears apart whoever look at you the wrong way.

There was an incident you had to patch him up after a fight. But the way dazed and adoring eyes looked up at you, smiling a bloody smile and re-splitting his lip that almost makes his rare altercations worth it.

HOSHIUMI!!!! IS!!!! A NEW LOVE OF MINE!!!! CAME OUTTA NOWHERE FOR REAL!!!

And I so love to think he put the moves on you first, just flirting and sending you playful vibes because he’s a short king who’s confident in his height, and god it has you completely whipped.

He’s always so quick to hype you up in very Nishinoya-fashion, and he’s so unapologetic about having you on his arm, that anytime you enter a room, he not only opens the door for you, he steps ahead and yells out a swift “EXCUSE ME EVERYONE! Out of the way, please! Queen coming through!”

The sheer volume does have people parting to let you both come in, your hand laced with his and proud smirk on his face.

There’s very seldom a time that his cheeks aren’t completely painted with stains of tinted lip balms or lipstick, and he wears them like a badge of honor as you bend down to give them.

Woof. Atsumu. What else can I say about my pretty, goofy, dumb blonde?

What else can I say about the way he completely melts when you wear his jerseys, because they fall just slightly against your hips and when you reach up, a sliver of your skin comes out?

What else can I say about the way his eyes never leave you for long, be it when you’re in two day old sweats, or gown he splurged god knows how much on just to see you wear it?

What else can I say about how you rest your head on his shoulders while in line at the market, and he takes selfish inhales of your scent?

God. GOD.

Marking him up with lipstick and glossy marks isn’t foreign, even getting so cocky he merely taps his cheek no matter where you are, for a show offy kiss just to flex your height to everyone watching.

Okay. You know what’s up. Kenma is the og. He’s the number one. I LOVE this man. And he LOVES hyping you up in possessive, hot ways. For eXAMPLE, there’s a picture of you on his Instagram where you’re dawned in heels in preparation for a banquet for his sponsorships, towering over him with your back facing the mirror in your stunning form, and he’s merely smirking back into the camera. It looks chic, it looks smooth, and the caption has his entire fandom in a tizzy: “mom and dad say sit.”

Sure enough, when the comments are filled with suggestive comments and tons of “SORRY MOMMY-“ you scold him for his cheeky post, but secretly love the attention.

One time, you posed as Lady Dimitrescu, towering high over him, and he as Ethan Winters and by the time you woke up the next morning, it quickly rose to his most popular post.

What can he say? He likes being walked like a dog.

*sneezes* Suna’s is a lil dirty so minors pls go away for this part on, but here’s a Suna gif to make up for it

But. BUT-

I just relish in the thought of him not making you lift a finger; treating you like royalty for simply existing.

It’s why he never says anything as he sees you dressing up for sponsor events, instead guiding you to sit down while he fetches the brand new heels that go with the brand new dress he spoils you with. He tugs the seam of his pants up slightly before getting down on one knee and grabbing your foot and slipping the shoe on for you. His hands are gentle, and his lips leave adoring kisses along your knees and calves, tongue laving over your nylon covered flesh feverishly.

It makes you sink your teeth into your lip and tighten your thighs in need.

“You are fucking breathtaking,” he pants, letting his bottom lip draw along the length of your shin.

“I know, baby,” you whisper, matching his tone dominantly.

“You never cease to amaze me; made by the fucking gods, truly.”

“Rintaro-“

“Worship every inch of skin on this body-“

“We’re going to be late,” you snicker, rising to your feet and getting accustomed to the added five inches. He doesn’t move, merely smiling up at you, and you can practically see the invisible tail wagging behind him.

“I could stare at you forever,” he rasps. “I’d pay a sponsor to move his charity event if it meant I could rip this dress off you right now, make you scream my name.”

You giggle easily as he does, finally, get up, looking up at you with a bite of his lip. “If you behave tonight,” you begin, and he lets his eyes glaze over you one more time.

“I’ll let you.”

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tobxiyu · 5 months

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✶ BF / GF TEXTS !

featuring. yachi, kiyoko, futakuchi, korai, hanamaki and yamaguchi

fluff, crack | established relationship | im spoiling you guys rn.

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bokubear · 2 years

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Haikyuu!! — he has a cute contact name for you

❥ including ; ( timeskip! ) ushijima wakatoshi, oikawa toru, yamaguchi tadashi, korai hoshiumi

❥ genre ; fluff, comfort

❥ notes ; the idea of ushijima having a cute contact name for you makes me cry..

Ushijima

homeboy gets sooo flustered

but secretly ;)

you happened to catch a glance at his phone whilst he’s laying beside you in bed, lazily scrolling through your text messages with a satisfied expression

that is, until your eyes scan the contact name reading:

“my everything💗”

and i mean of course you respond by squealing.

i mean who doesn’t when you have such a serious boyfriend, especially when he’s using something so unbelievably cringy & adorable as your contact name

the poor man jumps in his spot, not aware you were awake

“y/n? are you okay?” you can see the concern in his eyes, checking for any injury

all you can do is smile and cup his face in your hands to smother him with kisses.

“i didn’t think you’d have such a cute name for me toshi!!”

you swore his ears turned bright red despite that usual unwavering expression

Oikawa

you’d flown all the way to argentina to visit your long-distance boyfriend, now sitting on the balcony of his apartment with drink in hand

but as toru showed you a picture of your texts he’d sent to a iwaizumi, you came to notice a tiny detail

“mi amor” read the contact name, set with an embarrassing photo of you as well

“toru.. you’re such a romantic.”

“uh.. i was showing our texts to iwa..?”

you slip into his lap effortlessly, arms wrapping around the genuinely confused setter’s shoulders

“you’re my mi amor,” you grin slyly, watching with amusement as his brows lift in surprise

“you saw that? well it’s true,” he brushes off leaning forward to plant a soft kiss to your lips

being the tease you are, you pull back and sprint inside

“babe~ don’t run away.. ‘wanna kiss….”

Yamaguchi

in actuality, tadashi had recently been trying to think up a good contact name for you

but none of them worked well!!

that was until he stumbled upon you calling him baby, and he decided it was appropriate to settle on honey for you

knowing if he chose baby he’d absolutely die, honey made him feel all the more.. stable

nevermind, stable was definitely not a good description

because when you happened to be holding his phone, one of your messages finally delivered

guess what name popped up? honey

not in a million years did you think yamaguchi would call you honey, so to pick fun, you whined whenever he called you by your name

“hey.. call me honey instead”

the look on his face of pure and utter horror was priceless

Korai

korai was a man’s man

or whatever that’s supposed to mean

it’s something hirugami used to describe hoshiumi back in high school, and at the time korai carried the title around happily

..without understanding at all

however, his “man’s man” persona was out of the question when it came to you, all masculine responsibility flying out the window

so on the fateful day you, hoshiumi, and hirugami had met for lunch after what felt to be decades—you happened to loose your phone

nothing out of the ordinary, so using your boyfriends phone to call yours sounded great, right?

wrong

just as you reached your contact hoshiumi realized what he’d gotten himself into

and there went his man’s man title

“BAHAHA angel?? seriously??” hirugami cackled, pointing at hoshiumi’s pink cheeks

yes, your contact was indeed angel and you would never live it down

not even his best friend would let him sleep peacefully without mentioning his “angel”

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing are prohibited

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 2 years

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The Haikyuu Characters Text you “I Can’t Sleep” | Pt.5

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Notes: The end is finally here. Sometimes with series like this, I can get bored by the end of the chapter. Especially since there’s 5 of these whereas other series I have don’t have as many, but I actually wasn’t bored with this series at all. It was fun the entire time and I enjoyed writing for all of these characters. Especially the cutest Koganegawa

In this chapter, the characters include: Futakuchi, Koganegawa, Aone, Ukai, and Hoshiumi!

If you want to check out my masterlist for the texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!

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mylahrins · 8 months

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ITS COLD—HOSHIUMI K. X GN!READER

author note—OMG, so i accidentally deleted it, but someone sent in an ask about how there aren't that many hoshiumi fics so i felt the need to write one!!! for the people (and for me). synopsis—there's nothing better, nor more cliche than reuniting with an old flame in the cold, pouring rain. content—timeskip!hoshiumi, profanity, intentional lowercase, mentions of being stabbed (used in similes), ends in angst. word count—514

the rain was loud, deafening even.

yet, a part of you was thankful.

thankful you couldn't hear your own heart shatter.

"[name]?" he called out, "are you cold?"

it had only been a couple years, but he looked different.

"i'm okay."

his hair was now short, yet he had grown taller.

it felt like someone stabbed you right in the abdomen, not bothering to be kind enough to finish you off, but rather to make you suffer in pain until you eventually die of blood loss.

it's not like he returned with someone new, but the fact that he returned as someone you could hardly recognize was enough.

but of course, his heart was still the same. he was still the same.

perhaps that made it worse.

hoshiumi unzipped his drenched jacket and held it out to you as an offering.

"i don't want it."

“it's cold,” he stated.

you ignore his words.

"why are you back?"

"to visit family," he says as if the answer is obvious.

"why are you deciding only now, after two years, to come visit family?"

"i visit all the time," he looks away for a second, unable to look you in the eyes.

"i just don't visit you."

you wouldn't think that it'd be possible to get your heart broken twice by the same person before its even fixed, yet here you were.

“did you just intend on never seeing me again?” you say louder.

“it's not that—i just couldn’t.”

"korai, i thought we were friends." your voice breaks as you try to put your feelings together in simple words.

two years was not enough to forgive him. to forget him.

you wanted his name to sound foreign to you, but you couldn't help but say it with familiarity.

almost as if you never stopped saying it.

"[name], i thought we were more." he says, a pain slipping into his previously steady voice

if the rain wasn't so loud, the silence would've killed you.

"i got a haircut." he choses to change the subject.

"i see that, it suits you."

"i thought you said you liked my long hair."

"i didn't like your hair. i just liked you."

only for a second, hoshiumi doesn't know what to say.

"it's cold." seems to be the only thing he can think of.

"so why are you just standing in the rain without an umbrella?" you almost smile at the situation.

"i didn't plan on it, it just happened." he pauses before adding, "why are you standing on the beach while it's raining?"

"i don't know, do you want me to leave?"

"no." he shakes his head, "do you want me to leave?"

without thinking, you shrug.

"maybe."

for once, he doesn't say anything. he just nods his head and turns around. and without another word nor question, he's gone.

and it's only now that you start to feel regret for letting him go.

it's only now that you're alone on the sandy, wet beach that you realize, it is indeed cold.

#hoshiumi kourai x reader #haikyuu #mylahwrites!!#hoshiumi #hoshiumi korai #hoshiumi kōrai #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #lowkey a snippit #drabble

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xiaoao · 24 days

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Your lips were soft like winter,

In your passion I was lost.

Haikyuu SMAU

Hoshiumi Korai x Reader ( Slowburn, fluff, angst, Filipino / Taglish )

Synopsis : Wherein Shoyo fucked his own hand writing up and made Koushi his roommate instead of Y/n.

Profiles :

K.K.K | Mga Tryhard

Start : 07-04-24 / Apr. 7, 2024

End : ?? / ?? / ??

Start !

#1 - Good Luck!

#2 - Meeting!!! WRITTEN

#3 - College Na !!

#4 - First Day !!! WRITTEN

#5 - New Friends

#6 - Bonding?!

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu #hoshiumi korai #hoshiumi x reader #hoshiumi kourai #haikyu x reader #haikyu smau #fanfiction #haikyu angst #haikyu fluff

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 10 months

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Being Team Japan’s Manager:

Sushi Date

Team Japan x GN! Reader

Warnings: oikawa slander because I adore him :D

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noyasmashing · 10 hours

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Nishinoya and Hoshiumi are everything to me and I've seen you write for both! An actual legend among authors!

If you're interested, could I request how they would react to a big spoon reader (separate). This is technically an sfw request but feel free to do whatever you want!

AHHHH your too sweet!! I never see recognition these characters as subs so i love rq for them ☺️☺️

Nishinoya

He'd be absolutely adorable, all shy and bashful as if cuddling with someone was a completely new experience for him. The sensation of your chest against his back would send shivers down his spine, especially if you have curves and aren't wearing a bra. I imagine he'd relish the feeling of being enveloped in warmth and safety, with no worries in the world.

And if you tried to move away? Forget about it. He'd cling to you like a koala, whining and pleading like a little kid just to keep you close. He'd come up with some silly excuse, like claiming he's chilly, just to prolong the cuddle session.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Nishinoya lay sprawled across his bed, his breathing slow and steady as he dozed off after a long day of practice. The rhythmic sound of his gentle snores filled the room along with the gentle hum of the heater.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, so vulnerable in this moment, completely unaware of your presence. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should disturb him, but the urge to be close to him was too strong to resist.

Quietly, you approached the bed and carefully slipped under the covers beside him. With a gentle touch, you spooned him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your chest against his back.

Nishinoya stirred slightly at the sensation, but he didn't wake up. Instead, he unconsciously shifted closer to you, nuzzling his head against your chest as if seeking out your embrace. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and you couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight.

Minutes passed as you laid there, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours.

Eventually, Nishinoya began to stir again, blinking sleepily as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He tensed slightly at first, surprised by the unexpected warmth at his back, but as he turned to glance over his shoulder, his expression softened into a smile.

"Hey there," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

Nishinoya's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with affection, face flushed. "I like this," he replied, his voice soft and husky from sleep.

Hoshiumi

AHHH this man would be sooo into it. I can imagine him eagerly demand cuddles from you, especially after a grueling day of training.

He knows he’s small, but rather than feeling self-conscious, he embraces it. Spooning is his favorite way to cuddle for a reason, him loving the feeling of being wrapped in your embrace, his smaller frame perfectly fitting against yours.

And falling asleep in your arms? It was his ultimate comfort. Whenever he had a nightmare or simply couldn't find rest, your warmth and protection never failed to lull him into a peaceful slumber.

He would absolutely melt if you gently ran your fingers through his hair, showering him with praise for all the wonderful things he does for you. He'd lean into your touch, basking in the affection, and whine in protest if you ever stopped. All he craves is your attention and admiration!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

You found yourself nestled comfortably between the plush cushions of your couch, the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. It hadn't been long since Korai settled down to take a nap, but he had already made his way to the living room, unable to resist the urge to be near you.

“mm I want you,” your lover whined, prodding your arms so he could weasel his way into them.

You chuckled at his endearing behavior, shifting your body to accommodate him as you enveloped him in a warm embrace. As you spooned him from behind, you felt his body relax fully into your grasp, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

Using his arms to nudge yours, Korai silently signaled his desire for more affection, prompting you to oblige. You hummed, bringing your hand up to gently stroke his soft hair, your fingertips grazing his scalp with a soothing touch that prompted a purr from him.

"I'm so proud of you, Korai," you murmured softly, your words filled with genuine admiration. You could hear the faintest of whimpers escape him in response, his cheeks flushing at your praise.

The sensation of your fingers running through his hair with such tenderness was almost overwhelming for him, his eyelids growing heavy as he leaned even closer to you, seeking further comfort in your embrace.

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haikyu-mp4 · 23 days

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Ushijima is very observant

word count; 424 – gn!reader, no sexual descriptions but very obvious references to sexual activities

Ushijima Wakatoshi considers himself very observant. He’s mostly quiet, taking his time to observe people and things in his day-to-day life. As a professional volleyball player for the Schweiden Adlers, he recently spent a lot of time getting to know Kageyama Tobio and Hoshiumi Korai.

In the locker room, he observed how Kageyama would put on deodorant twice after every shower, and how Hoshiumi often had light scratch marks on his back from private activities he wasn’t so shy about.

While getting ready for their next match, he observed how Tobio would file his nails very thoroughly as if it was a ritual, and how Korai would keep his hand on your, you being their youngest manager, lower back while weaving through the crowds to their team’s area.

When they gathered to hang out in one of their hotel rooms when travelling for games, he observed how Kageyama needed to go for a jog before bedtime if he was particularly excited, and how Hoshiumi would excuse himself from the gathering first even though it sounded like he had someone in his room even after the others went to sleep.

When they were on the bus back to their gym, he observed how Kageyama was always hungry when he woke up from a nap, and how Hoshiumi didn’t sleep when he sat next to you, because his hand was resting on your thigh as you traded whispers.

Ushijima had observed enough, and he simply couldn’t stay quiet any longer. As they were having lunch between practices, he took his stance.

“Hoshiumi, don’t you think you should be a bit more professional with our manager when you are seeing those other partners?” he asked, blunt but honest and still leaving room for an explanation if there was a reasonable one. Kageyama’s cheeks were filled with rice and now he was choking desperately for air as he heard what his teammate said. Ushijima pat his back and handed him something to drink even though his focus was on the shorter man.

“Huh?!” Hoshiumi nearly yelled but looked around to see if anyone else had heard what was said. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I have seen how you interact with y/n, even though you are not shy about your private sexual activities. It might not be appropriate to lead our manager on while seeing those other people.”

“Will you lower your voice?!” Hoshiumi whisper-yelled. “I’m not seeing other partners. It’s all them, idiot.”

“…”

“…?”

“Oh. I seem to have misunderstood.”

“No shit, Sherlock!”

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu x reader #hoshiumi kourai #hoshiumi x reader #schweiden adlers #hq x reader #hoshiumi korai #fanfiction

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kaigarax · 6 months

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In the Midst of Uncertainty

Hoshiumi Korai x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you met." & "Fall in love with the idea of someone."

Someone You Loved

“What do you think of the ocean?” Hoshiumi asked, the back of his hand brushing up against yours.

“A desert,” you say, your eyes filled to the brim with wonder, “a blue desert.”

Hoshiumi felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. You’re in awe, that’s obvious, there seems to be something more. It’s almost as though you’re displaying a new emotion entirely. One that, until now, Hoshiumi has never seen before.

Is this moment really real?

It feels as though he could reach out and your visage would become nothing more than an illusion conjured up by his tired and restless mind.

He’s stuck within a moment of uncertainty. Unsure of whether to reach out to see if you’re really there or to just stand there watching you from a distance being forever unsure if this moment was illusion or reality.

Was this how you felt when you took photos of others? When you took photos of him?

Wanting to just capture the very essence of the subject but the feelings that this moment has invoked within you.

“Sir?” The woman standing in front of Hoshiumi waves a badge in front of his face.

Hoshiumi shoots her an apologetic smile, taking the badge quickly before walking into the room.

It feels… surreal to be here.

Truthfully, Hoshiumi had imagined this moment many times before. Standing among his friends and peers as more than they thought. As a surprising change to his image. Though, among all the different variations he had always imagined that he’d be able to be here with you. With you by his side.

Or rather he’d be here by your side.

You’d give that small modest smile that always managed to make people flush and brush the back of your hand against his as you introduced him to the crowd. People would look at him with amusement and awe but Hoshiumi wouldn’t care the slightest about their views and words. His eyes would solely be on you. And then, at the end of the show when everyone else is just about gone he would finally wrap his hand around yours.

And yet… here he stands alone.

The cold air blasts him as he opens the doors. The room is still mostly empty though Hoshiumi expects it to fill up soon. He remembers reading somewhere that they would play a slideshow of your favourite photos before the end of the private service.

Hoshiumi, truthfully, doesn't have much experience with funerals but he expects that most people are planning on making it to the slide show. Afterall, it’s something that’s meant to display your life and everyone that means something to you.

Everyone, Hoshiumi included, are entranced by the photos that have been displayed on the walls. Your photos have always been amazing but Hoshiumi doesn't think that he’s seen any of these before. The boy had gone through almost everything you’d ever published when he first met you and he doesn't think he’s seen any of these before. Of course, he could have easily overlooked them or just simply doesn't remember.

All of the photos are eye-catching but the first one to truly grab hold of Hoshiumi’s attention is the one filled with a boy with tired eyes staring into the lens of the camera. There’s this half sort of smile on his face as he’s leaning on his arms. The kind of expression one would see on someone that is exactly where they wish to be.

What was your relationship with him to elicit such an expression? So much warmth and admiration.

Hoshiumi almost feels a little embarrassed as he stares at the photo. It’s such an intimate look. The same kind of look that girls gush over when they talk about famous actors in their favourite scenes.

Pulling himself away from the photo, Hoshiumi attempts to find his own.

It’s the last one in the long line of pictures. He’s not staring at the camera and seems to be in the middle of a game. None of Hoshiumi’s teammates can be seen, though Hoshumi assumes that they were likely photoshopped out.

Hoshiumi had never been all too good at posing for photos but this one definitely makes him reconsider just how photogenic he might really be.

“You’re that boy from the earlier photos, the Soldier, aren’t you?” A loud voice exclaims.

“Yeah. How’d you know? Most people are surprised when they learn it’s me in those photos.”

Hoshiumi turns his head to look at the two strangers. Well, they aren’t exactly strangers. No one in this room is a stranger to him but neither are they people who he’s met before. Hoshiumi has committed almost each and everyone of these faces to memory. Not because of anything to do with the individuals themselves but because they were faces you cared enough about to take down. Because they were people that mattered to you.

The loud voice belongs to the Mentalist. A lanky man with dual coloured hair and a practiced smile. He’s definitely older than Hoshiumi but doesn't look a day older than he did when you had taken his photo.

The Mentalist smiles, “you have the same eyes.”

The other man who is dressed in a green suit is someone Hoshiumi recognizes as the Soldier. It takes him a moment to put a name to the face but he ultimately figures it out when he notices the man’s eyebrows raise in suspicion. The spitting image of the young boy’s photo that you used to carry around in your wallet.

“And the same expression.” Hoshiumi adds.

The duo turn to look at Hoshiumi, their eyes scanning him.

It’s something akin to the expression other volleyball players give him before a game. As if they’re sizing him up and looking for any angle where they might have a one up on him.

Hoshiumi isn’t one to barge into stranger’s conversations…

Okay maybe he is - but to him these two are the least strange to him.

They’re the two you talked about the most during the days the two of you spent together. The two that made you smile the most. The two that made your eyes light up the way that Hoshiumi wanted to make them. Out of everyone here, Hoshiumi feels as though he might be able to be friends with the two of them.

Though, admittedly, they seem very different from how you described them. Perhaps it’s because of the events.

No.

It’s because he’s not you.

The Mentalist turns to look at him, “the Athlete?”

Hoshiumi flushes, “I was never really a fan of that title.”

“Why so?” Asks the Mentalist.

“Because it always felt so…” Hoshiumi trials off.

Wrong? No it wasn’t wrong. He was an athlete but to be called the Athlete is quite a title to bestow upon someone. He feels like the odd man out compared to the other two men. Two men that have known you much longer than Hoshiumi has. To them he must be nothing but a kid. Someone with barely any knowledge of you compared to them.

You.

You’re smiling at him through the photo hanging of you on the wall.

It’s an older photo. Your hair is significantly shorter and you don’t have those sunmarks that Hoshiumi used to love counting. You used to always flush and push him away which would only cause him to laugh in response.

What kind of person were you back then?

Were you as easily flustered back then? Were you more youthful and hopeful? Did you spurt random bouts of wisdom that sound like baloney? Did you flush when someone mentioned your age? Hoshiumi remembers joking about how old you were getting though now he realises just how young you really were. Much too young for him and everyone else to be here now.

The Soldier clears his throat, “different from who you felt you were?”

“Yeah.” says Hoshiumi, though he can’t force himself to turn and look at the other two men. He feels as though he might break. But he doesn't leave either. Afterall, he’s never been the kind of person to back down in the face of a challenge. Though, this isn’t the kind of thing most people would consider a challenge.

And besides, strangely… Being around these two is a feeling similar to how it felt to be around you. It’s strange yet comforting.

“You know, those are the titles she picked for you.” The Mentalist explains, “I think she would have wanted you to look a little deeper into it.”

The Soldier scoffs, “and what’s yours supposed to mean, Mentalist?”

The Mentalist gives a well practiced smile, “well, I'm a magician, aren’t I? She was always very impressed by my extraordinary mental prowess. Though… When she said it, she always meant eccentric. Considered calling it ‘the Mad Man’ at some point.”

Hoshimui wonders what else you had considered calling him.

You had promised him a preview of all the photos you’d taken of him before you… Anyways, Hoshiumi hadn’t ever gotten to see those photos until now. He never got to see all the little notes you wrote on the backs of those photos and the beautiful poems he’s heard the others talk about. But this is enough. It’s enough for him knowing that you cared enough to give him such a beautiful and meaningful title in the first place.

The soldier’s eyes brightened, “she wanted to call mine ‘the Brat.’”

Now that Hoshiumi can’t see.

But the thought makes him laugh.

Hoshiumi quickly clears his throat, feeling enough courage to ask the question that had been nagging at him all day, “did you two know her well?”

And their answers - “Not as well as I’d like to.” Says the Mentalist. The Soldier shugs, “At one point.” - surprise Hoshiumi.

From how you talked about the two of them he would have assumed that you were close. The looks on their faces turn sad and sullen and yet Hoshiumi feels not joyful but suddenly not as lonely. It makes him feel as though it wasn’t just him that you wanted to keep at an arm's length. It wasn’t just him that you were afraid to let in.

“Did you?” Asks the Soldier.

“I’m not sure.” Answers Hoshiumi.

“Well you’re here so you must have meant something to her.” Says the soldier, his voice soft.

The Mentalist smiles warmly, “and she must have meant something to you.”

You meant more to him than you’ll ever get to know.

“So,” The Mentalist clears his throat, “what’s ‘the Athlete’ supposed to mean?”

“Oh,” Hoshiumi mentally scolds himself for flushing again, “well it’s actually a bit of an inside joke… I think.”

The Mentalist turns his head to the side, “you think?”

“Well, she always talked about how she admired athletes. Talked about how she loved the way they ‘sparked’. Honestly, I’m surprised she chose me in the end.” Hoshiumi smiles, “I guess she couldn’t help but be impressed when she watched me play.”

Sparking.

Hoshiumi remembers how brightly you smiled when first saying those words. ‘Not everyone sparks’, you said, ‘people that spark are brilliant. Like you. It’s kind of hard to explain but I imagine it’s something similar to that feeling you get when you manage to break through a block that’s been roofing you all game.’

The Soldier, who's been standing idly by, finally turns to look at Hoshiumi and the Mentalist, “have any of you talked to the others?”

Hoshiumi rubs his neck sheepishly, “the others?” This is the first conversation he’s had all day.

“The other Muses?” Asks the Mentalist.

“Oh,” Hoshiumi looks around at the other people crowding the hall, “no. Honestly, I’m not really familiar with anyone else here. She never really spoke about the other… muses.” Apart from the two of you. “I’m basically a stranger to everyone else here. What about the two of you?”

“I’m in the same boat as you.” says the Soldier.

Hoshiumi and the Soldier then turn to look at the Mentalist who promptly responds, “she always did like to keep her distance.”

Distance, huh.

Hoshiumi hadn’t thought of it like that before. Though now that he thinks about it he realizes it’s likely something you’ve been doing all your life. Afterall, your childhood friend, the Soldier, looks around weirdly as if out of place in a place that you used to call home. A distance between yourself and your youth. The Mentalist, the man who helped bring you into this world, stares at your newest photos as though he can’t believe that this is something you’ve created. A distance between yourself and your past.

And a distance between yourself and him.

The distance between you and Hoshiumi was one he could never quite bridge. He could only ever love you from afar and wonder what it might be like to hear you call out his name. In the middle of a game when you’re cheering for him; excitedly when you have something on your phone that you want to show him; upsetly when he teases you about something stupid; or softly when he leaves for an away game.

Fall in love with someone you met.

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In the Midst of Uncertainty

(Y/n) (L/n),

Sometimes I wonder what you might have thought of me. Was I just another person passing by? Was I someone you wanted to know? Someone you wanted to be around? I guess now I’ll never have the chance to ask you now, though I suppose I never would have asked in the first place.

Hoshiumi Korai.

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‘Beneath star filled eyes and below the practiced smiles was the ‘her’ I knew. A young girl who wanted nothing but to change the world.’

- The Soldier

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You know,

The other day while I was out something came up that reminded me of you. The water fountain, where you took the first photo of me, was getting repaired. An older man approached me and spoke about his memories there and talked about how sad it was that it no longer held the same magical sparkle.

At first I had agreed with him but the longer I stared the more I began to notice that there was some sort of sparkle still there. The children that ran and played around it certainly seemed to find something magical about it; and I began to wonder if that was how you too saw the world?

Your friend, Korai.

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‘She glowed. Perhaps not with the brilliance of stars, or the destructiveness of fire; but with the gentle comfort of the night - like fireflies.’

- The Storyteller

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Dear (Y/n),

There are many things I wish I could have said to your face. Many things that I’ll never get the chance to say.

I have this vague idea in my head of what I think you might say. Of how I believe you might have reacted. Like, for instance, when I’m stuck at the grocery store trying to decide between two different apples. I’d imagine you’d laugh before throwing them both into the cart and I’d put them both back but see them once again when we reached the register. I’d give you a certain look and then you’d smile - the same smile you always had when you saw me.

And yet, when I ask others about you I’m met with such different versions of the person I used to know. Such mixed reactions and predictions of what you might have done and it makes me wonder if I ever really knew you at all.

Yours, Hoshimui.

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‘From whispers to rumors I learned her name. It wasn’t something I thought worth remembering yet it was also something I’d never forget.’

- The Mentalist

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I feel lonely when I think of you. Of how I might never end up with someone. How I’ll forever be searching for someone that’ll only ever be second best. And it makes me sad.

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‘People say she parted crowds like how Moses parted the sea. That she danced on the moon with stars in her hair. Really though, she was someone who loved to get lost in crowds.’

- The Dancer

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(Y/n),

Did I ever tell you how I used to pour over your written works? That, at one point, I’d taken out all the photos in the album you left behind just to search for tiny phrases or poems that you might’ve left behind? How, while I’d never been all too good at reading, your words reached me in a way nothing else ever had?

I think, in another life, you could have been a poet or writer. Perhaps not a big ticked author whose work ends up as a New York Times’ best seller but the kind that manages to reach the hearts of even the most closed off individuals. Perhaps not because you managed to live a life just as bad or worse but because you were able to feel sympathy and empathy for them.

I wonder if other people have managed to read the words you’ve left behind. If they think about you the same way that I do? If they wonder about you the same way that I had? And if they hoped to one day see the face of someone that moved them so.

Korai.

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‘Sometimes she was as gentle as dew on the petals of flowers in the morning; others, she was as loud as the pounding of raindrops in the midst of a thunderstorm.’

- The Architect

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I miss you deeply.

Perhaps not as much as your parents or relatives miss you.

Perhaps not even as much as your friends or acquaintances.

But deeply - if that make’s sense.

---

‘The stories always painted her as a soloist on a journey of discovery but I like to think that she was more of an accompanist. Someone that sought to bring out others’ brilliance.’

- The Violinist

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I think you were like a distant wave in the wind, a sudden burst of warmth in a sea of cool, and it was refreshing yet overwhelming at the same time.

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‘I know of many that have claimed to have recognized her elegance and brilliance from first glance. But to me she was utterly ordinary.’

- The Journalist

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(Y/n),

Before you knew me I used to think of you before bed. I used to dream of you when I went to sleep and think of you once again when I woke up. And it’s strange, isn’t it? That I’d desperately search for a way to be close to someone that I didn’t know? Someone that I never knew? And yes, I did feel rather odd, but it was my way of wondering what kind of person you’d be and how you might think of me.

I think, deep down in the depths of my heart, I knew that there would forever be this distance between yourself and I. It was just the kind of person you seemed to be. So kind and warm yet just barely out of reach.

That was how you seemed to me, a stranger, and how you seemed to your friends. And I wonder if that ever made you lonely. If it ever made you wish for something more. Something that you might not ever be. Of course, I hope you didn’t mind it and I hoped that you did manage to find someone close to you (even if that person wasn’t me) because we should all be close to someone. That, afterall, is how we are meant to live. Together.

When I knew you I would wonder about you constantly. In between games and sometimes in the middle of training sessions. Of course you didn’t totally consume my mind though you certainly seemed to do that very thing to my heart. When I knew you I felt as if I knew you more and less. As if all my questions before had been answered and strangely opened more.

As if we could ever know someone for just a few moments or questions.

Your death was so sudden, ya know?

The kind of thing I’d never be able to prepare myself for.

The kind of thing I’d never thought would have happened.

The kind of thing I wish…

Ya know, sometimes I wonder how our lives might have been if we were born in another universe. In another time line with different… variants. Would we be nothing but characters on a page? Would I still love you from a distance? Would I have ever gotten the chance to know you at all and if I did would I still love you the way I did now? Would you just be another person?

I think not.

I’d like to believe that this me, and every other me (if others me did exist) would love you. Not because it was a matter of life or because it was something predetermined by fate or God but because that was just how things would be. And it would be a choice I’d choose to make every day.

Korai.

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‘She walked a tightrope between brilliance and insanity. Teetered on the edge of a pedestal others placed her upon. Watching from the outside in.’

- The Hero

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It’s hard for me to understand other people. Though I guess that’s because I never really tried. In my mind, I imagine most people are sad. A part of them is always searching for something they’re missing - searching for something to really care about - when they aren’t already distracted with something else.

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‘At some point I had begun to wonder about her. How her laugh might sound, how her tears would fall and how the world might light up around her when she smiled.’

- The Bookkeeper

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“I had once hoped to fall in love.”

“And why is it no longer what you wish for?”

“Well, I suppose I still do - though differently than how I had before.”

“How so?”

“Now I hope to love and be loved rather than love someone else from afar.”

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‘She was ever like a breeze in the wind. Always all around you, ready to shower you with a gentle kiss of spring, yet always just out of reach.’

- The Auteur

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Do you remember when I asked you “how do you come up with ideas for your photos?”

How you shook your head and sat silently for a while. Then you went on a long walk. When you came back your expression was sad and almost empty - almost as if you’d lost all inspiration that once filled your eyes. Your strange behaviour had gone on for so long that I had begun to wonder what it is that I might have done wrong. And eventually, you closed your eyes and spotted something amongst the brilliant stars.

And you smiled, “instinct, I suppose. Though mostly because of people like you.”

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‘There was this seemingly innate ability she seemed to have that allowed her to so easily connect with others. Some say it was her eyes, others her smile, I think it was that flutter.

- The Chef

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It’s hard to write but it’s even harder to love.

Sometimes, I wonder if I have done either.

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‘She was sort of like that moment right before you took flight. Filled with so much excitement, anticipation and fear for what’s to come.’

- The Pilot

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Dearest, (Y/n),

I attended a showing of yours the other day. Though I suppose it was more of a showing that presented you rather than a showing that you have created. The paintings were beautiful and almost all of your Muses had gathered around to see it. It was in celebration of your life. I guess that’s the only time we’re ever all in one place though. When it’s about you.

The names of people that I’d known for years seemed so much more… human in person. Less tangible.

We were all asked to write something about you for the show. Asked about what we thought you were like. I wonder if you would have smiled after reading everyone else’s words. If you would have shaken your head and turned away. You definitely collected quite the group of personalities among you.

And yet somehow… Everyone here seems so alike.

I can’t exactly name how, it’s more of a gut feeling in my chest. Like when I know where someone’s going to hit despite their bodies giving nothing away.

You used to tell me that that was one of your favourite things about me.

I wonder if it still would be now.

Ya know, I have to admit, I don’t think I ever really thought about death until you. Of course I knew that people died but the full force of the idea didn’t really sink in until you were sunk beneath the sea. I think it would have made you happy, knowing that your ashes were spread across the sea instead of being buried beneath the ground. Free to travel the world to your heart’s content. And truthfully, I could never imagine you being trapped in one place for the rest of time.

A part of me wishes I had managed to meet you sooner. When you were still young and filled with youthful innocence. When you were still naive and eager to see the rest of the world. When you had yet to fall in love for the first time. I wonder and wonder, and it only makes me wonder even more.

Do you think I would have been able to know you better?

Do you think anyone would have been able to know you had you not closed yourself off?

Do you think you could have loved me?

I miss you.

I think everyone here misses you, at least a little.

Ya, I think that sounds right. At least a little.

Yours, Korai.

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‘Many knew of her, but I doubt anyone really knew her. From the Soldier to the Journalist, she masterfully built her walls. I don’t think she ever really let anyone in.’

- The Athlete

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Fall in love with the idea of someone.

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