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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Inarizaki’s Manager

Miss Manager is Shy and Cute 🥹

Inarizaki x shy and cute! Female manager (she/her pronoun)

Warnings: Atsumu starts off as a butthole but we reform him, fluff

A/N: I wrote a headcanon set earlier with a shy reader and well, now I think I’m a shy reader expect 💅 so here’s one of my favs with a shy manager 😌

Oof- you good, girl?

Seriously this team is like the opposite of shy and calm

I wouldn’t say they are Karasuno level but they get HYPED

Now, many of them had given up the dream of ever having a female manager

They were prepared to brave it alone (namely Kita, Aran, Omimi, Akashi, Suna, Ginjima, etc)

They knew what their problem was…

Well PROBLEMS

Atsumu and Osamu

But it’s fine because they were efficient 💅

Kita did everything and well, Kita did everything

But that all changed when one day our precious Angel, Riseki, met someone new 👀

You see, you were the new girl in school

A curse honestly

Being the new kid is never easy, trying to find friends or fit in with everyone is so hard

And to top it off, you were ridiculously shy and a wallflower

It’s not that you didn’t want to make friends but your shy, cute nature made it difficult

When you first joined Riseki’s class, he thought you were rather cute

You kept to yourself, didn’t bother anyone

You were smart and capable

And most importantly, you had absolutely NO CLUE who the Miya twins were 😌

Riseki had watched you a few times, and you showed a lot of promise

You seemed to be able to ignore all the Miya chat surrounding you

You didn’t seem bothered by the fan girls

And most importantly, when a Miya fight would break out, you’d simply ✨ignore ✨ it

The problem was that Riseki knew you were shy

You’d never speak up in class, you barely talked to anyone

But he also knew this was his opportunity

So what does he do? Well he confides in Kita

“Hey Kita, so I think I might have found us a potential manager?”

Kita 👉🏻😐😑 *not convinced or optimistic whatsoever*

“Is this person a teenage girl?” Kita asks in return

“Yes but-”

Kita 👉🏻 No 🫶🏻🥰

“Here me out tho, she’s a transfer student and I’ve been keeping an eye on her,” Riseki says

Kita 👉🏻🤨 creepy but ight-

“She has shown zero reaction to the Miyas at all! Like none, not even a second glance!” He says

Kita 👉🏻 tell me more…

Riseki goes on to explain more about you and Kita agrees to give you a small trial run

Ok now that Kita is convinced, all Riseki needs to do is ask you

Simple right?

“Hey Yn!” He yells as you freeze

You rn 👉🏻😐😳

Please you are looking around like “is he talking to me? Am I Yn?”

“Hey I was wondering if you had a club yet?” He asked as you just stared 👁️👄👁️

Please Yn, function

Riseki realizes that he probably came in way too strong, so he backs up a bit

“Umm I’m sorry to come at you so strong but I was wondering if you needed a club? The boys volleyball team is looking for a manager and I think you’d be perfect,” he says as your eyes widen even more

Please blink before your eyes dry up

“Ohh umm I don’t think I umm- I’m not sure I’d be good- I don’t play volleyball or know anything really,” you say as you blush heavily

Riseki is DYING at how cute you are 😭

“It’s ok Yn! I can teach you everything and the guys, wellmostoftheguys, are super helpful!” He says as you ponder for a bit

Maybe this is just what you need? You never take chances like this and maybe now is the time to start branching out

“Umm I guess I can try,” you say, a tiny smile lighting up your face as Riseki dies inside 😭

After school, he brings you to practice

The gym is huge and all the guys in it are huge as well

You start to second guess your decision

Maybe you aren’t cut out to be social, yeah maybe you’ll just be shy forever

Suddenly you are forced out of you thoughts when you are approached by four guys

You quickly take refuge behind Riseki and peer out from behind him as the boys all smile at you

“Kita, Aran, Omimi, Akagi- this is Yn! Yn these are our third years!” Riseki says as you blush hard and peek out from behind him

“Umm hello, I’m YN from class 1-4. It’s very n-nice to meet y-you,” you stutter out as the third years practically perish

How the heck are you so freaking cute?? 😭

“It’s nice to meet you YN, I’m Kita, the captain. Thank you so much for coming to meet with us,” Kita says, already impressed that you aren’t making waves or causing any disruptions

“T-thank you for having me,” you say as you stand next to Riseki now, a little more confident

“So Yn, do you know anything about volleyball?” Aran asks as you shake your head

“Not really but I’m a pretty fast learner,” you say as the boys all nod

Suddenly, a rouge ball comes flying out of nowhere as you quickly take cover as Akagi stops it from hitting you

“Are you ok Yn?” Kita asks as you nod

“I’m fine thank you,” you say before being approached by a boy with a yellowish blonde hair color

“Hey girls aren’t allowed in the gym!” He shouts as you reeled back a bit

Who was this extremely rude person?

“Shut up ya idiot! Obviously she’s talking to the captain!” A silver toned man says

“Yeah well I don’t need to be interrupted by any squealing pigs during my serves so get out of here!” He shouts at you as you quietly back up

“ATSUMU! Knock it off, stop being so rude! This isn’t one of your fan girls, this is Yn and she’s going to be our trial manager!” Kita scolds the yellowish blonde as he scoffs

“This? This is going to be our manager? She’s tiny and looks like she’s afraid of her own shadow! How is she going to ever be a manager for a powerhouse?” Atsumu says as you whince a little

Man he was a jerk 😒

“Damn Sumu, you’re being a jerk! Leave the poor girl alone,” a tall black haired man says

“Suna’s right! She didn’t do anything to you,” Omimi says as Atsumu stares at you

“She’s literally taking up space! Like how is she going to even be helpful?” Atsumu says as you finally lose it

“Excuse me,” you say, a little anger and agitation now clear on your voice

Everyone 👉🏻👀

“Yes, I maybe a little shy and skittish at times but it’s extremely rude of you to judge someone you haven’t even been introduced to,” you say as the men all look at you

Kita is like mentally taking notes

Suna has his phone out and recording 📱

Riseki is like “who is this?”

“My name is Yn and I’m a first year. I might not be the best but I’m smart and I learn quickly. If I interrupted your practice, I apologize but I won’t stand here and be treated with disrespect,” you say as you bow and take your leave

Honestly Queen shit 👑

Oohhhh Kita and Riseki are BIG MAD

Kita doesn’t say anything, he just GLARES at Atsumu

Riseki turns and goes after you but not before giving Atsumu the death glare of a lifetime

Aran, Omimi and Akagi are ready to kill

Suna is still recording 📱

Ginjima has now joined the pack and is wondering what the heck is going on

And Osamu, well Osamu is 👀 👇🏻

“YOU TYRANNICAL PIGGGGG!” He shouts as he kicks Atsumu in the back

But this time, nobody stops him from beating up his brother

The team 👉🏻 😙🎶

Meanwhile-

“YN wait! Please wait- I’m so sorry about Atsumu!” Riseki says apologizing to you

“Riseki, I’m sorry but I can’t-,”

“Please Yn! PLEASE! Please just give us a shot! I promise, we will kick Atsumu off the team if we have to just please be our manager!” Riseki says, on his knees BEGGING

Dang these guys really want a manager 😅

You sign, “I’ll do a trial run if it means that much to you.”

Riseki 👉🏻😐😳🥹 really?!?

You smile and nod a little

Riseki pulls you in for a deep hug 🫂 as you simply blush

And this began your journey as Inarizaki’s sweet manager

I wish I could say it was all smooth sailing but alas, Atsumu is still on the team 🙄

You aren’t sure why but at first, he’s just not nice at all

Like he refuses to take a towel from you, or even drink the water you hand him

He kind of makes you miserable

He knows how shy you are so he often puts you on the spot just to embarrass you

“Hey Yn do you know what that was called?” He says as he slams a serve over

Omimi and Akagi 👉🏻🙄 here we go…

Kita 👉🏻 😐😑 Atsumu-

Osamu 👉🏻 just say the word Yn 🙎‍♂️🤛🏻

Suna 👉🏻👀📱

“Umm a serve ace right?” You shyly respond

“Well would you look at that, she can learn,” Atsumu laughs as he walks away

Everyone is GLARING at Sumu rn

Literally Riseki was not joking when he said they would kick him off the team Yn

Idk if you bruised his ego or what Yn but man’s has it out for you 😅

However, one thing about Atsumu is that you can win the man over

It’s simple really… 🙌🏻 praise 🙌🏻

And you do just that

“Sumu your sets are really off today!” Aran says as Atsumu glares at him

“Yeah dude you literally almost flubbed our quick,” Suna says as Atsumu rolls his eyes and walks away

He sits on the bench, putting a towel over his head as he ponders

He’s not sure what’s wrong with him today but he’s been off all day

You noticed something was off, thinking maybe he was just having a bad day

But then you realized that Atsumu Miya wasn’t use to having bad days

So you decide to extend an olive branch

You walk over the him as he sits on the bench

“YN wait!” Osamu tries to stop you but he can’t

Suna’s eyes widen in fear for your life as Kita gets ready to save you from certain destruction

You calmly sit beside Atsumu as he turns his head and glares at you

You smile a little and place your hand on his gently

The team 👉🏻😳😲

“Everyone has bad days Atsumu. If we didn’t have bad days, we’d never get better. I still think you’re an amazing setter and if you ever need a hug, I’m here for you,” you say as Atsumu’s eyes widen

Atsumu is to stunned to speak

Quick Suna take a picture!

Seriously he was so mean to you and yet, you were still so nice to him

You smile and stand up, walking back to practice when it happens 🫣

Two strong arms grasp you from behind as a warmth radiates around you

You smile a little, grabbing his arms and squeezing

“Thanks Yn,” Atsumu says as he lets go and walks back into the court

The entire team is too stunned to speak

You say nothing as you go back to your job, handling towels, volleyballs and notes

“Did that just happen?” Ginjima asks

“I think so? Is this a dream?” Omimi responds

“Holy crap Atsumu actually has a heart?” Suna says

“OF COURSE I HAVE A HEART YA IDIOT!” Atsumu screams from the court

“Not like anyone could every tell ya grinch!” Osamu responds

“EXCUSE YOU SIR?!? WE ALL HAVE BAD DAYS, IF WE DISNT HOW WOULD WE EVER GET BETTER!” Atsumu responds

“YN literally just told you that ya dummy!” Ginjima says, rolling his eyes 🙄

The guys go back to practice

This time, Atsumu is much more on point

You smile and clap as the boys all kill it in practice

You don’t cheer loud, simply clap and smile 😊

It’s literally giving them life Yn!

Now when it came time for tournaments, you can’t say you weren’t nervous

This was your first time around so many people

You were still pretty shy, even thought you’d become friends with the entire volleyball team

Literally they were so protective of their shy little manager 🥹

“Ok is everyone here?” Kita asks as you nod

You had been walking in back with Suna, making sure all the members stayed together

“Ok let’s go get warmed up!” Kita shouted as the guys all nodded and followed

You were walking when suddenly, your notebook fell and your papers scattered everywhere

“Crap!” You silently said as you kneeled down to pick them up

However what you failed to notice was that the team had continued to walk

You see where I’m going with this 👀

“Hey guys- oh no!” You said as you stood up, realizing there was every color of jersey surrounding you BUT black and white

You 👉🏻😐😳😢

“Ok Yn calm down, the team is somewhere,” you silently muttered to yourself as you wandered around giants

You felt like crying, scared and nervous because there were so many people around

You had to ask someone for help

Suddenly, you bumped into the back of someone

“I’m so sorry!” You said, tears in your eyes as she looked at you

“Oh it’s fine, hey are you ok?” She asked, gorgeous blue eyes watching you

You shook your head, eyes meeting hers

“Hey Kiyoko, I’ve got the bento boxes all sorted!” A blonde girl said, walking up to you

“What team do you work with?” The girl named Kiyoko asked

“I-I’m with Inarizaki,” you said as they both smiled

“Come with me and Yachi, we can take you to the gym,” Kiyoko said as Yachi stood beside you

“Thank you so much,” you say bashfully to the two pretty girls

Meanwhile…

“Ok Riseki, Ginjima can you help YN fill up the water bottles please?” Kita asks as they nod and look over to you

Only you’re not there 😅

They start looking all over for their precious bby

Please Ginjima even looks under his shoes incase he stepped on you 😭

“Umm Kita,” Riseki interrupts

“Yes,” Kita says looking at him

“YNs not here,” Riseki says as everyone stops

“What the hell? Where is she?” Kita says looking around everywhere for you

“Suna weren’t you walking with her?” Aran asks as Suna gulps

“She was with me just a a minute ago!” Suna says, now panicking too

“Oh my god and I was just starting to actually like her and you lost her?!?” Atsumu says as Osamu smacks the back of his head

Then they hear their opponents say something

“Has anyone seen Kiyoko and Yachi?” Their team captain says

“OH MY GOD WE HAVE A MANAGER KIDNAPPER!!!” Riseki yells as two of Karasunos memebers RUN from the gym

“We have to find Yn!” Aran shouts following them with the rest of the team

All that remains in the gym is Kita and Karasuno’s captain, Daichi

“We could just text them,” Daichi says as Kita nods

Back with you, you are enjoying talking with the two Karasuno managers

They both seem a little shy like you but they still manage a strong school

“The gym is just up this way-” Kiyoko says when you hear it

At first, it sounds like a stampede of elephants

Then you realize it’s just like 15 teenage boys racing toward you 😅

“YN OH MY GOD WE FOUND YOU!” Riseki says pulling you into a hug as your boys gather around you

“Are you hurt? Do you need help? Are you hungry?” Aran says panicking as you watch Kiyoko and Yachi fight off their team

You giggle a little, the boys taken a back

“I’m fine guys, I actually just made some friends!” You says smiling at Kiyoko and Yachi

Inarizaki rn 👉🏻😐😳🥹 our baby is growing up!

“Thanks Kiyoko and Yachi! I’ll see you in the gym!” You say, waving to the two girls as they follow you

You look over at Riseki and give him the biggest hug

Riseki rn 👉🏻😳

“Thanks for inviting me to be your team manager! Now let’s go kick some butt!” You say sweetly as the team stops

The team 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

No need to worry about the match Yn, I’m sure everything will be just fine 😌

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youmarin · 4 months

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Now Recruiting! ft. Inarizaki VB Boys - Part 8: Inarizaki v.s. Itachiyama

Summary: It’s time for the Summer Interhigh Tournament. Rivals face each other. And after, what will the next semester bring to the boys and Miss Manager?

Word count: 3,690 + Extra 12 (214)

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“Oi! I’m leaving, you know! Exhausting yourselves won’t help you out.”

“Just one more.” The setter said as he made his starting run. One. Two. Three. Four. Jump floater. Suna, who was on the other side of it, wasn't able to discern the real trajectory - or maybe he was already tired and began to half ass-, and took position too far up front. He received it. The only problem is he did so with his face. “Holy fuck!” Atsumu cursed and ran over to him.

“Suna!” You dropped the other volleyballs you had picked up on the cart - didn’t want to risk anyone tripping on one and getting injured. One’s never too safe- and ran over to check up on the dark haired boy lying on the ground.

“Are you okay?” You leaned over him from one side. He was blinking, probably trying to make out what had just happened to him. And there were three of you looking down on him. If he wasn’t worried by the simultaneous numbness and hurt he felt on his face he might’ve thought he was having a dream.

“He should be okay. If it were a spike serve he might’ve passed out.” Everyone finds reassurance differently, you guessed.

“I’m fine.” He tried to sit by grabbing the hand Osamu was offering. He missed it.

“Think you might’ve given him a concussion?” Osamu tried again and gently helped him sit. Suna’s head spun for a moment but it slowly came back to focus. “What day is it?”

“2nd of August.” Suna answered as you inspected the red spot on his forehead, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Who hit ya straight on your snout?” No answer. “Oi. Suna, I’m speaking to you.”

“What?” He briefly looked away from your concerned eyes and looked over to where Osamu was by one side before returning to look at you. “Oh. ‘Tsumu did.”

“Okay, y/n, Imma need you step out for a moment.”

“What?” You looked at him, confused.

“You’re clearly distracting him. I can’t consider the integrity of this test if I don’t know if he’s concussed or just crushing on you.”

“Well, okay.” You left, still worried yet a bit flustered. “I’ll bring the first aid kit.”

Kita gave the team a fearsome earful for not going home after the countless times he told them to, making them warm up properly before leaving -and 10 extra laps to make things interesting-. After making sure that Suna was okay -Suna’s punishment got a rain check, but for now he was staring at his fellow second years, Akagi and a couple of first years, thinking he was on the clear- , you took care of his nosebleed, sitting on the court’s left side bench. He felt so lame right now. “I’m glad it wasn’t anything serious.”

“Of course it’s serious.” Suna answered, “Atsumu could’ve broken my nose or ruined my face.” You laughed.

“Well, he didn’t. But someone else might someday if you’re continuing this career path.”

“Not if I actually receive with my arms.”

You fell in a comfortable silence as you worked. You tilted his head and moved to wipe the blood off his lips and nose .

“How are you feeling?” You asked after a while. Suna straightened up and seeing as he wasn’t bleeding over his face and t-shirt anymore you considered it safe.

“I’m okay.” He nodded, trying to ignore how his surroundings blurred when he did. But when he stood up, you noticed the gone look that flashed in his eyes for a second.

“You’re still dizzy, aren’t you?” you quirked a brow, then chuckled softly, “Here.” proceeding to wrap one of his arms around your shoulders and put one of yours around his torso.

***

Everyone was busy. From afar, you could hear the faint melodies while the school band rehearsed. The cheering squad gathered their team and practiced their routines and mottos - the captain even asked if you were interested in joining them like last time-, and as every year it was expected that a great part of the student body would attend to support their team. It was a big moment for the whole community. Thankfully, the boys were used to all of it, and rather than feeling pressure over it, they couldn’t be more excited. They knew the extent of their capabilities and their responsibility. And as their team captain always said: There’s no point in being nervous if you know what you can do.

***

“Where’s y/n?”

“She has a talent of disappearing without anyone noticing.”

“It’s quite scary if you think about it.”

“She hasn't left. Her stuff’s on the bleachers.”

“I can’t wait to get over with this.”

“I know. I bet it’s been awfully hard for you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Guys,” They all turned when they heard you, “c’mon, we have to leave soon. Don’t even think of extra practice time today- Wait. What are you up to?” You eyed them warily. The boys were all huddled in a group, each set of eyes looking in your direction pairing with innocent smiles - which inspired the opposite of innocent intentions. No one could blame you for being suspicious -.

“We have a surprise for you.” Osamu said, stepping up. His twin grabbed what he was holding and didn’t give him a chance to protest before he was handing it over to you.

“A-A what? Why?” After all, you thought you were the one supposed to prepare them a gift given the occasion. You stared at the box with a little bow on top, then straight to the blonde’s smiling face and at the rest of the boys, at a loss for words.

“When someone offers you a present you don’t ask such questions. Just accept it.” Aran encouraged.

You reached for it, brushing hands with the setter as you grabbed it. “Thank you.”

“But since you asked,” Osamu started after glaring at his brother as you opened it and saw it, “We wanted you to know, if you still hadn’t figured it out, that you are as important to us as any of the members of the team.”

“We appreciate all the work you do, your kindness and you taking care of us.” Kita added.

In your hands, you held a familiar fabric of equally familiar colors. It was a shirt like the ones they used on their official matches: black, with the name of the team written in white bold letters on the front and your name on the back.

You felt warmth spreading all over your chest. They could be a handful sometimes, but this was your team and also your friends, and you were so proud of them.

You hugged the blonde boy in front of you , taking him by surprise yet he was quick to return it. When you pulled back, you beamed at him, and he was thankful the other guys joined for a hug and stole your attention from his burning face and pounding heart.

Morning came, and this morning was not one to wish to stay five more minutes in bed or to sit at the edge of it with your head lost in space. You were up in a beat, turning off your alarm before it could go off and dashing to the bathroom to get ready. Getting out, you got dressed up, your Inarizaki tee shirt under your jacket.

“Good morning.” your mom saluted, looking at you oddly for how animated you appeared this morning.

“Mornin’ mom.”

“Wait, you’re not having anything for breakfast?”

“Uh no,” you said, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before balancing on one leg while you put on one shoe, then doing so the other way, “I grabbed something for later though. Want to get to the club room before the boys to double check that everything's in order.”

“You have everything you need?” She asked and you ran over your mental note.

“Yeah, I think so.” You kissed her cheek goodbye when she came over to see you off, “I’m heading out. See ya later.”

“Good luck!”

All the boys were quiet during the ride over to the gymnasium where Interhigh Tournament would take place, and by all it means even Atsumu was sharing his earphones with his twin and was sitting quietly, bobbing his head softly to the beat of his music. He was lively, could even describe him as wild sometimes, but you could count on him to remain sober and serious on such big moments. Suna was nodding to whatever the captain was saying to him. It was a bit amusing and also endearing seeing him look a little nervous listening to Kita. Ginjima was speaking with his upperclassman Aran, while Omimi and Akagi chatted with the first years, which seemed to be the most nervous.

The gym was a large building, fit for the several matches that would be taking place simultaneously. You went with the coach and you were quick to find your section upon your arrival, leading the team inside. Bright lamps on the ceiling met your eyes as you looked up, taking in the scene, while the chilly air from the air conditioned space hit your face. Other teams were heading to their respective areas and some of the first contenders were already warming up on their side of the court.

Dropping their bags, the boys took off their school jackets and changed their tees to their uniform. Some put on their knee pads and arm sleeves before they all headed over to the court to start their warmup routine. Warmups and drills had also another purpose besides, well, getting ready for the game. It was also a time to show off; show your confidence, your skill to the opposite team, and what they were about to confront. If you knew how to do it, and the Inarizaki boys were infamous for that, you could lead them on with a bit of intimidation.

“C’mon show me your best one, ace.” Atsumu encouraged Aran, who gave his start before jumping in the air with excellent form and slamming the ball on the floor to the other side of the net with booming force. Smiling, the setter watched the ball bounce off, making eye contact with one of the players from the other team when he looked up, smile unwavering.

Other players achieved to make their rivals uneasy without meaning to. Kita was that type. As he carried out with his drills, purpose-set as usual, boys from the other team stared at the captain move seemingly effortlessly. Reputation also helped, as the known middle-blocker Suna Rintaro moved on the court with such familiarity as if he were back on the Inarizaki High gym.

Of course, they didn’t reveal everything then and there. It was only a taste before the real thing started. The boys were also good with the element of surprise.

The stands above began to fill up with students from the different schools of the prefecture and from outside, and volleyball fans overall. These sort of events always attracted people from all over, ages ranging from the youngest to the eldest.

You recognized your school, the band standing in their place and the cheering squad hanging the banner you had made on their spot. Soon enough, the ref blew his whistle calling for the coaches to hand him the information of their respective starting lineups and player positions. After, it was just a few more minutes before he called for the captains to decide which side served first.

When the boys’ first couple of matches were over and they’d won without major inconveniences, you rushed over to watch the other matches and keep track of the bracket.

“I think Inarizaki should be over too. You think they did alright?”

“Dunno. But if Miya plans to defeat us they better have.” The blonde may not be his favorite person, but the rivalry was there. And things wouldn’t be as interesting or fun without it.

At that moment as they turned to head over the court where your team’s match had taken place, Sakusa saw you coming.

“Y/n!” Motoya waved at you, “Good to see you.”

“Hi, guys.” you smiled, happy to find friends out of the multitude. They were carrying a towel around their shoulders and you took it as their most recent match had just finished as well. Sakusa’s otherwise neat kept locks were a bit messy, slightly damp by his sweat. His dark eyes emitted friendliness as he acknowledged you, even a small smile threatened to take over his features.

“Did you guys win?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You responded with a satisfied tone and knowing smile. “Did you?”

“You really had to ask?” Motoya said jokingly.

“So that means that if we both win our next matches,” you looked down at the papers on your clipboard.

“We’ll face each other.” Sakusa finished for you. “So you better make it.”

And both teams did make it and were bound to face each other.

The other matches had gone alright. The team never underestimated any of the others. Sure, someone could get a little over its head and there was a little taunting, but it was normal for players to mess with opponents psychologically.

But considering these two teams knew each other better, they felt as if there was this responsibility for each other to go all out for it to work and have a good match. Both teams didn’t seem as exhausted as they saluted each other in the middle of the court before their match started.

During the first minutes of the first set, the team made a few mistakes while the coach told them to get themselves together. He had to call for a time out before Itachiyama could further their lead. After that, things fell into a good rhythm for them and they took the first set.

The game went downhill for them from that point on. Itachiyama’s defense surpassed them, not letting a lot of the boy’s attacks land and prolonging the rallies. Even when both Suna and Aran were on the court they couldn’t earn enough points to steal another set. They knew how to find their weakest spots, and who to target. And things only got worse as the game continued and they grew more fatigued and frustrated.

Atsumu set the ball for Suna, but the latter wasn’t fast enough in his approach and had to hurriedly make the pass, without as much force as he would’ve liked.

“Feint!” Motoya called and another of the players called for the ball, easily receiving it. They spiked it over and Kita was there to readily pass it to Atsumu, who set it for Aran. The ace tried to hit over the blockers that were marking him, but the hit lost power as it hit one of the blockers' hands.

The road for Inarizaki ended with none other than Sakusa sending a spike over to their side.

The beginning of the second semester. Your second semester in your new school, and this time it wasn’t as daunting. Now, you had the boys from the volleyball team. You reached the school gates, and not long after crossing them, you found your fellow second years.

“Y/N!” Gin noticed you first.

“We gotta take a group photo.” Atsumu stated, leading Suna to ask a random student to take a picture of you. Awkwardly, the boy accepted Suna’s phone.

“Do we really have to?” First mistake.

“Are you saying you don’t want to take a photo with us? Do you even like us?”

“No! Of course not!- Wait. Hold up,” Nothing you were saying was coming up straight judging by his face. Even the other three seemed to deflate a little. “What I mean is that I do like you.” You said looking straight into the setter’s eyes. And why were his cheeks burning all of a sudden?

“Then why not take a picture?” Suna, who kept a digital record of everything he could, asked you. “It’ll be nice to look back at it.”

“I just don’t look very flattering in front of a camera.” you shrugged, trying to play down your insecurities. “Plus, we have taken plenty of photos together.” During games they always made you.

Of course, some of them had noticed you’ve been shy regarding the topic. But that wouldn’t be the end of it. “But we don’t have one of this moment.” Osamu said.

“If I may say, I think you’re very pretty, Y/n.” The boy, still holding Suna’s phone, nervously said. Suna quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh. Thank you.” Receiving compliments was nice. You wished you knew how to take them. It made you feel a little bad that you didn’t even know the boy’s name. But to be honest, you were bad with those too.

“Yes, she is. Glad your eyes are working dude. Now take the picture.” Atsumu shared his opinion but wasn’t thrilled to hear the boy shoot his shot right in front of his face. You ended up apologizing for him. Someone was a little on edge today.

They all looked at you, their expressions all saying, Please?

“Fine.”

Now, the other problem was picking where they would stand. Osamu ended up pushing his way between you and his twin, while Gin stood on your right. Since Suna was the tallest, he stood behind you. He whispered something in your ear, which made you smile and your face heat up.

After looking through the pictures, complaining about how he looked on some of them, the blonde finally broke down, “Did ya see that nonsense about a ceremony to recognize the team for our representation at Interhigh?”

You looked at the others searching for clues regarding the cause of Atsumu’s newest outburst, which was somehow related to the ceremony. Osamu’s expression denoted some sort of pain (now you had no doubt Atsumu was the cause of this pain), Gin hung his head, while Suna turned away, whistling. Thanks a lot, boys. Finally, your eyes settled back on the setter. “Uh… Yes, the coach sent me an e-mail about it. That’s great!-“ Osamu started gesturing and shaking his head. What? Did you say something wrong?

Okay, so the school wanted to recognize the volleyball team’s job in the tournament. Of course, there were some mixed feelings about it. The team had lost. But they’d reached semifinals and that landed them a spot at Spring High Nationals. They might’ve not won but still their hard work paid off. So that was good, right? That was what you thought before this conversation and the scene unfolding at the moment.

Second mistake.

“Oh yeah. Right. I mean, after all, the important thing is having fun. And second place is great.” Atsumu’s words were dripping with sarcasm. “We are the second best.” He gestured with his hands, making an arch. “It isn’t enough that we lost. No, they have to rub it in our faces calling us shitty names. Just outright call us a bunch of losers.” He muttered the last part. For a moment you had forgotten who you were talking to. Atsumu was one of the most competitive people you’ve ever met.

But still, he was dismissing a lot. “Okay, I get it. Second place might suck for you but you can’t just brush away all your and your teammates' sacrifice to get where you are.” There you were. They boys could always count on you to knock some sense into them. “But it’s good that you don’t settle. It makes you keep aiming high.” You smiled at him.

Atsumu stared at you for a moment. That funny feeling from the other day kept creeping and blooming all over his chest. And what was that fluttering on his stomach?

Osamu looked at him, waiting for his brother to speak again whether it be another complaint or another snarky comment. But when it took a few beats more than usual, it clicked to him.

“But…” Atsumu’s voice wavered a bit as he regained his composure and started walking behind you as you made your way to your classroom. The bell would ring soon. The rest followed you two. “It doesn’t mean I have to attend, right?”

“Uh, I think you should. You don’t want to be rude.”

“You’re saying that to one of the rudest, meanest people here.”

“I’m not mean!”

“Remember that girl that tried to give you homemade cookies she made herself and you said you weren’t interested in buying them?”

“It was a misunderstanding, Gin.”

“Sure it was.” Suna snorted, “And right after when she clarified, you didn’t accept them saying you had to take care of your weight.”

“We’re athletes. It’s very important to look after what we eat, and I didn’t know what she put on those.”

“You were stuffing your face right after eating pudding. And one of those was mine.”

“I told you I didn’t eat it!”

“Okay. That is pretty rude, Atsumu.”

“Whatever.” He frowned, “I’m not interested in any of those squealing girls. And this is besides the point.”

“Well,” you said, swerving back to the topic, “Think of it as a rehearsal. Years later, you become a pro player and something like this happens. You dislike it, but you go, show your face, be grateful,” You emphasize that point, “and then you leave. Even if you truly hate it. You can still complain all you want and we’ll hear you out.”

“ “We” sounds like a lot of people. I don’t know.” Ginjima scratched the back of his neck.

“Count me out.”

“I’ll hear you out.” you fixed.

“I guess I will too.” Osamu added. He didn’t think he'd have much choice. “And who knows, maybe one day you’ll learn about good sportsmanship.”

“Fake it ‘til you make it.”

“So you want me to be fake.” Atsumu stated.

“No.” you glared at Suna, hitting him in the arm - it felt more like a caress to him.-, making him chuckle. “Just,” you raised a finger, “Don’t be rude,” another, “be grateful,” the finale, “and go to your classroom you all.”

Extra 12: Shirt on or shirt off? [word count: 214]

“I’ll walk you to your dorm. I just need to arrange some things into the storage room first.” You said as you walked behind Suna towards their locker room and stood in the doorway while he grabbed his stuff, insisting on seeing him off safely.

“I feel better now. And it’ll be more late for you to get home. Who says I’ll let you go if you go with me?” Suna tried reassuring you and, why not, teasing you a little bit.

With lack of a response, he turned to look at you to find you blushing and mouth open to answer back, but settling on frowning.

Then your eyes traveled to his sweaty t-shirt, sticking to his chest and torso. A white tee, basically see-through at the moment, and the bloodstains on it. “Take your shirt off.”

Suna nearly knocks down the rest of his things. “What for?” Just how fast the tables turned. And the thing was you weren’t even trying to get him flustered.

“The blood. I might be able to get it off.” Then you turned around to give him privacy.

“Right.” He did as told. You reached your hand back for him to hand you the shirt, making him chuckle while doing so, and you were out of there.

A/N: Hello, dear readers! It’s been a while - a year 💀-. Happy 2024! I hope you’re all well and safe. I’m happy to see people are still enjoying and showing love to this series. And here we are with part 8! Funny, I started writing this part the day I posted part 7 and it took me this long to finish it. The extra was just added. I got a little confused with the tournaments’s stuff lol but I figured shit out (I think). Not that anything needs to be accurate but yk, helps the writing flow. Happy reading and see you next time, whenever that is! **slow updates**

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short-black-diamond · 1 year

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hello! i hope you had a great day and ur well :3

if you write for haikyuu, could you please do some headcanons about being inarizaki and/or seijoh's manager (2nd year) and having a singing, songwriting hobby on the side snd how the boys would be when it comes to their manager who really wants to be a singer! and if you could use taylor swift songs like cardigan or the lakes that would be so nice :)) thank you again!!

Bro I had to look up those songs in the first place cuz I don't really listen to Taylor swift but damn these two songs gave me the chills. Are you okay btw?

Anyways, sorry for posting it now, had some stuff to do sweetie, but thanks for the task! I learned a lot about these two teams!!

"Our hot manager can sing!"

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Summary: In which the Inarizaki and Seijoh boyzz have a female manager in her 2nd year who loves to sing.

Seijoh:

To say that the boys were amazed or surprised by your voice was an understatement.

Of course, the captain, Oikawa, always complimented you by your singing and even tried to sing with you a few times but got hit in the head multiple times by Iwaizumi with a volleyball and you felt bad for him

but Oikawa was shit at singing soooooo...

Also, your voice, whether you sung cardigan by Taylor Swift or any other song, it calmed the team down and motivated them to keep going with volleyball or...well, whatever they were going to do

Matsukawa, Hanamaki and Yahaba are always trying to get your attention, wanting you to sing random songs with them to which you happily accept

I mean, yeah, you get shy, but you are actually an extroverted person

you like to make rhymes while explaining something to the boys and Kindaichi -our precious union head- sometimes even beatboxes (idk he seems like to type to be able to do beatboxing i mean cmon look at his timeskip)

it turns into a rapping session

the players then dance and sing along, already having your words in their minds

Poor Akira has to listen to all those "Yeah!"s and "Uh huh!!!"s everytime he visits and he almost wants to skip again but then you sing some praise about him making a good and strategic hit

The lazy boy suddenly wants you to sing for him and him only

Kyōtani Kentarō is glaring at you guys, secretely wanting to sing along too but he thinks his voice may be too loud or he might come off as more aggressive until you one day scream out from the top of your longs to some heavy metal song, the other players nodding their heads violently at your cries

mad dog chimes in and bam, here you have a rockband already

Meanwhile, Yuda is vibing next to you as you sing one of Taylor Swift's songs yet again and even points it out, slightly teasing you

"What can I say? I just really like her voice and her songs help me when I'm feeling down..."

That freckled babyboy is trying to lift your spirits like he tried with his team when they all lost against Karasuno

you feel better

"Thanks Kaneo :)"

Babyboy is happy

Heisuke and Motomu are always clapping after your singing ends, thanking you for blessing their ears

Overall the whole team is so happy that they have a manager, who A) is a WOMAN, B) is NICE and C) even SINGS for them

In all of their matches, even against Karasuno, they showed you off, all chanting:

"LOOK, THIS IS OUR HOT MANAGER, AND SHE CAN SING! SUCKS FOR YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!"

You are growing annoyed whenever they do this and Iwaizumi has to scream from the top of his lungs to make the simps stop

My man is being respectful here

but he'd like to rub it in the other people's face as well

All in all, the boys are happy that you chose to be their manager

they are happy that you make songs for them to remember things more easily

they all want you to write your own songs and become a star and stuff like that cuz they think your voice is beautiful :D

And you want to be one as well and while you're working on a song then or resinging some songs which are mostly form your favourite singer, you're surprised to see already thousands of people liking your posts

this encourages you to keep doing what you love to do and the boys also cheer you on and make you go viral- mostly Oikawa- by posting your songs on their accounts as well

What can I say? You're a hot, he's hot, he also likes scandal's and the thought of his fans thinking you'd be his girlfriend-

Matsukawa and Oikawa tease you for asking you to give them autographs while fake crying and telling you to not forget about them

the others are just happy that you are being recignized for your pretty voice- as you should!

Inarizaki:

When you first started singing to yourself, the boys were bamboozled

where does this voice come from?

why is it so soothing?

Wait...

Is that...our manager???

you were mostly singing to yourself after practise ended, already pushing everybody out so that you could sing to yourself

you actually didn't wanna be so mean but you just loved the acoustic of the hall

The first one to notice is Kita, that obervant pretty boy

He just rounds the corner towards the sports hall one day and sees you singing a song he recognized but couldn't quite decipher

should he just come in? If not, he'd be wasting warm-up training...

so he knocks politely before asking to come in

he honestly had no idea what to do actually so he knocked

another respectful man

Kita gets a lil sad when you stop singing

you bashfully give him permission to come in and he's all happy again but of course he doesn't really show it

anyways

The twins come plus suna

greeting you with blushy faces as usual only to be scolded by Kita for coming five mins late

then the rest comes and they get an earful too

the training goes on like usual

Everybody's doing their best

(to impress you)

Aran (Alan??) is asking you for advice on how he can improve himself as an ace and you recommend him a few exercises

you also calm him down when he gets too fired up and accidently hits atsumu (intentionally)

Happy Alan noises

Riseki is constantly overthinking things and so you make him a rhyme he can remember thinking of and he is feeling better

The guys find it funny and sweet of you (Riseki thanks you with a bashful smile while averting his eyes and blushing a little) and Atsumu is the first one to ask you for a little comfort rhyme for getting hit by Aran with the volleyball

Alan still hasn't apologized

Anyways

Michinari is training as well but also likes to observe his teammates like Kita and has cheered when Aran hit Atsumu with a volleyball, you gave the future PE teacher a mean glare

Now you are telling him to throw the ball in the air and hit the ground with it after as a form of punishment

Cat eyes was not really happy with that but quickly got back to his cheery self

Kosaku is doing the same, but with much more vigor because of his competitive nature and you chant his name like a cheerleader

"Go Yuto go, go go go!", you exclaim while clapping your hands

mans getting aggressive over here, heart pounding and face heating up

Atsumu and Ginjima want you to chant their name as well, so Atsumu uses the second year's naiveness to his advantage, with Kita already sensing their bullshit

"no you won't", the observer says

Atsumu feigns being shocked and not knowing what the white haired guys says

Omimi observes the boys as well and then asks you for advice on how to better himself, to which you happily help him

when everyone is occupied with training, you siftly sing 'the lakes' by Taylor swift again, not noticing how after a while, one after the other stops training to hear your voice and well

they now know why you always usher them out

the hall echoes your voice wonderfully

When you're done, the whole team claps and cheers

Atsumu is asking you to sing a song for him

so are the others

Kita is looking at you with fondness because he finally got to hear your beautiful voice up close

Osamu has fallen in love with your voice, looking at you with big doe eyes and a slowly spreading blush and mouth slightly open as he still claps dryly in a daze

Aran and the others compliment your singing with great happiness to which you accept embarrassed

how could you forget that you were in a hall full of boys Y/n??

The second years want you to post your singing on social media

you decline, feeling down

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!?!??!"

"...i tried, guys..."

"Let us do the social media part, you just sing, okay?", Atsumu says, and you hesitantly agree to his antics

when your singing got recorded where you sang 'the lakes', and it ended, the twins uploaded it right away

you go viral over night

Atsumu must've done something with the title because there didn't stand 'girl sings 'the lakes' by Taylor Swift', but "OUR HOT MANAGER SINGS ONE OF TAYLOR SWIFTS SONGS AND YOU ARE MISSING OUT FOR LIFE IF YOU DON'T CLICK ON IT!!!"

you are freaking out

cuz like

why are you hot??? is Atsumu discreetly flirting with you?

Atsumu gets an earful of you

Kita is scolding him as well but he added your video to his playlist

so had the rest of the team

but nobody will openly confess that to you

you are their hot manager after all

and all in all

you are being recognized everywhere

you love the attention, but the boyz are jealous

like, stop stealing our woman bitch tf 🤨🤨🤨

anyways, you're happy that your video got viral and you later on apologize for being angry at the blonde twin to which he tries to ask you out on a date as an offering to make things up

but not on the teams watch

like cmon Atsumu did you really think we'd let you ask Y/n out on a date?

Nah stop joking

The team is overall very happy that you are singing for them and even accepting some of their songs to sing for them

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Okayyyyy and that's it! Sorry I had no idea on how to keep going, but I hope it was all right :)

I am still open for requests my loves!

Read you in the next post!

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certain-arcade-dinosaur · 9 months

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Inarizaki!Manager

A Brief Look Into Her First Year

a/n: hello you lovely little croissants. This is the very first instalment of my inarizaki manager au. Hope you enjoy :)

Ikeda Yusuzu is a third year student at Inarizaki High along with Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi.

She is one smart girl. Like she's in class 7, the college prep class and has been the manager of the boy's volleyball team since she was in middle school and she works a part time job.

She is incredibly hard working and aims to be a physiotherapist for athletes once she finishes high school.

Her homelife is a bit complicated with an absent mother and a borderline abusive father but she tries her best to not let it affect her.

She went to the same middle school as Kita and was the manager for his team as well but was not that close to him as he was not a regular player and had never played on the court officially even as a bench warmer.

They became closer near the end of their last year in middle school and were close friends by the time their high school started.

Another girl had also gotten accepted along with her but she quit halfway through the year because the third years treated her terribly.

The third year starters when she was a freshman were really the most insufferable bastards. They would act like they were above all the others and constantly mock and belittle them about the smallest of mistakes.

Aran and Kita took the brunt of it. Aran because he was the only first year in the starting run-up and Kita because deep down they were jealous of him.

Yusuzu almost punched their captain because he had called Kita a f*g. It took Aran physically holding her back to stop her from getting kicked out of the club.

Kita scolded her quite a bit while simultaneously reassuring her that he did not care about what other people called him afterwards but at the same time he was flustered that she cared so much for him.

Akagi engaged in a proper conversation with her for the first time after the almost-punching incident because she was extremely cool of her to be ready to get out of the club to protect her friend.

Omimi just started being there after some time and none of the other third years minded.

After the midterms had passed, Kita came out as bisexual to her and she hugged him so tight he could hardly breathe but it was also the time where he had felt the safest.

Later, Yusuzu's first year of high school ended without much happening but she did gain a few lifelong friends.

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koukamisstuff · 1 year

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Haikyuu Scenarios 🧶

Scenario: Surprising Y/N with Yarn

Characters: Kita, Osamu, Atsumu, Aran, Suna, Ren

Genre: fluff, romance

Koukami Series: Scenarios 🎟

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♡Ojiro Aran ♡Suna Rintaro ♡Ren Omimi

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hoeforinarizaki · 1 year

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A SONG FOR THEM.

Type: Headcannons + Scenario

Inarizaki x Fem!Singer!Reader (Whole Team)

Summary: You're a singer, and from a popular girl band. Sometimes, you just don't know how to express gratitude for your friends and so instead, write a song dedicated to them.

No Warnings! But Just Cursing From Me.

Inarizaki:

Feral bitches alert, get your tasers ready.

Jk– anyways, basically at first they didn't know you were a singer because you never really openly sang to anyone.

...Or did so in general because you want to surprise your team. You've had a pretty hard time expressing your own emotions through words, like some other people.

And boom! One day came the thought of like...

"Why don't i just write some lyrics and make a song dedicated to them?" No shit sherlock could've done that like two weeks ago smh– 😒

ANYWAYS...so it took lots of time but you managed to get help from your bandmates to finish doing the song.

Ugh they're such good friends mine could never

And by 'it took lots of time' i mean in a week. I'm an impatient hoe leave me be *sobs* 😭

First of all, before the day of the surprise performance you texted Kita the night before and told him and the team to get to the gym early because of an "announcement".

He was confused on why you didn't just tell the GC but we just want to see them honestly /j

The moment morning came, you and your material gworls bandmates set up your shit and all that before the boys had arrived first.

Congrats, you made it just in time before Kita came.

Manz is NEVER LATE. Periodt 👏

He was looking at the music equipment like "who tf is gon' use all of this during volleyball practice"–

Boi not everything in gym is centered about you and your musty crusty team 🤡 jk i love you guys most. If you don't believe me look at my username.

The moment the rest finally arrived, the cue had started. Definitely not Suna immediately taking his phone out–

Nah actually he gon' take a video. You better prepare.

So now let's talk about their reactions...Kita may actually be the most emotional one to me for some reason. People say he's not much of a person for expression but..

HE LOVES YOU SO IT'S OKAY BABES 😍 okay lol i'll stop so let me just say it. You know that scene in S4 where Kita cries after getting his team jersey? Yep.

He looked like that. His eyes were ready to make waterfalls. But how you ask?

Ah, here we go. Of course you make meaningful lyrics.

And Kita was very touched by them. And because of that, manz was the first to realize the song was for them.

He's like, "You made this for us...? Oh. I'd have never thought you think of us that way" while close to tears I'M SUCH A DAMN SIMP UGH 😫

Aran's totally just looking at the scene while "👁👄👁" is just written all over his face lmao like rlly? You??

He's just gonna be shocked when you hit the high notes.

You're perfection to me shawty, whoever says otherwise shall face the wrath of the daddy captains– and no fr stop saying you aren't you're more than enough <3

So back to the boys, Suna's definitely just recording. Yep, i really can't leave that out.

Though you can actually see a small smile forming from his mouth because damn you so pretty up there 💞

Onto Atsumu and Osamu...oh boy.

If you don't like being cat called or disturbed in the middle of performances, you're gonna hate them /j

"LOOKING HOT BBY!" "FUCK OFF TSUMU CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE RUINING THE MOOD–"

Ah yes, the daily life of the Miya Twins ft. (Y/N) 💀

Omimi and Akagi just looking there, awestruck and love filled in their eyes damn i love them shdisishsjksks

Anyways, so the moment you finally get off stage, you are gonna be swarmed with men. Congrats, they're already part of your harem but you made them simp even more ✨️

Compliments coming from the twins, Kita looking at you thinking of a hundred ways to ask you of marriage–

It's getting too obvious i like him isn't it...it's true tho, he prob would be thinking of that lol.

Anyways, i hope you enjoy your fox boy harem 🦊💘

BONUS: Because the were mesmerized as hell by your band's performance they're thinking of recruiting your bandmates for their team theme song during matches.

Haha yeah, good luck dealing with that, main vocalist.

Scenario Time!

(Please listen to the song if you want! And read the english lyrics after if you want to know how emotional it is *wink*)

"I LOVE YOU!"

"Tsumu, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up.."

The sounds of booming music was heard from the gym, the calming sound of the bass along with the melodious sound of the keyboard right in tow. You were right inside– singing and conveying your feelings to the audience you had gathered.

'Even if my heart froze over, you would always be there to embrace me and tell me, "it will be okay".'

From behind his phone's screen, Suna sticks his tongue out at the twins fighting. "Hear that? I always comfort (Y/N) when she's lonely more than you two." This ticks them off. Atsumu glares right at the pussy hair boy, seemingly jealous.

"Shush, Suna!"

This keeps going on and on until the moment Kita finally tells them to stop. He just wants to hear your beautiful voice and nobody else's. Just– let him have a moment.

'And believe the world will change, it's so filled with kindness. So much that tomorrow will be dazzling, too.'

Aran had nearly begun sobbing. "What a good hearted girl." He quietly praises while watching you stand right up in front of the stage, with the biggest smile on your face as you sang.

"Can she be mine?" Akagi deadpans, stars almost coming out of his eyes. I'm afraid to tell you that you gotta get in line, (Y/N)'s already got these other boys–

...

It was done, the sounds of the instruments began to fade and you look to your team, soft expression never fading once. It was that time on that they had known you would never leave them, because with those lyrics alone, you definitely chose to stay.

Clapping. You wanted to hear that most. Because you tried hard to confess– maybe a bit too hard just thinking about the song, but it was worthwhile to see some of the boys's rare smiles.

Ah yes...both sides agree it was a real blessing to have you on their team. No take backs.

The song may have been short, but the time you'll be spending together with them will live on forever. They don't need the memories, but sometimes, exceptions can also matter.

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onigirintarou · 2 years

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inarizaki fights over who will be kita’s best man at his upcoming wedding.

atsumu has always given kita tickets to see him play with MSBY, but now he extends these offers to you as well. not only does he offer volleyball tickets, but he has bought you tickets to concerts, plays, and other miscellaneous events. when it seems like kita doesn’t understand the message that he’s been trying to put down, he resorts to what he does best which is being blunt and shameless which is how he finds himself at onigiri miya, jumping up and down, showcasing his vertical, while shouting “pick me! kita-san, ya gotta pick me!”

osamu rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics, but that doesn’t stop him from sliding kita and you extra portions each time you dine at onigiri miya - “don’t worry kita-san and future kita-san, it’s on the house!” sometimes, he’ll even drop off some food to kita’s place (which has since become your place as well), claiming that it was on the way even though kita knows that his farm is a solid one-and-a-half hour drive away from onigiri miya on a good day.

suna simply pushes his phone into kita’s hands and to the older man’s surprise, he’s taken a beautiful candid picture of the two of you. suna has really captured the tender look in kita’s eyes as he looks at you. “i can take more, you know.” the words come out in a monotone manner, but in the weeks leading up to their meeting, kita has received many texts with pictures of stunning landscapes and an odd message or two or twenty of suna stating that he had been taking photography lessons.

aran tries to guilt-trip him into it. “you know i spent six years with the twins, right? six?!” he gesticulates wildly. kita nods but his face remains impassive. “so, it’s gonna be me right?” aran asks. before kita can respond, his grandma enters the room they’re in and steers the conversation towards whether aran has been eating well or not.

omimi tries to bring up the topic when he comes over to play chess and have tea with kita. except, he doesn’t really bring up the topic. he was too nervous, and in his defense, their discussion about the floral arrangements had really captured all of his attention.

akagi and ginjima aren’t as involved as the other boys. there’ll always be another wedding, they think - that is until they realize that this is kita they’re talking about which means that this will be the only wedding. kita is deliberate which means that he is sure about you. you are his forever-and-always. so they panic. how can they stand out? they reason that the answer to that question is to help support the groom in anyway that they can. they call him up at least twice a week, asking kita if there are any errands he wants them to run. sometimes they’ll even message you and ask if there’s anything they can help you out with.

in the end, kita asks his grandmother to be his best man.

#kita #kita x reader #inarizaki #miya atsumu #osamu #suna #aran #omimi #akagi #ginjima #haikyuu #hazel.drabbles

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veeaxx · 2 years

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— WE'RE DATING! ★

the team finds out y/n and akagi are dating !

note: my first ever batch of haikyuu headcanons...time goes by fast aaahh!!! (disclaimer: my writing style is vv diff on this work!!) m.list is here characters: akagi michinari

• Somehow, you had managed to get into Inarizaki, and become the manager of the boys volleyball team!

• I'm awfully impressed, teach me your secret 🙌

• But moving on, your life is chaotic but happy.

• Managing the boys is a privilege, Y/N 👆

• Usually, practices are full of hype. It's usually Atsumu and Osamu's shenanigans, though.

• Oh and refilling water bottles for the boys.

• Or cheering for your beautiful boyfriend 😍

• Sorry, did I stutter ✋

• Your boyfriend is the beloved libero of the team, Michinari Akagi 😳

• Another privilege, Y/N.

• I'm impressed once again..!

• I need your secret, seriously 🤧

• However, that little relationship of yours hasn't been ✨revealed✨ yet per say.

• Well, until someone found out 😒

• Please it was Atsumu, what an idiot 🤦‍♀️

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The dyed-blonde walked to the club room, stretching his arms out in exhaustion.

"Ah.. So tiring." Atsumu says, lazily opening the door to the club room. Which unfortunately, revealed you giving Akagi a quick peck on his lips. Atsumu blinked twice before his jaw dropped open.

"Y/N YOU'RE DATING AKAGI-SAN?!" He exclaims, startling you and your boyfriend. He started to stutter out incomprehensible words as you looked over to Akagi.

"I guess we were caught, huh babe?" You say, smiling slightly. "Well.. I couldn't keep it in for long anyway, baby." He replies back as he held your cheek, grinning.

But as if things could get any worse, Atsumu's rambling seemed to have attract the rest of the guys, who headed towards the club room.

Good grief, this will be a rough ride, Y/N. 🤦‍♀️

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• Back to the headcanons!! 🏃‍♀️💨

• So basically..Ever since the team found out, it's been a bit different.

• Don't get me wrong, it's still chaotic as usual 😭

• But of course considering that they found out, a few things have changed.

• Oh that's right, queue Atsumu being jealous as heck, and wanting Y/N's attention.. Because her attention is usually on Akagi 😔

• Imagine Y/N cheering when Akagi receives the ball, staring in awe when he does a cool move, praising his volleyball skills, basic stuff for a partner to do.

• By the way, Akagi is flattered from your support ✋

• Please Atsumu is so used to Y/N hyping him up he makes a fool of himself 💀

"Y/N LOOK AT MY SERVE ISN'T IT COOL?"

"HEY Y/N DID YA SEE THAT?"

"THAT WAS COOL, WASN'T IT Y/N??"

- Atsumu who's being a pain in the a** at the moment 😒

• He's channeling Oikawa energy smh 🧍‍♀️

• But enough about Oikawa, we'll talk about him in another set of headcanons that I might make 👀

• Anyway, you can clearly tell that he's jealous.

• Be thankful Akagi can handle his antics sometimes, because by now he would've killed hi-

• EHEM EHEM--My apologies ✋😀

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You sigh as you look over to your boyfriend, who nods slowly, heading over to his fellow third years. You walk towards Atsumu (who's sitting against the wall) and put your hand on his shoulder.

"..You don't need to do that, you know." The dyed-blonde looks at you, guilt in his eyes. "I won't forget about you even if I'm dating Michi, 'Tsum." You say, lending your hand to help him up (which he accepts). "I'll even cheer on you if you still want me to." His head perks up as you say that. "Really?" You nod while smiling. "Of course." Yeah... You definitely lifted up his mood.

Y/N he's basically a mix of Hinata, Bokuto, and Oikawa now 💀

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• But besides Atsumu, everyone is pretty chill about it.

• Not to mention the third years 😩 They are no doubt 'akagi x y/n' shippers 💅

• But Aran is still shocked you kept it from them 😭

• "Do you not trust us or something?!" Aran says calmly (Harry Potter reference bc why not 🤷‍♀️)

• But for real Y/N, why keep the best relationship in the world a secret 😶

• The second years (besides Atsumu) are very chill about it.

• Osamu makes sure that Akagi feeds you well, and trust me he does.

• Ginjima and Suna are okay with it 😌 But Suna will go feral if our dear Y/N's feelings are broken 💃

• Riseki is the most supportive bb 🥺 He's 100% happy for you and Akagi finally getting together!!

• Like geez it took you guys forever to become official 🙄💅

• Not that I'm complaining though-

• But all I have to say is that they find you and Akagi really cute together 👫

• Hugging each other, giving kisses here and there (let me tell you, some are to motivate Akagi even more 🙌) supporting each other, maybe Akagi flirting a bit 😏

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"Seriously?! Get a room Y/N!" Atsumu exclaims, making Osamu groan. "Shut your mouth dumbass, you're just jealous." Osamu replies bluntly, making Suna snort.

"Please you guys are so cute-" Aran mutters, clenching his chest. Omimi and Kita have a smile on their face as they see the scene in front of them.

Meanwhile Riseki is balling his eyes out because Y/N is living a happy life 🥺 like I said a supportive bb 🤧

"Guys-" Akagi stutters out, trying to stop the chaos. "It's same as everyday.." You sigh, getting up from your chair. "I'll get the water bottles ready..!"

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• I'm sure you get the gist ✋

• Okay but can we talk about the annoying fan girls? Like they try to pry Akagi away from our dearest Y/N 🙄

• Huh, like that's even possible 🧍‍♀️

• "Akagi-san.. Let's go, there's nothing better to do here anyway~" she whispered, giving Y/N a glare.

• Akagi looks over at the girl, scoffing. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going with you."

• The girl clearly won't stop bugging you and Akagi 😒

• Inarizaki comes to the rescue though ✊

• "HEY YOU! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM" Atsumu shouts, making Osamu wince due to the volume of his voice.

• "Excuse me, but you seem to be bothering them." Kita, marry me 💍

• So basically the team ghosted the girl /hj

• Safe to say the girl never stepped an inch close to you or akagi again..

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• Okay! So enough about that, let's get to you and Akagi 🥰

• People definitely call you both high school sweethearts 😩 I'm just saying~

• Like I said, this is a supportive relationship. He's very supportive of what you do (unless the action is bad).

• Some nicknames he calls you are baby, honey, love, and sweetheart.

• You and Akagi do those skincare routines that you both see on tiktok together. That's canon 🥺

• He likes you whether you're shorter or taller than him. If you're shorter he gets to tease you, if you're taller he basically praises your height ✊

• Same goes for body shape, it doesn't matter to him!

• There was this one scenario I made with Y/N on her period, and all the boys try to help Y/N.

• But Akagi, being a loyal boyfriend helps out the most.

• He gives you attention 24/7, doesn't mind your mood swings, he will get you food and sweets if you need some, painkillers in hand, etc ✋

• Inarizaki finds it cute how he's so concerned for you 😭

• I have a feeling his hair is very fluffy and feels soft. He lets you play with it.

• Matching outfits? Yes 🤧

• He likes doing couple trends, just the simple ones though. Unlike Atsumu he isn't extra ✨

• Good morning/Good night texts 24/7!

• Y'all got bracelets with your names on it, and trust me he wears his EVERYDAY.

• Just please don't leave michi, Y/N 😭

• Because he loves you to death and he knows your the perfect one for him.

• And trust me the team knows that too, like I said they support you and Akagi 🙌

• Maybe telling the team wasn't a bad mistake after all ♡

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I'll probably write something else to make up for how crappy this is, I don't think I did a good job on this work lol 😭

That's probably because I got my grades back and I got so nervous 💀

However, if there's any errors please tell me!!

Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, but if you don't want to you don't need to. I don't force anybody here <;3

Haikyuu taglist: @millenialfanfictionaddiction

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #akagi michinari #akagi michinari x reader #kita shinsuke #aran ojiro #ren omimi #ginjima hitoshi #miya atsumu #miya osamu #suna rintarou #heisuke riseki #stan inarizaki for clear skin 💅#likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated <33 #veda's accomplished works ✧

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cerisesakurainspring · 2 months

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We don't need memories..

🦊Inarizaki🦊

☆Story Masterlist - work in progress☆

Kita Shinsuke

Ōmimi Ren

Ojiro Aran

Miya Twins

~Miya Atsumu

~Miya Osamu

Suna Rintarō

Ginjima Hitoshi

Kosaku Yūto

Riseki Heisuke

Akagi Michinari

Link to ☆Haikyū Main Masterlist☆

Underlined names: stories available

As I finish writing a plot for each character, I'll make sure to link it in their name for easier tracking:)

#haikyuu #haikyū!!#haikyuu fic #hq fic #haikyuu x reader #inarizaki #kita shinsuke #omimi ren #ojiro aran #ginjima hitoshi #miya atsumu #miya osamu #suna rintarou #kosaku yuto #riseki heisuke #akagi michinari

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vparka · 7 months

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Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader

"A Lover's Quarrel" 🔞 One-shot. M/M

Minors DNI.

Word Count: 9,427.

AO3 link

Warnings: Male Reader is a huge simp for Ominis lmao (what's new, tbh?), Blow Jobs, Rimming [Ominis receiving], Masturbation, Face-Sitting, Mouth-Spitting, Cum eating, Use of Y/N, Slytherin M!Reader, Insecure Ominis. Ominis petname is Omimi. Not beta read. Accidental Voyeurism.

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Okay, maybe Ominis Gaunt wasn’t the most knowledgeable person when it was about relationships of any kind, especially romantic ones (his parents were far, far away from being characters in a romance novel) but he did know that worrying about the person you care the most was pretty normal. Especially if said person went his way to make himself an easy kill: running around dangerous places and fighting dangerous creatures and people almost in a daily basis, for what? Nothing worthy of risking his life. Yes, Ominis was mad at Y/N.

His endearing, lovely and stupid, very stupid boyfriend seemed to enjoy getting on Ominis’ nerves, making him worry sick whenever Y/N wasn’t around him, getting in some mischief with Sebastian, their friend in common and fellow Slytherin.

Currently, Ominis was fighting to not fall asleep in the History of Magic class, keeping his mind busy... though not in a good way: he was worrying a lot about his stupid boyfriend, who was sitting beside him acting like nothing happened. Sure, being blind since birth made Ominis not notice a lot of things due to not having the gift of sight, but he did noticed things: his body tried to compensate the fact of being deprived of one of his senses by making other ones more heightened; his senses of smell and hearing were better than most people, for example... And he could picture things by touch, that’s how Ominis found out that Y/N was injured. Just yesterday they both were cuddling at the Undercroft after dinner, talking about a lot of things, nothing serious, really... until Ominis caressed Y/N’s cheek, wanting to show love by touching the other Slytherin and then he felt the usually soft skin scarred, plus, he did noticed the little jump Y/N made, a normal reaction when he was hurt. And today, in breakfast, he overheard some people pointing out how Y/N’s cheek was bruised- one student in this class even coming over before the lesson started, offering to cast a spell for the injury to heal to pay back some favor Y/N did to that student. Ominis was livid, now his idiot of a boyfriend couldn’t lie his way to convince him that he wasn’t hurt, he had enough evidence.

“Ominis, please...” Y/N whispered quietly, trying to not attract Professor Binns’ attention, though the professor seemed completely immersed in his monologue about The Goblin Rebellion. Even though he couldn’t glare to death at the brute Slytherin, Ominis could feel Y/N’s puppy eyes, as Sebastian once described them whenever Y/N plead for the Blond's forgiveness after he got in trouble. “I’m so sorry, truly. I know I am an idiot, but I couldn’t leave Sebastian alone in that fight.”

Ominis sighed, slowly opening his eyes, focusing on Professor Binn’s voice instead. His heart clenching, he did have a soft spot for both Slytherin troublemakers, but he couldn’t continue let them do dumb things in the name of power, adventure and shit like that. With his own family, the Gaunts, he already had enough for this and the next thirteen lifetimes. Instead, Ominis concentered his magic on his wand, making it scribble down some notes in case of the Goblin Rebellion topic being on their next exam.

“ Omimi, please don’t ignore me.”

Not the petname, lord. It was endearing and embarrassing at the same time, Ominis still remembered the time he wanted to get swallowed by the earth that one time Sebastian had heard that petname, snickering and calling them gross for being too sweet, something maybe Y/N could get called because he, indeed, was a sweetheart: always helping others, offering kind words and solutions, Ominis on the other hand... Only Sebastian and said idiot knew him, nobody else... though he was in polite terms with everyone he had talked to during the years. Certainly, you’d never see Ominis doing favors to people who weren’t his closest friends.

“I’m ashamed-” Y/N continued, but Ominis intervened, having enough of it. They had been in this situation from three days now, with the Gaunt boy refusing to listen to Y/N’s apology.

“Of having a bruise? Of lying to me? For sneaking out with Sebastian without telling me, again?” The blond Slytherin hissed, now getting a little pissed off. His head was slightly leaning left, his milky eyes lost but staring at the nothingness in front of him, with his posh tone, he spat: “You know, if I didn’t know the both of you had a penchant for trouble, I would think you’re cheating on me with him.”

Okay, maybe Ominis had never thought of them both sneaking out like that. Before Y/N and him entered a relationship (after God knows how many months it took Y/N to convince Ominis that liking boys was alright, that it wasn’t a disease nor illness –honestly, fuck the Gaunt’s mindset regarding homosexuality. – and promises that he could take care of him, not like Ominis needed it, but it was nice knowing that Y/N supported him in anyway.) Ominis had talked with Sebastian about their Slytherin friend, because, well, Sebastian was cozier with the other boy than with other friends or his cross wands mates. Ominis remembered clearly how Sebastian had snorted, just saying that he did admire Y/N because he was a powerful wizard, but he didn’t see him like that, plus, he had admitted to knowing how ‘down bad’ the new fifth year was when he first meet Ominis through Sebastian, always asking him about the blind boy’s wellbeing and where he could find him, even confessing that Y/N used to ‘look at Ominis from a distance’ which clearly was stalking, and Sebastian did called it like that, but Sebastian found it funny to imitate Y/N’s voice when he gave that excuse.

Ominis didn’t think Y/N would cheat on him, especially with Sebastian, but he was angry. So, yes. Maybe he was being petty, but he was allowed to, sometimes he got tired of being the voice of reason in their friend group. Sometimes he could use being the asshole in the situation.

“Ominis, oh my god.” Y/N whispered, totally horrified at the words that escaped his boyfriend’s mouth. Y/N took Ominis’ hand softly, caressing the soft skin. Then, he leaned and kissed briefly Ominis’ cheek, not caring about anyone in the classroom. He had priorities and they were making up with Ominis, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting the blond. "I would never, I just couldn’t leave him go alone into some ruins. We didn’t tell you because we were afraid-”

“That my lack of sight would get me dead in the hands of some lower creature that attempted against my life? “ Ominis sneered in complete disdain impulsively. Deep down he knew Y/N and Sebastian didn’t think that about him... but they sneaking out, without telling him because he worried? It did hurt. “This is not a conversation I want to have right now, Y/N. “

Y/N looked at Ominis with regret, wanting to let the blond Slytherin know that he didn’t think that. Ominis was capable of a lot of things, he was a very powerful wizard with a kind heart. Before he could even open his mouth, Ominis turned to face Professor Binn, completely removing any opening that Y/N could take to talk some more.

So, Y/N respected Ominis’ decision and didn’t push further for now.

Maybe later.

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Both boys walked in silence towards Ominis’ dorm room, knowing that his roommates, including Sebastian, were in Hogsmeade, so they didn’t have to worry about others coming in while they talked. Y/N’s palms were sweaty, he preferred having Ominis content and smiling, talking in that posh accented voice of his so sweetly... having him disappointed in him hurt a lot. Physical pain couldn’t compare to the emotional pain Y/N felt whenever Ominis wasn’t happy, even more if it was his fault. Y/N sighed heavily, following the blond boy, and both taking a seat in Ominis’ bed once they were inside.

It had taken more begging from Y/N’s part to convince his boyfriend to talk about it, but Ominis had finally said yes, only because Y/N had aided him quickly without thinking in Potions Class. It wasn’t a secret that even though Ominis was a damn good student, Potions wasn’t his strongest subject. Before his Wiggenweld potion turned out to be ‘utter rubbish’ as he had once said again, Y/N had run quickly and positioned himself in front of the blond, casting Protego on both of them before the cauldron exploded. The reason of why the hell would the cauldron explode was a complete courtesy of Garreth Weasley, who had been Ominis’ partner and had added an extra ingredient –one that caused Ominis’ allergies– for his new brand potion, which would change the wizarding world by its awesomeness, as the redhead had said. At the end, the cauldron did explode, showering Garreth and the students who were nearby with the viscous badly brewed concoction, completely smelling, but Ominis was protected, no allergy triggered. Some students did give shit at Y/N for only protecting Gaunt, but he didn’t care, Ominis was safe and there wasn’t a needed visit to the infirmary for him. Everything was alright.

Talk about being down bad...

Y/N cleared his throat and faced Ominis, whose really handsome face had a deadly-serious expression on. His tender and caring pale eyes had a stone coldness in them, his pretty lips weren’t smiling. Still, Y/N lifted his hand and caressed Ominis’ face beauty marks. It had taken a while to get Ominis used to his touch since he really wasn’t used to people touching him, even less lovingly... but their relationship deepened with time, both showing each other they cared about the other in their own ways, most of the time with body language being the principal since both of them weren’t big with words. Plus... Y/N really liked touching Ominis, such a beautiful creature should be treated with love.

“Ominis...?” Y/N licked his lips nervously, normally a bruise and sneaking off causing a little trouble wouldn’t make him feel like this, even with his parents... but with Ominis? He knew that the boy didn’t want his friends wandering off where danger could be, even less of them associating with the Dark Arts... which Sebastian and him were doing, for research purposes. And Y/N did understand why: Ominis came from a family of Dark Wizards, and he didn’t support it in anyway, it wasn’t wrong of him to want his close ones off that path where danger and death where in every corner, never knowing if they would be able to be still alive the day after.

“Heard you and Sebastian traversed a mountain in Loyalist territory. You know... that sort of thing could have got you both killed.” Ominis suddenly said, his voice coming out in a harsh tone, then faced Y/N. Ominis’ face had an angry expression, his icy eyes glaring daggers at Y/N.

“I, uhm...” He was right. Ominis was right about that, him and Sebastian were in that mountain in royalist territory... fighting royalists since they were in their way- and Y/N did learn an unforgivable curse from Sebastian in that mountain, but Ominis couldn’t know. It would hurt him deeply and Y/N didn’t want that, plus, the blond boy would be so disappointed in him for wanting to learn the curse. No, Y/N wasn’t a Dark Wizard rising, but he couldn’t deny his thirst for knowledge. He wanted to know the curse because he was curious, not because he was planning to be a Dark Lord or something, that wasn’t him.

“What are you playing at?!” Ominis’ frown got deeper when Y/N didn’t say anything; his beautiful, beautiful eyes looked at him as if he wanted to kill Y/N, which shouldn’t turn him on right now because, well, duh. This was serious, and an angry Ominis was scary, and Y/N didn’t really want to have problems with him, the blond didn’t deserve that.

“I’m so sorry, Ominis. It was a stupid move of me.” Y/N voice got soft, then, he kneeled in front of Ominis, hugging the boy’s legs and pressing his face on his lap, feeling his face burn. Ominis was scary and hot whenever he got mad, but he did have this... aura of danger and power whenever he got angry, must be a Gaunt family thing. It reminded Y/N of the time Sebastian had taken Y/N to the Undercroft without Ominis knowing, Ominis had scared the shit out of him when he scolded Y/N and basically threatened him to not say anything about the place when he got out of it.

That was the moment Y/N had believed in love at first sight.

For some people the position Y/N had taken may have looked straight of nowhere, but for them... it was a surrender gesture, submissive. Even if they weren’t as lowly minded as past generations, they still had some thoughts about dominance, wanting to make their lover take their affections- especially since they had started to experiment with each other in a more intimate way. Both were competitive boys in their own ways, often colliding with each other about who’s taking the lead, always the gentlemen both. It often was a fun dynamic, other times a gesture like this was needed: like right now, Y/N surrendering to Ominis’ since the blond couldn’t judge himself if Y/N expression was sincere, body language instead taking that role.

It was truly a thrill to make the other submit, have said other not worry about a single thing and just enjoy what the other gave, talking in the sexual sense. Both were exciting roles, but this time Y/N did surrender first, wanting Ominis to take the lead in this situation. And when it wasn’t sexual, it was because both were hard-headed, wanting to go in their own way and have the other follow it. They had similarities, but there were differences as well, just like any other couple. This time, just like Y/N’s body language suggested, was up to what Ominis’ thought.

And Y/N was sincere, truly. He was an idiot, but he didn’t regret kicking royalists’ asses, they deserved it. Kidnapping creatures, people, and following their evil plans... that needed to be stopped. But what Y/N really regretted was making Ominis upset, his precious darling worrying about him doing stupid things, Ominis’ anger was justified.

Feeling the gesture, Ominis calmed a little, but he still frowned. He kept quiet, which made Y/N nuzzle his face against Ominis’ thighs.

“I love you, Ominis. I get your position, if it were you, I’d lose my head. “Y/N murmured, hugging Ominis’ legs until the point his knees were pressing firmly against Y/N’s chest. He looked up at the blond, his eyes pleading. “Maybe it doesn’t help, but rest assured that whenever I go out, I'm very careful: every time I see how disappointed you are of me... a part of my heart breaks, because you don’t deserve that. If there is a way to make it up to you, please tell me and I’ll do it without hesitating. I swear I don’t do it with intentions of worrying or hurting you, those are things I don’t even want to inflect in you. “

Ominis’ face softened at the words. Back when Y/N asked Ominis out, the blond boy made Y/N swear that he would be always sincere, because he didn’t have time for a lying bastard who would make him a fool and waste his time. They have gone to the extent of Ominis brewing Veritaserum and making Y/N confess his true intentions, it was a little embarrassing with how long the actual love confession and slightly stalk-ey it was: so sweet, so corny... and shocking, because Ominis couldn’t believe someone, even under the truth-telling potion, would confess romantic love to the younger Gaunt, promising vomit-inducing sweet and lovely experiences and feelings. Usually, Ominis wouldn’t even do things close to that occasion, but when Y/N confessed... the blond Slytherin was beyond paranoid, so sure that it all was a trap to make him pay for his family sins.

Because... why would a justice-seeking, powerful wizard come closer to Ominis Gaunt? Love was a word that didn’t belong in Ominis’ life dictionary. It certainly was to make him pay for the Gaunt’s family actions; it wasn’t a secret that his family was... notorious for their liking of the Dark Arts. Blood purists, Slytherins through and through. Harsh mindsets. So Ominis was sure that these were Y/N’s intentions at first, make him pay, why else would he be so interested in getting hip-attached to him, following the blond all around the castle if not to spy and kill him in the right moment?

Certainly, that didn’t happen. The thing that did happened was that suddenly the new fifth year student, local star and Jack-of-all-trades was following Ominis Gaunt around the Castle like a lovesick puppy, offering to carry his things for him and sharing his candy, asking to hold his hand so he wouldn’t have to use his wand to guide himself around. It was quite an eventful week, for them and for the gossipers in the castle. After all of these things, he knew that Y/N couldn’t lie to him, especially face to face. He was also terrible at keeping secrets from Ominis, always wanting to tell him the news- Sebastian had gotten quite a laugh when he saw Y/N behavior towards Ominis.

Ominis could feel the truth in Y/N words, but he just hummed, as if he was contemplating something. He could feel Y/N tensing on his lap. Maybe he was the calm one in the trio of Sebastian, Y/N and him, but he was also a bastard on his own. He wasn’t a softie like a Hufflepuff, he wasn’t rational enough like a Ravenclaw and certainly he didn’t have the ‘I don’t give a fuck if its right’ attitude a Gryffindor had. He liked having power in his hands and being unpredictable, like a Slytherin. He usually didn’t believe in the house stereotype because there were people of all kinds everywhere, but this time... He wanted to feel Y/N’s regret on his face, so he didn’t hold on. Ominis’ hands reached for Y/N’s face, and when the boy saw the motion, he placed his face on Ominis’ pretty hands, closing his eyes in delight and a smile so bright that could kill the sun. Immediately, the blond boy sighed and started to touch his boyfriend’s face, the pads of his fingers analyzing every inch of soft skin, giving the idiot a light pinch on the freshly healed cut on his cheek. The scarred skin he was mad about.

“Ow, I deserve that.” Y/N’s closed one eye, biting his lower lip when he felt the slight pain of the pinch. Still, he moved impossibly closer to him, wanting to feel more of the touch. Even when Ominis was mad, he was so careful when he was feeling Y/N up... when he wasn’t pinching his cuts. It made Y/N want to cry; the blond was everything Y/N wished for.

“You’re an idiot, Y/N.” Ominis sighed, then, his left hand grabbed Y/N’s chin and with his right hand, he tapped on Y/N’s mouth. “Do I have to train you or something?” he asked in that posh accent of his, then he pinched his boyfriend’s nose playfully. “Maybe that way you’re not going to run around and get your hard head smacked so much, I know about your weekly visits to the potion’s classroom and infirmary. We should get you a leash, be my guardian dog instead.”

“Ominis...” Y/N whined; he knew that Ominis was trying to make him feel embarrassed by treating him like a kid, but... he didn’t see it like that. It was almost like... like if Ominis was seducing him, his milky eyes staring at Y/N’s soul, so intense and burning. His handsome face sneering at the thought of training his boyfriend to behave correctly. It shouldn’t happen, but it did... Y/N’s cock twitched at the thought. Y/N closed his eyes, containing a moan at the sinful way Ominis was behaving. “Stop.”

There was something that inflicted a deep desire inside of Y/N when Ominis talked about Y/N’s missteps. Everyone talked about how Y/N was invincible, always moving in a correct calculated way and his clean victories, but Ominis not only took notice of that, but he also noticed Y/N’s clumsiness, things he shouldn't have done and how he got his ass kicked sometimes. It was... pretty hot, if Y/N was honest.

Ominis being so... seductive without even knowing was totally unfair. The fight wasn’t even, he had lost without having his turn.

“Why? Are you finally ashamed of yourself, behaving like that?” Ominis started caressing one of Y/N’s cheeks with his thumb, longer fingers slightly touching his eyebrows.

“Oh, God. Yes, Ominis. “

“And why are you ashamed? Of being an idiot? For not telling me? Of being hurt?” Ominis coo-ed cruelly, smiling as if he was having fun. He was, having Y/N on his knees was fun every time it happened. Ominis liked having certain control over Y/N, the fierce, strong and cunning fifth year Slytherin everybody was so fond of, believing him to never get on his knees for anyone. This certainly was a new side of him he didn’t knew about before entering a relationship with Y/N.

“Of being hard...” Y/N admitted, biting his lower lip but he didn’t do anything else, he wouldn’t dare. The blond was still mad at him and if he dared to assume... he would piss off Ominis even more, and that his heart couldn’t take. “I’m-”

“Horny dog. “ Ominis hissed, slapping him softly on the cheek. It was a playful gesture that always got Y/N going and Ominis knew damn well about it. They both respected each other a lot, it was a pilar in their relationship, hitting was off limits, except in more intimate occasions and with prior consent asked... but the story about how they found out about it... Y/N hand gotten a little handsy one time in a snogging session, palming Ominis’ crotch on top of his trousers and it had startled Ominis to death, slapping Y/N automatically since, well, nobody had touched him like that, especially in such urgent obscene way. It made Y/N hard that one time, too. Ominis and Y/N had apologized profusely, but they had agreed to take things slowly since their relationship back then was freshly new.

But now? Since they had started to explore with each other they had become freer to touch the other. Ominis was playing dirty right now.

“Yes, I am.” Y/N sighed, becoming affected as he stared at Ominis’ covered legs. The blond was slim, but he did have some meat on his thighs, a detail forever burned on Y/N’s mind from the times they fooled around. Such strong legs...

“Everyone thinks you’re some sort of hero, but do they know how highly inappropriate you are? Here I am, scolding you for wanting an early death, and you start thinking with your other head? Are you serious?” Ominis sneered, not actually believing Y/N’s state, but deep down knowing that it was the truth. Y/N never lied to him. His hands started to look for Y/N’s mouth, then, he tapped on his boyfriend’s lips with two fingers of his right hand, his left caressing his beloved’s warm cheek. So, Y/N was blushing, it seemed. “Open up.”

Y/N swallowed a whine and did as he was told the moment he knew what this was about. He got into the perfect spot just as Ominis spit on Y/N’s mouth, receiving all of Ominis’ saliva. The blond’s perfect lips were glossy from the fluid, which felt silky once he received it on his tongue. Ominis was furiously blushing at the action, but remained in that regal demeanor of his, seemingly not caring, but his body betraying him. Ominis’ hand was shaking, his milky eyes staring deeply right into Y/N’s own [color] eyes, he could swear that Ominis could see the debauchery of all of it for a second. Y/N moaned as he licked it, wanting to coat his mouth in Ominis’ saliva, once he was satisfied, YN swallowed and licked his lips, staring with wide eyes at Ominis’ calm ones. Y/N’s cock throbbed; he was achingly hard now. It felt so erotic, Y/N couldn’t believe it. Usually, Ominis was pretty shy about these things, not confident enough for something so... dirty and bold, but getting out of his comfort zone to please Y/N in one of his kinks? Ominis was truly a selfless angel.

Once Ominis felt satisfied enough, his hands retreated from his boyfriend’s face, then he started to slowly stand up... or so he tried, because Y/N buried his face on Ominis’ thighs when he felt that the blond was going to leave the position.

“Let me eat your ass.” Y/N pleaded against one meaty thigh, “please.” he started to caress urgently Ominis’ legs, feeling them up and groping. Ominis had no business being that tempting, Y/N was very sorry for making him feel bad and worried, such a wonderful creature only deserved to feel positive emotions. He needed to have his mouth all over this angel. “I might die if I can’t.” he added.

Ominis snorted at the last line, it was ridiculous, but knowing Y/N’s hunger for him... it was quite possible. It still made Ominis shy, knowing about how much his boyfriend wanted him... in that sense too. Since a young age, Ominis had accepted that he was going to be alone during all his life, people didn’t want a burden when they were looking for a partner. With the years, Ominis had learned how to take care of himself, so others didn’t have to. He couldn’t do a lot of things, of course, but he wasn’t entirely disabled, magic helped a lot, too.

It hurt to admit it, but maybe Ominis was insecure. He knew he was different; people knew that... that’s why Sebastian was his only friend before Y/N came into the picture. He never had and will never know how his family looked, how Sebastian, his friend, looked. How his boyfriend looked. How he, himself, looked. He could try to get an image, if you will, by touching their faces, and his own body, but it wasn’t the same. That was why a lot of people only were in formal-friendly terms with him, just in case they needed something from him in the future, never any close.

Ominis had come to terms with that fact and was ready to spend his lifetime alone, or that was the plan until Y/N Y/LN one day just popped into the Slytherin common room, being the center of gossip and whispers. The new fifth year who was powerful, mysterious and kind. Fearless.

Until said popular boy confessed his love to him, to Ominis Gaunt.

Until said popular boy confessed that he had inappropriate dreams about Ominis Gaunt.

Until Y/N one night apologized to Ominis because he had touched himself while thinking about him, talking about how gorgeous he was and how he wanted to give Ominis all his firsts.

Y/N truly was making Hogwarts an experience for Ominis Gaunt, proving him wrong, dissipating his dark thoughts with sweet and hopeful promises and whispers to take care of him, to one day, run away with Ominis where nobody knew them, and they would own a cottage home in the woods.

Ominis smiled.

“Abandoning all sense of decorum, are we?” The blond Slytherin teased, feeling lighter now that he heard Y/N desperate plea. He could feel his face heating up, ‘eating his ass’ had said his boyfriend crudely. Such an obscene request, yet he could feel Y/N’s excitement while he waited for Ominis’ approval.

Usually Y/N was very proper when talking, ever so respectful and never pushy. Never using a crude language.

Usually, not with Ominis.

And he liked that.

“You’re so handsome, Ominis, it’s not fair.” Y/N whined, biting Ominis’ left clothed thigh softly. Ominis could feel the vibration of his boyfriend’s throat when he was talking, Y/N was really leaning into him. “You’re blushing and you look divine, my prince. Can I?”

Honestly, Ominis didn’t know how they ended up like this, but now he couldn’t deny that the thought of Y/N touching his skin more intimately... it made him throb inside his pants. Also, perhaps spitting into his beloved’s mouth wasn’t that gross as he used to think back when Y/N had asked him to do that while he wanked himself right beside Ominis at the Undercroft.

Y/N was a creature full of surprises, never ceasing to leave Ominis without words. Biting the insides of his cheek, Ominis decided: he still was pissed off from Y/N’s carelessness, playing around royalist territory that could get him and Sebastian killed... but they could talk later about the matter. The tone in Y/N’s voice was enough to put Ominis in the mood, they still were hormonal teenagers, after all.

Without saying anything, Ominis blushed even more but he did reach for the button and fly on his trousers, unzipping the expensive fabric slowly. He could feel the rumble Y/N’s groan made against his thigh as unsaid consent was given.

“You’re killing me, Ominis.” Y/N sighed with desire, immediately pressing his face against Ominis’ clothed crotch, inhaling deeply the boy’s masculine scent once the trousers were undone. He could feel the boy’s clothed hardening member against his face as he inhaled the musky scent deeply, Y/N’s hands immediately got a strong hold of Ominis’ thighs, trying to cover them entirely in the palms of his hands, groping what he couldn’t fit in them. Y/N parted Ominis’ legs with absolute care, nuzzling his face against the blond’s covered private parts shamelessly. He groaned and licked the fabric of Ominis’ boxer shorts, which were peaking slightly from his trousers. Y/N heard Ominis sigh shakily at the sudden touch of his boyfriend’s tongue on his underwear.

“Y/N...” Ominis whispered, his need to be a bastard to his idiot of a boyfriend subduing. He closed his eyes, shivering slightly as he felt Y/N’s hands touch with such need his thighs, burying his face between them, licking his clothed cock in a highly inappropriate way. To be touched like this with such want made Ominis feel like he was attractive and enough, because there was no other way Y/N Y/LN, local star and sweetheart, highly desirable as a partner in the whole castle, was here, on his knees, wanting to eat Ominis Gaunt’s ass.

“Can you lay down a little, love?” Y/N murmured, nosing his way from Ominis’ crotch to all the way up to Ominis’ face, where he licked the blond’s cheek, placing a loving kiss after. Then, he smiled at the way Ominis was trying so hard to keep his composure when he was getting just as affected as Y/N was. “May I remove your trousers as well? I really, really want to taste you. Make you feel good, Ominis. My heart is burning with so much desire for you, will you let me? Will you let me to act on my lecherous thoughts about you?” Y/N purred against Ominis’ cheek, kissing his boyfriend’s face repeatedly, small and wet kisses that travelled down to the blond’s neck, where he bit and licked the soft skin, sucking slightly, forming a faint lovebite. Visible enough if you got close to him, not enough to get scolded or detention for misbehaving in school.

Ominis’ breath hitched at the words and the touch of Y/N, closing his eyes and letting out a small moan when he felt one of Y/N’s hands palming him on the top of his boxers, insistently going up and down, rubbing and sometimes trying to get a grip on the covered and erected hot flesh beneath the fabric.

“Yes.” Ominis said, out of breath.

+++

Ominis felt vulnerable, it wasn’t in a bad way, but it certainly was in embarrassing one, because Y/N did see, unlike him. The blond boy could feel his boyfriend’s staring at him, he wasn’t touching him, and he wasn’t saying anything, but Ominis could hear him breathing.

Maybe Y/N was having second thoughts? Y/N seemed eager to get Ominis on his bed, on all his naked glory. This was the first time Y/N was seeing him like this, the other times they... fooled around a little bit always were in the dark of the night in Ominis’ bed, the curtains drawn and a Silencio charm casted to not wake up Ominis’ roommates. Or they were handjobs or blowjobs inside the arithmancy storage rooms that were all over the castle, boxes containing God-knows-what. Never going more than trousers and boxers down to mid-thighs or shirts completely removed.

So Ominis, completely naked, lying down on his bed and his feet planted on the bed, with his knees raised, showing everything was completely new. And Y/N wasn’t saying anything, making feel Ominis feel shy and ashamed, his insecurities coming back to him. Didn’t he look good? Maybe Y/N had different expectations about him, but this was him. He couldn’t change himself. Maybe Y/N wasn’t into boys after all, or Ominis himself. Was he looking at Ominis in disgust now that he had seeing him?

On the other side of the situation, it wasn’t the truth, not at all. Y/N bit his lower lip as he took the sight of Ominis lying naked, his handsome boyfriend was blushing, no doubt feeling shy. That beautiful red tint had expanded to Ominis’ clavicles, a healthy shade on his slightly tanned skin. Ominis, ever so perfect, was lying down, for him. His pretty blond hair, always slicked backwards had some hairs rebelling themselves, staying out of place, even sticking to the boy’s forehead. His chest moved up and down slightly, product of Ominis breathing. Light brown nipples sticking out, wickedly calling out for Y/N’s love, to be bit and wet with his saliva. Then, Y/N’s stare travelled downwards, noticing a faint patch of blond hairs on his boyfriend’s navel, the start of a happy trail leading to the boy’s cock, which rested in a soft bed of short curly hairs that matched the same shade as his head.

Y/N moaned lowly as his right hand quickly unzipped his own trousers and went inside of his boxer shorts, grabbing his cock and squeezing lightly, in a needy attempt to calm down the throbbing he felt as he continued to take the sight of Ominis. The touch felt heavenly, his [color] eyes not moving from the way Ominis’ own cock was standing rigid, his balls heavy, the skin wrinkled but so soft looking. Then soft skin that led to the boy’s arsehole, which hidden between these glorious asscheeks. Y/N groaned and started masturbating himself, not taking his eyes away. He couldn’t stop himself, while licking his lips Y/N took between two fingers the pre-seminal fluid that gathered on the top of his glans and spread it all over his member, making the jerking motions easier and wet. Without any hint of shame, small ‘oh’s’ escaped Y/N’s mouth, who was still on his knees, but legs parted to make it easier to touch himself.

With half-lidded eyes, Y/N touched Ominis’ thighs with his left hand, feeling that enticing skin as he continued to drown into the heavenly sight of his boyfriend. Lost in his need to masturbate himself and desire for his icy prince, he had forgotten to say something- had forgotten that Ominis couldn’t see what he was doing.

“I...” Ominis cleared his throat, then shyly added. “Sorry, uh. L-let me get dressed... I think dinner is soon, we-” The blond inhaled deeply, trying to play it cool.

Ominis uncertainty woke Y/N up from his cloudy, lustful mind.

“Merlin, I’m sorry!” Y/N immediately removed his hand off his cock as it burned, opening his eyes in a hurry, he looked at the blond. His eyes were full of guiltiness, he had never been the selfish lover type, he didn’t know what came over to him. Just... Ominis looking like a complete Incubus, alluring him into carnal wishes made him lost it for a couple minutes. He felt ashamed. “Do you want to not continue? Are you hungry, love?”

“Continue...?”

“Yes, Ominis. I’m sorry, you look so good, “Y/N groaned and leaned forward, pulling Ominis’ body closer to him. Nuzzling his face against the right thigh, the biting into the soft and warm flesh lovingly. “You look so delicious I had to touch myself for a minute, my cock keeps hurting as I continue to see you, Ominis.” he licked his lips as he explained to the blond. “I’m so wet, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Ominis frowned for a second, then snorted.

Leave it to Y/N to get into a trance of desire, for once not thinking with his upper head, always the smart ass and rational type in most situations- Unless Ominis was involved. Sometimes the blond did believe that his fellow Slytherin was down bad for him.

“If you’re not having second thoughts...” Ominis parted a little more his legs as he got closer to the edge of the bed, where Y/N was kneeling. Closing his eyes, he sighed shakily and murmured. “I am yours to take.”

“Ominis...” Y/N groaned and quickly took the blond’s thighs, settling them in his shoulders. Without saying anything else, Y/N quickly acted on his desire. He looked with awe at his boyfriend’s cock, noticing how Ominis’ glans was also glistening with pre-seminal fluid, not quite as much as himself because Ominis, unlike him, didn’t touched himself in front of the other so shamelessly, but it was a nice amount to start with a smooth touch.

And he did. Y/N took Ominis’ cock with his right hand, his left one instead went to the boy’s balls. With his right hand, Y/N started to touch the blond’s glans, taking the fluid, mixing it with his own and started to properly jerk off the other Slytherin. The grip was firm, but soft, a nice combination. The circumcised erection on his hand twitched at the sudden touch, but Y/N found it endearing. With a loving stare at Ominis’ milky eyes, Y/N got his face closer to the boy’s ballsack.

His right hand continued touching the other boy’s cock, his fingers occasionally massaging insistently at the opening on the glans, rubbing the fluid all over, then going up and down in a nice rhythm on all the length, enjoying the sight of the foreskin covering and uncovering the hot flesh. Utterly sinful, but enjoyable for both parts. With his left hand, Y/N massaged caringly at Ominis’ balls and with his face, he simply poked his tongue out and started licking the soft wrinkled skin, inhaling deep the musky manly scent Ominis possessed. Y/N moaned, taking one testicle inside his mouth, licking and sucking slightly. His eyes closed as he indulged himself in Ominis, beautiful, sweet Ominis.

Said boy, Ominis, opened his eyes suddenly at the sensations, all happening at the same time. It seemed that Y/N didn’t plan to take it slow- not that Ominis was complaining, but it was a lot to take at the same time. He could feel his eyes watering and his bottom lip tremble as Y/N continued to shamelessly masturbate him, picking up the pace as more pre-seminal fluid leaked from his glans, making the slide smoother and wetter, the absolute dirty sound of slapping started as his foreskin got wet, obviously Y/N not minding getting his hand a mess. And having his balls touched, licked and suckled... Ominis bucked his hips up when Y/N simulated a bite with lips on his right ball, it felt way too good to be real. A small sob escaped Ominis’ lips, followed by moans.

He couldn’t contain them anymore, it was the start, but it was an intense start. He couldn’t keep himself quiet even if he wanted to, and he didn’t. Y/N was doing just a great job and he deserved to know that he was making Ominis feel way too good, even if it was embarrassing.

It seemed that Y/N was enjoying this too, because not only Ominis’ private parts were slick with his fluids, but with Y/N’s too. His [color] haired boyfriend was producing so much saliva as he licked and sucked so much that it was dripping all over, Ominis could feel the liquid going from his balls to the in-between his asscheeks. He couldn’t contain the shiver that ran over his body, neither.

“Ominis, my beautiful Ominis. You’re so delightful, my beloved. So delicious. “ Y/N moaned as he went lower, kissing and licking from the tip of Ominis’ cock, to his perineum. Sucking every now and then on the veins of the blond’s cock, or his balls. "I can’t contain myself; I need-” with a quick movement, Y/N stood up, lying next to Ominis and pulling the boy on top of him, Ominis’ knees on each side of Y/N’s face, the pliant boy following Y/N’s requests. This position was easier for eating the blond out, plus, the thought of having Ominis actually riding his face... God, his cock already was throbbing at the thought of it, if Ominis got bolder and did that... Fuck, Y/N could cum untouched, he was pretty sure about that. The Slytherin turned him so much, it wasn’t even funny.

“R-ride your...?” Ominis’ face got beet red, a small stutter escaped him... it was utterly adorable, seeing him flustered. Ominis got comfier into the position, placing his hands on the headboard, he could feel Y/N’s warm breath on his inner thighs. He could picture the position they were in, it was... so revealing, so dirty.

“Yes, baby.” Y/N purred and placed his hands on Ominis’ hips, guiding him lower until Y/N’s face was practically a breath away from touching Ominis’ asscheeks. Then, once he was pleased with the position, Y/N’s hands moved to the blond’s cheeks, parting them and without saying anything else, Y/N indulged himself.

He started with a long lick all over Ominis’ hole, Y/N felt his heart clench with absolute adoration when he noticed that the blond had made a small jump at the feeling. His prince was so lovely...

“W-wh...?” Ominis tried to talk, but he got cut up. Y/N’s tongue started to increase its pace, licking quicker at the puckered ring of muscle, spreading saliva on it and poking the tip, as if he wanted entrance.

Ominis’ breath hitched, his hands gripping with force at the headboard. It was a strange feeling, having Y/N’s tongue... down there, shamelessly licking in a place where it shouldn’t be... but since when did Y/N followed the rules?

Plus... Ominis, even though it was a new first, found himself liking the sensation of his boyfriend going down on him orally in there. His face felt burning, but he let himself to enjoy the experience, Y/N did seem like he was enjoying it quite a lot, moaning and groaning, licking and sucking, his manly hands caressing Ominis’ asscheeks, squeezing and kneading them.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Ominis let out small moans as he felt Y/N quickening his pace. These hands continued to touch Ominis’ ass without any restriction, that wicked tongue licking and insisting on acquiring permission to his insides, the ring of muscles becoming loose but not quite enough yet. He could feel the Y/N’s saliva dripping down his thighs. “Y/N...” Ominis whined, eyes closing firmly, knuckles becoming white thanks to the gripping force he applied on the headboard.

“Yes, love, moan. Let me hear you, my darling.” Y/N cheekily bit one of Ominis’ asscheeks, his voice dropping a tone, sounding rough from desire. Then he continued tasting the blond, hands parting those lovely cheeks further.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, this was one of the bests days he ever had. He was lying down, eating Ominis Gaunt out in his bed, said blond boy moaning and looking like a complete meal above him. Y/N could feel Ominis’ thighs trembling, the slight movement of the blond going down whenever Y/N’s tongue did something right, or his hips going up when he got a certain area overstimulated, trying to escape from the sensation his boyfriend’s inflected until Y/N pulled those lovely hips down again, making him take it.

He could swear that Ominis was a complete sight to behold, Merlin... how Y/N wished he had one of these muggle dispositives, a camera, to capture this moment forever. A dirty reminder of an extremely good day for both of them.

The known ice prince was here, with him, showing him his vulnerable side and letting Y/N take care of him... Y/N couldn’t be happier, Ominis Gaunt, a truly selfless angel.

If someone told Y/N that a certain solitary and stoic, awfully cryptic but polite angry boy he met outside the Undercroft would let him do this to him, Y/N would have laughed at their face, but deep inside he would be hurt... because mere months ago, this was a fantasy. A mere wet dream when he was dreaming in the dark of the night... or daydreaming in class, with said boy next to him, not paying him any attention.

But now... now it was reality, the world was wonderful every now and then.

With the insistence of his tongue and the slickness his saliva had, he felt Ominis’ hole finally given up, declaring the war lost. Y/N won, and he took advantage of it. As if he were a man suffering from the worst thirst, seconds away from death of dehydration... he grabbed Ominis by the hips and straight up slammed the boy’s ass against his face, moaning when his tongue finally entered inside Ominis’. The warm and soft walls welcomed him, clenching on his tongue. Y/N moaned wantonly; this was heaven.

At the sudden grab, Ominis for a moment thought that he was going to fall, so he gripped on the headboard tighter until he realized that his perverted boyfriend had basically smashed his face against Ominis’ ass, penetrating him with his tongue. Closing his eyes firmly, Ominis’ face pressed against the headboard, brokenly moaning. His hips trying to escape the weird sensation of wet intrusion, but Y/N keep him in place, his still kneading Ominis’ ass and his tongue doing those obscene thrusts inside and out.

“ Mmnm, Y/N... you’re... you’re a pervert.” Ominis moaned, coming to terms that he did love this bedroom activity. Y/N was so hungry for him which always got him going... and this? Once the sensation stopped being weird, it felt... good. Merlin, he could feel his hole clenching, gushing the excess of Y/N’s saliva out. “A-ahh... yes, yes, there.”

“Mmnh,” Y/N agreed enthusiastically, his left hand travelling to Ominis’ cock, starting to masturbate it. Ominis was leaking so much, he did enjoy this. His cock throbbed so much; he wasn’t going to last any longer. Y/N was a man of many talents, indeed.

It was too much, feeling his ass getting eaten out and being masturbated at the same time, Ominis could feel his balls tightening. His bottom lip trembled, and his thighs were closing unconsciously, without knowing, he started moving his hips up and down, riding Y/N’s face like he wanted to.

Y/N immediately took notice of it, and he loved every second of it. Ominis was starting to prioritize his pleasure than his composure and it was just... so damn hot. He could feel Ominis’ knees touching each side of his neck, If Ominis continued to close his thighs he could choke Y/N with them... the thought shouldn’t have been that arousing but... Ominis riding his face and choking him with his thighs? Was this heaven? So be it. He was only human; the heavens were glorious for permitting him have this, for having Ominis Gaunt as his lover.

As the seconds passed, Ominis’ moans increased in frequency and volume, his hips losing that shyness and now properly riding Y/N’s face. It was truly a sight, the blond’s hair was completely unkept, his face was a little sweaty and the blush expanded to his chest. His small happy trail was slick with sweat, and his cock was fully erected, a red tint on his leaking glans. The whole cock was completely wet with his own fluids, heavy balls tightening... and his hole clenching uncontrollably on Y/N’s tongue, completely wet as well, but this time with Y/N’s saliva. His ass had a faint red tint from all the fondling Y/N did on them.

Y/N continued to lick, suck and masturbate the blond until he felt the boy tensing and letting out a loud moan, followed by a few sobs, immediately, he felt Ominis closing his thighs with an incredibly force. His insides clenched impossibly tight, his lithe body trembling entirely. In that moment Y/N knew that Ominis was cumming, Y/N kept eating the boy out, but his left hand quickly went downwards, going inside his boxer shorts and starting to desperately masturbate himself.

Ominis was such a beautiful being, so divine and delicious. With a deep moan, Y/N took his own cock on his hand, taking notice of how get he was and starting to jerk himself off: up and down, teasing the glans as he slowly let Ominis go, the blond boy lifting his hips up the moment he felt overstimulated by Y/N’s insistent tongue.

Ominis sobbed as he felt how his cock shoot the ribbons of cum, his hips escaping his lover’s caresses. He felt his hole gaping a little, the sticky sensation of saliva in there making him feel obscene, along with the feeling of saliva running down his thighs... but he enjoyed it nonetheless, especially as he heard Y/N touching himself, beneath him, no doubt looking at Ominis’ ass, being the huge pervert he already was. The dirty sound of Y/N’s hands touching his own cock at the sight of Ominis... it made him feel the ‘butterflies’ inside his stomach, as fellow students described the feeling of being with someone you loved.

“So delicious, Omimi.” Y/N groaned he felt himself climaxing, eyes half-lidding as he saw Ominis retreating from the now embarrassing position (at least for Ominis, who was flashing his everything to Y/N), giving Y/N a fantastic view of all his naked, affected, body. There was a healthy flush and sweat traces on Ominis’ body, said boy had his navel and right hand covered in that incriminating white fluid... Ominis’ cum. With his free hand, before Ominis could move further, Y/N took Ominis’ cum-covered had and guided it towards his mouth, not having a single doubt as he took it inside his mouth, licking it clean, digit by digit, and the entirety of his palm.

Y/N swallowed Ominis’ cum as he continued jerking himself, reaching his climax no long after. His own balls tightening, his wet glans made him feel that delicious burning feeling he got whenever he rubbed so insistently. Y/N’s orgasm approached so violently, quickly, Y/N covered the small opening to not stain the sheets any further... strings of white cum escaped the tip, making even more of a mess on his cock, which now was covered with his own sticky, warm white semen, pooling at the base. How... would it feel to enter inside of Ominis like this, with his cock covered in cum? Would it be easier to thrust in? Would Ominis like it?

Y/N moaned louder at the thought and continued jerking it until the sensations became too much, stopping once his cock decided it was enough of showing its appreciation for Ominis by emptying his balls. Then Y/N casted a cleaning charm for both of them, wandless magic now being one of Y/N’s talents. He took a deep breath and swallowed a whine.

Once Ominis felt that Y/N calmed himself a little, he abandoned the position and instead, he lied down next to his boyfriend. Immediately, Ominis hugged Y/N by his hips, sighing as he nuzzled his face against Y/N’s neck, inhaling deeply that masculine scent that he loved so much.

Y/N took a deep breath and returned the hug, smiling brightly at Ominis.

“You’re so cute, Omimi.” Y/N kissed Ominis deeply and lovingly, noticing how Ominis’ blond hair no longer was slickened backwards, it was all over the place. He looked so damn cute. Then, Y/N kissed Ominis’ forehead. “I’m sorry for all that happened, I promise I won’t go looking for trouble... purposefully.”

“I know that you don’t. But do be careful, love.” Ominis sighed, not abandoning Y/N’s neck, instead, he got comfier in there. “I just hate that you hide things like that from me.”

“I won’t do it anymore, I promise.” Y/N answered immediately, pressing small kisses on every beauty mark on Ominis’ face. “I will come straight to you, I promise, nurse Gaunt. And I will try my best to not get my hard head smacked so much.”

Ominis snorted but hugged him closer, he seriously loved this idiot.

“Deal.”

+++

Once the couple got their pajamas on, they drew the curtains in Ominis’ bed and cuddled each other, drifting slowly to sleep between whispered sweet-nothings and promises to care for each other. They were that couple.

Unknowingly to them, a very flustered and red-faced Sebastian Sallow had been an unexpected witness of their whole... love session.

In Sebastian’s defense, he had been about to leave the dormitory since Ominis had asked him earlier to before he had accepted to talk with Y/N, telling Sebastian that he was going to knock some sense into Y/N’s hard head and things could get ugly, and that he didn’t want to draw Sebastian into a lover's quarrel. But he didn’t leave in time, and when he had heard his two friends arguing outside the dorm, Sebastian had casted a disillusionment charm to sneak out whenever they were distracted enough to not notice the door suddenly opening but... but.

Everything escalated rather quickly, one second, they were arguing and other... was Ominis flirting? And Y/N acting like he was totally whipped on Ominis’ finger? It was amusing to watch... so he stayed. Sebastian was curious about their relationship now, because they never looked lovey-dovey whenever the three of them were hanging out, saying that they didn’t want to make things awkward. Instead of a couple, whenever all of them were together, they looked like normal friends. So, he was curious and stayed... but then things got heated. Like, really heated.

Now the sight of his best friend spitting on his other friend was forever burned in Sebastian’s mind and... the whole thing.

He couldn’t believe he had just watched Y/N lick Ominis’ ass, and Ominis enjoying it, then both getting really into it. It was... hot. Sebastian had never thought that gay sex was hot, but his own cock seemed to disagree now, his own trousers pathetically tented and begging for release.

Ominis and Y/N shall never know about this.

#one shot #male reader #Ominis Gaunt x male reader #Ominis Gaunt x Y/N #Ominis Gaunt #Ominis Gaunt x MC #Ominis x MC #Ominis x male oc #ominis x player character

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Inarizaki’s Manager

Manager Defends Inarizaki

Inarizaki x Gn! manager

Warnings: swearing (?)

AN: this is a request from @plutoistireddd!

Being the manager for such a stoic team isn’t easy

They have high standards and literally work their butt off to fill them

They can be dramatic at times, namely two specific individuals 👀

So needless to say, finding you, our unbothered, calm angel was a blessing for these boys

Literally nothing rattles you

When Atsumu is aCtInG lIke a ToDdLeR you simply ignore him and move on

When the twins fight, you simply assure nobody else is in harms way and walk away 💅

You are probably the calmest person anyone has ever met

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi adore you

Literally you provide the chill they need without the dramatics

Like when Atsumu gets all worked up, you simply say “Sumu you are literally the best high school setter in Japan right now, what do you have to worry about?”

Atsumu 👉🏻😐🤨 you’re right YN!

Literally there’s absolutely nothing that phases out sweet Yn

Onetime, you were walking back to the gym and the water bottle carrier broke, spilling water bottles and water all over the floor

The team thought “this is it, this is the one!”

Suna was ready with his phone 📱

Kita, Aran and Ginjima were ready to calm you down

But nope, you just shrugged and said “well now I won’t have to mop the floors tonight” as you went, grabbed a mop and cleaned up

The guys 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Literally they were convinced nothing would ever break you

But what they didn’t realize is that their precious Yn had one weakness and they were too silly to see it

To outsiders, it was obvious how much you carried for your team

You would do anything in your power for them

You carried for them all like friends and family

So when Inarizaki made it to Nationals, their cheer section followed

And while you appreciated the support, you knew first hand how annoying and awful they could be

Sure they were supportive but they could also be huge jerks

During the game everything remained pretty neutral

When Riseki, our precious first year was up to serve and panicked, the crowd started in on him

That’s when your irritation started to grow

It had happened at other games but you we’re definitely reaching your limit

You tried your best to remain calm but it was difficult

During the final set, the crowd was all over the place

Boos and cheers were intermixed and your agitation only grew

“YN you ok?” Coach asked, noticing your balled up fist

You simply nodded, “trying to find your chi” as Hinata would put it 😂

When they twins quick was stopped by Hinata and Kageyama, you watched the ball fall as the boys frantically chased for it

You knew it was over and you knew what was about to happen

But unbeknownst to the team, you weren’t going to deal with it

Kita called for the boys to line up as you quickly followed

Akagi, Suna and Kita all watched you come to stand in front of the team

Your arms crossed and you stood in a power stance, protecting your boys

Suna was so mad he didn’t have his phone 😅

“ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!” You screamed as the crowded settled

The guys rn 👉🏻 🧍😐😳

“They boys played their hearts out and sure they have regrets but I swear, if I hear ONE BAD THINGS about them, I will personally ruin EVEDY SINGLE ONE of your pathetic lives! This is the time when our team needs support and if you can’t BE that support, then walk your butts right out that door and never come back!” You shout as the crowd all look at you

The team 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

The crowd 👉🏻😳🫣

The coaches 👉🏻😐😏

You 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Suddenly the crowd starts applauding as the team stands there

“YN is right, these boys played a fantastic game?” Someone yelled

You nodded, happy with the outcome as you strolled off the court and to the sidelines, grabbing your stuff and heading out

The boys silently followed you, Kita in the lead as he spoke

“Umm YN,” he said

You turned around, putting your hand up to stop him

“Kita don’t thank me. I love you guys and I’ll do anything to protect you. You played your hearts out and while I’m sure you have regrets, that match was beyond amazing and well, today just happened to be Karasuno’s day,” you smiled as the boys all started to cry

You set your stuff down, going to hug them as a team

“I gotta say Yn, that was pretty badass,” Suna added

“I’m actually surprised it wasn’t Atsumu who finally broke you,” Osamu said

“Hey! I’m not that hard to deal with!” Atsumu said

“Oh you definitely are Sumu but we all just deal with it because we love you,” you say 🥰

Atsumu 👉🏻🥲 pain

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youmarin · 2 years

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Now Recruiting! ft. Inarizaki VB Boys - Part 2: Working Overtime

Summary: It's almost a week of being the team’s manager. Memories resurface. An incident happens. Time's up and there are decisions to be made.

Word count: +4.7K

*There's a flashback scene that's written in italics.

A/N: If you read Just Admit It, this part might seem slightly familiar hehe. Also I am going to say I like writing Atsumu.

part 1 here, series masterlist

Being a boy’s volleyball team manager came with a lot of responsibilities. It wasn’t that you didn’t know this beforehand because you definitely had an idea; being a former player yourself you were familiar with the environment. Your current situation just reiterated that you were awful with time management and organization. For the past week, you’ve been juggling at the best of your capability all the things in your schedule: school, cleaning duty, club, homework, plus your part of the chores at home.

But considering how you’ve never worked with a volleyball team in this way, you were doing great or so you thought. Helping putting up the net, making sure the floor was clean and not slippery, being ball boy, keeping record of the player’s stats, keeping the score on the practice matches, filling up water bottles, washing the training bibs and towels, cleaning up when practice was over, keeping inventory of the supplies in the storage room, booking up practice matches for next month (with this you needed a little assistance). Those were part of your tasks.

“Happy first week of being our manager.” Atsumu said with a sing-song voice as he approached your spot by the single bench near the court. “How are ya liking it?”

The boys were alright, you felt comfortable speaking to them. The first years were all nervous when they spoke to you which you found strange yet a little endearing. They were very respectable and always ready to help you out. The third years were the same: respectful, checking up on you and giving advice since they were the oldest and knew better the gist of things. The captain was serious yet kindhearted, a hard worker by nature. There was also Omimi, who played middle blocker, the same position you used to play so you bonded over that. The libero, Michinari Akagi, who won your admiration because of how good he was doing his job on the team. Ojiro Aran was a big guy, could be very intimidating at first glance but once you spoke with him you noticed he was a sweetheart, also very kind and it was sort of easy for him to stress about things. Those things mostly being a certain duo of second years (when Suna didn’t get tangled in their shenanigans along Hitoshi Ginjima). You couldn’t blame him.

Atsumu was the most rambunctious out of the Miya twins. He let everyone know when he was around. Very passionate, he was the setter of the team and loved the sport more than anything else you soon came to learn. Atsumu had such a talent that came out of nothing but pure dedication, discipline and hard work; it wasn’t a thing that happened overnight. He and his brother were always pushing each other’s buttons. They had a certain rivalry but it wasn’t anything to worry about, it was more like a challenge, a competitiveness that worked effectively to get the best out of them.

The world was funny, because not long after you saw them, you recognized them. You three had attended the same junior high, and now in high school you meet with them again. You recalled back then how you had walked by Atsumu, as you found him sitting by himself under a tree after practice before going home. You had gotten out of the gym where your own practice had finished as well.

“Are you okay?” He had looked up at hearing the voice and saw you, haired tied up in two ponytails, head slightly tilted looking down at him. You were wearing some knee pads and arm sleeves so he quickly identified you as a member of the girl’s volleyball team. You had worked up as sweat and your cheeks were flushed.

“Why do ya care?” At his biting tone, you opened your mouth and closed it a few times, not knowing how to proceed.

“I’m sorry. I just… It’s just that the rest of the team are playing and you’re here… And I’ve seen you play. You’re awesome.” You said without looking at him in case that would bother him more. But Atsumu just stared up at you in surprise. You placed one of the water bottles you were holding beside him as you moved to leave. “I’m sorry for bothering you.” you apologized again.

“No, wait! I’m sorry.” you turned towards him again, having stood up. Breaking eye contact, he continued. “You were being nice.” He admitted sheepishly, fidgeting with his fingers. “I’m fine. It’s just that my teammates don’t like me.”

“Why not?”

“Because they suck and I don’t.” Okay, you immediately got why they didn’t like him.

“That’s kind of rude.”

“Well it’s what I think.” he shrugged. He was honest to a fault. “But you said you think I’m awesome?” He chuckled and looking at him, you almost thought his smile could blind you for how bright it was. You nodded, suddenly feeling warmth on your chest. “Do you wanna play with me?”

You stayed with Atsumu until early in the evening that day, before his twin came and smacked him saying it was time to go home. It was a one time interaction so after that you both continued with your lives normally.

You weren’t even sure if Atsumu even remembered that day, but you did. You smiled fondly as you recalled and answered his question. “I do like it. I hope I’m doing a good job here too.” The last thing you wanted was to be more a bother than a relief. He assured you that in fact you’ve been doing great these past few days. “I see you get along well with your teammates.” You remarked and he gave you a stranged look.

“Of course I do. They’re putting as much effort as I’m doing. They’re the best.” And there was that same smile he gave you that time.

The little moment was broken in a similar way to how your day with him back then ended, with his twin hitting him in the back of his head with a volleyball before walking over. You handed him his water bottle and a towel. “Oi! You could’ve hit y/n with that!”

Osamu was more on the quiet side. That is, until his brother gets him worked up and they end up arguing or Atsumu comes up with something that most times than not involves him. The grey haired boy might hesitate a little at first but his mood quickly changes to excitement if things go right or if he gains something out of it. Their dynamic is like nothing you’ve seen before and you wonder if it’s a twin thing. It’s easy to be quite jealous of it. To have someone as close to you who pushes you to keep going. “As if I were you, who almost hit her with a serve on the face just the other day.”

Then it came Suna Rintaro, the first one to reach out to you. He was also on the quiet side, speaking when spoken to or when it was considered necessary, also to share a teasing remark or joke. Often on his phone, earphones in when you come across him in the hallways, giving you a slight nod in acknowledgement when he spotted you. He always wore that deadpan look. The most expressive you’ve seen him so far was during your first conversation. You also noticed how he visibly tensed when Kita called him out, and seemed slightly annoyed by Atsumu and Osamu sometimes, reluctantly agreeing to whatever they were scheming after a little convincing. He had a habit of fidgeting with his hands whenever he didn’t put them in his pockets (or inside his volleyball shorts sometimes). He was a middle blocker too, with a very distinctive playing style, turning him into one of the top scorers of the team, so they’ve told you and you’ve been able to witness during their practice matches. You admired him too, along with the rest of the members of the team.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t scared her away yet.” Suna paused before continuing, “The manager before you left because of them you know.” You frowned and turned to them and saw Atsumu’s offended expression.

“You little shit, that’s not true. Don’t listen to that liar, y/n.” The corner of Suna’s lips quirked up and you nudged him playfully.

“Alright, guys. Gather things up, practice’s over.” Kita’s voice cut through, effectively getting the boys to move.

“Kita-senpai!” the team captain turned to look at you. “I spoke to the Kyoto school the coach mentioned and booked a practice match with them.”

He nodded, “When’s the match?” You told him the details and what you’ve gathered about the opposite team. Apparently they were strong, and had a new first year that’s been making everyone talk with how skilled he was, and his height being another advantage. After your short talk with Kita and him thanking you for your work, you moved to clean up before everyone left. You were tired after a long week, and there was still morning practice tomorrow. With the days quickly passing by and the match approaching, you knew things would only get more hectic.

Most of the boys were showering and changing, and now you were almost done. You grabbed your things and went to put away the cart with the balls in the storage room before leaving. As you turned to open the door and exit the room, that’s when your problems began.

“Oh this can’t be happening.” The door knob broke, leaving you stuck in the room. “Guys? Guys! Is there someone out there! Help, please!” you tried twisting the knob but with no success. You started to bang on the door and then you thought of calling someone. But you really ran out of luck because there was no service from where you were standing. “You have got to be kidding me.” You started to pace over the room, both in anxiousness and hoping one of the little lines on the top corner of your phone might blink alive.

‘Where’s y/n?” Atsumu asked, seeing there was no trace of you in the gym, your things nowhere to be seen.

“I think she left. She looked tired.” Ginjima suggested.

“But she didn’t say goodbye. She always leaves with us.”

“Maybe she grew sick of seeing your face everyday for the week. Needs some extra time to get ready to see it again on a weekend.”

While their conversation slowly escalated to an argument as it often did, Suna sent you a text but it wasn't marked as delivered. He frowned. He tried calling you but it sent him to voicemail, your voice recording filling his ears.

“I’m going to put up a complaint. She can’t leave without us knowing.” Atsumu said, lips slightly pouted.

“What are you, her boyfriend?”

“It’s for her safety. Maybe we should also walk her home.”

“Guys, where’s y/n? Get a move on. They’re closing the gym.”

“Kita-san, she already left.”

“Oh. That’s strange. Was she okay?”

And so everyone ended up leaving you behind thinking you were already gone, locked in the storage room.

****

You waited for twenty minutes which soon turned to thirty which later turned into an hour. You sat on the floor, your back leaned against your bookbag, hungry and sleepy. Eventually you fell asleep.

****

Meanwhile Suna, still slightly worried of you leaving like that and not answering your phone, debated if he should go back to the gym. Maybe you left your phone behind and that’s why you didn’t answer. So he got up from his bed minutes before the clock struck eleven and left his dorm. He asked one of the front gate security guards for the gym’s keys with the excuse of having left something behind himself.

Turning on the lights, he walked towards your usual spot on the bench and as he had seen before, it was empty. Walking all the way to the back towards the hallway that led to the storage room, he saw light coming out from under the door. There was no way you were in there, somebody must’ve forgotten to turn off the light.

But as he twisted the door knob, he noticed it was jammed, so he had to push it a few times to get it open and there he saw you, lying on the floor, asleep.

“Shit.” he cursed under his breath, holding the door open with something before running over to you. “Hey, y/n.” He gently shook you awake. He thought with all the noise he made to open the door you should be awake by now but he brushed the thought off. “y/n.”

As you steered awake, eyes slowly opening and blinking away sleep, the image of Suna became clearer in front of you. “Suna?” He had his hair completely down and was clad in a hoodie and sweatpants. And then you remembered where you were. “Shit.” in a swift motion, you sat up, almost hitting him in the process. “I got stuck in here. I tried to call someone but no one heard and my phone didn’t work.” You hurriedly explained, a panicked tone.

“Hey, you’re okay. Let’s get out of here.”

“Shit shit shit. It’s past eleven. My parents are going to kill me.”

“Wait. Hold on, calm down.” He grabbed your hand as you started to hurry away, making you turn back to him, “Where are you going?”

“Home?”

“It’s late for you to go home right now alone.”

“And the longer I stay here the later it gets.”

“I’ll walk you home then.”

You stopped to think about it. “If I go home late with a boy right now they’ll kill me anyway.” You brushed your hands down your face, stressed.

“Then call them or send them a text saying you stayed over at a friend's dorm. Practice ran late and lost track of time.” You looked over at him. Right. That’s why he was here, he practically lived here. How much mad could they get? You reckoned that if you at least let them know you were okay, they wouldn’t worry. You’ll face the rest tomorrow.

“You came up with all that very easily.”

“It’s not such a complicated situation.”

“Not to you.” , pause, “My phone’s dead.”

“Here.”

And as you both walked back to his dorm, you called your mom. By what Suna could hear, she sounded worried at first, but then he could hear how her tone changed to a more stern one and he winced. When you finally reached his dorm, what was happening finally sinked in.

“Wait.” You both stopped right in front of his dorm door. “Don’t you have a roommate?”

“Not anymore. I changed to a single dorm starting this year.” he still saw your hesitance.

“Are you really fine with me staying here?”

“It’s fine. Plus it’s not like you have anywhere else to go right now.” Very comforting, “And it’s kinda our fault that you were left behind.”

As you walked inside, you took a quick glance around. Just entering you could see a small living room, a small tv, manga copies and video games lying around it. There was a small kitchen, and you supposed that the bedroom was down the hallway dividing the room.

“You must be hungry.” He walked ahead of you and disappeared into the hallway. When he came back he handed you a change of clothes and guided you to his bathroom. “You can use the bathroom while I make you something. There are clean towels over there.” You nodded and smiled at him. “Call if you need anything.” He went to close the door but stopped midway as you called him and he looked up at you.

“Thank you.”

“Sure.” he gave you a closed lip smile and left the room.

When you were done showering, you grabbed the clothes he gave you. His shirt fitted you more like a dress. And as you looked at your reflection, you couldn’t help but get flustered. You totally didn’t expect tonight to end up with you at one of the boy’s volleyball team member’s dorm, wearing his clothes.

As you walked over to the kitchen, he turned to look at you, “I placed your plate on the table…” He trailed off as his eyes scanned your figure.

“Thank you.”

“Stop thanking me. It’s fine.”

“Right, sorry.”

“And stop apologizing.” He added, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“So-.” You cleared your throat as he raised a brow at you. “Fine.” you chuckled nervously. You both walked over to the small table. He had grabbed a snack for himself too. There was a comfortable silence between you two as you both ate. But it was soon broken when you started talking about school, club, the upcoming match. Conversation with him came surprisingly easy.

“Do you get nervous during matches?” you asked him

“Practice matches?” he shook his head. “No. Not really. I mean, it’s practice.” you nodded in understanding. “I do get nervous during official matches. But I get over it quick. I do all this work for those after all.”

“That makes sense. I’m not even going to play this time and I’m nervous.” you chuckle. It’s going to be your first practice match as their manager. It wasn't supposed to make a bigger difference, but still.

“Honestly you’ve been doing okay. Except getting locked up in the storage room.” you both laughed. There was a curious look in his eye after laughter subsided as he spoke again, “Was this the only club activity you were interested in?”

You hummed in thought. “No. There were a few actually.”

“Then why’d you pick being a manager?”

“I told you. I like volleyball. And this is a different way to look at it. I might not be in the court now but I’m supporting you all by the sidelines.” you smiled fondly. “Also I’m not officially your manager yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kita-senpai and the coach told me I could stay as your manager temporarily and that if I didn’t like it I could go. Also it was like a trial period.” looking at the time, you continued. “And today we’re supposed to discuss should I stay or should I go.”

“Do you want to leave?” He looked at you as you got up, taking his empty plate and yours to the kitchen sink. He could hear the smile in your voice as you answered him.

“You’ll have to wait until morning practice to find out.” And at that he smiled too. You just used words similar to the ones he used the first time he talked to you against him. “And speaking of morning practice, it’s midnight already. We should catch some sleep soon.”

After you two were done getting ready for bed, you noticed another small detail that you should’ve known for a while now. It was a single dorm, which meant, there was a single bed. He let you step into his bedroom first and you turned to look between him and the bed and he caught onto what had made you stop walking.

“You can sleep here, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You’re kidding.” you deadpanned. He was a six foot tall boy. And you saw his couch. He wouldn’t be able to sleep comfortably there. “If someone’s taking the couch that should be me.”

“True, because you’re way shorter.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just describing you, okay? I’m not lying.” He laughed as you glared at him. “It’s alright. I’ve fallen asleep on it before. It’s surprisingly comfortable.” Okay, now half of what he said was a lie.

“I’m not having that. I’m the one intruding here-”

“You’re not.”

“And you have practice tomorrow and it’s past midnight.” you continued.

“Then let’s just both sleep together.” He shrugged and walked past you, throwing himself on his bed. He patted the narrow spot next to him beckoning you to come over. The way he worded that out made you flustered, but he didn’t give a second thought about it, keeping his cool (truly, he didn’t notice, sleep seeping onto him after the events of the day). Were you making a big deal out of this? He must think you were.

“First, I need a charger.” You rummaged through your bag and held your phone up.

“Sure, it’s over there.” You walked over to his drawers and there was his phone charger on top. As you plugged your phone and it came back to life, you saw all the notifications of missed calls and texts you had. You had like fifty missed calls from your parents, and even your little brother left you a voice message that sounded rather upset that you didn’t pick up your phone. There were messages from the volleyball group chat, some from Atsumu, and plenty of missed calls from Suna along with some texts.

“Is it me, or someone was really worried about me?” You teased and he looked over at you, holding your phone up to show him what you were talking about. He frowned and looked away.

“You don’t leave without saying goodbye.” When you didn’t answer, he looked back up at you to see you smiling at him. “Shut up. I shouldn’t have gone out looking for you then.” you laughed even more at that. “Hurry up here or you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Alright, alright.” You sent a quick text to the group chat letting them know you were okay before turning off the lights and slipping into bed next to him, avoiding but failing to stumble onto something walking in the dark in the unfamiliar room while hearing him snicker. Awkwardly, you both moved to make yourselves comfortable in the twin bed. You noticed how his feet almost dangled out the bed as your eyes adjusted to the dark. “Don’t push me out of the bed?”

“I might.” you gasped and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I don’t move much while asleep.”

“I do. And I kick sometimes.”

“Then I’ll kick you back.”

“And my feet get cold.”

“Then keep them away from me.”

“Goodnight, Suna.”

“Rintaro.”

“Huh?”

“You can call me by my name.”

“Okay.” you smiled “Goodnight, Rintaro.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

******

You woke up a few minutes before your alarm went off. You knew it was because you had stuff to do in the morning and you were staying over at Suna’s place. If you were at your house, getting up early would be more of a struggle and you’ll be moving slower. Well, it was slower to get out of bed still, surprised to wake up with one of his arms thrown over your waist, caging you to his chest, but you succeeded in getting out without waking him up several minutes earlier than he should.

When his alarm went off and he woke up, he stretched and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Looking around, his eyes landed on your things and he was reminded of the events of last night. Walking out of the room, the smell of breakfast reached him and as he stepped into the kitchen there he found you. You were still wearing his clothes and hadn’t noticed his presence. When you did, he nearly gave you a heart attack. “Rintaro, you have to stop doing that.” You chuckled.

Rintaro. Right, last night he told you you could call him that. He looked away, suddenly feeling warmth spreading from his neck up to his ears.

“I’m making you something for breakfast. I… I hope I’m not overstepping.”

“It’s fine.” He was still looking away which made you uneasy. “I’ll go get ready.”

“Okay.”

After he got ready, it was your turn. He lent you another shirt and you put on an extra pair of leggings you had in your bag. You quickly ate as he finished eating himself, then you both grabbed your things and walked out towards the gym. It was rather quiet now between you two but you tried not to overthink. He never was much of a talker anyway. Plus, it was early.

When you arrived at the gym, you found some of the boys already there. They had put up the net already. As soon as Atsumu spotted you, he sprinted towards you. He was energetic considering the time. “y/n!” He tackled you in a hug. “You can’t leave without telling us! You didn’ t answer my texts either up until morning.” Before you could speak, Suna opened his mouth.

“She didn’t leave last night. She got locked inside the storage room.”

“What? What are you-” he stopped as realization hit him. “So that’s why the door’s all messed up. Crap! I knew it was strange. We should’ve noticed.” He started rambling out apologies, getting the attention of the rest of the team members. You explained what had happened last night and how Suna had found you and got you out. The boys kept apologizing and you assured them that you weren’t mad, no one could’ve known that that would happen anyway.

“So you stayed over at Suna’s place?” Osamu remarked when the group scattered, looking between you and him. “Is that t-shirt his?

“Yes, it was late. And yes, you’re very observant, Osamu.” you tried brushing him off and he snorted, seeing you trying not to let him get to you, and looking at his friend who was glaring at him. “Now, shut up and go stretch all of you. Practice is starting.” You walked off getting to work yourself.

“So, what did you guys do?” Atsumu asked him.

“According to you, what were we supposed to do?”

“Like, what happened last night? How’d you know she was stuck in here?”

“It was weird that she had left without telling anybody.” Suna shrugged, acting nonchalant. “I found her asleep on the storage room floor. I took her to my dorm, we ate, we talked and then we went to sleep.” He explained without further details. As they moved to the floor to keep stretching, Osamu asked another question.

“Did you sleep together?” He laughed at the outrageous look that took over his friend’s face. Still, a faint blush creeped over his cheeks. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“In that case, yes, we did. Now drop it.”

***

“So as everyone knows, y/n started as our manager this week.” Kita started after the team gathered up when practice was over. “She has learned the ropes rather quickly and has been a huge help for us.” Everyone nodded along and cheered but stopped to let Kita continue, “I dare say she’s grown into us in such a short period of time. But this week was for her to decide if she wanted to stay with us.” At that there were a few protests, Atsumu being one to loudly express his discontent at the idea of you leaving. “Whatever she chooses now, we’’ll support her even though we would love for her to stay.”

They all looked over at you expectantly, waiting for your response. It wasn’t as intimidating as the first day to have all the boys looking at you, but it still made you nervous. “I-”

“If you say no because you’re upset about what happened yesterday I promise we won’t leave you behind again.”

“Shut the fuck up, ‘Tsumu. Let her talk.” Osamu scolded him while he earned a warning look from the captain for his language.

Suna was almost certain you would stay but still found himself dreading a little that you would call it quits today.

You chuckled at Atsumu’s comment, and started again, “If you’ll have me, I would be glad to officially start as the team’s manager. I’m hoping to continue being of help and see you grow individually and as a team.” You said with a smile. And with that everyone burst into cheers and you got a bunch of sweaty boys jumping at you for a hug.

“This is a reason for celebration! Osamu’s paying for lunch!”

“Dude, why the fuck would you say something like that without me agreeing first?”

“Are you saying you aren’t happy about y/n- chan’s permanency with us?” Atsumu pulled you to him and squeezed your cheeks before you tried to slap his hands away.

Osamu knew what he was doing, but still as he looked at you, trying to free yourself from his twin’s hold, he relented, “Fine.”

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