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one of 'those'. sakusa kiyoomi x reader (part two.)
+ tags & warnings; part one is not needed to read part two :3
+ a/n; day 4/7!! i thought yall deserved a part two but i also just really wanted to write a part two :3
+ part one.
Ever since you gave birth to your daughter almost two years ago, Kiyoomi had not put her down. He would always tell you it’s because you were constantly working too hard and needed a break, which was the partial truth. In reality Kiyoomi couldn’t get enough of his daughter. She was the happiest baby, constantly giggling and smiling the complete opposite of Sakusa, however her looks were uncanny with her father. The pair was inseparable. When Sakusa would go away for away-games Mei would be in tears until you facetimed Kiyoomi, suddenly her smile which you adored so much was back. If Kiyoomi wasn’t available you would have to put on old matches or interviews containing her father. It made you a little bit jealous that Kiyoomi managed to steal all of your daughter's attention despite the fact you were the one who gave birth to her.
Today Sakusa was at another away game. He missed his two pretty girls like hell, the same cycle for each game. All he wanted to do was go home and cuddle up to his wife and daughter. This time was different though, with the help of Meian you had planned to surprise Kiyoomi at the match today. Today’s match was important for Sakusa, MSBY Vs. EJP Raijin. A match against his cousin, and former teammate. The perfect match to bring Mei too. You had planned to sit in the stands to not distract Kiyoomi, and surprise him after the match by going down with your pass towards the end of the match.
As you arrived at the stadium with your daughter in hand. She wore a MSBY #15 jersey for her dad that was too big - essentially wearing it as a dress. Her hair was in two pigtails tied with yellow bows that matched her curly black hair.
“You ready Mei-Mei?” You asked your daughter. To which she eagerly nodded in response, she was Sakusa’s biggest fan.
You and your daughter walked up to your seats, not too far back that Mei couldn’t see but also not too close that your surprise would be given away.
The match started off with Tomas serving for MSBY. The rallies were intense as expected from a division 1 match. As the rotation moved it was now Atsumu’s turn to serve. This piqued Mei’s interest as she looked closer and then back to you, “MAMA LOOK! IT’S UNCLE TSUMU!” Your daughter yelled. You couldn’t help but giggle at your daughter’s excitement. Sakusa hated how Atsumu got your daughter to call him ‘uncle Atsumu’. Your daughter was now watching intensely as Komori failed to receive the ball. “Momo, couldn’t pick it up mama. I don’t think I could either.” Your daughter frowned as Atsumu went in for his second serve, this time Komori was able to receive the ball almost flawlessly making your daughter stare at her actual uncle with admiration. However when EJP went to attack, MSBY perfectly received the ball letting Atsumu set up an attack which he tossed to Sakusa, scoring.
“And that’s MSBY’s #15, Kiyoomi Sakusa!” The commentators added over the speakers.
“Dada! Mama look! It’s dad.”
“It is dad, Mei-Mei!” You say giving your daughter a tight squeeze, making her giggle.
As the game was in it’s last set you got up from your seat, grabbing Mei and your belongings heading into the foyer. You walked up to the security showing them your lanyard before walking down to the court. Making sure to stand to the side walking towards their coach, Samson Foster.
“Ah! I see you guys made it just in time.” Foster said, waving at Mei.
It was now at match point. You stood there intensely watching with Mei as the teams put all their effort into attacking and defending.
“Bokkun!” You heard Atsumu shout.
Bokuto ran up to the net, jumping. Only to get blocked by Suna and Bokuto’s ex-teammate Tatsuki Washio. MSBY’s Libero Shion Inunaki was quick to receive the ball.
“Omi!” Atsumu called, tossing the ball to Kiyoomi.
And Sakusa being Sakusa scored perfectly. “DADA!” Mei shouted towards Kiyoomi, gaining his attention. As his daughter enthusiastically waved at him.
The final whistle blew, gaining screams from the crowd as MSBY celebrated their win. Mei ran over to her dad who turned around at the sound of his daughter's footsteps, picking her up and throwing her in the air before catching her. “I didn’t know you two were going to be here.” He said to his daughter.
“It was mummy’s idea!”
Kiyoomi couldn’t help but turn to you standing on the side, “Mhm? Well Mummy’s always got brilliant ideas, hey?” Mei eagerly nodded, “how ‘bout you go back to mummy and I’ll come see you two in a second.” He said before kissing his daughter's head, causing her to giggle and run back to you.
The two teams finished their post match traditions before Kiyoomi came over to your side. “Didn’t know you were gonna be here.” He said softly.
“Surprise!” You smiled at him.
You walked with your daughter and husband towards the exit, “I’m going to get changed, I’ll see you two in a bit.”
“Okay dada!” Mei chimed.
As you and Mei stood waiting for your husband, someone crept behind you grabbing your daughter's shoulders causing her to let out a shriek.
“Boo!” The voice called out.
You and Mei turned around, to see Komori standing behind you. “Momo!” Mei beamed.
“Hey Mei-Mei, hey Y/N!” Komori said before picking up Mei giving her a hug, “Did ya like watching me Mei-Mei?”
“Yeah! But I liked watching dada more.” Mei said sternly.
“Of course you did. Your dad has a lot of fans you know. But I think you’re his favourite fan.”
“Mei-chan!” Bokuto yelled out before him and Hinata ran up to your daughter.
“Bo! Shoyo!” Mei said excitedly.
The group of boys started chatting and playing with Mei as you waited for your husband.
“Mei~ Your uncle ‘Tsumu is here!” Atsumu called proudly.
“Uncle ‘Tsumu!”
“Stop making my daughter call you that, Miya.” Kiyoomi stated firmly. Before walking over to you. Kiyoomi was never one for affection but as you two stood there watching your daughter, he had snaked a hand around your waist. “I love you, and I love Mei.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Mhm? I love you too, Kiyo. But I think Bokuto is trying to steal our daughter.” You giggle.
This caused Kiyoomi to go into what you called “Serious dad Kiyoomi mode” - very original name. “Hey, bring me my daughter back!”
“How did I get so lucky?” You smile to yourself.
©slut4msby.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#hq x reader#lea's stories :3#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#haikyuu sakusa#msby sakusa#msby#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#kiyoomi sakusa#kiyoomi sakusa x reader#kiyoomi x reader
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"The happy feelings club!"
🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic
💝Episode 1: The gingers meet!
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• Ichigo's pov!
• "Don't let it happen again, Kurosaki."
• "Yeah, yeah. It won't."
• Once again, I'm leaving the principal's office. But at least I got sent for actual reason this time.
• Hi there, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. Near straight A student. I got 2 sisters and 1 insane dad. And I'm a natural carrot top. You'd think with my high grades and all, teachers wouldn't pay me any mind. But no. I'm on everyone's radar. The color orange means trouble. Everyone picks a fight. But, I know how to win this messed up game...most of the time.
• "Did you hear? That guy punched someone."
• "No way, that's horrible."
• "Whispers" aren't anything new, but this rumor has truth in it. (Although those girls could at least TRY to be quiet) The "guy" I punched, was some loser who thought he could get handsy with the girls in my class. I don't know them very well, but I'm not a fan of hearing my classmates scream. So I took care of him. Nice and quick.
• (Tatsuki wanted to kill him, so I just took the fall.)
• "Oh no,"
• One of the girls griped.
• "Here comes that orange haired girl again."
• Orange haired girl? This cruddy school has one? Since when? I turned around and sure enough, there's a carrot top! She's running down the hall...towards me. I...should run, but... My feet feel stuck to the ground. She screeches to a halt and fell to her knees panting. So...she shouldn't of ran that fast. A few minutes passed and she's still wheezing. Damn, is she okay?
• "Um, are you okay?"
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• Orihime's pov
• My lungs...are burning! But...I wanna...pass...these out! My name is Orihime Inoue! I have a busy older brother and I'm new to this school! I also like "weird combinations" of food. (Sweet treats ramen is so tasty!) And last but not least, I'm in charge of the happy feelings club! A blissful hour of doing your favorite things at school! All I need to do is get 3 more members and we can stay afloat. Hence my constant flyer passing! Like right now. But, I REALLY need to...catch...my breath. This tall guy...looks real nice.
• "Should I get the nurse...?"
• (Ichigo said that) Ah! Not the nurse again! I'll get scolded! I shot up. And I was face to face with a...with a...super cute boy. His hair is orange too...And...he probably has girlfriend! Don't wanna get my hopes up for nothing! I scrambled to my feet. I'm not dirty, am I?
• "Hi!"
• I said, flashing my persuasion smile. (It always works!)
• "I'm Orihime Inoue and I run the happy feelings club!"
• The cutie noodle looked confused. But, that's okay. It's a new club, so of course he never heard of it. This is what flyers are for! I pulled one from my backpack.
• "The details are on here."
• I gave it to him, nearly touching his long fingers. He's reading in his head. ...Why am I so NERVOUS!? He's reading the flyer! Not looking at me! Should I run!? Hide? Pass out!?
• "Ah-em."
• Huh?
• "Yes?"
• Did I say that too fast? He had on a half smile.
• "The meetings are after-school on fridays and wednesdays, right?"
• I nodded. My favorite days of the week.
• "Good, I'll be there."
• Oh..my...gosh! A new member! After two weeks of demanding nicely, someone finally joined-
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• Ichigo's pov
• Out of nowhere, Orihime fell into my chest. It hurt but...some softer things touched me too. ...Holy crap! What do I do? Move her? Ask if she's okay? What am I saying, of course I check if she's alright! ...Um. Where to tap? I don't wanna make her uncomfortable or anything. Suddenly, she popped up and...looks raring to go like she didn't just fall? What is this girl?
• I was gonna actually ask that, but someone caught my eye. It was that one black haired chick with the fuchsia eyes. She's snickering with her tomboy friend. (Menoly, she goes to Tatsuki's boxing class.) Why...is that ticking me off? ...Whatever, whatever. Back to Orihime.
• "Orihime-"
• I paused. She looked...hateful and she was gripping her hair. And that's kinda hot. Not angry, but not fully sad either. But, what's the hair clutching about. ...I get it! Those two owe her money. Of course. I would be furrowing my brow too if I was in this situation. Man, people are so cheap nowadays.
• "Ah-em."
• I looked down straight into Orihime's big brown eyes. Shit, she's pretty. She looked down at a hip and back up at me. Ah! I haven't let her go! I stumbled back, muttering a apology. Damn, I'm bad at this.
• "So, I'll see you after school?"
• I said somewhat cooly. She nodded, with the biggest smile on her face. I couldn't help but laugh. Seriously, what is this girl? I just felt like ass a minute ago and now I feel like I won the lottery.
• Rinnnnng!
• That's the bell. Here dies my good mood. I looked back at Orihime.
• "Um, bye."
• I couldn't of said anything smoother than that!?
• "Bye!"
• "See you after school!"
• I waved and watched her skip off to whatever class she's in. Huh, I'm actually looking forward to the club thing.
🧡
• A few hours later
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• Orihime's pov
• "So, tell me more about this hunk you met."
• Um...I did, did I say hunk? He's just really, really handsome is all. I pulled some games out of the cabinet.
• "He was really just nice, Rangiku."
• (Rangiku is one of my favorite upper classmen. She's nice and taught me how to get on Mr. Hitsugaya's good side! He gives out snacks! And she has a thing for Sora. She said she's gonna get serious soon.)
• "Men are nice,"
• She said, leaning on the table.
• "But they all have little quirks and one of your mystery man's caught your eye."
• She...got me there. I really like his hair...and his face. Plus his voice too. She opened her arms up.
• "Come here, tell me all about it."
• I sighed and laid in her squishy embrace. This is probably my favorite thing about Rangiku. She so soft! I could almost...fall asleep on her... Suddenly, I felt hands on my sides. Oh no. She's gonna tickle me again!
• "Don't fall asleep on me now, Orihime~!"
• "I wanna hear all about your little crush."
• Eeeek! I don't wanna pee! Again.
• "Rangiku, stop it!"
• I said through laughs. My uniforms gonna get all crinkly! I tried to push her away, but she laid me on the table!
• "Wow, your skin is so smooth. What lotion do you use?"
• The answer is Cloudy delight moisturizer, but I can't breathe from too much laughter! Suddenly, she stops. Thank goodness. My bladder couldn't take too much more.
• "Oh shit..."
• She mumbled. Wait? What's wrong? I grabbed onto Rangiku's arm, pulling myself up. Is it a teacher? It was just tickling-
• It's the cute guy from earlier in the door way.
• (And two guys I ran into at lunch.)
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• Ichigo's pov
• I'm sure my face is beet red. But, I mean, come on! It's my first seeing two girls ontop of one another. (I'm not a adult film kinda guy) My hand shook on the doorknob.
• "Um...is this a bad time-"
• Suddenly, Keigo's hand was on my mouth.
• "Shut up, Ichigo! This is a once in a lifetime moment!"
• "Don't mess this up!"
• He shouted, while yanking me down. What the f-!? Mizuro put his hand over my mouth too.
• "Please ladies, continue,"
• "We don't mind."
• The older girl snickered.
• "Well, I guess we could do a little a something."
• She said, while tugging on her shirt. Orihime squeaked from under her. She looked just as embarrassed as me. That's it. This ends now. I bit down on one of Keigo's finger.
• "Ouch!"
• I shot up.
• "Knock it off!"
• I snapped. Man, this is a bad look for me. I'm flushed. Probably sweating now. And I had yet another "loud outburst". (Counseling stuff, don't ask.) Orihime's gonna think I'm crazy. The blonde burst into laughter.
• "Easy, easy, kiddo,"
• She crawled off the table. And Orihime.
• "I already have a guy I'm into, so calm down."
• She must a upperclassmen. No one my age would talk down to me like that. She strolled over, sizing me up. ...What's happening right now? She reached out and...patted my head?
• "No wonder a certain somebody likes you!"
• "You're adorable."
• What the- I am not adorable. I pushed her hand away.
• "Who're you anyway?"
• Yeah, I'm done being polite.
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• Orihime's pov
• "I'm Rangiku Matsumoto. The prettiest 3rd year."
• As she introduced herself, I sat up and fixed my clothes. (My underwear wasn't out, was it!?) That was embarrassing. Hopefully mr. unknown doesn't think I'm in love with Rangiku or something. Or a creepy pervert. I'm being crazy. If he ask, I'll explain. Easy peasy.
• "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for intruding,"
• I turned around. She's gonna leave!?
• "You two have fun,"
• Fun? (Why'd she say it like that!?)
• "And you two are gonna clean up with me!"
• The brown haired guy looked horrified.
• "You're a total hottie, but-"
• Rangiku snatched him by collar and pulled threw the door. He was screaming alot. (The other guy followed with no complaints.)
• "Bye bye, you too~!"
• She shut the door, leaving us in quietness.
• "I'm sorry about my friends."
• ...He's apologizing too?
• "No, no, it's my fault!"
• "Rangiku probably freaked you out."
• He turned red and shook his head.
• "It's fine, really."
• I nodded. And hello the crushing quietness. I looked around. What could we do? What's screams 'welcome new member'? Bingo! I grabbed the kitty notebooks.
• "Wanna draw cats with me?"
• He looked surprised, but smiled.
• "Why not?"
• Alright! Perfect time for my new scented markers! (Hopefully, they actually smell like their names.) I spread them out on the table and passed him a notebook. This is gonna be great! I'm great at drawing kitties!
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• Ichigo's pov
• This takes me back. The markers. Cats. And the breeze outside. When I was younger and my sisters were like 4, my old man went out. (I dunno if it was shopping or doctor stuff.) But, he was taking awhile, so that freaked them out. And I remember pulling out my school books and markers. We drew for what felt hours. Needless to say, we had alot to show to dad. Heh, feels like forever ago. Although, I'm not any better at it. They still look like malnourished stick cats. Poor things.
• I looked over at Orihime. She was laser focused. I wanted to peek at her drawing but...I got lost. The afternoon sun made her look great. Ah, what am I doing!? I'm s'posed to be drawing right now. Suddenly, she shot up. I flinched. (Did she notice me?) She turned to me.
• "Do you hear that?"
• "Hear what?"
• I said way too casually.
• "Just listen."
• She whispered. So I did. ...What're we listening in for?
• Mew.
• Orihime grabbed my face and pointed towards the window.
• "It's there!"
• I pried her hands off and walked towards the window. What the- It's a frickin cat in the tree. (Cliché much?)
• But, how'd it get up HERE of all places? We're on the third floor!? Orihime popped out from under my arm.
• "I think I can grab it from here."
• What!? She tugged me back and lifted her leg on the windowsill. Hiking her skirt up with it. Oh hell no. I gripped her waist.
• "Orihime!"
• She turned around, looking genuinely confused. I snatched my hands back.
• "Lemme get the cat."
• Good excuse!
• "I'm taller."
• She nodded, and got back in. We swapped places.
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• Orihime's pov
• "Let's make a plan."
• The mysterious prince said. He turned around, towering over me. Oh my...
• "I'll get the cat and you grab a teacher, okay?"
• "Okay!"
• I can do that!
• (I needed to give Mr. Kyõraku a assignment anyway)
• He smiled and stretched his long legs out the window. That's my cue to run like a track star!
• "Good luck!"
• I shouted and ran out the room. Just like earlier, I'm running down the hall. I'm hearing alot of not nice comments as I do, but I can't stop now. For the kitten's sake!
• A little more running later...
• "Mr. Shunsui!"
• He jumped and sat up straight. I slammed my hands on his desk.
• "I found a...a cat...I need...we..."
• I gotta...catch my breath! Just all the other times, I come in here, he chuckled.
• "Slow down, miss Inoue."
• He patted my head. (I'm kinda wheezing on his desk.)
• "I'm not going anywhere."
• My lungs are on FIRE, but...that guy probably has the cat already. And it could be hungry. I took a breath.
• "Me and this guy found a cat in a tree!"
• "A cat?"
• I nodded quickly.
• "On the 3rd floor too!"
• Mr. Shunsui stood and tugged his hair.
• "Oh boy."
• "Let's go find the kitty."
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• Ichigo's pov
• This cat is putting up a fight. I know it's scared and all, but I seriously not being threatening. I'm even smiling! (That's what's scaring it, my guy) And what's really irritating is, I almost got it. I can literally poke it with my finger. But, I'm almost out the window. If I loose my footing, I'm dead.
• "Come here..."
• The cat meowed and hugged the branch tighter. Dammit...I got it! It's afraid to fall! Just like me. I can do this. I saved one of Karin's friend before. Still shaking like crazy, I lowered my hands.
• "Fall right here,"
• I said, in my softest voice.
• "You're gonna be okay..."
• Slowly, the cat began to relax. (Although It looked at me with a oddly expressive face as like it was trying to call bull shit.) After a little time, it fell into my hands. It's a tad heavy, but it's nothing I can't handle.
• Suddenly, my foot slipped.
• Am I falling out the window!?
• Yes I am.
• Everything moved extremely fast. I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die-!
• "Ichigo!"
• My leg was caught. I looked up.
• "Orihime?"
• (She knows my name?😳) She smiled.
• "You're gonna be okay!"
• A much bigger hand grabbed my other leg. I shivered. Which teacher did she bring!?
• "I gotcha kid."
• Ohh, it's Mr. Shunsui. (Glad she didn't get crazy Coach Zaraki)
• After a little pulling and touching places, I hoped no man would. I was back inside.
• But, without the cat. When did I drop it!
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• Orihime's pov
• "Ichigo, what's wrong-"
• The cat.
• "Eeek! Where's the cat!?"
• We both pushed Mr. Shunsui out of the way and looked out the window. Where is it!? Where is it!? (I hope I'm not saying this outloud.)
• "There it is!"
• Ichigo shouted, pointing down. I hopped on his arm, getting a closer look. Down below, I saw a dark skinned guy with wavy hair. He had the kitty in his hands. (The poor thing was trembling) Have I met him before? He looked up at us.
• "Is this yours?"
• He called up. I shook my head.
• "I wish, but he's a stray we found in the tree!"
• I shouted back. I'm sure I know who he is. Mr. Shunsui scooted me over.
• "Son, could you be a dear and bring that cat up here?"
• He nodded and walked off. So did my teacher. I looked over at Ichigo. He was panting and sweating He looked my way and raised his hand.
• "Good job, we saved a cat."
• Oh, we're gonna high five. I only put my hand on his. I'm too tired to actually slap it.
• "Good job."
• I wheezed. He chuckled and looked back at the sunset. A light wind blew by. ...I'm so thankful for golden hour.
• "So, can I become a member?"
• Huh?
• "Of course!"
• "This is the most fun I had in weeks!"
• He looked over at me.
• "And cause your a nice guy!"
• I don't want him to think he's just a source of entertainment or anything. Ichigo stuck out his hand.
• "Agreed?"
• I smiled.
• "Agreed!"
• We shook hands.
• "Welcome to the happy feelings club."
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• "Orihime,''
• (We're putting the stuff away.)
• "Yeah?"
• "How come you suddenly know my name?"
• I know I forgot to tell her about it. She thought for a moment.
• "The cat you drew earlier!"
• "You signed it."
• Ah, she saw it!?
• "That's great."
• I said with a fake smile. She nodded.
• "It's going on your nametag!"
• Huh!?
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This was so long! But, y'know what, first episodes are always long. (And I may of done it on my tablet) Anyway, I really like this one. I can't wait for the next episode. Stay cool!
Little tag list: @elyonholic @o0o0thorn0o0o @ichihimelover1503 @takibikaen @usoppsstar
#bleach#ichigo kurosaki#orihime inoue#happy feelings club#first episode#finally got this done#loved it#real tired#hope you enjoy#ichigo x orihime#ichihime#stay cool#love u all
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hi!! i found out your bleach x bnha crossover series last night and i DEVOURED it, i had such a great time reading it and it's so funny 😭 i just wanted to say thank you for sharing such a brilliant brainworm that will probably now live in MY brain forever 💜 i know it hasn't been updated in like a year but that won't stop me 😾 and since we're here i figure i'll ask something: how would aizawa react if he found out ichigo has two whole *kids*?
again, Thank You and hope you have a good day 💜
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA You're the person who left comments on Ghost Hunters of UA, aren't you?? I'm so glad you liked it!
This is an interesting thing because I could actually swear that I've written something about this? Actually, I just realized that I probably have some parts of the story written... that I haven't posted... because... I don't even know... I remember that I had the very last story for the series written, but I didn't want to post it if the rest of the series was still not finished, but I might actually post it at some point, if I can just remember to do that.
But I could swear I've written something about Aizawa finding out about Kazui and Ichika? It's possible it's one of the group chat chapters that I wrote and then decided not to go through with the idea at all? Yeah, actually, I just found it and it's definitely like that.
I'm not going to put this on ao3 (at least at this time), but since you asked, here you go! Please remember that it was written before the first chapter of Ghost Hunters of UA, so it might not be entirely accurate, for example with what happens in that story, but, yeah, anyways.
Karakura Gang + Stragglers (Group chat name)
God’s Antithesis (Ishida)
Ichigo
God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)
Uryuu
God’s Antithesis (Ishida)
[A picture of the living room of the Ishida Residence. Sitting in front of a dark wine red couch and the low table in front of it, on the floor, are two boys around the same age. One of them has wild, spike orange hair that is just slightly smoother than Kurosaki Ichigo’s spiky hair. He’s grinning brightly, his purple eyes alight. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a baby blue hoodie. The other boy also had orange hair, though of a different, darker shade than the other boy’s. He was beaming. He had dark blue eyes. Both boys were staring right at the camera.]
Why is kazui in my house
Assno (Asano)
asdfghjkl
Reject Universe (Orihime)
Oh!
I didnt know kazui was over!
Dragon (Tatsuki... I think?)
Oh my god what the fuck
Arrancar Translator (Chad...?)
Huh
Queen (Rukia)
Oh my god how is he over there?????
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
omw dont let him leave
God’s Antithesis (Ishida)
Bit late for that
Reject Universe (Orihime)
I just got home and he just ran out (°-°)
Dragon (Tatsuki)
Is he scared of u?
This is like the third time he has done that right?
Reject Universe (Orihime)
Oh no surely not right?
I dont want kazui to be scared of me!!
Queen (Rukia)
He isnt scared orihime I promise
God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)
He just gets similar alarms ringing like when rukia smiles when he has done something he shouldnt have done
Also im coming over, see if I can hold him down long enough for renji to drag him back home
Karakura Red (Karin)
Caught the little shit
Bringing him home but ichi-nii should still come keep an eye on him
Me and yuzu have shit to do
God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)
omw
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
I will be there in a few hours once these idiots get the senkaimon going
Queen (Rukia)
Might be good
Kazui has been taking it rather hard that ichigo is on such a long mission
A bit of time alone with his dad will do him some good
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
Im sorry
Kurosaki has a son?
Dragon (Tatsuki)
Wait we didnt tell u?
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
No????
Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)
He has a wife and a husband too
Assno (Asano)
Some of us cant find one and he went and got himself two
Arrancar Translator (Chad)
Actually he has two kids
Son and daughter
Reject Universe (Orihime)
Oh but renji is actually ichika’s dad
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
What
Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)
Kazui and ichika are twins
Ichigo is kazui’s dad
Renji is ichika’s dad
Simple
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
In what universe
Dragon (Tatsuki)
Well I mean they have the same mom and are twins so its pretty simple
Must Protect (Yuzu?)
Aww!
[A picture of Ichigo laying down on the couch in the living room of the Kurosaki Residence. He has one hand under his head, while the other is wrapped around Kazui, who is laying between him and the back of the couch, his head on Ichigo’s chest. Both have their eyes closed. Ichigo is in his shinigami uniform.]
They are so cute!
Queen (Rukia)
Is he purring?
Karakura Red (Karin)
Of course hes purring
This is ichi-nii we are talking about
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
I’m sorry
Kurosaki
Purrs?
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
Like an engine yeah
But only when he naps with the kids
They love it
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
??????
How???????
Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)
You havent heard him purr before?
Arrancar Translator (Chad)
He was already doing it in middle school but it escalated in high school
Queen (Rukia)
It escalated even more after he died
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
And then it became exclusive to the kids
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
????????????????????
God’s Antithesis (Ishida)
Wait
What do you mean its exclusive to the kids
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
Its exclusive to the kids?
He only purrs when he wants to nap with the kids?
Queen (Rukia)
It calms kazui down and he falls asleep within seconds
Ichika too but thats because shes been conditioned into it rather than it being natural like with kazui
Why?
Karakura Red (Karin)
He does it with me too tho
Yuzu too
Reject Universe (Orihime)
He did it to uryuu once too!
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
What??????
Karakura Red (Karin)
Urahara said its a hollow thing
Pack thing and all that
Must protect little ones
Hes trying to calm down and put to sleep any younger relatives essentially
Must Protect (Yuzu)
Yeah I hear the visored do the same with him too
But he never does it to them because they are older than him
Karin has done it to me too
Karakura Red (Karin)
Yuzu!!!
Dragon (Tatsuki)
Oh my god
Assno (Asano)
Y r u guys so pure?
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
Im not sure what about having a bloodthirsty cannibal in your head is pure but u do u buddy
Assno (Asano)
Wait no!!!
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
Also I will be there in another 30 mins
Must Protect (Yuzu)
Stay for tea until they wake up!
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
I
I hate to break this to you people but kurosaki is expected at school tomorrow morning
Karakura Red (Karin)
Thats what shunpo and sonido are for
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
What does that even mean
Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)
He fast
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
That explains literally nothing
Queen (Rukia)
It explains literally everything
#awkward conversations and wandering spirits au#has it really been that long since i did anything with this story?#I could swear it hasn't been that long#then again i also keep telling people i'm a few years younger when they ask for some reason#idk why it's just that i could swear it's not 2024 yet
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EJP shenanigans #2: The one where Sarukui is a traitor and Washio becomes a twilight vampire
Characters: EJP x reader(platonic), washio x reader (not platonic ;p)
EJP shenanigans #1
The two men ran down the hallway. Their shoes squeaked on the linoleum floors, their chests ached and their lungs burned, but they didn’t dare slow down- and they certainly couldn’t stop. They were huffing and puffing as they rounded another corner and stumbled across an empty looking office.
“Toya! In there!” Komori nodded at Suna, and the two slowed to a stop before carefully opening the wooden door, slipping inside before carefully shutting it behind them. They were doing everything they could to be quiet…everything they could to go unnoticed by the raging maniac who had been chasing them down the halls of the EJP Raijin stadium. A maniac intent on causing them harm if he were to catch up to them…
A maniac they once called friend and teammate, Tatsuki Washio
*That morning*
“Alright, Motoya…truth? Or dare?” Suna smiled in mischief as he sat across from his teammate. The libero paused, eyes narrowing in challenge as he spoke, “Truth- like I’d ever let you give me a dare again.” Sarukui looked at his older teammates confused, “Again?” Komori shuddered, “It’s a long and painful story- okay Rin, what do you wanna know?”
Suna hummed, looking up to the locker room ceiling as he sighed. “Hmm…okay- were you the one the one that gave Washio a concussion?”
The room went quiet, Suna intensified his stare aiming to melt right through his teammate. Sarukui sat still, eyes wide as he looked at Komori intensely. “Toya…you didn’t…” Komori sighed, burying his head in his knees as he groaned. “I swear it was an accident- How was I supposed to know you were going to go in the other door?!”
Ah yes, the bucket incident. Thankfully the teams’ medic had still been in the building when said incident happened, not that much could be done for the middle blocker’s minor concussion.
Suna laughed, “Wait- no joke, that was you?!” Komori rolled his eyes, “Who else would it have been?! His wife? I got scolded so bad after that!” Sarukui tilted his head, confused. “Wait…Washio scolded you..?” Komori raised an eyebrow, “What? Oh no- Y/n scolded me. Actually, now that I think about it…I don’t think I’ve ever even seen Tatsuki get mad…” Sarukui’s eyes widened, “Really? Not even when you gave him a concussion??” Komori paused, “Well- yeah he did seem a little more tense than usual.” Suna shook his head, “Nah, I think he was more dazed than anything- even after that he still wasn’t mad.”
…
“I have an idea.”
The three musketeers walked into the stadium’s clinic, making their way over to Y/n- the team’s head paramedic, as they saw she was just sitting at her desk taking a break. “Hey, what are- oh please tell me you did not concuss my husband again.” She shifted her pointed gaze over to Komori, eyebrows raised as she studied the libero. “Wha- no! And that was one time!”
She shook her head, a small smile on her face as she rolled her chair back and crossed one leg over the other. “Well, if it’s not a concussed teammate, what can I help you with?” The three shared a ‘look’ before Suna cleared his throat, hands clasping in front of him like he was an FBI agent, “We came to ask a question of immediate importance.”
Her eyebrow raised, “Is this a medical question..?” Suna shook his head, “No, no this is much more important…we need to know what makes your husband mad?”
A beat of silence passed before the medic burst out in a small fit of laughter.
“Tatsuki? Mad? Please. I have never met a man- no, a human who had more patience.” It was clear she was very amused, but the soft smile of adoration she held for her husband never left her face. “See? That’s what I tried telling them! He’s a patient saint and you’re a raging she devil-” komori muttered an ‘ow’ as she threw a pen at his shoulder, a ‘whatever’ falling from her lips accompanied by an eye roll. So what if she had an attitude? Her husband liked it and that’s all that mattered💅
“Anyways, there’s really not anything in particular- actually that’s not true. I’ve seen him truly mad once, it wasn’t even at me and wow…anywho I’m not sure why y’all are so intent on seeing my hubby angry..but,” They all leaned in closer to the older female, intently listening to what she had to say.
They watched as she shook her head, clearly disapproving of whatever antics they were up to, but willing to answer their question nonetheless. “If something were to make Tatsuki mad….it would probably be something having to do with his car.”
Suna and Komori exchanged a glance, mentally encouraging the other to start coming up with ideas while Sarukui looked between the two, slightly worried for his teammates. “I am in no way, however, endorsing you doing anything to tick off my husband- and therefore have absolutely no part in whatever it is you may choose to do.” Komori and Suna nodded as they made their way out of her office and over to their PR manager's office.
Where there was an excess amount of glitter left over from their last team photo session.
“Are you two really going to do this?! Y/n warned us he gets scary when he’s mad..” Suna waved him off as Komori shrugged, “Yeah but- Washio looks super scary anyways, so it can’t be that bad.” Sarukui shook his head, “Uh-uh, nope, I’m not having any part of this one, you two are on your own.” The young teammate walked off, or more so he retreated from the crime scene and left the two to their own devices. He knew he was Washio’s favorite anyway so he was safe from his supposed wrath. The other two…? Not so much.
After a small detour to the locker room and Komroi distracting Washio while Suna swiped his car keys- the two made their way out into the parking lot.
“Okay…if we’re going to do this…we need to be smart about it.” Komori looked to Suna with a serious expression. Suna looked at Komori with a serious expression and nodded his head. “Right.” Suna looked at the gallon sized zip-loc baggie of yellow glitter in his hand, opened it, paused…
And dumped the whole thing into Washio’s car's air conditioning.
.
..
…”Now what?” Komori’s eyes widened as he thought of the best course of action to take after committing such a heinous crime.
“I say we go back to practice and avoid Washio at all costs.” “Good plan.”
Now it was the end of the day. The moment Komori and Suna both dreaded and looked forward to was closing in.
“Suna, Komori, I’m heading out, I'll see you tomorrow.” The duo jumped a bit at the middle blockers' sudden entrance into the locker room. “Yup! See ya tomorrow Tatsuki!” Suna elbowed his teammate in the ribs- the nervousness in Komoris voice could be heard from a mile away.
Washio simply raised a brow before shaking his head and with one final wave of his hand he left the EJP locker room and headed towards his wife’s office to discuss dinner plans before he headed home.
Suna and Komori let out a breath they didn’t even know they were holding before they snuck outside of the locker room, waiting to follow their teammate until he had rounded the corner. This game of ‘stalk our teammate like we’re lions and he’s a helpless zebra’ continued until he came to an abrupt stop- causing Komori to careen headfirst into Suna’s back, causing the latter to stumble and the former to let out a small ‘ouch!’.
Suna shot the libero a small glare while Komori stood there rubbing his nose, eyes widening as he saw the middle blocker was now half way turned around in the hallway. Suna noticed and scrambled back around the corner, peaking out ever so slightly to see what Washio’s next move would be.
“...did I leave my keys in the locker room?” Suna and Komori let out yet another breath as they watched their teammate search his pockets until he found them and continued on his way.
They watched from a safe distance as Washio discussed whatever it was he was talking about with his wife. They watched them share a kiss before he turned towards the door and continued to make his way out of the stadium.
They once again shared a look and a nod before following him outside to the parking lot- making sure to keep a careful distance, as they hid behind the row of cars just a few rows ahead of his. Suna held up his phone and started filming while Komori wiped the sweat from his forehead.
August was supposedly one of the hottest months in Japan and today was no different. That made what was about to happen so much worse.
“Y’know…I’m starting to uh…rethink..what we did..”
Komori waited to respond to Suna as they watched their teammate climb into his car.
“Out of guilt?”
Suna shook his head, watching with wide eyes as they saw him turn the key in his ignition, cranking up the AC.
“Out of fear.”
*POOF!* The two watched as a cloud of flourescent yellow glitter seemingly burst out of the air conditioning, coating their teammate in a layer of sickeningly bright yellow glitter. They watched with wide eyes as they saw him pause, turned off the car, and slowly brought his hand up to wipe the glitter away from his eyes. Their hearts dropped to their stomachs as he slowly got out of his car, standing to his full height before turning around to face them. He took a deep breath and let it out.
“Suna, Komori, I know you’re there…and when I find you-” They didn’t wait to hear what he had to say, the two bolted from their hiding place, tripping over themselves and each other as they raced for the stadium. Komori stole a glance behind them only to see Washio calmly walking towards them. This wasn’t anywhere close to as scary as they thought it would be.
This was so much worse.
*Flashback*
“The thing about my husband is when he’s mad, he doesn’t scream or raise his voice- he goes completely quiet.” Suna scoffed, “He’s gotta do something…isn’t he like…always quiet anyway?” Y/n rolled her eyes, “I’m not talking about his usual stoicness- I’m talking like…deadly silent-you-can’t-tell-what-he’s-thinking quiet. And you won’t know what he’s thinking until he snaps,” Y/n shook her head, twirling around the pen she had been writing with in her fingers as she looked up to the boys with a hint of caution in her gaze. “So, I would think twice about doing whatever it is you plan on doing.”
*end flashback*
For once Suna thinks he might regret pulling a prank on someone.
Okay that’s a big fat lie- even if he dies today he will ascend to heaven absolutely tickled at what he and Komori did. But still even he had to wonder if this was a good idea as he and Komori booked it down the hallway and towards the one place they might be safe- the mrs’ office.
The two burst into her office, confusing the poor woman as she stood from her desk and took a few tentative steps towards them before she stopped, eyes narrowing. “...does this have to do with whatever you did to my husband..?” The two furiously nodded. “Is he mad?” A few beats of silence passed before they said ‘yeah’.
Y/n barked out a laugh, “Nope, I am not getting involved in this one.” She ushered the boys out of her office as she stood with her arms crossed in the hallway. The trio could hear quick footsteps approaching them, no doubt belonging to her husband.
The duo got ready to run but before they departed, Suna looked to the young woman with a twinge of hope in his green eyes.
“Y/n…if he asks..you’ll cover for us right..?”
Komori gave her the best puppy eyes he could, the ones he used to use on Sakusa (not like they ever worked but it was worth a shot), as they pleaded for the medic to cover for them and their poor decision making.
Y/n looked at them with sympathy, fake sympathy but it’s the thought that counts, before she shook her head. “Nope. Now it may be a coincidence, but I’m pretty sure that’s him stomping towards you, you may want to run.” The two split- beginning to once again run for their lives as Washio rounded the corner, yellow glitter flowing off of him in waves as he speed walked to his wife.
“...where are they?” She bit her tongue to stop from laughing as she pointed in the direction they went, “Probably about 40 ft down that hallway..” She could not however stop the smile that broke out on her features. Washio narrowed his glittery eyebrows at his wife- he could hear the amusement in her tone, he could see her trying to hold back her obnoxious laughter at his glittery state.
“For the record…I think you look absolutely lovely covered head to toe in glitter.” He shook his head, starting his way down the hallway before he called out to his wife over his shoulder, “I’ll deal with you later sweetheart,” She paused, uh oh…he never used pet names.
She smirked, waving to him and putting on the sweetest tone she could. “I look forward to it sparkles!” He just chuckled before taking off into a jog, then a sprint as his gray eyes caught a glimpse of the two traitors that condemned him to being covered in glitter for at least the next week. And his car?! Do they know how long it’s going to take him to vacuum it out?!
*back to the POV of the two deviants*
The two waited with bated breaths inside of the quiet storage closet. They could hear footsteps and labored breathing outside in the hall, but to their luck he didn’t know which room they had gone in.
“Oh, hey Washio! Uh-...suna and komori?” That was Sarukui…They didn’t hear a response so they assumed the middle blocker had nodded. “I thought so…by the way they’re hiding in that closet.”
Their heads snapped towards the door, THAT LITTLE TRAITOR! Suna was torn between trying to somehow hide in the near empty room and busting down the door to strangle the young member.
They heard a ‘thanks’ before the store swung open, and light came streaming into the room. Komori screamed, Suna grabbed onto a broom, and Washio just…stood there.
He looked at the two.
They looked at him.
He took a step towards them.
Komori screamed again and Suna dropped his broom.
Washio just paused, huffed out a laugh, and grabbed the two by the back of their shirt collars, dragging them out of the closet and into the hallway. He briefly went back into the storage closet to grab a small handheld electric vacuum. Washio then marched them outside and to his car before handing Suna the vacuum and Komori the keys.
The three (Sarukui came to film- he couldn’t just have one part of the incident filmed, he learned that from Suna) waited for Washio to speak.
“So uh…are we going to clean this up or..?” Washio shook his head, “You two are going to clean this up, I’m going to go home and eat dinner with my beautiful wife before I spend an hour trying to get rid of this glitter. And before either of you complain..”
They gulped at his intense stare- even covered in obnoxiously bright yellow glitter, Washio Tatsuki was still incredibly intimidating.
“I may not be as devious as Komori or as photo inclined as Suna…but I still have plenty of black mail material on both of you…keep that in mind.” He waved goodbye to his teammates, giving Sarukui a small pat on the back as he made his way inside to let his wife know he’d be riding home with her today.
The three stood in an atmosphere of silence, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Lesson learned- don’t mess with EJP Middle Blocker Washio Tatsuki, after all, there is a reason he fits into this band of mischief and chaos.
Washio is a gremlin you absolutely cannot tell me otherwise
#ejp x reader#ejp raijin#EJP#haikyu x reader#washio x reader#yes youre washio's wife in this deal with it <3#suna rintaro#komori motoya#washio tatsuki#ejp shenanigans#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu crack#i do think car glitter bombs are completely and utterly hilarious#this was heavily inspired by when norman reedus glitter bombed andrew lincoln#if you dont know who they are then you didnt watch walking dead and i dont think we can be friends#zap goes off the deep end
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And That Just Takes the Cake
Relationship(s): Gojo Satoru x M!Reader
Warnings: none
Tags: none
AO3 Link: here
Words: ~1k
Request: “Could you please write something for the prompt: "they're both going about doing Adult Life™ things, and Gojo just grabbed the last item on the shelf that m!reader needed to complete his shopping list; shenanigans of your choice ensue, and reader somehow ends up getting Gojo's number out of the whole ordeal"”
It had been a long week at work; between the overtime you put into a project you were in charge of (against your company’s better judgment, honestly) and your coworkers who couldn’t get proposals in by your deadlines, causing you to get yelled at by the higher-ups, it had been a long week. Even worse, you opened up your fridge to find nothing in it besides two eggs and a piece of molding meat. There was a reason why you had been eating convenience store meals and cup ramen all week, with all their sodium.
Sighing, you threw away the piece of meat and cooked the two eggs real quick; you skipped lunch so that you could get off of work an hour earlier, but look where it got you--starving at 8 pm with a practically empty fridge.
After hoovering down the eggs, you grabbed your suit jacket and keys, then put on your shoes and walked to the nearest grocery store.
Grabbing a basket, you began filling it with food for the next few days. You didn’t even bother making a physical list, relying on your brain to add whatever looks good to the basket.
After nearly overflowing the basket and mentally checking off everything, you decided to treat yourself to a little something extra. This grocery store was locally owned by a little old lady who made some of the best cakes you had the pleasure of trying. She often ran out about this time, but you decided to try your luck.
Turning the corner, you saw one neatly packaged slice left on the shelf and speed-walked over as fast as you could without jogging. It was your favorite lemon flavor, almost like your luck had finally begun turning this week--
The same second you put your hand on the slice, as did someone else, with hands nearly twice the size of yours. You turned to your left to see who would dare come between you this wonderful slice of cake, not expecting a mountain model of a man beside you. You considered yourself to be a man of above-average stature, but even then, he was a head taller than you. He was dressed in gray sweatpants, a black sweater hanging off of his shoulders, exposing those wonderfully carved collarbones. He wore black sunglasses, even though the sky was dark and they were inside, so you wondered if he was blind or something. And his hair--it was white as snow, kind of messy, in a cute kind of way. You wondered if that was natural or he just had a hair dye obsession.
“Excuse me,” he said, tugging on the cake slice his way. You held your ground, tugging it back your way. “I saw this first.”
Oh, so it was going to be like this. Two adults arguing over the last slice of cake while an old lady watched them from the register.
“I think you’re wrong about that,” you answered back. “I saw it first, plus I have been a customer of this establishment for over five years. It’s mine.”
“Oh? And what makes you think you deserve this cake more than me?” The handsome man grinned devilishly. Unfair, he had super glossy lips and tiny dimples. You didn’t even know what this guy looked like behind those dark shades, nor his name even, and you were already whipped for his looks. Ugh, you were a disaster of a man.
You cleared your throat, readying yourself for a winded explanation. You were known to be a talker, so maybe if you talked long enough this guy would just leave and let you have the cake.
“First of all, I’ve had a horrible week, sir. I could tell you about it for hours and it wouldn’t even be the half of it. So, instead of being an alcoholic, I’ve decided to become a sugar addict.”
“A wise choice,” the man mused.
“Second of all, this is my favorite flavor. Tatsuki-san makes some of the best cakes I’ve ever tasted in my life. The lemon one is particularly good because it’s not too sweet, not too sour--a perfect balance that leaves you wanting me.”
“I see,” he stated, empty hand brought up to his chin in thought. You weren’t so sure if he could see.
“And third of all, I’m probably older than you, so respect your elders and hand over the cake.”
“Hmmm,” the man hummed. “How old are you?”
“Thirsty--I mean thirty.”
“Well, what do you know!” He grinned widely. “You are older than me. I like you and your spunk.”
HUH?!
“Anyways, I’ll do you a favor and hand over this cake. But in return--” he let go of the cake you were fiercely holding onto and rummaged in one of his pants pockets “--you have to buy me a slice another time.” He handed you a card from his pocket. “Here’s my number. Text me when you want to meet up with the slice and I’ll be there.”
You stared at the business card he handed over. It was a simple white, with an embellished silver of his name (“Gojo Satoru”), his occupation (“First Year Teacher at Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College”, whatever the hell that was), and his number. “And if I just pretend this encounter never happened? And never text you, Satoru-san?”
“Aw, we’re on a first-name basis already?” He teased. “And there’s nothing I can do about that,” he shrugged. “But c’mon.” He reached for his sunglasses, taking them off. Behind those dark shades were the brightest and most beautiful pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen. Not even some of the brightest eyed foreigners that visited came close to his particular shade of blue. It was mesmerizing, almost like you could get lost staring at them.
You felt your face warm up as you realized you were staring too hard and averted your eyes.
“I have a face few can resist.” He gently caressed your cheek, bringing your gaze back to his. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N)-san.”
Your face heated up more as you sputtered a goodbye and watched Gojo Satoru saunter out of the grocery store empty-handed. It was only after you paid for your groceries did you realize you never told him your name.
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! STEPBRO X MALE READER ! SMUT !
It was a typical Monday morning, and I was getting ready to head off for another, boring day of school.
‘Y/N! Come downstairs, I made us some kawaii toast, nya!’ My step-brother yelled, sending me into a small fit of nya’s. Ever since he had began living with my mother and I, we had begun growing closer, and I also had begun developing a small liking for him.
‘C-coming, Tatsuki-san!’ I replied, my voice cracking slightly, as I was as nervous as I could be, nya.
I’d swiftly dash downstairs, my school bag draping on my shoulder as I ran. My smile was extremely evident on my kawaii features, and my big brother obviously had noticed this.
‘Y/N, you look rather dashing as usual, nya.’ My step-brother smirked, making me blush, uwu. ‘Hm? You seem rather happy all of a sudden.’
‘O-oh, no, nya! I am just.. um.. excited for school!’ I’d laugh nervously.
‘..I see.’ He’d nod, seeming rather disappointed that he himself wasn’t the reason. I hated seeing Tatsuki-senpai upset, so, as any normal human would do, I decided to uwu pounce on him.
‘Y-Y/N!’ He’d stutter, looking up at me with wide eyes.
‘Tatsuki-san, I’m sorry if I made you upset..’
Seeing this as an opportunity, Tatsuki-san grinned mischeviously, and slid his hand on my right ass cheek, making me squeak.
‘S-step-bro!’ I’d shriek, looking down at him, flustered. ‘What are you doing?!’
‘Shh, Y/N.’ He’d whisper, placing a hot, sweaty palm over my extremely moist mouth. ‘The only way you can make it up to me for pouncing on me is..’
‘Tatsuki..’ I muttered, biting my lip.
‘Hurrying up and go to school, nya.’
‘Wh-what?!’ I’d whine, frowning.
‘You’re a horny twelve year old, get off of me, and go to school.’
‘Fine, nya.’
A/N:
IM SO SORRY IM SORRY AJIAJOSKOSJS IMS SORRY LMFAOAOO IM SO SORRY AHAHAHAAH
PLEASE DONT GIVE THIS ANY ATTENTION I ALREADY HATE MYSELF FOR DOING THIS ANISJOSJOSJOWOSKS
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Yamato x Miyu is a really Bad Ship but sadly it seems to be being pushed to canon?
I hope they break up tbh because it’s pedophilia. The manga may have been completed many years ago but I’m still personally not finished it.
Seriously, Yamato should’ve just been left as Miyu’s fatherly figure!
I ship Miyu with Ran. I know it will never happen. But a girl still can ship.
As for Aya, I ship her with Otohata. I also kinda ship Yuuya with Tatsuki.
The author of Gals also authored a sapphic manga as well (Himitsu no Hanazono) so it’s not like Ran x Miyu would be objected by the creator I think.
#gals!#supergals#supergals!#ran Kotobuki#kotobuki ran#yamazaki miyu#miyu yamazaki#hoshino aya#aya hoshino#pastell reads gals
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Love Never Dies musical has been announced! [x]
Yumesaki Nene and Sakihi Miyu will alternate in the role of Meg Giry.
Ootori Ran and Kouju Tatsuki will alternate the role of Madam Giry.
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'friends'
Character: Washio Tatsuki x reader
Warnings: Kissing, making out?? I don't think it's too bad but I guess a little suggestive ;), FEKFNE obviously it's not even CLOSE to NSFW, just some 'suggestive' comments but they're more like teasing/jokes. EXTREMELY self-indulgent, FLUFF
You stood there in the linoleum floored hallway, anxiously waiting for your ‘friend’ to exit the locker rooms so you could finally confess your feelings to him. The friend in question was none other than Tatsuki Washio, the guy you’ve been hopelessly in love with for almost 2 years now.
The two of you had met in your second year. You were walking running down the hall, trying to get to your bus in time when you had tripped, falling flat on your face and dropping/scattering all of your stuff. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the super hot and quiet guy from your math class knelt down and started helping you gather your stuff, asking if you were okay. After he helped you gather your fallen items and made sure that yes, beyond your bruised pride you were in fact okay, you checked the time only to see that you had indeed missed your bus. Sighing, you gave him a smile thanking him for his help and asking if he knew any other busses that ran at this time.
He asked where you were headed, and his eyes widened when you said your street. As it turns out, the two of you lived on the same street, and with you having recently moved houses, the two of you didn’t know you were practically neighbors. He told you there was one more bus, but it’d be another 45 minutes before it came again. And it was already a 15 minute ride on a good day. “Looks like i’m walking, thank you again, uhm..it’s Washio, right?” You didn’t miss how the tips of his ears turned a slight shade of pink before he nodded, “L/n, correct?” Your eyes widened and you nodded your head, squealing inside that HE KNEW YOUR NAME TOO!?
He shifted on his feet, hands coming together as he nervously wrung his hands. “Uhm..if you want, my practice just ended...it’s getting dark out, would you mind if I walked you home?” You, gracefully of course, stuttered out a ‘not at all!’ and the two of you went on your way. From that point on, it became a regular thing for the two of you to walk home together, work together for projects, attend each others games/events. You two became good friends, and he was an amazing friend! But you didn’t want to be his friend, because he meant more than that to you, you wanted to be more.
And that’s why you were standing in this linoleum floored hallway, anxiously waiting for your ‘friend’ to exit the locker room so you could finally confess your feelings to him. You had it all planned out, you’d meet up with Washio, walk home together, and at the very last moment, confess your feelings to him. This hadn’t been the original plan, the original plan had been to nEVER confess your feelings to him, but after watching tonight’s game, watching how when he scored his gaze went to yours, when he had a break he shot you the teeniest smile. You were filled with too much emotion, too much longing to not do anything about it. Plus this way, if he did reject you, you’d be on your doorstep so all you’d have to do is go inside, get under your covers and cry.
The opening of a door caught your attention, your eyes flitting up to scan through the crowd of players leaving the room. It was never too hard to spot Washio, he was 6’2 with broad shoulders and in your eyes (and to anyone with common sense), extremely attractive. It wasn’t too long before he came out, he was usually one of the last ones out, since he’d make sure the locker room wasn’t in complete chaos before leaving. By the time he got over to where you stood, the hallway had cleared up, leaving the two of you alone, your heart pounding in your ears as you gulped. “Ready to go?”
In that moment, it felt like time stopped. His hand ran through his pushed back dark hair, head tilted ever so slightly downwards so he could see you, eyes soft with a fondness you noticed only appeared for you, his right hand holding his duffle bag, while his other dropped to his side. You blinked, once, twice, and you paused. You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was hormones, maybe the stress of hiding your feelings for 2 years was getting to your head, regardless of what it was, some force caused you to take a step forward, gently grab his face to pull him down before you kissed him. It was short, not necessarily on purpose but it didn’t take too long for it to sink in that you had randomly kissed your best friend.
You pulled back, too stuck in your own head to see the blush on his cheeks on the way his eyes were blown wide. “I-i’m sorry, I’ll go now-” You spun around on your heel, trying to leave the school as quickly as you could. But before you could get more than 6 ft, you heard quick footsteps behind you, a hand grabbed your wrist and spun you around before a hand was on your cheek and his lips were on yours. He was kissing you. HE WAS KISSING YOU!! Coming to your senses your hands came back up to hold his face, smiling as he tilted his head to slightly deepen the kiss. Your hands moved down to slide over his jaw and down to rest them on his broad shoulders, a sigh of content falling from his lips.
You heard the ‘thud’ of his gym bag and felt his now empty hand take residence on your waist, hands pulling you closer before he broke away, resting his head in the crook of your neck while the two of you stood in silence while you caught your breaths. “I like you...I like you a lot.” As you said that your arms wrapped around him, holding him tight you rested your head on his shoulder. You heard him sigh, a ‘that’s good’ falling from his lips as you laughed. With a small peck to his shoulder you pulled away, keeping him at arm's length while you smiled up to him, him returning your smile as his hands now both sat snuggly on your hips.
“Well, it’s not the confession I planned but I’m not complaining. Who knew Washio Tatsuki was such a good kisser~?” He shot you a small glare, but judging by how pink the tips of his ears were, you knew he wasn’t mad and it’s not like your own face wasn’t burning at the moment. You laughed, throwing your head back as he chuckled, shaking his head. “I was going to say I like you back, but now I don’t think I want to.” Your head snapped back, eyes wide and jaw dropped, “WAIT NO, do you know how stressful the past 20 minutes have been??” He turned his head to the side, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he fought to suppress a smirk. “Well,” His hands moved to your waist, dark eyes looking into yours with a noticeable glimmer in them.
“I suppose you can make it up to me.” Your eyes widened as you blinked, mouth opening to speak, before shutting as all the comebacks or remarks you could ever respond with disappeared from your mind. He leaned down, kissed your cheek before he spoke just below your ear,“You can carry my bag, then we’ll be even.” He pulled away, smile widening when he saw just how flustered he had made you, shaking his head as you snapped out of it, shooting him your own glare before huffing as you picked up his bag. “Who knew Tatsuki was such a tease…” he laughed before you took his hand and the two of you walked down the linoleum floored hallway, no longer anxious about confessing to your friend, but filled to the brim with happiness as you walked out with your now boyfriend. (...he also then took his bag from you because I refuse to think he is anything but a gentlemen<3)
#washio x reader#washio x y/n#washio tatsuki#fukurodani#haikuu#Haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader#haikyu oneshots#haikyuu fanfiction#fenkvrnkvnjerkw uh oh my bias is showing again#there's not enough washio content so I shall provide said content#WOOOOO THAT'S 3 POSTS IN 2 DAYS MAYBE NOW I CAN PRETEND IM AN AUTHOR AGAINnjfkfejwl
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Kotaro Bokuto + “Can’t help falling in love”
This is the 15th Oneshot for the Valentines Day Event!! Thank you so much for requesting!!
**N/n=Nickname**
Character: Bokuto x reader
“N/n!!” You smiled as you closed your locker, turning around with a smile as you faced the lively ace, the one and only Kotaro Bokuto. “Hey Bokuto, what’s up?” He smiled as he held a paper out to you, you taking it before your eyes widened. “A 47? You’re doing better! We still need to get your grade up a little higher though.” Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck as he nodded. “Ah, yeah...’Kaashi said the same thing...BUT I can do it, i’ve got the best tutor of all time after all~” You laughed as you shook your head, “Yeah, I don’t know about that, but I appreciate the compliment.”
You, Y/n L/n are a 3rd year student at Fukurodani in class 5, and for the past 3 years you have been tutoring Bokuto on almost all of his subjects. You first started tutoring Bokuto when your friend, Tatsuki Washio who was also in class 5, asked if you wouldn’t mind tutoring the Ace. You, figuring it couldn’t be that bad and you weren’t super busy anyway, agreed. . .Bless his heart but sometimes he made you want to rip your hair out.
Nevertheless, you were always there for the ace. You made sure to go to his games and you usually sat through his practices. You guys started just studying in the library, but he wasn’t exactly known for being quiet so you started bouncing between each other’s houses. You two, despite being opposites, grew to become good friends! You also made some friends from the volleyball team!
You knew Washio from middle school, Bokuto from tutoring, and you easily befriended Akaashi from your...mutual headache. You and Bokuto were good friends, but somewhere during your second year, the term ‘friends’ started to leave a bitter taste in your mouths. You realized you had feelings for the ace when you had been at his house, he had just gotten a pretty difficult question right and as he turned to show you, the smile he had made your heart flutter.
You never said anything though...just dropping little hints every now and then. You noticed that he also started dropping little hints..He always held the door open, he’d carry your bag or your books, or whatever it was you were holding, and he could always pick up on the littlest changes in your mood. “Y/n? Y/n~” You jumped a bit as Bokuto’s voice took you away from your thoughts, brining you back to the present as you gave him a smile.
“Sorry Bo, I kind of zoned out for a minute...did I miss anything?” Bokuto shook his head, “Nah, but anyway, has anyone asked you to prom yet?” Oh yeah, that. Prom was 3 weeks away. At this time, you already had your ticket, your dress, your shoes and plans to get your hair/make up done. There was just one thing you hadn’t gotten...”No, not yet.” A date.
Bokuto’s eyebrows raised as he tried, *tried* to suppress his smile, “Oh, well I wouldn’t worry to much about it, I’m sure someone will ask you! Soon too!” You smiled as you shook your head, giving him a small glance before you started walking towards the gym. “I’m sure someone will.”
*One week timeskip*
“Uhm...Uh...2.7- no-84. 2.84!” You nodded as Bokuto did his signature ‘Hey hey hey!’ before turning to you with a beaming smile. “Thanks Y/n you’re the best!” You short circuited before smiling shaking your head as you started to pack your bag. “I don’t know about that, but i’m really glad you’re understanding. Soon you won’t even need me!” A frown came onto Bokuto’s face, “But I’ll always need you.”
You stopped packing your bag for a moment to look at him, “What do you mean...?” He looked at you confused, like you had just spoken in an alien language. “Even if I became a super genius overnight doesn’t mean i’d just toss you aside. You mean too much to me, you always have.” You looked down as you shyly smiled, “..Thanks Kotaro...it means a lot..” He smiled as he shook his head. “It’s no problem. Hey, can I walk you home?”
You looked at him with a raised brow. “Uhm, yeah of course..you usually do.” His face turned a little red, “Uh-well- yeah! I know! But- Let’s get going shall we~” You could tell he was trying to hide something, you didn’t know what it was. The walk to your house was pretty normal, it was only 4:25 so you were just talking about plans for the evening and what not.
You waved goodbye as he dropped you off at your door. As soon as the door closed he brought out his phone, calling the one person who might know you better than he did. “Hey, Washio? What are Y/n’s favorite flowers?”
*Timeskip to 3 hours*
You sat at your desk, tapping your bottom lip with your pencil as you looked at your chemistry homework. You sat down your pencil as you sat back in your desk chair, running a hand through your hair which was still a little damp from your shower and snuggling into the hoodie you were wearing. You sighed as you leaned your head back, trying not to stress over the fact that you still didn’t have a date.
You didn’t need one so to speak, and if you didn’t get one you could always force Washio and the other Fukurodani Volleyball boys to go with you. But...there was one specific Fukurodani volleyball boy that you wanted to go with you..Groaning you ran your hands down your face, settling them in your lap as you directed your dazed look to your chemistry homework.
*Ding Dong* “I’ll get it!” You ran down the stairs, giving a thumbs up to your mom when she asked you to get the door. You, in all your messy hair, loose hoodie and short-shorts opened the door, jaw dropping when you saw Bokuto. Bokuto who was wearing a dress shirt with a nice pair of jeans, Bokuto who was holding a box of chocolates and your favorite flowers, and Bokuto who had the happiest but what was probably the most nervous smile you’ve ever seen on him.
“Y/n, I’m not the best with words, so i’m gonna keep this short,” He took a deep breath. “I like you, a lot. I know i’m not the smartest, and I can be a handful, but these past three years have been some of the best of my life...and you helped make them that way...So, Y/n...Please go to prom as my date, and as my girlfriend.” You nodded your head, “I’d love to, all of it, yes!” Not even minding that the flowers and chocolates were still in his hand he pulled you into a tight hug, swaying you boh back and forth.
Kotaro Bokuto was known to many as the ‘Simpleton Ace’ who might have had just a few screws loose, but you knew better than that. You knew that no matter what happened your ‘Simpleton Ace’ of a boyfriend would always be there for you and love you with everything he had. Because he knew, you would always do the same.
“Wise men say, Only fools rush in, But I can't help falling in love with you“
#bokuto x reader#kotaro bokuto#bokuto x y/n#Valentines Day Event 2021#haikyu x reader#Haikyuu!!#haikyuufanfiction#y/n#washio is the bestest friend and no one can convince me otherwise~
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Not Scary To me
Character: Washio x single mom reader
*Timeskip spoilers*
Pt.2
TW- mentions of insecurity, Washio has past ~trauma~, mentions of divorce and toxic relationships.
If you asked anyone who knew Washio Tatsuki if he was a scary, mean and dangerous man, they would probably laugh in your face. Since he was a teenager Washio was no stranger to being judged by his appearance. He was always taller than the other kids, much more muscular and his general demeanor screamed ‘intimidating’. Which was why people were typically scared of him and unwilling to get to know him. So when he entered his first year in Fukurodani, it was no surprise to him when no one wanted to be his seat mate. That is, until you appeared.
“Is this seat taken?” He looked up, and he felt his heart stop. In front of him was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She had warm and kind features, and the most welcoming smile he’d ever received from a girl. Well, a girl who wasn’t his mom or his older sister anyway. He quietly told the girl ‘no’ and nodded when she asked if she could sit there. Over the course of just a few months the two had become fast friends. They always ate lunch together, studied together, hung out after school and she always made sure to be in the front row when she watched his games.
For the next three years, the two became best friends. They were there for each other through all of their highs, their lows, their problems in their love lives. Er- Y/n’s problems in her love life. Throughout high school she dated this guy, Ken Hashimoto. He was your typical high school heart throb. He was charming, popular and very attractive the whole school saw them as the ‘it’ couple. But to Washio, they were anything but.
Putting aside his bias, he never really like Ken. To him Ken was sleazy, dishonest, and cunning. Washio lost count of how many times you had called him during terrible hours of the night crying over something the jerk had done. Or worse, when the two of you had fought and it was up to Washio to console you. But no matter how many times he picked you up from rock bottom, he’d always be there to pick you up again when that jerk pushed you down. Why? The reason was simple.
Washio Tatsuki was in love with you. And he had learned to accept a long time ago that you would never love him the same way.
Throughout the next three years you and Ken were off and on. He was a jerk, yes. He was selfish and dishonest. And…he hurt you. A lot. But for whatever reason you…couldn’t leave him. You had experienced too much with him, felt too much with him. He had too much to guilt you into staying for longer than you should have. You and Washio were very good friends, but for some reason after high school, your friendship didn’t last. You both tried to stay in contact, see each other every now and then. But with him going pro and you pursuing your interests, you both agreed it was okay you couldn’t see each other as much.
For you that was the case. But for him, it was simply because it was too painful to constantly be reminded of what he didn’t have every time he caught sight of the engagement ring sitting on your left ring finger. Not long after he left for Hiroshima (It doesn’t say where the EJP Raijin are located, but they’re based off of the JT Thunders which are in Hiroshima Japan) to play as a middle blocker for the EJP Raijin (Eastern Japan Paper Mills Raijin).
It’s been about five years since the two of you have seen each other. When you and Washio had graduated, you had started drifting apart. During that time you and Ken had actually been doing okay. He was treating you much better (well, by the standards of you guys’ relationship anyway) and it seemed like it was going places. So when he proposed, you didn’t think twice. Especially since the only man you think you’ve truly loved was soon leaving for Hiroshima.
That’s right, you, Y/n L/n were in love with Washio Tatsuki. Before you rage quit reading this, bear with me! Yes! You loved him so, so much. But you couldn’t leave Ken. You knew he wasn’t a great guy, you had experienced it first hand! But no matter how much you wanted to you just couldn’t go, plus…you couldn’t go to Washio, he didn’t deserve that.
So you kept quiet, married a man you tried to love and forget the man you always did. Here we are five years after the two of you graduated. Washio was still playing for EJP, and you were living in Osaka with your three year old little girl, Emiko. Currently you were working as a sports manager for the MSBY Black Jackals. Well that was the job they paid you for, but on most days, you felt like the MSBY Black Jackals baby sitter instead.
“What? No- Bokuto you cannot go sky diving before next weeks game- I don’t know! No, don’t ask Akaashi, you know he’ll side with me. Atsumu don’t encourage him!! Bo, if you ask him, I promise you he’s going to tell you the same thing I did. *sigh* just- get here on time. We have a practice match today.” Bidding your goodbyes and letting out one more painful sigh you put down your phone and rubbed your temples.
Don’t get me wrong, you loved the MSBY four, but man did they give you some big time stress. “Mommy?” All your worries faded away as you looked to the doorway, your little girl Emiko standing there with her favorite stuffed bunny in hand. “Hey there baby, ready to go?” Emiko excitedly nodded her head and walked towards you, lifting her hands above her head for you to carry her (she is only 3 after all). After getting the necessary items and a bag for Emiko the two of you left the house and headed to the MSBY Black Jackals stadium.
The Black Jackals had a daycare center in the stadium, so working parents could leave their kids there while they did their jobs. It was nice having it in the building, especially since Emiko was a painfully shy kid. She was very quiet and usually didn’t talk to strangers, or people she knew for that matter. It was unusual for her to utter more than ‘hi’ and someone’s name (other than to you or your parents of course, or people she felt comfortable around). As soon as the two of you arrived you said your greetings to your co-workers and made your way to the daycare center.
Until “Bunny!” this particular part of the building was always crowded, and you daughter just realized that between here and the front door she had lost her stuffed animal. Before you could re-grab her hand, she was gone and a sickening amount of panic settled in your stomach, you of course immediately ran to go get her.
At the same time, Washio and the rest of EJP Raijin had just entered the MSBY stadium for the practice match they’d be having. When they got settled, the coach told them they had about 2 hours before the match started, giving them about 1 ½ hours to kill. Komori and Suna went off to antagonize Sakusa and Atsumu while Washio explored the stadium. (Bokuto and Hinata were not there yet for reasons better left unknown.)
Before Washio could get very far he saw something on the floor. ‘Is that a…bunny?’ squatting down he picked up the toy to notice it was indeed a stuffed bunny that he guessed belonged to a child. He picked it up and made his way back to the entrance, figuring he’d leave it at the office for someone to find. But before he could get there, he heard a small “Mister…?” He looked down to see the cutest little girl he’d ever seen tugging at his pants, with tears in her beautiful e/c eyes.
For a moment he stilled. He didn’t dislike kids, quite the opposite actually! It’s just…kids didn’t usually perceive him very well, usually they were afraid of him. Trying to make himself as approachable as he could he put on a gentle smile and knelt down before the girl. Sure he was still much bigger, but he was less intimidating. “Are you okay?” The little girl shyly looked at him before she shook her head ‘no’, and after some inner contemplation said “Bunny” Washio then gently smiled and showed her the bunny he had in his hand, noting the way her familiar e/c eyes lit up as she excitedly reached for the stuffy.
She happily squealed as she hugged the toy. Right around that time you, who was running adrenaline and two cups of coffee, also a huffing and puffing mess had desperately turned the corner. “EMIKO!” The little girl turned around and smiled, triumphantly holding up the bunny. “Mommy! This nice man found bunny!” Looking past her you finally realized the man who had been kneeling (but is now standing) in front of your daughter. Both of your eyes blown wide as you both looked at each other.
”…Tatsuki?” Washio nodded as a familiar but buried feeling fluttered in his chest as he choked out a ‘Y/n?’. You quickly ran up to him and gave him a hug, one he gladly returned. Your daughter looked at the two of you confused before acting like the two of you didn’t exist, she had some business with her precious bunny she had to take care of! “But- Wha- how? What are you doing here?!” You asked him as you pulled away from the hug. His hands went into his pockets, a nervous habit you vividly remember him having, as a smile overtook his features.
“I’m on EJP Raijin, we’re here for a practice match. What about you? I thought you were still in Tokyo with…him.” Y/n’s expression faltered at the mention of her ex-husband. “I’m the sports manager for the Jackals, have been for about a year now. And, uh, he’s not in the picture, he left last year.” Y/n maintained the small awkward smile on her face as Washio nodded. Washio’s eyes slightly widened, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” You waved him off as you picked up your little girl. “Don’t be, I kind of figured we’d never last long anyways…” Washio just nodded.
“But! It’s not all bad, I got through school during all…that, got my degree and when we were getting divorced, I found this job. So, when it was done, we packed up and moved here and got started on our life together.” You continued to smile fondly at your little girl, she laid her head on your shoulder and looked at Washio with an unreadable expression. “Enough about me! How have you been? Anyone special?”
You asked him, you wanted to know he was doing well, that he was happy. But there was also that little part of you that wanted to know if he was single. He let out a small chuckle, the sound taking you back to high school. “I’ve been alright. Not long after we graduated, I moved down to Hiroshima to play for EJP, threw myself into my career and here we are But, uh no. No one special.” You two were smiling at each other when Emiko tapped your shoulder. She leaned close to your ear and cupped her small hand around your ear.
“Mommy?” You were holding back a giggle at her cute action. “Yes, baby?” Emiko nervously looked at Washio, and he felt a sort of dread come over him. ‘here we go again’ he thinks as he waits for the tears to start… ”What’s his name? I like him.” As if it was even possible your smile got even wider. “Well, why don’t you ask him?” The little girl looked at you before looking at him, you gently placed her on the ground and encouraged her. “Uhm….mm..” She looked nervously to the floor as she tightly clutched her bunny, making some noises of discomfort.
She then looked up to him. “What’s your name…?” She asked in a small voice. He smiled and knelt down, holding out his hand to her much smaller one. “Washio Tatsuki. What’s your name?” She smiled and she took her hand and lightly shook his. “Emiko…Emiko L/n” she then released his hand and presented her bunny’s hand instead, wanting him to shake it (which he did). “This is bunny.” The little girl continued to smile, happy that this nice man was not only nice to her and her mommy, but also bunny. That scored a lot of points with her.
The little girl turned around and looked at her mom. “Mommy?” You looked down to her as you started to stroke her long brown hair, which was seemingly the only trait she received from her father. ”Can we see Washio again? I want him to be my friend…” You couldn’t tell if the swelling feeling in your chest was from your daughter wanting to be someone’s friend, or the prospect of seeing Washio again, but after five years of loneliness, it was a welcomed feeling nonetheless.
You looked up to meet his equally surprised but happy eyes. “Well? What do you say…”? He smiled down at the young girl before nodding his head, the little girl happily giggling and clutching his leg in a sort of hug before quickly returning to your side. “Oh! I need to get this little one to daycare, and I need to get to work! Uhm, why don’t we exchange numbers and we can get dinner or something, the three of us?” Emiko just nodded, even if she wasn’t really listening, while you and Washio exchanged information and said your goodbyes. You dropped Emiko off and made your way to the gym, since the practice match would begin in just under an hour.
*I have split this into parts bEcaUse it ended up reaaall long :) The next parts should be out soon*
#washio x reader#washio tatsuki#Haikyuu!!#y/n#washio x y/n#haikyu x reader#haikyuufanfiction#hq oneshots
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