#san's omi brainrot
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period cramps and a little bit of pining
your best friend omi comes over to take care of you during your period
tags: no plot just gratuitous fluff and yearning
word count: 2.2k
through the haziness that comes from just waking up, you hear the muffled sound of knocking, followed by the click of the door unlocking. you poke your head out from under the covers, curious.
the sound of footsteps and rustling just outside your bedroom door fill the space and truthfully, you should be more worried that a stranger has seemingly broken into your apartment. however, the lack of angry growling from your sweet great pyrenees and screams of bloody murder from the stranger soothe the concern that tries its damnest to rise above your grogginess.
you stay quiet, curled up on your side, head still peeking out. the continuing muffled sounds almost lulling you to sleep, your eyes falling close.
that's how kiyoomi finds you.
he pushes the bedroom door open. quietly, he pads over to the bed and crouches just beside where he can see your face. the concerned furrow between his brows softens slightly as he takes in your sleepy form.
he debates waking you up, not wanting to disturb the sleep you're finally getting after a night dealing with cramps of the worst kind. he wishes nothing more than to indulge you as he always does but as your closest friend, he knows you have yet to get up and eat. and that takes priority.
cautiously, he runs his fingers through your hair and down your cheek which you turn into, seeking the warmth radiating from his skin. the subconscious action disarms kiyoomi. he has to fight through the thumping in his heart to call your name until you finally start waking up.
he watches as you rouse from your sleep, grumbling through the whole motion. it tugs a small smile up his lips. your eyes flutter open and the seconds that follow are punctuated by the stillness of the air as you stare up at him, slowly processing his presence.
your eyes travel up his figure. the mask dangling from his right ear. the hoodie he wears — the one you usually steal from him. the fuzzy socks you got him for Christmas. the worn sweatpants you've told him many times to replace and yet he never does because it looks fine, you remember him arguing at some point. the memory of it makes you smile.
your gaze trails to the soft curve of his lips, the moles partially covered by his damp messy hair — he must have showered before he came from practice — before finally landing on his eyes that quietly watch you.
"hi," you finally whisper in what feels like eons. voice scratchy from disuse.
"hey, sleepy head," he says just as softly, mirth coloring his tone.
"what are you doing here?"
"you texted me last night. did you forget?"
you hum in confusion, sitting up slowly and pulling your arm from under the covers to look for your phone.
to omi!!! :]
Yesterday 10:43 PM
omiii com e over tmrw :(((
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from omi!!! :]
Yesterday 10:44 PM
You okay?
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from omi!!! :]
Yesterday 10:44 PM
I have practice in the morning but I can come over after. Is that alright?
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to omi!!! :]
Yesterday 11:07 PM
that work s yes!!! and im okya, just kinda in pain and loopy from the meds and sticky ;-;
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to omi!!! :]
Yesterday 11:07 PM
everything hurts n i cant sleep on my back but it's ok see u tmrw!
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from omi!!! :]
Yesterday 11:08 PM
It's that time, huh?
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from omi!!! :]
Yesterday 11:08 PM
Get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can.
"oh," you mumble, as you scroll through your messages. "i thought I was dreaming."
you put your phone down to look kiyoomi in the eyes, a tilt to your head. "i'm glad you actually came though."
kiyoomi breathes in deeply, heart thumping so loud — at this point he's sure you can hear it. but of course, you are none the wiser as you continue peering down at him, sleepy smile on your face.
"of course, i would." he returns the smile. “anyway, i didn’t know what you wanted since you didn’t reply to me all morning.” he pulls out a paper bag that was sitting behind him. “so, i just got a bit of everything.”
in your curiosity, you sit up straighter to look at the bag kiyoomi has brought. he starts pulling out its contents and showing them off to you with a dorky grin that grows the more items he shows you. there were donuts, churros, chocolates, cookies, mochi, bread of all variations, and a singular bottle of the tea drink you've been raving to him about the past month.
"kiyoomi!" you yell, doubling over in laughter. "i can't eat all of this!"
"well, good thing there's two of us," he rolls his eyes, grin still on his face. "in my defense, i didn't know what to get."
which is a lie. sort of. because everything he got were things you mentioned craving the days leading up to this week. not that you needed to know that of course.
"you'd ruin your diet for me, omi?" you pout, eye glimmering in amusement. "that's so sweet! come here!" you reach out to pinch his cheeks, cooing how your omi is the sweetest and kindest person there is and that people would know that more if you stop looking so grumpy, you idiot.he feels his ears flush and he pushes you — nudges, really — to the side, grumbling something about ungrateful spoiled brats. but he can't bring himself to actually chide you for it, not when you're high in spirits right now and he knows how the littlest things could set you off. he wants you happy for as long as your period lets you which isn't long; fickle as your moods are at these times.
"alright, alright." he chuckles. "go freshen up and let's get some real food in you first before we eat the sweets," he stands up from his kneeling position on the floor, hand on your arm to pull you up, grunting as he does so. you groan as if remembering why he was here in the first place. you flop helplessly on the bed, boneless, unwilling to leave the inviting warmth of the blankets.
"nooo," you whine, purposely obnoxious just to irk him enough to let you go.
"i know what you're doing." he tugs again. "it's not gonna work."
it's a losing battle, one that you fought valiantly 'til the end. your whining doesn't work and only ends with you thrown over his shoulder. you yelp, thumping his back with your fists in protest as he makes his way through the living room where your dog sees you both and follows you to the bathroom.
kiyoomi gently puts you down, righting your crumpled shirt. he chuckles at the look you send him. to him, you look about as threatening as a baby chick but he rightfully stays quiet. not taking any chances with your knees so close to his crotch.
"there are some pads in the cabinet that i bought," he pauses to fix your hair that got messy from being upside down. "it's the kind you always have."
you grumble out a thanks, still a bit peeved from being carried out of bed. kiyoomi was right, of course — you do need to freshen up — but you can still give him trouble for it. you're bleeding out and you feel all weird, sue you, right?
"while you're here, i'll go heat up the food i got you — it's korean, by the way — and feed snowball too then we can do whatever you want after. sound good?" kiyoomi tilts his head towards you to see your face.
you don't answer immediately, still stubbornly holding on to the frustration of being forcefully pulled out of bed. but just like most things are with kiyoomi, it's a losing battle. again.
it doesn't take you long before you drop the pretenses and meet his gaze. what you see makes the fight in you leave all in one go. his gaze is warm with mirth and... something else. you don't know what it is but it makes you feel shy being at the receiving end of it. you are suddenly conscious of how sloppy you must look right now even though you know kiyoomi would not mind.
in your rising embarrassment, you usher kiyoomi out of the bathroom, eyes not meeting his. snowball, who's just so happy to be there, follows kiyoomi out the door. a muffled boof! sounding through the door once you get it shut.
you get your wits together and freshen up, taking extra time to deal with the flush on your cheeks that just won't disappear.
kiyoomi is taking out the last of the food from the microwave as you come out of the bathroom, livelier now that you've washed your face. he greets you with a smile and calls you to the dining table. lunch is far calmer, a nice change of pace after the hectic ordeal of getting you out of bed. the strange shyness from earlier is forgotten temporarily as you both talk about nothing and everything; how volleyball practice went, how his courses are going, about the new show you wanted to watch with him.
once you start feeling the cramps come up again, kiyoomi catches the change in your expression and decides it's time to go back to bed. he hands you the pill you take to treat the cramps and a glass of water. you give him a grateful smile and he ruffles your hair in return.
"go back to bed. i'll be there in a sec," he says, no room for argument. you feel a bit guilty not helping with the cleanup and you tell him as much. he only snorts and tells you it's fine and that it's what i'm here for.
it doesn't do much to abate your guilt but with the cramps only getting worse, there's not much of a choice to be made.
when kiyoomi comes back, he sees you curled up under the covers, eyes shut in pain. he grabs the rechargeable heating pad from across the room and nudges your hand with it. it's only then that you open your eyes.
"hi," you mutter, attempting to smile. "the medicine hasn't kicked in yet." you grab the offered heating pad.
"hey, guess we're not watching that show then?" kiyoomi murmurs, knowing full well that you would want to sleep the ache away. you give him an apologetic smile which he only waves off.
"i really wanted to watch it too," you mourn.
"it's fine. we can watch it another time." he smiles kindly. the silence that follows is somewhat cautious, neither one sure where to go from here. usually, you would have invited kiyoomi into bed by now and he would groan his protest before reluctantly joining you, all the while you would be teasing him about it. but the shyness from before overtakes you and kiyoomi is unusually hesitant as well, eyes darting and feet shuffling in place.
he is the first to break the silence.
"i'll head to the living room so you can sleep, okay?" he begins turning away from you. at his words, you hastily sit up.
"omi," you call out. he looks to you, head tilted to let you know he's listening. you can barely hold eye contact as the next words stumble through your lips.
"um, the-the heating pad falls off when i sleep on my side and, and you know how i can't sleep on my back because the bleeding would leak," you look away from his gaze. "do you... do you mind helping me?"
kiyoomi turns around, regarding you curiously.
"and what do you want me to do?"
knowing that words will fail you, you silently flip the covers and pat the space beside you. kiyoomi exhales and cautiously takes his spot on the bed, as if this is the first time he's done this. it makes you snort; your shyness and his hesitance, it's ridiculous. and yet you're unable to soothe your increasing heartbeat.
"and then?" kiyoomi asks, quietly.
shaking off the anxiety that's starting to take hold of you, you nudge his shoulder, urging him to lie down beside you. you turn your back towards him, reaching for his hand and slowly guiding it down to lay flat on the heating pad pressing to your lower abdomen. you swear you hear the sharp intake of breath over your shoulder; whether from the temperature of the heating pad or the action itself, you don't know.
kiyoomi is quick on the uptake and lays his palm fully on the pad. it takes you by surprise when he pulls you towards his chest that you can't help the little gasp you let out.
"like this?" he asks, almost teasingly. the hesitance from before melting away from his tone. unfortunately for you, it does menacing things to your heart.
with your heart seizing in your chest, you hum your affirmative and relax in his hold.
kiyoomi pulls up the covers on both of you and adjusts so that your head rests on his other arm. with the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat combined with the warmth from the heating pad and his body, you are slowly lulled to sleep.
"we should talk about this, you know?" you hear just as you are on the brink of sleep and you only hum in response.
you hear him chuckle, or rather feel the vibrations of it. And then lastly, a kiss to your hair.
"another time then."
what comes after will be dealt with another time. for now, you will enjoy each other's warmth.
i wrote this on a whim because im currently bleeding out and everything hurts so bad and i wish i had an omi to take care of me ;;;;; I've got a more planned out fic that i can't wait to get out there i swear ;;;; pls take this crappy peace offering for now
#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa fluff#sakusa x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu headcanons#hq!!#hq fluff#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x self-insert#sakusa x y/n#sakusa imagines#sakusa x you#sakusa x self-insert#san's omi brainrot#haikyuu x you#haikyuu imagines#hq imagines#sakusa oneshot#san's blobs#i can't believe this is my first work in 2 years im so sorry;;;;#this is all i can offer you#2k words of nothing#sakusa kiyoomi x reader
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i've been brainrotting a haikyuu x fullmetal alchemist crossover for weeks and am dying to share something so here's a short snippet of the 1st chapter <3
“shoyo,” atsumu says. “this is all yer fault.”
hinata shoots him a look, bright eyes narrowed, lips turned into a slight pout. at least, that’s what he thinks he sees. it’s difficult to tell, with darkness draped over the cellar, weak light seeping in through the tiny overhead window. they’re across from each other, wrists tied behind their backs, ropes secured to a pillar, or in atsumu’s case, a desk that’s balanced on one and half legs, dusted drawers left open with nothing but cobwebs clinging in the corners.
“why is it my fault?” he complains. “you would’ve done the same thing!”
“i wouldn’ta followed the guy in broad daylight. ya never stalked anyone before?”
“i thought it wasn’t obvious!”
“it was hella obvious! the granny at the flower shop woulda agreed with me!”
“you didn’t have to come with.” hinata mutters. “i could’ve done it on my own.”
atsumu scoffs. “an’ leave ya to yer death? i like ya too much for ya to die.”
“aw, do you mean it? tsukishima always says he’d leave me behind if i did anything stupid.”
“well, i like ya less than omi. i just need ya to balance him an’ kei. the pair of ‘em are too serious.”
“that’s probably why we’re here, and they aren’t.”
if that isn’t the truth, atsumu doesn’t know what is. he tests his restraints, feels the rough rope dig into his wrists, undoubtedly chafing the skin further. his pants’ and blazer pockets are empty, belt discarded and pouches slashed when they were detained. hinata, dressed in a similar uniform, also had his pockets emptied, gloves taken away, chalk smashed into oblivion. the concrete floor beneath his ass is cold and uncomfortable.
hinata isn’t the worst person to be held captive with. out of all the black jackals, atsumu would rank him second, just after omi, with tsukishima as third. it isn’t like he has something against his tall underclassman, aside from the fact that they don’t get along, but tsukishima would definitely sit and brood until they’re rescued, which is not the most entertaining way to spend the afternoon. omi would do the same, but atsumu is more familiar with him, therefore able to push his buttons better. hinata, on the other hand, is naturally talkative, extroverted, tries to find light in every situation, even if darkness descends onto the cellar at a rapid pace, and the evening chill begins to seep in.
god, would he kill for his brother’s stew and potatoes right about now.
“do you think tsukishima and omi-san will look us?” hinata asks in a low voice.
“they should. even if they ain’t, akiteru-san and kita-san should.” today is a free day since tomorrow, they’ll be on a train to north city. tsukishima and sakusa wanted one last look at the library; atsumu and hinata offered to run errands and prepare for tonight’s dinner. they didn’t even make it to the grocery store when hinata spotted a suspicious man with a rifle slung over his shoulder, decided to trail him, and eventually got caught.
on one hand, they’ve confirmed that their assailant is definitely a criminal. on the other hand, there is nothing they can do about it. atsumu twists his wrists again, winces as he feels the skin cut open and start to bleed. his stomach grumbles, and his throat is dry. “this is all yer fault, shoyo.”
“we’ve been gone long enough that someone has to notice,” hinata says, voice alight in an attempt to sound chipper. “they’ll let the military know and they’ll look for us. i trust oikawa-san or kuroo-san will find us.”
“i ain’t trust either of ‘em. i know military men, and they’ve got their own agendas.” atsumu tilts his head back to rest against the desk leg. he lets out a groan. “we’re gonna be stuck here all night.”
“try to stay positive! if we don’t, the worst will happen.”
he straightens, fixes his eyes in the direction of his underclassman, identifiable by his bright hair. “even you think of the worst-case scenario, huh? lay it on me. what’s the worst that can happen?”
hinata is silent for a moment. “well, the worst would be that no one would rescue us–“
“that’s already our reality.”
“other things could happen! like…we could get injured. or something happens to this building, like it catches on fire. east city has the highest rate of arson than all the other cities, did you know that?”
atsumu is still. then, he starts wriggling. “we gotta get out of here. i ain’t gonna be roasted alive.”
“the fire could help burn the ropes! it could be a good thing!”
“an’ then? what kinda water alchemy are ya gonna do without water?”
“there’s water all around us, atsumu-san! did you not learn anything from shishou?”
“oi, i ain’t wanna hear that from ya.” atsumu rolls his eyes. “are ya sayin’ ya have a transmutation circle tatted somewhere on ya? can’t get any alchemy done without a circle, an’ we ain’t got chalk. we are gonna die if there’s a fire, ya hear me?”
“you don’t have to be so pessimistic,” hinata mutters.
“i ain’t pessimistic, i’m just a realist. god, omi woulda figured somethin’ out by now.”
“sorry for not being omi-san, but at least i tell jokes. it’s the best way to pass time!”
“i just hope there ain’t gonna be a second time, kid. once is enough fer me.”
a heavy slam against the cellar door shakes the flimsy wood in its hinges. the duo quiets, turns their heads toward the door. it creaks open, a stream of light filtering inside. a silhouetted face appears in the dim light, along with a gruff voice. “if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep quiet. got it?”
neither speak. atsumu jumps at the click of a revolver, the familiar sound of a bullet entering its chamber, ready to be fired. “got it?” the man drawls.
“yessir.” their responses blend into one. the door closes shut, locks clicking back in place. atsumu strains to hear the receding footsteps, waits until the air has settled before he releases his own breath. he can hear hinata do the same. “why’d ya think he let us go?” atsumu wonders aloud. “why not kill us?”
“he needs us.” hinata’s tone is slow, contemplative. “maybe…as hostages?”
“nah. let’s say killin’ us is messy. there are people around, or we’re in a residential area, so if he fires, someone will definitely hear. so he’s waitin’ until the time is right.” he sighs. “we got some time until then. let’s try ta escape.”
so he says, but with blood ringing his wrists, the ropes wound tight, without any weapons or tools to help, the situation is bleak. he and hinata shuffle, wriggle, fall silent with resignation. atsumu releases a huff. “shoyo, this is all yer fault.”
“i know, atsumu-san.” hinata is forlorn. “i know.”
#flyingwargle original#excerpt#haikyuu!!#hinata shoyo#miya atsumu#hq!! x fma#equivalent exchange#i have so many pages of notes#but so many other things i want to write#but i really wanted to share this ahhh#fullmetal alchemist#will this be the year that this fic will come to life#we shall see
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hey there babe 👉👈 dropping by to request a bokuto oneshot (because bokuto brainrot go brrrr) with him being the simpleton idiot that he is, showing off his s/o to his teammates (because that makes me weAK)
babe!!! my love!! you’re so right bestie
bokuto is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰
one bokuto oneshot coming right up for my wifie 😏
bokuto x f!reader
warnings: none :) himbo bokuto, fluff, aged up! time skip spoilers!!!!!
a/n: ASTER I AM SO SORRY PLEASE THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A WEEK AND I FORGOT AND THEN I FOUND IT AND THEN I WAS LIKE ‘how to write cute’ AND YEAH. IM SORRY IT WAS SO LATE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
You pulled down your blouse, anxious as you drove.
The smell of the bento boxes in your truck made your stomach rumble, and you let out a small nervous smile. You had made bento boxes for Bokuto’s team, hoping that the food would help your first impression. Though you had been dating the outside hitter for almost a year, you had yet to meet his team.
For the first couple of months, you both decided it was best if your relationship was kept lowkey, especially since Bokuto was a famous volleyball player and the last thing you wanted, was his image tainted. You knew your boyfriend was loved by many, men and women alike, and you were fine with keeping this quiet.
You and Bokuto, and your families both knew you were dating, and for you, that was enough. For Bokuto, however, he wanted everyone to know. He wanted to flaunt you, show everyone that you were his and he was yours. He wanted to love you everywhere, he wanted to make sure you knew that he was proud of you and that he loved you outside the comfort of your home.
You knew he did. There was no way he didn’t. Bokuto was the easiest man to read, and you loved that about him.
The only thing that changed your mind was the conversation you had with Bokuto last night as he laid on top of you, his head resting on your chest.
“ ‘m just sayin’ babe. My team will love you! I think you should meet them! They’ve heard so much about you, only fair there’s a face to the name.”
You choked on your water, staring down at Bokuto. Your eyes widened as he looked up at you with soft eyes.
“Kotaro, what do you mean they’ve heard so much about me? You told them?”
Bokuto laughed and pressed kisses to your collarbone.
“Of course, love! You’re my s/o, why wouldn’t I talk about you? Even my barber knows about you!”
You stared at the man with so much love in your eyes. Bokuto loved you, and he didn’t hide it from anyone.
Why did you?
You pulled into the gym that Bokuto practiced in. It’s not that you were scared to meet his team, you were nervous as to what would happen after his team found out. You went to every game Bokuto played and you always sat in a seat he could see you in, and every time he made a nice hit, he would look towards you and smile.
The media had tried to find this ‘mystery person’ but they gave up. Now, once the team found out, so would everyone else.
And that scared you.
You parked your car and slipped out, walking to your trunk. You grabbed the two bags that had the bento boxes and you quietly made your way to the gym.
Bokuto had no idea you were coming, and you hoped that everything played out as you hoped.
You walked down the dark hallways, walking straight to the gym that had your boyfriend in it.
You turned a corner and immediately froze, stepping back into the shadows.
“You seem awfully happy today, Bokuto.”
You didn’t recognize the deep voice that spoke, but you know it belonged to Sakusa Kiyoomi. Bokuto often talked highly of him, and you often watched his during matches, entranced with the way he moved.
You leaned against the wall, hoping that Bokuto wouldn’t see you.
“I am! Y/n said she had a surprise for me and I’m so excited to see it!”
Your lips pulled into a wide smile at the sound of Bokuto’s voice. He sounded so excited, and you hoped that this fulfilled his excitement.
“You seem to really love this y/n.”
Your heart stopped, waiting for Bokuto’s answer.
“I do, Omi-Omi. She’s everything I’ve wanted and more! You know, I still get those butterflies in my stomach when she smiles.”
Your breath hitched and you tighten your grip on the bags, your fingers going numb at his words. Bokuto told you he loved you every day, but there was something endearing about hearing it behind your back, and so openly too.
Bokuto and Sakusa walked by you, walking right into the gym. You checked your watch. Their practice would end in ten minutes, and you wanted to show yourself before everyone left. With a deep breath, you quietly walked into the gym. You stayed against the wall and then walked up the bleachers, sitting down.
You put the bags down and kept your head down for a moment. You purse your lips, trying to see if your lip gloss was still on. You could hear volleyballs flying and slamming into the floor and the walls, and you could hear the loud chatter of the team.
With a deep breath, you lifted your head and laced your fingers together. You looked at the court and your eyes instantly met Hinata’s familiar ones. Hinata often came over with others Bokuto had gone to school with to play games or hang out. The orange-haired boy stared at you, blinked, looked away, and then looked back at you. His eyes widened and lightened up and he smiled, waving at you.
“Y/n-san!”
Your eyes widened as eleven heads turned to face you. Your face flushed and you lifted a limp hand, waving at Hinata. Your eyes shifted and met Bokuto’s wide surprised ones. You could see the way they shine and your heart squeezed in your chest when you realized that you did that.
You made Bokuto’s eyes shine.
“Baby!”
Bokuto threw the ball, running towards you. You didn’t even have time to blink before Bokuto was at the bleachers, leaning over to be closer to you.
Even though Bokuto was sweating, he still looked as breathtaking as ever. His hair was still up, some of it falling, his arms bulging in the tight shirt he was wearing, and his chest slowly heaved up and down. Bokuto smiled up at you, and you slightly leaned forward and smiled at him.
“Y/n? What are you doing here? Wait, actually, don’t answer that. You’re here!” You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend. Beautiful and loving as he may be, but simpleton he would always be, and you would always love that about him.
You nodded as you used a napkin to dab away at the sweat on his face. “I’m here, ‘Taro.”
“What made you change your mind?”
Before you could say anything, Coach Foster blew his whistle. “Bokuto! Practice isn’t over yet!”
Bokuto smiled sheepishly at you and you tapped his cheek twice, smiling at him. “Go, finish practice and then change. You still have to introduce me to your team.”
Your words seemed to ignite something in Bokuto, because he blew a kiss your way, and then ran back. Your cheeks grew warm as you heard Atsumu Miya and Shion Inunaki tease Bokuto.
You made eye contact with black eyes, and when Sakusa gave you a very small smile before looking away, you relaxed.
As soon as the manager blew his whistle, Bokuto was the first one in the changing room. This caused Atsumu to yell a loud “Slow down, loverboy!” which made you laugh.
You silently stood up and grabbed the two bags, walking towards the coach and the manager. You bowed and introduced yourself, handing them each a bento box.
When Bokuto flew out of the change room, his eyes landed on you laughing at something his coach said. Bokuto’s heart warmed at the sight. If his coach liked you, everyone in the world would like you, not that he had any doubt.
Bokuto skipped to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You paused mid-sentence, smiling at him, and then continued. Their manager laughed as she picked up a few papers.
“Your girlfriend is quite the storyteller, Bokuto.”
Bokuto's smile dropped as he heard his coach say those words. Horrified, Bokuto turned to your sheepish expression. “Please tell me you didn’t tell them that story, my love.”
Instantly, you put up your hands and shook your head. “NO! Never, ‘Taro, I would never.”
“What’s this secret story?”
You and Bokuto slowly turned and face face-to-face with Shugo Meian, Bokuto’s captain. You and Bokuto both hastily shook your heads, hands up as you spoke at the same time.
“Nothing!”
Hinata and Atsumu both grinned as their eyes met yours and you gulped.
Bokuto cleared his throat and pulled you close.
“Team, this is my s/o, Y/n!” You smiled and bowed. The team all smiled at you, bowing their heads.
You saw Hinata eye the bags by your feet and you gasped. “I forgot! I, uh, made some food for all of you! I didn’t know what everyone liked so I made a bit of everything.”
The team all thanked you as you handed each one of them a bento box. You smiled and laughed and conversed with everyone with ease, and Bokuto watched you with adoring eyes.
He stood a few steps away from you, giving you space as you got to know his teammates. He stood with his arms crossed, a soft smile on his face.
He loved you so much.
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target (msby 4)
👁👁 what happens if MSBY 4 got stuck in Target after closing hours haha pure brainrot (some osamei if you squint real hard)
the chaos beginsー
genre: sfw, crack
cw: cursings
wc: 1.2k
It was Atsumu's idea to get a midnight snack from Target while they were having a friendly in the states (thanks to Iwaizumi). He’s been blabbering non-stop about THE Target of America since the MSBY team got the match offer. Being the chaotic himbo duo, Bokuto and Hinata thought Tsumu was really cool for knowing shits about the US (we all know he saw only the target vine once).
Sakusa wasn’t impressed the slightest and thought it was a dumb idea and just wanted to feel the new, fresh cleaned hotel sheets asap but how could he? Especially not after seeing Hinata’s eyes, filled with the wonders of the awesomeness of the American experience.
“Cmon Omi-kun~ dya know that they don’t have antibacterial soap?”
Sakusa was SHOOK. He needs to see this with his own eyes. How can there be no such thing?
After getting direction and a few snacks recommendations from Iwaizumi, they went off to the nearest Target from their hotel. It was about a 15-minute walk there. What Iwaizumi forgot to tell them is that Target closes a bit earlier than Walmart. waaaayyy earlier. But he trusts them. They’re not THAT dumb and besides, Sakusa is following them. At least we got some brain cells in the pack. Boy how he underestimated them. The four of them entered the 3-story corner lot Target. They took the trolley and started to wander off to the food section.
They tried to find Eggo and Pop Tarts as Iwaizumi told them but then Bokuto spotted Cheetos and instantly grabbed them without a breath to spare. Hinata was wandering around the aisle and just crossing the breakfast section, his eyes widened. He tugs Bokuto’s shirt.
“Bokuto-san! THEY HAVE OREO CEREALS HERE!!!”
Bokuto gasps. And then their eyes wandered the 5 tiers of cereals stretching the aisle. Fruity Loops, Honey Oats, KRAVE!!! They thought the chips were hard but CEREALS WERE EVEN HARDER. Hinata dumps the Oreo cereal into the trolley.
“Hey guys, since Target is HUGE, wanna play hide and seek?”
Tsumu texted the group chat. A notification lighted up from the group
Omi-omi: Are you a kid?
BOKUTO: I SAW TENTS! I CALLED DIBS!!!
Tsumu: what's the point then if we know where you are? Loser gonna buy winners snacks until we go back
Tsumu tried to reel in Omi. Saving money and having Tsumu as an errand boy? Nothing sparks the fire in Sakusa’s eyes than that.
“Fine.”
He replied. By the time Tsumu began begging Omi to play, Hinata and Bokuto already off to find the spots and left Tsumu and Omi to decide which of them would be the seeker.
Omi-omi: Since it was your idea, try to find us then
Tsumu has no objections. He said exactly the clock hits 9PM, the hunt begins. What sheer dumb luck befalls on the time.
Tsumu wanders around since he has 6 minutes. He tries to find what Iwa asked.
“How tf should I know what a Tostitos looks like”.
The timer buzzed, the hunt begins. As Tsumu slides the timer off, the lamp turned off as well. He was weirded out. He thought his phone could control the lights. In awe, his brain cells connected: “shit its closing time”. He speed-dialed Osamu and screams
“SAMU I'M STUCK IN TARGET HELP ME OUT”
“How am I supposed to help. I’m in Japan ya idiot. Get out yourself.”
What Osamu forgot was that he’s Facetiming Meian on his laptop. He picked up the call and put it on speaker but Meian heard it.
“WHAT THE FUCK ATSUMU”
Meian screamed but Osamu didn't tell him about Meian to Atsumu so he hung up immediately. Tsumu was bewildered. Was that the capt voice just now? Capt with his brother? Oh God. He texted the group fast but his battery is down to 6% after the call. He cant use the flashlight or else he can't get to anyone.
Hinaaataaaa: AHDUS!/),7/‘-$;&shdjsj HMWAYBHAPPENED
Tsumu: calmed down Hinata, wru?
Hinaaataaaa: im at the fitting room.
BOKUTO: im at the tent outside the fitting room.
Now, only Omi left. Knowing him, he probably wanders around the cleaning supplies to see if the soap was true or not. Tsumu picks up Hinata and Bokuto and starts finding their way to Sakusa. “Atsumu-san, are we going to jail, or are we gonna live long enough to see jail before Iwaizum-san killed us?” Hinata questions. At this point, Tsumu feels jail is way safer than Iwa’s wrath.
Bokuto’s hair droops as he was sad the game didn't even start. And he lost the Fruit Loops cereal somewhere (poor baby). Omi didn't text back. Three of them just wanders around the cleaning aisle, hoping to spot the tall masked man. And there he was indeed.
Sakusa’s face was blank. There was no reaction when Hinata's phone flashes the phone onto him. Tsumu was getting worried if he had a phobia in the dark or something. Tsumu creeps in closer and shakes Sakusa’s shoulders.
“Hey Omi, ya okay?”.
Sakusa turns his head slowly to face Tsumu.
“I saw it. It was real''
Hinata was trembling and the lights went all over the place. Bokuto’s hair was straight again, shivering down his beefy back spine.
“Omi, what did you see...”
Bokuto asked. There's no ghost in America, right...? Sakusa’s eyes started to show confusion.
“The soap. They don't have it. How is this even possible...”
“Omi can ya read the situation a bit better next time?”
“I thought I might need new pants...” Hinata added.
“Omi, we’re stuck inside. Can you call captain? Since you’re the only one that has the sim card. Don't call Iwaizumi-san”
Sakusa shrugs and pulls out his phone, only to find 10 missed calls from Meian. Sakusa called their captain back and put it on speaker.
“Hey capt-“
“I LEFT YOU GUYS FOR 30 MINUTES AND THIS HAPPENED?”
Meian screams. He felt like his height is going to get shorter by day if he keeps needing to carry the chaos of the four of them.
“I’ll bring Iwa with me. Just stay near the entrance. We’ll call in and see”
They waited but before anything, they checked out the well-lit fridges to grab more food to bring back to the hotel. They searched for microwavable ones. Hinata is still scared and he was holding on to Bokuto the whole time. Bokuto pats Hinata’s back gently, trying to calm him down and there will be nothing scarier than the scariest thing he had. Kageyama’s face flashed instantly. yeah, there's nothing beating that. Sakusa’s phone vibrates again. Meian texted that the store owner is gonna come in 5. They all went back to the front door and waited.
There stood Meian and Iwa, waiting for the four dumbasses to be out of the store. They apologized to the owner and felt bad as 4 grown-ass adults got stuck inside. The owner smiled and said it's okay since they're not from around here. They hurried back along with the snacks from Target
“AAAHHH”
Tsumu screamed. Iwa turned his back and to see what's up.
“I FORGOT THE EGGOS” he screamed.
At this point, let's just say MSBY 4 became 3 whenever they went outside.
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haikyuu characters as musicians
an: hi guys. i have terrible orchestra!au brainrot. sorry in advance for the amount of screaming that's going to happen in this post. i'm including recordings of some of my favorite excerpts for each instrument. if you ever want to talk music with me, i'm always 175% down. if you'd like more of my personal headcanons, let me know as well!
characters include: sakusa kiyoomi, tendō satori, ushijima wakatoshi
warnings: none!
♛ sakusa kiyoomi; french horn
omi-omi plays french horn, no i don't take criticism. in all honesty, this was not what i was expecting to land on for sakusa. horn has a lot of water build-up when playing, so that seemed like a deterrent. however, pursuing horn as a career takes a certain type of personality. it's a difficult instrument to master, and without a levelheaded sense of self, it can really eat away at your self-esteem. younger players often jump ship early in their music careers because of the incredible amount of work it takes to become a confident player.
horn playing requires good aural skills. knowing where partials are, how things should sound, the distance between notes, all of these things are integral to becoming a competent player. sakusa doesn't like to leave things unfinished, and this would apply to any part of his music career. the ability to overcome musical shortcomings, such as extended range or difficult triple-tonguing exercises, would present a challenge; however, he would spend hours in the practice room to ensure he can perform these tasks with ease.
listening to him play is immensely satisfying. his tone is lush, warm, and intimidating all at once. there isn't a style that he can't match, whether it be intense wagner or light baroque. i imagine he plays on two separate horns: he has an everyday geyer, most likely a custom-built lewis. he also has a descant horn, probably an alexander model.
recommended listening: ♛ ♛ ♛
♛ tendō satori; flute
i know what you're thinking: kay, why? let me explain!
flute is such a versatile instrument - it has such a lovely, light sound and yet can also be mournful or intimidating. there is something just so intriguing about a flute line in an orchestra, and it's a captivating instrument.
tendō is nothing if not versatile. he's agile, a monster at guessing, and he's intimidating to play against on the court. his agility in volleyball could directly translate to his capabilities as a musician. he doesn't mind spending his time in a practice room - if it means no one will ever be able to say he's out of tune or tempo, he'll be there all day. he develops an affinity for extended technique, microtones and multiphonics making him a sought-after musician for anyone writing new age or atonal music. as a professional, he loves taking commissions from up-and-coming composers. i think he'd prefer this route of freelancing as opposed to trying to get a full-time orchestral gig.
when it comes to what he plays on, tendō amasses a monstrous collection of instruments. he particular loves his alto flute, even though it isn't composed for as frequently as the standard concert flute. he has his instruments voiced to his specifications, not minding the extra expense one bit.
recommended listening: ♛ ♛ ♛
♛ ushijima wakatoshi; bassoon
don't come for me. another one i feel like i'll have to justify forever and ever, amen.
ushijima is a powerhouse of a volleyball player. consistent, intense, unbearably confident. the makings of an outrageous bassoonist, to be honest. like horn, it's another instrument that has beginners fleeing for the hills. however, ushijima cultivated his musical skills quite easily, never straying away from learning theory or working on his aural skills. from a young age, he was listening to recordings from major symphonies: berlin, chicago, san francisco, london, saito kinen.
diligent in all things, he learned reed-making at an early age, not struggling with the meticulous task. ushijima simply did what was necessary to become the best. he never got nervous in masterclasses - someone listening to him was never enough to make him question his capabilities.
i can almost guarantee that ushiwaka got a really, really prestigious orchestra job. i can see it. i know he plays in vienna during his prime, i just know it.
now i don't know enough about bassoon to know what type he'd play on. however my wallet cries for any bassoon player because i know how expensive my own instrument is, and most bassoons are at least double that price. woof.
recommended listening: ♛ ♛ ♛
#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu#sakusa headcanons#ushijima hcs#tendou headcanon#ushijima wakatoshi#atsumu miya#tendou satori#haikyuu!!#i may or may not have a problem#ushiwaka playing rite of spring?#le swoon
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Imagination
plot: Halloween with Kiyoomi Sakusa
genre: fluff, crack
warnings: sorta creepy
wc: 6.3k (went a bit overboard sorry lol)
A/N:
- This is collab from our server @babythotshq. See others spoofy stories from our server here.
- I’m posting another halloween fic later, sum Semi fluff. lmk if u wanna be tagged
- Thank you so much @newfriendjen for the betaread and @aomineavenue for that idea u gave me ehe
- Sakusa brainrot
Nothing beats the spirit of Halloween, the best holiday ever invented. Ghost stories, people in costumes, haunted houses, scary movies, everything about this holiday — you love and welcome them all. Last year, your Halloween adventure was you and your friends trying to make a documentary (actually it was just you hogging the camera and tripping your friends that you’re seeing apparitions) in an abandoned building.
But the highlight of that Halloween wasn’t that. It was meeting Sakusa. Albeit how sweet that sounds, the whole of it was honestly ridiculous.
A year ago, you and your coworkers agreed to join the Halloween party at the club near your office. You drew lots on what will be the theme of each person’s costume in the office. The person whose costume fits their theme the most gets a prize. When you got “something unexpected” at the draw, you were thrilled at all the possibilities your imagination could think of.
But then work fucked you up until you barely had any time left. You only had less than 48 hours to come up with an award-winning costume. As you’re scrunching for your work deadlines, you look around for possible costume inspirations. And voila, your eyes landed on that certain object near your monitor.
You laughed your head off when you pictured what you’d look like.
At the club at the night of the Halloween party, it was expected to have most people in costume. No one gave anyone a second look for being all dressed up.
Except for you.
When you entered the bar, people were staring. You made your way to your colleagues, uttering your excuse mes and sorrys to the people you bumped. Once your officemates saw you, they guffawed simultaneously. You were wearing white boots, surgical , a light blue long-sleeve top, and black short shorts. On top of the long-sleeve top and shorts was a white box hanging inches just below your thighs which made it look like a box dress. Printed on the front of the box dress was “GERMINATOR. Kill 99.9% germs” complete with its logo. At the back of it was the product’s information. It even had an improvised pump on your head. On your bare thighs was a holster holding sanitizers instead of guns.
You twirled in front of your colleagues and they all gave you a round of applause.
You were so stressed out with work that you drank your heart out before the party even began to reach its peak. Your nearing drunk ass was letting loose when your back collided with someone and you nearly tripped.
It was a guy with white streaks on his hair that was held up by gel or wax. He gasped as he took in your appearance. “Miss! Please come with me.” The guy didn’t really give you a choice when he grabbed your wrist and dragged your tipsy self to wherever.
“Omi-kun! I brought you someone.” He said while he hid you behind him.
“Really, Bo-kun? You think he’d be interested in anyone from here?” You heard someone say despite the noise. The guy who just hauled you there moved away to reveal that certain someone, aka you. You went with the flow and gave them a curtsy while your vision started to sway a bit.
You easily distinguished who he’s with since they’re all wearing the same yellow jacket. “What are you s’ppsed to be? A boy band or somethin?” you asked but no one answered.
You are met with different reactions. Two of them dropped their jaws. One had a wide smile on his face, obviously proud of finding you. Then, there was this guy you couldn’t make out because he was wearing a face mask. After recovering from their shock, the three men looked at the one who wore a face mask.
The guy with white streaks turned to you and said, “I’m Bokuto,” referring to himself. “That’s Hinata,” he pointed out to the shortest guy in orange hair. “Miya, “ the blonde one said, then grabs the face masked-guy who has a stiff frown on his half-visible face. “And this,” he pushed the face-mask man in front of you, “is Sakusa.” Everyone looked so entertained and so amused, except for the one directly in front of you. But you don’t acknowledge the somber aura coming from him. You like being the source of entertainment, especially for this event.
“Oh you unsanitary boys! You can call me,” you grab two sanitizers dramatically from your holster and pose like a sailor scout, except weirder. You couldn’t even tell how you exactly posed your arms in the air, you just let the alcohol do the work. As a finishing touch to the pose, you winked and announced, “Germinator-chan!!!”
At that, Miya spilled the drink he was about to take while Bokuto put his hands on his hips as they both laughed uncontrollably. Hinata walked beside … what was his name again? You’ll just continue calling him face-mask man. “You look so cool, Germinator-chan!!” Hinata beamed at you while scanning your whole look. “We should’ve dressed up as well,” he added with a slight pout.
Ah. Sakusa it was.
Miya ,who was still laughing his heart out, put an arm around Sakusa, “My, my, Omi-kun,” he paused to chuckle, “We’ve found yer dream girl!” Sakusa tried to shrug Miya’s arm off of his shoulder. “Please don’t touch me.”
Bokuto came closer as well and spoke to Sakusa, “Are you still leaving? Germinator-chan can keep you clean.”
“Of course I’m still leaving. I shouldn’t even have come in this germ-infested place” he said and was about to saunter off towards the exit. Before he could even pass you by, you block his path and extend your arms.
“Germ, you say? I got you,” you said while you poised your sanitizers in place, ready to give him some if he extends his hands to you. You find no shame in how flippant you seemed. This is what Halloween parties are all about. You, yourself, are having fun even if you don’t entirely grasp why they’re teasing the guy. He probably has a cold and wants to avoid too many people.
You weren’t expecting it, but Sakusa held out his hands. You thought he was just going to ignore your antics because he seemed annoyed. You heard him mumble something, but because of the music and his face mask, you didn’t hear it.
“Sorry, what?!”
He comes a bit closer, close enough for you to notice how he’s not as serious as he was before. More so, he looked pleased. Since half of his face is covered, all your attention went to his eyes, and at this proximity, you became aware how pretty they actually looked. Or maybe you’re already drunk and he’s just too close.
“Thanks, miss,” he uttered softly.
“BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! You’re perfect for each other!” Bokuto’s laugh drew your attention away from Sakusa.
“Before you leave, Omi-san. Can we take pictures with you, Germinator-chan?” Hinata asks with his phone already on his hand.
“Ah yes yes, Shoyo-kun. Clever idea.” The Miya guy said with a widespread grin on his face. Once again, they all gathered around Sakusa. You joined them with silly poses as they took several selfies with you. The three of them were obviously having fun while Sakusa’s expression was the same in all the photos. Even with the face mask, you could tell. He’s pissed. As soon as they put the phone down, he was on the move again.
“Wait, Omi-kun!” Miya stopped him once more. Sakusa looked like a vein was gonna pop on his temple. Maybe you just imagined him being pleasant a while ago.
“We’re letting ya leave, don’t worry.” Miya smirked prior to adding, “after ya take pictures with Germinator-chan.” You see Sakusa’s shoulders slump in defeat. But you didn’t feel bad for him at all. In fact, you also wanted to keep on teasing him.
As they snap pictures, you kept on doing superhero poses with your costume. Sakusa’s impassiveness doesn’t bother you one bit. You kept on flailing around him while they took pictures. When they had their fill, they said their goodbyes as Sakusa walked away without even looking back.
“Byeee. Stay germ-free!” You half-shouted as he already gained some distance away from you and the three men. When he reached the exit, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned on your heel and saw Miya offering you a drink. “You, Germinator-chan, are fucking awesome.” The three boys wore big smiles on their faces which you reciprocated. You bowed as acknowledgment to the compliment and took the offered liquor. You gulped a significant amount before excusing yourself “Bye boyysss.” You head back to your coworkers, faltering on every step of the way.
Two days after that Halloween party, life went on. You regret drinking so much that night. You barfed like crazy when you got home and you had a massive hangover the morning after so you had to take the following day off. Since everyone in your office knew why you had to be absent the previous day, they made you do additional work that day.
You’re a Lifestyle writer, but the Sports department needed another person today. They weren’t able to do the interview for some players the week before so you’re needed to do the last set of interviews. You don’t really know anything Sports-related. They just gave you a list of the people you’re going to interview and the questionnaire for them to answer. The most you could do is follow up on their answers. You looked at the names to be interviewed.
Shion Inunaki
Kiyoomi Sakusa
Shoyo Hinata
You don’t know why, but the names were awfully familiar. You shrugged it off. Maybe you just saw some articles about them from the Sports department.
You arrived at the gymnasium and went straight to their manager, stating that you were scheduled there to interview some players for your magazine. You took your seat at the sides and waited. The first interview with Inunaki went smoothly. When you’re done with him, he called the next guy and got back to their practice.
Upon seeing the next interviewee, you stare intently at him for he looked incredibly familiar, you just had to remember where you met him. Black, curly hair that framed his face nicely. Two moles located right above his right eyebrow. Sharp, serious eyes. But something’s off. Something at the back of your head knows that you’ve seen his face, but something’s amiss.
Face mask. He wasn’t wearing his face mask.
Sakusa.
Drunken memories came rushing down to your sober mind. You even heard your frilly voice saying Germinator-chan!!
You looked down and fixed your glasses as an attempt to hide your face. You cleared your throat and deepened your talking voice so that he wouldn’t perceive any resemblance you may have with what you looked like two nights ago.
You started the interview and took down notes more keenly than you should, just so you wouldn’t meet his gaze. From your peripheral, you saw him trying to get a better look at your face.
“Excuse me, have we met somewhere?” he said after answering a question from your list. You smile thriftly and shake your head. “I don’t think so.” He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press on.
‘Kami-sama, I swear to take care of myself and not contaminate my precious body with alcohol. Just let me go through this unnoticed. I’m begging you,’ you prayed silently.
Fortunately, the interview ended with Sakusa not figuring out who you were. When the last interviewee sat down, a pair of bright hazel eyes stared at you with glee.
“GERMINATOR-CHAN!” Hinata yelled while pointing at you happily. It echoed in the whole gymnasium and how awfully lucky you were, everyone was on break. You felt everyone’s eyes on you. Not long after, you’re crowded by not only the four boys you met that fateful night, but everyone else in the team.
“Wow. This is the Germinator-chan?” A player you didn’t know asked.
Apparently, Miya shared the pictures to every single one on the team. Inunaki joined their fun and tapped the back of Sakusa. “Real nice, Sakusa-san!” You heard a familiar voice and found Miya beside Sakusa. “Well, well, Omi-kun. Her alter-ego’s real pretty.” The taunts were focused on Sakusa, but you felt like sinking on your seat that moment.
“Um!!” You got all their attention. “Sorry, but can I finish my interview with Hinata-kun first?” You smiled as professionally and as nice as you could. They all uttered light apologies and dispersed back on the court. You resumed with the interview as fast as you could. You thanked Hinata and their manager and semi-sprinted out of the court when you had the chance. No way you’re gonna get hounded by any MSBY member again.
The exit was just a few steps away and finally, you can rest easy. You let out a breath of relief when you reached outside with no problem.
“Germinator-chan.”
You yelp from the sudden voice behind you. You slowly turn around to confirm if it was who you thought it was. And behold, it really was Sakusa Kiyoomi. You twiddled with your fingers while thinking of what you should say. You didn’t want to apologize for your behavior the other night. You liked having fun and going crazy. You saw nothing wrong with that. You didn’t do anything inappropriate. It’s just that you didn’t think you’d see any of those men right when you’re working.
He walked towards you until you were face to face. Without his face mask, you end up staring at his whole profile that was partially hidden that night. He must’ve been really sick to want to cover such an attractive face.
“What brand of sanitizer did you use?” You blink twice from the confusion. “What?” you ask dumbfoundedly. “That night. The sanitizer you gave me felt nice. Did it have 70% isopropyl alcohol?” You couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you cause his face is dead serious. That’s when you figured it out.. The face mask, the early escape from the crowd, attention to disinfectant — he was a clean freak.
“Umm. I-Uh.. I’m not really sure. I didn’t really check,” you said, then laughed nervously.
“Do you want some recommendations?”
“Huh?” You felt like an idiot for not fully grasping what he was talking about. If you weren’t staring so hard, you wouldn’t have noticed it, but something broke his stoic expression when his eyes averted your gaze for a second. He looked a bit unsure.
“I can help you choose a good sanitizer...and stuff.”
The smile that broke in your face was wide and it hurt your cheeks. You’ve been asked out several times, but that. That was unlike any other you’ve ever heard. It was so weird. It was the kind of weird that appeared so charming to you.
You just had to go out with him.
A year after that, you find yourself in his apartment to celebrate Halloween. Originally, you wanted to go to that Halloween party again, but no matter how much you pouted, begged, and pestered him, the answer was a big, fat no.
This is your most-awaited holiday of the year. There’s no way you’re missing out on Halloween activities with him. So days prior to this, you brainstormed on what activities you could do with him.
Haunted House? Dirty.
Abandoned buildings? Dirtier.
Street Parties? Crowded.
Ouija Board? You’re scared something will actually happen.
Zombie run? Dirty and crowded.
You almost gave up until you remembered your vast collection of untouched horror movies, documentaries, and series that you didn’t have the time to watch because of work. You instantly texted Sakusa if that was okay with him.
Okay
You’ve never been so glad to read a four-lettered text after receiving a constant n-o, no to all your suggestions. Finally. FINALLY, you came up with something you two could do.
Halloween weekend came and you both decided on Sakusa’s apartment to do the movie marathon. You keep shifting in your seat from excitement. Tonight, you get the opportunity to watch some of your hoarded horror pieces, and much better, you’re watching it with Sakusa.
“Is there anything you’d like to watch in particular?” you ask him with your eyes still glued on the screen, browsing your bought movies. He moves closer to you and slouches so he can better see his options.
If Sakusa will be honest, he’s not really a fan of horror. He doesn’t see the point of scaring oneself from something that is make-believe. So he’s not that enthusiastic about it.
But you were.
If watching freakish movies makes you happy, then okay. Out of all your ideas this year, this is the only one he can tolerate. He knows how dedicated you are in celebrating this event. Last year was already a solid proof of that.
“Don’t you get scared by watching that stuff?” He’s looking at you but your focus is on the screen as you scroll down. “I do. But that’s the point!” You squeal from excitement. He still can’t wrap his head around the whole concept, but he’s willing to indulge you.
“Do you get scared by these?” you peel your eyes away from the TV and shift your attention to him.
He shrugs indifferently. “Not really,” was his answer even though he still hasn’t watched a full length horror film. He just couldn’t imagine how a fictional work could potentially frighten him.
“Okay. Let’s go with something light since the night is still young,” you said, then clicked on some movie that he didn’t catch the title of. You huddled closer to him. You tuck your knees in and hug your legs as the movie starts.
You’re so elated that you don’t notice the tug in the corner of his mouth as he studies your face. He asked you out on a whim because that day, he didn’t really have the time to think twice. He wasn’t sure if he’d see you again. If he’d been honest, he thought you were all over the place when he first saw you. He didn’t usually find that appealing, but he couldn’t deny that you looked so cute as Germinator-chan, especially with your eyes twinkling in glee as you offered him that sanitizer.
Even though asking you out wasn’t a well-thought of idea, he made the right decision. He didn’t need to match up to your outgoing personality. You never made him feel that he wasn’t enough or that he needed to be more than himself. He never felt pressured to make you happy because you already are with whatever he gives. You’re you and he’s him, yet your relationship is more than satisfactory for both of you.
You might have noticed him gaping at you since you suddenly turned to him and raised your eyebrow. “What’re you staring for?” Your lips formed the cute smile he’s always adored.
“Nothing,” he replied more quickly than he should. He takes in your smile for one good second before shifting his gaze to the screen. The movie starts with people going to the woods for their idea of fun.
‘Ew’ he thought to himself.
As the film progresses, it gets even worse. There are body parts getting dismembered. It’s so bad when someone’s arm was severed, blood splattered all over the place. He unconsciously grips your thigh to ground himself. You don’t notice this since you shrieked happily at the scene. You were even clapping your hands.
“Yeeess! Cut those arms, dude.”
He couldn’t believe you found this fun. He couldn’t bear to look at the mutilated body parts, even if it was just on screen. He just looked away until he thought it was safe for his eyes again. That’s what he’ll do every time there’s a bloody clip.
After a while, you finally sense that his hand was clutching your thigh because of the gradual increase of force he unknowingly put behind it.
“Kiyoomi?” You look at your boyfriend whose face is now drained of color. “Oh no. What’s wrong?!” Your full attention is now on him despite the film still rolling.
Your face is a pile of concern. A while ago, he was painfully uncomfortable in your choice of movie, but seeing your once cheery facade get all worried cause he couldn’t take the blood made him feel bad. You already adjusted your Halloween plans for him. He can at least try harder to get through this movie.
He gently shakes his head. “I’m okay. Don’t mind me. Let’s keep watching.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to do it if you’re not okay with it.” It was very like you to look out for him and adjust to him, even at your own expense. You’re easygoing, loud, fun, and everything he’s not - that included messy and clumsy. Despite that, you accepted his needs and boundaries without any qualms.
He removes his grip from your thigh and wraps his arm around you.
“I’m really fine, sweetheart.”
Your face lights up at his endearment, completely melting away the worry you had a while ago.
Now, he just needs to pin it on his mind that the thing isn’t real and he can survive the night.
However, it proved to be more difficult than he imagined when the scenes keep getting messier, bloodier, and dirtier. He keeps on focusing on your entertained face to distract himself from the screams and the sound of blood splashing and gushing.
From the short moments that he was able to glance at the screen, he can tell that the movie is reaching its climax already. He decided that he’s going to keep his eyes on the screen starting from now, just to fulfill your wish of him actually watching with you.
A few minutes into it and he was starting to feel sick. He gets nauseous when someone's head is crushed by a rock. Unable to continue, he pulls you closer and leans his forehead on your shoulder with his eyes closed.
You immediately notice him wavering and quickly turn off the television. You cup his cheeks and brush away the curls blocking his face. He opens his eyes and looks at you weakly.
“Sorry, we were almost done… but the blood was too much,” he confessed defeatedly.
“No, no, no. I should’ve realized that it would make you uneasy.” You felt guilty for not figuring it out sooner. You’ve been with him for a year now. You should’ve put two and two together.
“Let’s do something else. What do you wanna do?”
“We can watch another scary film. Just less blood.” He suggested a compromise. He won’t let you do all the adjusting this time. He’s getting fed up with himself being coddled by you all the time.
“Swear to me that you’ll let me know if it gets too much.” Your tone was serious.
“I swear Germinator-chan,” he says monotonously but you catch the humor behind it. This is Sakusa afterall. Because you’re used to his non-expressive self, you’ve gotten used to the intricate details of how he conveys his emotion.
You couldn’t help but smile while rolling your eyes back to the screen. You choose a more recent movie that’s a sequel to a very famous horror franchise you’ve been following. It was perfect because it was just plain creepy and scary without the gore.
You make yourselves comfortable again. Around twenty minutes into the film, there's no one who’s body parts are missing from their bodies. You’ve been keeping an eye on him. Thankfully, it seems like he’s calmed down now that he’s leaning on the couch with the color back on his face. He looks focused on the movie that was playing. With that, you are able to relax and do the same.
The calm was short-lived though. This movie is quite distinct from the last one. The previous film was chaotic and fun (for you). Now, the room is drowning in ominous music as you wait for the next jumpscare to happen. But it doesn’t. It leaves you at the edge of your seat when you tortuously wait for it to come. The eerie background music stops without any sign of the demonic ghost showing up. You finally let out the breath you were holding in your chest.
That is until you see something in the corner of the screen. It was hazy and it looks like it’s just part of the background. You fixate your eyes on the imagery while you feel a familiar dread rising in your throat. You want to make sure that it was nothing. You squeeze Sakusa’s knee while leaning a bit towards the screen to get a better look.
When you find that you’re close enough, the screen completely turns black, but only for a millisecond. It pops back up to reveal the same background you were looking at earlier. Only now, the thing you were closely looking at was not there anymore. You don’t know what to expect as there’s only silence.
In a blink of an eye, the object of your focus was revealed. A woman’s face occupied the whole screen. She had blood-shot eyes wide as saucers accompanied by an inhuman grin that spread too wide, making her face look unholy.
“SHIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!”
Your reflexes kick in. You use the hand you have on Sakusa’s knee to propel yourself and launch yourself to him. Both your hands find their way on his chest, clutching tight the fabric over it. You bury half your face on his chest and close your eyes.
“Is she gone?” Before he even answers, you open one eye cautiously and peek at the screen to see if it was safe to look again. You see that the scene is cut to a crowd with mundane music. You exhale heavily. You loosen your grip on his shirt and look up to him with a sheepish smile.
“I thought you’re used to this.” He remarks inquisitively while looking confused as to why you were so frightened when you were the one who suggested the horror marathon.
“Do you watch this stuff when you’re alone?” He asked further.
“Of course not. I live alone. I might not get any sleep if I watch some by myself.” You giggle. “And it’s more fun to watch with others.” You let go of your grip on him and go back to how you were previously sitting.
The movie went on with several more screams from you. You begin to feel Sakusa tensing up. You notice how intense he’s leaning on the couch. It’s like he doesn’t want any space behind him from the way he pushed his back to the cushioned backrest and seized the armrest with his right limb. His other hand was holding yours rigidly. Like him, you also start to be agitated as the appearances of haunted apparitions become clearer and more frequent.
It came to point that you were kneeling on the couch and had your arms around him. You have no control on how tight you were holding on to him. You’re pretty sure you were squishing his cheeks sometimes, but you don’t hear anything from him. He seems to be immersed in the story as well because you can feel him flinch and jerk at jumpscares. At the turning point of the movie, it was basically a screamfest held by you.
Seems like you blew his ear off since he tugged you to sit back down. Still, he doesn’t say anything and encloses an arm around you instead. You respond accordingly and use his embrace as your cover.
When the movie ends, you breathe a sigh of relief, which is followed by a laugh and an applause.
“That was so good!” Your eyes are beaming brightly from satisfaction. “Right?” You turn to him to see his reaction.
He has a faint smile on his face, then nods twice. “I didn’t expect you’d be that jumpy,” he said. You scratch your head while laughing embarrassedly. When you settled down, you just found yourselves staring at each other. The thick restlessness from the scary film was gone, replaced by something intimately familiar to both of you.
He makes the first move. He gently cups your cheek and lets it linger momentarily while his eyes shimmer with tenderness as they remain on yours. Some people, namely your coworkers, found it weird that someone like you is dating Sakusa. According to them, you’re a firecracker while he was a defective explosive that only lights up when playing volleyball.
But they’re wrong.
They just don’t know that this Sakusa in front of you exists. He has his own ways of letting you know how much he cares. They were quiet gestures that spoke loudly and exclusively for you. And yes, you are a chaotic bundle of energy, so there were many days that even you, yourself overwhelm yourself. But he gives you peace that nothing or no one else has provided you.
So when he leans closer to capture your lips, you immediately melt to him.
What started out as an affectionate kiss begins to heat up when he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. Then, he grazes his tongue on your lower lip before biting it gently. To hell with your coworkers. He’s nowhere near a defective explosive when he makes you burn up like this.
You want to feel him more, so you take the lead and straddle him. You grind your hips against his crotch and cover his mouth with yours. You’re getting eager to touch his bare skin so you pull up his shirt which reveals his toned chest and abs that made you drool. Best perk of dating a pro athlete. You look down a bit to relish the sight of him topless.
“Um. Can you tie your hair?”
“I washed my hair right before we watched. It’s clean.” You don’t look back at him and continue trailing your palm down on his abs.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?” You still keep your eyes on his torso while biting your lips.
“You’re like the demon lady with your hair down like that when you look down.”
You snap your head back up and find him clearly avoiding looking at you. You try to imagine what he’s thinking - the demon lady on his lap and is about to do the nasty with him. You throw your head back and roar from laughter.
“You have quite the imagination, you know that?” you tell him with your eyes still twinkling from amusement.
“You looked like her for a minute,” he insisted. You click your tongue while shaking your head. “Too bad, Omi. I don’t have my hairtie with me.” You get off from his lap and sit beside him. “Let’s watch a documentary instead?” He only replies with a nod.
“Sorry.I tried, but I can’t unsee it.”
“It’s fine.” You giggle and kiss him on the cheek. “I don’t want you having nightmares of me as the demon lady.”
You grab the remote and put on a ghost-sighting documentary while he puts on his shirt back. It fell flat compared to the other two that previously went on, but you did not change it. You gave it a chance. Maybe there’s something interesting about it.
….
Sakusa woke up with the TV already displaying its screen saver. Before he passed out, he recalls you were starting to get drowsy with your eyes hazy while leaning on his shoulder. He doesn’t remember when, but he must’ve fallen asleep.
Not realizing that there was no weight resting on him, he looked beside him.
You weren’t there.
That was odd. If you moved to the bedroom, you would have woken him up. He blinks a few times to clear his vision before scanning the corners of this room from his seat. His only source of light was the one emanating from the screen, but that should be enough to get even just an outline of your figure.
But there was no sign of you, just the darkness engulfing the inanimate objects in the room.
“Y/n?” He called out, but there was no response.
He grabs the remote and turns off the TV. On the slight chance that you are already in his bed, he walks to his bedroom.
The cool metal of the doorknob wakes his senses. He’s suddenly more wary of everything around him. Because he wanted to reduce the accumulation of dust in his place, he did not place any unnecessary object that can cause dirt. That made his place look spacious and wide. It was only now that he became aware of the vast empty spaces on his back.
Yet despite the seeming emptiness, it feels like something is occupying the place, lurking in the vacant arrays of his home.
A sudden breeze grazes his nape.
‘It’s nothing. It’s usually cold this time of the year.’ He told himself even though he could feel the chill creeping up on his spine.
He hurriedly turns the doorknob and opens the door, only to reveal an empty bed and an empty room. You aren’t there. He’s about to shut the door when the curtains suddenly fly softly at its hems. Yeah. It’s definitely windier than usual.
He closes the door and moves towards the bathroom. The lights are off in it, but you sometimes don’t turn it on when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. You don’t like sudden bright lights. Although when you do that, you usually leave the door open.
The bathroom door is shut. His hand was ready to knock when he saw a shadow from his peripheral. He wanted to ignore it, but his trained eye caught the figure. He harshly spun to see what it was.
Nothing.
It was nothing. The deafening silence augmented the dread that was starting to consume his being. He can feel the tips of his fingers get colder, his skin prickling from goosebumps, his throat getting dryer.
“You’re just imagining things,” he uttered to himself to quell his nervousness. He enjoyed the movie earlier, but he didn’t think it would get in his head.
He turns back around to the door and knocks three times. No answer. He knocks again, louder this time. Where the hell are you? It wasn’t like you to leave without saying anything.
He heads for the kitchen to get some water, hoping that it can erase the uneasiness on his mind and body. Then he’ll call your phone as a last resort.
When he makes his turn at the corner of the living room leading to the kitchen, his breath gets suspended in the air at the sight.
A woman who’s looking down stood in front of him. He’s never seen something so sinister. Her black pupils occupy the whole of her eyes. Her hair is down and framed her face in a perfect V shape.
“FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” His thick scream broke the stillness of his apartment while stumbling a few steps back. It was followed by the woman’s screechy wail as she looked up to him.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her hair falls a few inches away from her cheeks, giving him a clearer view of her face. It was not a haunted apparition.
It was you!
Now that he looks closely, your eyes were actually normal. It’s just that it was so dark and your eyelids were half closed so it seemed like your eyes were a complete block of black.
When the two of you stopped exchanging screams, it was you who recovered first. He was still frozen in place with terrified eyes. “Oh Kiyoomi.” You put your arms around him and dipped your head on the crook of his neck. Your relieved heaving quickly bubbled into tittering as you realized how stupid you two must’ve seemed.
You put a gentle hand on his face and looked at him. He’s still a bit shaken, but he meets your gaze. “I called for you. Why didn’t you answer?”
“I got a voice call from one of my editors so I was listening intently.”
“Why here?”
“I was getting water when I opened the message.”
“Were you in the living room just now?”
You frown at him. “No…. well actually, maybe? I was spaced out while walking when I realized I didn’t really get the water I came for. So I immediately went back to the kitchen.”
The breath he exhales is deep, but you feel his shoulders loosen up from it. “You didn’t even see that TV was already off and I wasn’t there anymore?” His tone was a bit irritated.
“I was preoccupied with what my editor said.” You pout.
His demeanor softens up. He takes your hand off from his cheek and holds it tenderly. “Let’s just get to bed already.”
When you two lie down, you’re surprised that he’s spooning you. He never does. He doesn’t like your hair touching his face, even though you tell him that you’ve thoroughly cleaned it. Usually, you are the big spoon, which was weird because he’s way too huge for you, or you position yourself a bit lower so that your cheeks are on his chest and you aren’t obstructing his face.
“Next year, let’s go to that Halloween party instead. I’ll dress up in a PPE so no one touches me.“ He says in your ear while his arm snakes around your waist.
“Hmm. I dunno. I quite like this to be honest.” You hold the arm he has around you and snuggled closer. Yep. You’d rather have this.
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#bbthots#spoofythots#sakusa x reader#sakusa fluff#sakusa scenarios#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x you#imagination
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The Mankai members playing musical chairs
idk brainrot dump......... long post
Kazunari came up with the idea, with Taichi backing him up, saying it was a “bonding experience for everyone outside their troupes”
In the beginning, the only ones who chose to play were Sakuya, Citron, Tenma, Muku, Misumi, Kumon, Taichi and Homare (Kazunari was in charge of the music and recording everything)
Sakuya, Citron, Muku, Kumon and Taichi were genuinely interested in the game
Misumi was promised a triangle from the loser if he wins
Tenma joined only because Sakuya did and he didn’t want to seem like he didn’t want to participate in a “bonding experience” in front of another leader (yeah sure Tenten)
Homare came in the courtyard to see what was happening since he heard laughter and music
While the music was playing Kazunari explained musical chairs and, when he stopped the music, Homare joined in and bolted to a chair, unceremoniously pushing Citron to the ground in the process
After some time of playing, Juza, Banri and Tsuzuru came in the courtyard to see what was happening and were invited to play
Tsuzuru was forced to play by the others, Juza was invited by Kumon and Muku, and Banri...
Tenma: Come on Banri-san, join us
Banri: I’m not going to play this stupid game
Muku and Kumon: Come on Ju-chan/nii-chan, come play!!!
Juza: Okay
Banri: Kazunari bring another chair, the king is joining this ruthless battle
The other adults plus Masumi, Yuki and Azami had their level of reluctance, but by the time the evening came by, the only one not playing was Matsukawa, who was put in charge of playing and stopping the music
The playlist was made the night before by Masumi, who wanted to impress the director with his playlist making skills
Yuki joined only because he wanted "to make the hack lose through his own power" (*offended tsundere noises*) and Azami wanted to make sure he was there when Sakyo looses (*offended father figure noises*)
The ones who won the most games were Chikage, Misumi, Omi and Tasuku
Chikage and Misumi are very fast at getting on their chairs, and Omi and Tasuku are too buff and accidentally knocked a lot of kids off their chairs (to the point where they were banned from playing for a few games)
Muku had a few almost wins because he kept accidentally pushing people off of their chairs, but he always apologized and quit the game out of shame
Tsumugi let a lot of the kids win, whenever he was going to a chair and saw a kid approaching he'd back away and pretend he wasn't fast enough
(Can you imagine Kumon, Taichi or even Tenma's smugh faces when they would win against a /troupe leader/, Tasuku just sighs, with Hisoka sleeping at his feet)
Juza and Banri were the most competitive out of everyone, and they always ended up looking something like this
this video inspired this whole mess ahahaha I'm nowhere near sorry
The last game was the most intense, even though no one really knew it was the last one
After a few rounds, the only omes standing were Banri, Juza, Chikage, Sakyo, Tasuku, Hisoka, Homare and Azuma
Matsukawa stopped the music and everyone rushed to a chair, and of course Banri amd Juza went for the same chair
These two took a seat on the same chair and started fighting over it
They moved so much that one of the legs broke
Both of them grabbed the chairs/people next to them, and in a matter of seconds, everyone was falling on the ground domino style
Not only that, but Sakyo ended up with both Homare and Azuma on top of him, which made him furiously put a stop to the whole thing
And chase around the mischevious pair with the broken leg of the chair, yelling for Sakoda to come and bring those handcuffs to him again
Kazunari recorded the whole thing and he teases Banri, Juza and Sakyo with it from time to time
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haikyuu characters as jenna marbles videos pt.1
giving my boyfriend a brazilian blowout + MSBY’s reaction
well... welcome to my brainrot-- LMFAO i don’t know why one day i decided to make this a thing... but HERE IT IS!! AHAHAAH i have a few parts in the making so i hope you’ll all enjoy it! later down the road when multiple parts are posted i’ll put them into a masterlist! these are more loosely based on the videos but trying to keep the energy with who i pair them with!!
ps. thanks for so much love on the aone headcanon 🥺 it rly made me all warm and fuzz on the inside!! i eventually want to make a lil series for him!!
pairing: gn!youtuber x sakusa
genre: fluff
warnings: time!skip stuff
it would take quite a bit of convincing, since it’s something he’s never done before (neither have you HAHAHA)
but after you told him you saw your friend do it to their boyfriend and how easy it was, he finally gave in
on the lowlow though you wanted to give him a brazilian blowout because you saw him with straight hair one(1) time and you would’ve liked to see it many more times
so now self-inserting your ulterior motives with ideas for video content, you now Needed to make this a thing
he would highkey look annoyed the entire time, but would love it at the same time because he really does enjoy spending time with you since he’s at practice all the time :(
he too puts on gloves even though he’s not touching/doing anything-- always gotta be safe you know???
makes tiny comments how if you owned a salon you would be in violation for not being clean enough
(you may have pulled his hair a bit on that one)
you make sure your application is pristine because any less than that and he would give you an earful
omi holds the end of your shirt when you’re straightening his hair as one of his little displays of affection with you
(your subscribers notice and go WILD because they think it’s so cute)
makes cute little faces as his hair whips past his eyes when you’re blow drying
when you’re finally done and it’s all straightened you just take the time to admire your masterpiece
but you purposefully turned off the monitor so he couldn’t see
so now he’s looking at you all confused
“well???? does it look bad???”
you are honestly at a loss for words because T H I S????? OOOF-- TRYNA HOLD YOURSELF FOR BARKIN AT THIS MAN
“you hate it--”
you immediately shook your head, denying his allegations because you were worlds away from hating it
you ran your fingers over his now straight soft black hair, fluffing it here and there
“to be quite frank, i think you look hot--”
he blushed real hard being caught off guard by your direct comment (as if yall havent been dating for like 2 years) but you continue to ramble on
“NOT THAT YOU DIDN’T LOOK HOT WITH YOUR CURLY HAIR-- you also look hot with your straight hair and--”
you turned the monitor back on and that’s when he finally took a peak at what you were talking about
he took his time to run his fingers across his now smooth locks, getting accustomed to the change-- you may have liked it but it was his hair after all
he would turn his head this way and that, trying to see himself at different angles
but you started to get nervous-- what if he really did hate it and he’s just being nice?
“i actually really like it.. maybe i should do it more often…”
you breathed out a sigh of relief as you nodded in agreement
the both of you purposefully arrived at their practice on the later side of early, knowing everybody would already be there warming up. you did his hair extra nice that morning, combing it up and over putting in as minimal product as possible since sakusa didn’t really like his hair feeling all crunchy. as you got closer to the entrance of the gym, you switched on your tiny vlogging camera, waving to it with a happy smile.
“hello everyone! we’re here at the black jackals practice to see how his teammates are going to react to omi’s new straight hair!”
you turned the camera over to your boyfriend as he gave a small wave. at first he was very camera shy (which was interesting to you considering that he was on the news and tv all the time) and opted out of any of your videos, but over time he learned to grow accustomed to being within your spotlight every so often.
you decided that you were going to walk in first to catch their attention and then have the man of the hour walk in a few beats later. you walked in, camera in hand, waving over to the boys as they noticed someone walk through the door.
“oi! (y/n)-san!” bokuto was the first one to wave you down before noticing your camera.
“are you filming something?” totally forgetting about why you were here without your boyfriend and focusing more on you getting his good side. you nodded your head as you laughed at his crazy antics.
“you could say that.”
“where’s omi-san?” you noticed now hinata running over to you to give you a high five.
“yeah, where is that curly haired guy?” atsumu commented. turning the camera around, you looked right into the lens as you smirked knowingly.
like clockwork, sakusa walks in mask on as usual, acting as if it was just another day. you quickly turned the camera around to the three boys, trying to hold in a laugh as you saw their shocked faces.
“OIIIII OMI-OMI! LOOK AT YER NEW HAIR!” as sakusa reached closer to the group, atsumu attempted to touch it, but he was quick to swat him away.
hinata was just standing there with his little glowing eyes as he began to flatten down his own hair to copy that of his teammate. meanwhile, bokuto let out one of his signature laughs as he slinked an arm around sakusa and patted him on the shoulder.
“it looks good on you sakusa!” he was quick to dust off bokuto’s arm, moving past him silently to put his stuff down on the bench.
“see! i told you they would like it!” they all turned back to you as you made your comment.
“is that why you were filming?” you nodded over to bokuto, now turning around so that all of you were in the frame.
“thank you for giving kiyoomi your support with his new hair!” you waved, leading everyone else to sign off before you turned off the camera.
“i am offering my services to anyone else who would like a brazilian blowout.” bokuto was about to raise his hand, but atsumu was quick to put it back down. a laugh escaped your lips, pulling your bag over your shoulder.
“alright, i’ll take my leave! have a good practice everyone!” you happily waved to them, pulling up your mask before going up to sakusa and giving him a kiss on the cheek (yes, through your mask).
“have a good practice! make sure no other girls snatch you up on your way home.”
#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#hq imagines#hq#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#kiyoomi x reader
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Random A3! headcanons
I have already uploaded a headcanon, a natsugumi one specifically, this one!
There are gonna be lots of different headcanos, maybe a ship or an LGBT one here or there so if you don’t like those, I suggest you to not read this. Also, this is more like a memo so everything is really unorganized
This is gonna be super long because I have no self-control :)
Banri punches walls when he is angry, I think I saw this on a fanfiction and I love it, it fits so well????????
Once, Chikage convinced everyone in Mankai, and when I say everyone is EVERYONE, that birds weren’t real and that they worked for the government
Taichi wears braces!!! He also has one or two pimples because of his acne, but azami helps him with them!
Aaand he is a bit tanner than the sprites in the game as well
HE HAS SHARP FANGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, I headcanon that one time Taichi went out with his friends and when he returned to the dorms he had a septum on AHSHAHAHHAH
Sakyo scolded him, but he kept it on lol
Trans Taichi, yeah that’s it (no i’m not projecting on him for the 3rd time shut uP)
Also bisexual Taichi
Kazu is an ATLA fan and one time he drew the summer troupes as benders!
You know that Kumon wants Omi to teach him to make sweets for Juza, right? Well, add Taichi and Banri in there (yeah I ship JuBanTai what about it)
This is basically canon but Kumon and Yuki go on shopping trips for accessories together! Sometimes they bring the whole troupe or Azuma and Homare because they are rich and will probably spoil them (The last part was Yuki’s idea)
Homare knows how to cook, but only carrots and noodles. Like, don’t ask him to make you a sandwich because he will probably burn the kitchen
Same with Itaru
ITARU WANTS TO DO A LAWYER THEMED PLAY SINCE HE PLAYED ACE ATTORNEY
Sakuya puts sticky notes on the members’ desks praising them for their hard work! (mostly to Tsuzuru, and he leaves some snacks for him too)
I think I’ve read this long time ago, but Tsuzuru would call Sakuya and Masumi by his little brothers’ names when he is really tired
This is practically canon but Tsuzuru and Omi are The Moms™
Kumon will help Tenma to memorize his lines, and he falls asleep in his lap while Tenma caresses his hair and- *sobs* (KyuTen brainrot yes thats me)
Kazu and Misumi go on triangle-finding dates!!!!!
AroAce Homare and ace demiromantic Yuki, yeah
Tsuzuru and Kazu had a cringe emo era (kind like those videos of people saying that Sans is their boyfriend, but less cringey, idk if that made sense)
HISOKA, HOMARE AND MISUMI USE THEY/THEM PRONOUNS OMG
HOMARE AND SUMI ALSO USE NEOPRONOUNS !!!
he/they Azuma and Kumon, also bigender Muku
Tenma names his bonsais after characters of the plays he has done with the summer troupe, like, one might be Sky, other Akiyama, etc... (when Yuki discovered, the teasing never stopped)
Tenma and Tsumugi go shopping for gardening supplies together and it’s beautiful
Muku gets super tall when he grows up and it’s amazing
When Juza entered Mankai, the summer troupe had to hold Yuki, because he almost ripped off Juza’s shoes and hit him with them
Sakoda, Taichi and Kumon are best friends, don’t @ m
I think that I said this before, but everyone in Mankai has slept with Azuma at least once
that’s it????? I don’t really have anything else lmao (I will probably add something when i finish acts 6 and 7)
#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3 headcanons#a3! actor training game#a3! sakuya#a3! masumi#a3! tsuzuru#a3! itaru#a3! citron#a3! chikage#a3! tenma#a3! yuki#a3! muku#a3! misumi#a3! kazunari#a3! kumon#a3! banri#a3! juza#a3! taichi#a3! omi#a3! sakyo#a3! azami#a3! tsumugi#a3! tasuku#a3! hisoka#a3! homare#a3! azuma#a3! guy#kyuten#a3! sakoda
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sakusa. you know you wanna talk abt them sooooo bad
How I feel about this character: i hate the fanon horny brainrot interpretation of them so bad because like, as presented he’s super interesting! like sakusa is a very minor character with a memorable character design and a shitty attitude and i love that for them. and like his interactions with others are really funny too! i really wish we got more msby content because it’s incredibly funny. also im obsessed with their meteorite speech. so true bestie
All the people I ship romantically with this character: it’s embarrassing to say because so many sakuatsu shippers are freaks but it’s so good. part of it is i project onto atsumu a little bit and just annoying the fuck out of sakusa would be so, so, so entertaining. ushisaku is good too but meh! i also think that sakuatsu would only really work post timeskip as i think mx. omi-omi needs some Therapy first.
My non-romantic OTP for this character: i think they’d get along with akaashi! also komori ofc <3 legend. also the idea that they and hinata are friends is super super cute and omi-san is just an unbelievably funny nickname
My unpopular opinion about this character: he is not sexy and he does not need to be. he is 16 for most of the manga get help
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon. MORE CONTENT gary i need it
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thinking of little omi wanting a dog but his parents tell him he has to earn it because it's a big responsibility for someone as young as he is. so, he sets up a piggy bank to save up for adoption fees. he doesn't tell his parents about it because he wants to show them when he's saved up enough money.
surely if he has the money that means he's responsible enough right?
in the following months, omi sets aside a fraction of his daily allowance to put into his piggy bank.
it's slow-going until his siblings find the piggy bank labeled with "dog savings" in omi's messy scrawl. they're so charmed by their baby brother's antics that they slip in their own spare change behind omi's back.
they never tell him of course because knowing their brother —their sweet and earnest little brother — he would want to do this on his own.
by the time omi's 10th birthday comes, his piggy bank is practically bursting at the seams. he holds it tightly in his little hands as his family sings him a happy birthday.
when it's time to blow out the candles and he has to make a wish, he lifts up the piggy bank and tells his parents how he's been saving up the past few months. that he has enough to pay for the adoption fees. that he's 10, and he's a big boy now, ready for big boy responsibilities.
"i'm responsible enough for a dog now, right?" he would then ask, eyes bright with earnest hope he tries so hard to tamp down just in case they say no. his parents would exchange surprised looks followed immediately by shaking heads and laughter. lots of laughter. omi is rightfully confused. he frowns.
are they laughing at him? the thought makes him flush in embarrassment. his dad leaves the room, still laughing. when he comes back, it's with a box that's almost a little too big for omi. the birthday cake lays forgotten, candles melted, as omi looks curiously at the box in front of him, then to his parents, and then his siblings, and then back to the box.
his older brother nudges him to open it and when he does, omi doesn't know what to do with himself. the akita puppy yipping at him in the box was too much for 10-year-old omi to bear that he starts bawling.
he's hugging the puppy to hide his tears, and in the background he hears cooing and more birthday wishes from his family.
see, his parents had always intended to give omi a dog the moment he asked. omi rarely asked for anything so whenever he did, his parents were always more than ready and excited to give it to him. however, this time, they waited until his birthday because, admittedly, they had a hard time thinking of what to get him.
it seems they made the right decision watching their son pet the akita in quiet awe. they're happy that their little boy loved his birthday present but when they see his dejected little pout a little while later followed by a sad, "i saved for nothing then..." they knew they had to make right with him (not really but what is omi if not their precious youngest).
and that's how omi ends up with not one but two puppies for his 10th birthday.
#i just think the sakusa family dotes and spoils their youngest a lot#but kiyoomi is a quiet kid who rarely lets his parents know what he wants so the rare occasion he does they're practically vibrating#in excitement to provide;;;;#they just love him a lot :(#i guess this counts as an early birthday piece :'))#advanced happy birthday kiyoomi (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)!#sakusa kiyoomi#haikyuu#sakusa headcanons#haikyuu headcanons#sakusa kiyoomi fluff#haikyuu fluff#san's blobs#san's omi brainrot
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been having massive brainworms of yachi and kiyoomi meeting in college and becoming close friends + yachi having to play wingman for kiyoomi when he meets you
cannot stop thinking about unlikely friends yachi and kiyoomi. they probably first met during nationals in kiyoomi's last year in itachiyama. maybe she piqued his interest when he heard her tell hinata to go back to the bathroom and wash his hands properly.
they met again in uni and stuck together until they graduated and had to part ways because of their career choices.
and it probably was a gradual thing too, how they became friends. with kiyoomi being generally prickly and yachi being so shy. they just started sitting at the same table one day in the library. then, small nods of acknowledgment became hesitant attempts at small talk.
then, it turned into kiyoomi crashing into the chair across from yachi that he has deemed his throughout the semester and immediately complaining about some professor while yachi nods in sympathy.
then, it turned into yachi buying two orders of her coffee for that day because she knew kiyoomi would try stealing her coffee under the guise of "i just wanted to try what sugary concoction you brought today, hitoka. c'mon." that he swears he doesn't like.
they probably also have matching keychains that kiyoomi bought for them on a whim one day when he was out in the city. and kiyoomi was definitely the person yachi had on speed dial for when she went on dates that started well but ended up making her uncomfortable.
and in turn, yachi was the first one he told about you, about the person he was paired up with for a class presentation. she was the first to notice when kiyoomi started crushing on you, even before he himself realized. to notice the way kiyoomi would stare at you longer than necessary, gaze warm with an undercurrent of longing. and the way it might not be as one-sided as kiyoomi deemed it was when she catches you stealing glances at him when you think no one was looking.
and naturally, yachi is the first to set the both of you up, ditching the hangout the three of you planned with motoya and tsukasa (that was two weeks in the making, mind you) because "ah, sorry! a very important deadline was moved to today and motoya, tsukasa-san, and i haven't even done half of it." kiyoomi would be disgruntled at how bad that excuse was because the three of them aren't even in the same classes, let alone groupings. and he tells yachi as much.
you are none the wiser of course. "i'm really sorry!!! i was so excited too :(( we'll make it up to you both okay? xo" yachi would send to you and to kiyoomi, "if you don't end up kissing them by the end of tonight, don't even bother texting me. good luck!"
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[Today 10:19PM] thanks, hitoka
#editing the post to avoid confusion hsagdgajd ;;;;#just. (slams fist on the table) give me platonic omiyachi#this was sitting in my drafts and i don't remember if i ever posted this or a version of this so /*shrugs#i just love kiyoomi making unlikely friends ;;;;; he needs to make up for all the years he didn't#yachi would be so excited too to play wingman cus this would be the first time she would see kiyoomi take interest in Anybody#yachi: at least one of us should have a good love life. i'll make sure of it.#san's omi brainrot#san's blobs#sakusa x reader#sakusa x gn!reader#sakusa fluff#sakusa drabble#sakusa headcanons#haikyuu#hq fluff
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kiyoomi letting his kid daughter choose the pattern for his mask and socks for the day :')
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he's just so.............................
#he's so big.... and tall.... and wide...#just look at him dripping in sweat...;;;;#san's omi brainrot
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kiyoomi as msby4's tech support but all of his advice is just variations of "have you tried turning it off and on again?"
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it's the way iizuna's injury was such a pivotal moment for kiyoomi.
prior to that, kiyoomi had a very streamlined, and in my opinion, naive way of thinking; hard work ensures success, that he'll get the results he wants if he puts in the work and if the result is unfavorable, then it simply means he wasn't prepared enough.
however, by the end of ch.394, we come to learn that kiyoomi grows out of that rigid mentality, factoring in luck and hard work instead of just the latter. now, instead of working hard to get an ideal result, he was working hard so that when his time on court does end, when he runs out of luck, he can leave knowing he put his all while he was still capable. it wasn't a matter of winning or losing anymore. it was a matter of being content, about self-satisfaction.
but when did that click for him?
i think that his change in mentality was a gradual thing, culminating to a singular moment.
we can see the manifestation of his ideals in ch.215 when he confronts kageyama about shiratorizawa's loss. he was in disbelief and immediately assumed ushijima was just not in good condition. he interrogates kageyama afterwards because what could have possibly gone wrong when ushijima was just as, if not more, hard-working as kiyoomi?
then in ch.394, it starts with ushijima telling kiyoomi how his capabilities were a product of both hard work and luck.
his is when the idea of luck working together with hard work is introduced to kiyoomi verbally (that i know of).
i'm sure that this was met with skepticism, especially if one has such a fixed way of thinking. i don't think kiyoomi was convinced from that conversation alone but i feel that it did get him contemplating.
then, he learns ushijima doesn't make it to his last spring tournament; he watches hinata collapse mid-game and karasuno lose to kamomedai; and his own team loses when their captain, iizuna sustains an injury.
for all the hard work ushijima puts into volleyball, he was just unfortunate enough to have lost.
in hinata's case, it is inevitably his lack of regard for his health that puts him out of the court but he was lucky enough to have been able to play the match for so long.
both situations showing that preparation and luck go hand-in-hand.
and it all culminates to the exchange kiyoomi has with his captain.
that's when it finally clicks for kiyoomi.
hard work and preparation can only take you so far, and that's why it hurts more when something that you've put your heart and soul into slips away from your grasp simply because fortune did not favor you.
kiyoomi already understood that there will always be regrets if you don't put in the work, but is only now realizing how bitter that regret is when you know you don't deserve it.
his exchange with iizuna not only cements that hard work and luck are intrinsically connected, but it also makes him think of the future, of what his final game would look like.
and the conclusion he comes up with is that he wants to leave the court with no regrets.
he will put in the work and do as he's always done and when his time is up, he can leave content and grateful to have been on the court for so long.
#it's just beautiful to see his growth through the changing of his ideals#nothing inherently bad with how he thought about volleyball before but it does have a lot of room to become destructive#had he not learned that there are just some things he can't control or prepare for#idk food for thought#sakusa kiyoomi#haikyuu!!#cross-posted from twt for archival purposes#san's omi brainrot
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