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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🤾 Tryhard; Atsuhiro “Mr. Compress” Sako (Sportember #017)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,902

Pairing: Quirkless Reader x Compress

World: Boku no Hero Academia

Prompt: “Why do you try so hard?”

Sport: Dodgeball

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Sako frowned as he watched you running through the park, just as you did every night at eight. You had no regard for your safety, out late at night as a quirkless, headphones in your ears as loud music blocked out the sounds around you. He thought you were utterly stupid, perhaps having a desire to be kidnapped or murdered. You were certainly making yourself an easy target and he had already intercepted several thugs in the past three months that he had been watching you.

Why did he feel the need to protect you when you had no desire to make things easy for him? For a brief moment, he considered the possibility that he had fallen in love with you, but he had never really been a man to believe in love at first sight. However, when he first met you in that coffee shop three months ago, he knew there was something special about you, something different.

In that time, he had gotten to know you as he watched you. Your name was Y/N and even though you didn’t have a quirk, you had gotten a scholarship at the Japanese Sports Academy, or JSA. The school specialized in creating professional athletes, but the school had never seen a quirkless graduate. Sure, the school had many quirkless students, but they either never graduated or simply dropped out because of the pressure.

Sports these days focus heavily on quirks and the amount of quirkless sports around today were less than eight percent. The number went down every year because people were no longer interested in quirkless people playing a sport. They preferred the thrill of quirks battling it out on the field, threatening to destroy each other in the name of sport.

You knew these facts well. He knows that you. So why are you trying so damn hard to keep up with people that you physically can’t stand beside? The world constantly tore you down, telling you how worthless you were, how impossible your dreams were, simply because you didn’t have a quirk. So why? It made no sense to him and it hurt to see you struggling so hard only to fail in the end.

You came to a stop in front of the vending machine outside the park, breathing heavily as you wiped the sweat from your brow. There was a stitch in your side from your run, lungs burning and legs throbbing from the effort. You felt so tired, but you still have twenty minutes left in your run. You were already so behind, you couldn’t afford not to stick to your training regimen.

You slid the coins into the machine, pressing the button for the sports drink and waiting for it to fall to the tray. Just as you reached for it, another hand darted out to take it from you. Your shoulders tensed as the hair on the back of your neck stood on end, your eyes locking with those of an older man. Two others stood close behind you.

Swallowing hard, you tugged one of the headphones from your ear, eyes narrowed at the man in front of you. “That’s my drink. Give it back.”

One of the men behind you snickered as he stepped closer, his hand on your shoulder. “Oh, looks like we got a feisty one, boys.”

You scowled, shrugging your shoulder as you tried to step away, but the three of them had you trapped against the machine. “If you want to keep your lives, I suggest you keep moving.” You may not have a quirk, but you had learned to fake it until you made it.

“Big talk coming from someone so small,” they snickered, exchanging amused looks.

“Why don’t you just hand over your wallet and we won’t have to hurt you.”

“Fat chance,” you scoffed, attempting to force yourself through them but the first man grabbed your arm. On reflex, you shot around and jabbed your foot into his crotch, watching him cry out as he fell to the ground.

“You bitch!”

“We’ll kill you!”

Their hands lit up as they activated their quirks – one seemed to be some form of electricity, the other sprouting green spikes. A squeak passed your lips when a spiked hand tried to grab at your face and you dodged just in time, the spike scratching the skin of your cheek. The man on the ground grabbed your ankle when you stepped back, causing your body to fall to the cement.

“Let go of me, you prick!” You scowled, using your other foot to kick at his hand, but his grip was like iron and wouldn’t let up.

“You’re gonna get it now!” They rushed at you and you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the impact. The sound of screams filled your ears, the grip on your ankle disappearing and when you cracked an eye open, you found all three men a few feet away, unmoving on the ground.

You blinked, pushing yourself up. ‘What the…’

“Honestly, my dear, you really are trying to make things difficult for me.”

Your eyes snapped to the side, wide with surprise when you noticed the man standing beside you. He was quite tall, wearing a large yellow coat that covered his body like a tarp. His face was concealed behind a black and white mask, a top hat sitting on his head. You knew who he was, you had seen his picture on the TV along side the others that called themselves the League of Villains. But… this villain had just saved you, hadn’t he?

He turned toward you, extending a gloved hand toward you, the color of a ripe tomato. “Come along, now, before the cops arrive.”

You shook your head, sliding back away from him before scrambling to your feet. “You’re a villain.”

“Well, at least you have some sense,” he teased. “Now if only you applied that sense to everyday life, as well.”

You scowled, resting your back against the stone behind you. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He tapped where his ear is beneath the black cloth. “Every single night you run around this neighborhood with music blaring into your ears. If you have a quirk, that would be one thing, but you do not. Have you any idea how many thugs I’ve had to take care of to keep you safe?”

“And why would you do something like that?” Your brow furrowed in confusion and he took a step closer to you.

“Hm, do I need a reason?”

“You’re a villain. You don’t save people unless you can use them.”

“Come now, Y/N. I’m not an animal,” he chided, finally closing the distance between the two of you. You should feel terrified by this man, but you didn’t. Instead, you felt… safe.

“You know my name.”

“I know many things about you, my dear. Now, won’t you come along? I will escort you home safe and sound.” His hand extended to you again and, for a moment, you just stared at it. You could hear sirens in the distance, steadily getting louder as they got closer to your position.

Your heart was thudding loudly within your chest, but you knew that if this man had the intention of hurting you or worse, killing you, that he would have done so. Better yet, he would have just allowed the thugs to do it for him. No, he was not intent on harming you, that much you were sure of.

Swallowing down the lump that had formed within your throat, you slid your hand into his, watching as his fingers curled around it. Your life changed that night.

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Sako rolled over in bed, his hand instinctively reaching out for you beside him, but the bed was empty, the sheets cold beneath his fingertips. His brown eyes squinted in the darkness, fumbling for his phone on the bedside table. Four in the morning. Where could you possibly be at four in the morning?

Throwing the covers back, he shifted until his bare feet rested against the soft brown carpet of the room. He checked the bathroom first, and then the living room, but the apartment was empty. With a sigh, he knew exactly where he would find you, so he quickly got changed and headed out.

Your breathing was heavy as you jogged on the treadmill, music blasting through your ears to try and motivate you to push yourself. You thought about the upcoming exams and you were determined to pass them, no matter the cost.

Sako stepped into the small gym that the apartment complex offered, his eyes scanning the empty room before settling on you. As usual, you were unaware of anything happening around you. With a sigh, he stepped up to you before tugging on the cord of your headphones, watching it fall from your ear.

Your head snapped to him in confusion before giving him a sheepish smile and turning off the machine, accepting the water bottle that he offered you. “Morning, Hiro…”

He hummed softly. “While I do appreciate that you’re no longer jogging at night, I would appreciate it if you actually slept sometimes.”

“I did sleep,” you pointed out. “We fell asleep together, remember?”

“For how long?” He quirked a brow, his hand resting upon his hip.

“Two hours.”

“That’s not something to be proud of, my love.”

You sighed, settling down onto one of the plastic chairs sitting under the window. “I know, it’s just… the exams are coming up soon. I have to train harder in order to keep up.”

He frowned as he squatted down in front of you, eyes scanning yours as he rested his hand upon your knee. “Why do you try so hard?” he mused softly. “The world will only hurt you.”

“Why?” You repeated with a smile, resting your hand over his. He was surprised by the warmth lingering within your eyes. “Maybe it will, but I won’t know that for sure until I try. This has been my dream since I was a child, the thing I based my whole life around. I know dodgeball isn’t the most popular sport, especially not for a quirkless like me, but… it’s a sport that I adore, that I grew up playing. If I don’t at least try and chase my dreams, then I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I know you don’t understand, but…”

“You’re right, I don’t understand.” His free hand came to rest upon your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin. “However, I will support you in whatever you choose to do with your life. Forever and always, my love.”

You smiled, tugging him closer until his lips met yours, soft and warm, and full of love as he pushed himself against you, hand sliding to your jaw to pull you closer. Sako would probably never understand your feelings when it came to how hard you tried at sports, but he didn’t have to understand in order to support your dreams.

His forehead rested against yours as you brushed a hand through his short brown hair. “I love you so much. Never forget that.”

You chuckled in response, giving his hair a gentle tug. “How could I possibly forget when you tell me every day?”

“Don’t act as if you don’t enjoy it,” he teased, capturing your lips again.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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Sportember Writing Event!

September 1st - 30th, 2020

⚽ Introduction

Hello Hello, welcome to my first ever writing event! ^~^)/ I'm quite excited for this, so I hope you will be too! This has probably been done in the past?? But even so, this will have my own personal style intertwined within it. I was inspired to create this after I started up Haikyuu!! and I didn't actually plan on sharing it until it was time to post it, but where's the fun in that? I hope we can all come together as writer's across all of the genres and fandoms to have fun, make some friends, and write some incredible pieces! So, what are you waiting for? Click that "Keep Reading" button and let's get started~

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🎾 I Don't Like Sports, Though

Now, before you blow this event off because you're not into Sports Anime or Sports in general, hear me out! You do NOT have to be a fan of sports or sports-themed fandoms in order to participate in this event. Your fics do, however, have to be some sort of sports-au/themed fic with mention of any of the numerous sports we have in this world (except golf because we don't stan golf as a sport in my house - that was a joke, golf is allowed).

Here's an example of a fic you could write for, say, a kpop star like Jimin from BTS. You could write an AU where he's a soccer player, maybe in college, may professionally, and you could use a prompt like "massage" to give him a massage after he gets home from a game. You'd still be writing about sports, but you wouldn't have to write about any games or technical terms!

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🏐 I Want to Participate, But How?

It's quite simple~ Just choose a prompt from the list and get writing! Make sure you tag your work #sportemberwritings so others can find it and read your work! Any fandom and any genre is allowed, the only restriction is that your fic(s) have to somehow be related to sports, whether it's in-depth or just mentioned in passing. There's no requirement to follow anyone or interact with this post, though a reblog would be helpful in spreading the word to other possible writers.

I also request that you only post them within September, but that's not a requirement!

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⚾ Time's Not My Friend, Can I Still Participate?

Absolutely! I'll be providing a theme/prompt for every day of September, but you are by no means required to write for every single day! Whether you do just one a week, one for the month, or every single day, your fics are welcome!

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🏀 I'm Ready, Gimme the Prompts!

** WEEK 1; Sports or Song Lyrics (use one or both)

Sep 1st - Volleyball OR "We're not nameless, we're not faceless, we were born for greatness."

Sep 2nd - Basketball OR "Do you wanna start a cult with me? I'm not vibrating like I ought to be, I need a purpose."

Sep 3rd - Soccer OR "Promise me you'll never leave my side. Show me what I can't see, when the spark in my eyes is gone."

Sep 4th - American Football OR "I'll be more than just a fable, I'll be written in the stars."

Sep 5th - Tennis OR "You will never know, it's the price I pay. Look into my eyes, we are not the same."

Sep 6th - Swimming OR "I'm the poster child of denial, there's nothing I can't hide."

Sep 7th - Running OR "Life is walking on a tightrope, with nothing but a blindfold. It's a long way down."

** WEEK 2; All Rounder Prompts

Sep 8th - Adversary

Sep 9th - Announcement

Sep 10th - Massage

Sep 11th - Goals

Sep 12th - Bet

Sep 13th - Keep Going

Sep 14th - Professional

** WEEK 3; Sentence Prompts

Sep 15th - "Come on, it'll be fun!"

Sep 16th - "That's not a sport."

Sep 17th - "Why do you try so hard?"

Sep 18th - "I don't want you to get hurt."

Sep 19th - "Let me do that for you."

Sep 20th - "I don't get paid enough for this."

Sep 21st - "I dislike sports."

Sep 22nd - "I'll win - for you."

** WEEK 4; Angst or Fluff Prompts (choose one or use both)

Sep 23rd - Injured / Protected

Sep 24th - Insecurities / Loved

Sep 25th - Pressure / Encouragement

Sep 26th - Jealousy / Secure

Sep 27th - Sacrifice / Admiration

Sep 28th - Disappointment / Hopeful

Sep 29th - Cruel / Kind

Sep 30th - Enough / Believe

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🏈 Final Thoughts

And there you have it, the Sportember Writing Event by TheRainRogue! ^~^)/ I hope you're excited as I am to get started. Remember these wise words from Louis L'amour;

"Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flower until the faucet is turned on."

A special thank you to @prettywordsyouleft for reading over this and encouraging me! <3 You’re the best.

xoxo Rain

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🎾 Announcement; Kunimitsu Tezuka (Sportember #009)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff, Friendship, College AU

Word Count: 3,960

Pairing: Reader x Tezuka

World: Prince of Tennis

Prompt: Announcement

Sport: Tennis

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The ticking of the clock echoed in the quiet dorm room, distracting you from your studies. Not that you had been able to concentrate anyway. It’s been almost an hour and you still haven’t gotten through the first paragraph of your essay but, thankfully, you still had a few days before it was all said and done.

You flicked your pen absentmindedly, eyes on the dark screen of your phone. It was starting to get late and your boyfriend still hadn’t called you as he did every night. You understood, of course, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t still miss him. Hearing his voice before bed had become a staple for you and on the rare occasions that he was too busy to call, you found it harder to sleep.

Tezuka Kunimitsu was a tennis player, drafted to the German national team when he was in his third year of middle school. He’s returned to his home in Japan many times over the course of the past three and a half years and, during one of these trips, you were able to meet him. At the time, you were in your third year of high school and your friend, Fuji Shuusuke, forced you to join him at a Halloween party hosted by his friend, Atobe Keigo. The party was to celebrate Tezuka’s return and the fact that he would be staying for three months.

Fuji was the one to introduce you, being friends with the both of you.

For you, it was love at first sight. Despite the monotone voice and expression he had kept up without fail, he was still polite and kind, his deep voice soothing to you. In the sea of people that had been at the party, everyone’s face was a blur to you but his. You remembered every detail, from the green flecks within his brown eyes to the way his brown hair was parted. He was a gorgeous man.

For Tezuka, he never had any interest in dating, focused only on tennis and his friends, but when his eyes first landed on you, he suddenly wondered if you were single and what it would be like to date you. So, when he noticed you sneaking out into the back garden to get some air, he didn’t hesitate to join you. The two of you spent the rest of the night just enjoying each other’s company, talking about everything under the sun. When it was time to part, he admitted that he wanted to see you again and, from there, the two of you started to date.

Even now, nearly three years later, both of you are still so in love with one another, even being more than five thousand miles apart. You just wanted to hurry up and finish college so you could move to Germany in order to be with him, but that seemed so far into the future.

You glanced at the time on your phone. ‘It’s nearly ten-thirty and I have a class at eight. The professor is a real stickler for being on time, too. I should really get some sleep…’ You closed your notebook, packing it into your school bag along with everything else you’d need for class so you wouldn’t have to rush to gather your things come morning time. You turned the light off, crawling under the covers before pulling up the Happy Color app on your phone.

It was the best way you’ve found to relax and destress before attempting to sleep. It was almost like magic how easily the app could help release the day’s tension. Plus, there are achievements for you to work toward, which enhanced the experience for you.

Your eyes were beginning to droop, so you decided to close the app, reaching for the charging cable when the phone started to ring, showing off the picture of your boyfriend looking at the sunset, a picture that you had personally taken the last time he was at home. You did your best to shake off your sleepiness, pressing the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N,” came Tezuka’s deep voice, slightly strained from his practice. “I’m sorry for calling so late. I couldn’t get away from practice.”

You smiled, bringing one of the pillows to your chest. “It’s okay, I figured it was something like that. You’re not pushing yourself too hard, are you?”

“I promise you, I’m not.”

“You’re staying hydrated, right? And getting plenty of sleep?”

He chuckled softly, a sound he reserved only for you. “I’m taking care of myself, love. What about you? How is school going?”

“Mm, I’m struggling with my literature essay and I have a math test tomorrow that I’m not really looking forward to,” you sighed heavily. “I’m keeping up, though.”

“Do your best,” he encouraged gently. “You’ll be fine as long as you don’t let your guard down.”

You laughed at his typical line of advice, but it came out as more of a tired puff of air. “I’ll make you proud, Mitsu~”

“I always feel proud of you, Y/N,” he responded with earnest, making warmth settle within your chest. “You should get some rest. Text me when you wake up.”

“Mkay,” you stifled a yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

As soon as the call ended, you fell into dreamland with a smile on your fae, dreaming of the man that you loved so dearly.

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“Y/N~”

You paused, turning around to give your best friend a smile. “Hey, Fuji! Do you wanna join me for lunch?”

“I’d love to!” He tilted his head to the smile, giving you his infamous closed-eye smile as he fell into step beside you. “How did your test go?”

“Ugh, the test.” Your nose wrinkled as if smelling something foul. “If by some miracle I manage to pass, it’ll be just under the wire.”

“I’m sure you did just fine.”

“I hope so. If I fail, Mitsu’s going to be so disappointed in me, ugh.” You frowned, carefully pushing the glass door of the cafe open, hearing the little bell above jingling as you held the door open for him.

Fuji chuckled in response. “He’s not capable of being disappointed in you. He loves you too much.”

The comment brought a goofy smile to your face as the two of you sat down at a small table near the window, ordering some boba tea and a couple of sandwiches. The sky outside was slowly beginning to darken as grey clouds rolled in, thunder rumbling in the distance as if chasing them down.

“By the way, Atobe is throwing a small get together on Saturday,” Fuji commented before taking a sip of his tea. “He asked me to invite you.”

“Nothing that man does is small.” You rolled your eyes. “I think I’ll skip out this time. Staying at the dorm and binge watching some TubeYou videos sounds a lot more pleasant.”

He frowned, brow furrowing in thought, but you were too focused on your sandwich to notice the change. Fuji Shuusuke wasn’t considered a genius for nothing, however, and a plan quickly formed within his mind. “I could really use the help, though.”

“Eh?” You glanced up, meeting his cerulean eyes, which he rarely opened, so you knew whatever he was about to tell you had to be quite serious. “Help with what?”

“Well, it seems I’ve recently acquired a stalker. She won’t take no for an answer no matter how many times I say it, but she seems to be intimidated by you.” He lied smoothly, offering you a fake, worried expression.

“Intimidated by me? Really?” You couldn’t help but snort at the ridiculous notion that anyone could be afraid of. You thought it was more believable for a hamster to be intimidating than yourself! And it made sense because you didn’t like violence, preferring to resort to kindness above all else and try to talk through any problems you had. You were also a firm believer of walking away when people couldn’t be reasoned with.

“She never comes around when I’m with you.”

You chewed on your lip thoughtfully before sighing in defeat. “Fine, I’ll go with you. You’re lucky I love you so much, Fuji.”

The brunette laughed, his eyes sliding closed once more. “I love you too~”

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The phone buzzed on the bed and you stepped out of the bathroom to check it. It was a message from Fuji, letting you know that he was waiting outside of the dorms. You quickly messaged back that you were on the way before slipping the phone into your pocket and grabbing your keys. The first thing you noticed upon exiting the building was how dark it was.

It was only just now noon, but the grey clouds covering the sky made it appear to be around eight at night. Lightning streaked across the sky, thunder roaring loudly seconds after each strike, and the rain was falling in steady sheets to the earth. To you, it was a beautiful sight, though you understood most people felt quite melancholy when it rained.

Fuji held out the umbrella so that it covered both of you, sending you a smile. “Ready to go?”

“As ready as can be,” you answered, forcing a smile. While the current weather did lift your spirits a bit, you were still feeling quite sad. You missed Tezuka so much that it was starting to physically hurt you, plus you were stressing out because you knew that you had done poorly on the math test. The last thing you wanted was to be surrounded by a mansion full of people you didn’t even know, constantly being checked on by waiters and butlers.

It wasn’t your lifestyle, but you wanted to support Fuji if you could, just as he had always done for you.

Stepping through the gate that surrounded the campus, you noticed the sleek black limo sitting down the street and you were unable to hold back the groan of annoyance. “Fuji~”

The brunette laughed, patting your back. “Atobe insisted because of the weather.”

‘Of course he did,’ you held back your sigh, following him to the vehicle. The driver jumped out as soon as you got close so he could pull the back door open for you, as if you couldn’t do so yourself. ‘He doesn’t even care that he’s getting wet. What if he gets sick? I feel bad for him, but… at least he gets paid well.’

The man sent you a kind smile as you slid into the back, taking the umbrella from Fuji so he could slide in beside you. He shook the umbrella before climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

Silence settled over the vehicle as it started forward, the tinted windows streaking as the window forced the drops of rain to slide at an angle across the glass. The closer you got to the Atobe manor, the more uncomfortable you felt, but you did your best not to let that show on your face because you didn’t feel like being hounded all night about what was bothering you.

When the limo finally arrived, you stuck by Fuji’s side for most of the night, speaking only when spoken to directly, which was more than you were currently comfortable with. It’s not that you were an introverted person or anything – normally, you had no problems with social interaction, but for some reason, you were just feeling so… down and you wanted to be left alone.

The only person you wanted to talk to right now was more than five thousand miles away.

You waited patiently for Fuji to finish his conversation with one of his old schoolmates before you called out his name to grab his attention. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Be right back.”

He nodded before turning back to the other male, laughing about some tennis match they had years ago.

You honestly felt pretty guilty about lying to him, but if you didn’t get a chance to breathe soon, you felt like you were going to go insane. While the hallway leading to the bathroom still held a few party-goers, it was a drastic down-size from the large ballroom that was so packed with people that it was hard to move.

Glancing around the hall, you were thankful that no one was paying you any mind, and you slipped through the side door that led out into the massive garden behind the manor. Rain still felt softly from the sky, but the thunder and lightning had already moved on, leaving only the soft pitter-patter against the walkway.

You stuck to the stone path, following it towards the very back of the property where a large hedge maze sat. With a pause, you glanced over your shoulder, but the garden was empty because of the rain, so you continued into the maze, following that familiar path that led straight to a dead end. At least, that’s how it appeared to most, but you knew better.

With a bit of prodding, a small crack in the hedge appeared, allowing you to slip into a small area hidden by the towering bushes. A willow tree sat in the center of the clearing, probably older than the manor itself, its branches long and gnarled, covered with stringy moss that formed a sort of blanket around the area.

You took a deep breath, soaking in the peace and quiet around you. The grass at the base of the tree was damp, but not soaking wet thanks to the moss, so you plopped down with your back against the trunk. You checked your phone, but Tezuka still hadn’t responded to your message, which only made your mood drop further. With a sigh, you pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your head atop them, eyes sliding closed.

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Fuji frowned as he scanned the ballroom, looking for any sign of you. You should have been back by now, but you were nowhere in sight. He certainly hadn’t missed your reluctance to join him tonight, either, and now he was starting to feel worried. Surely you wouldn’t have left the manor without telling him.

Atobe weaved his way through the crown toward the brunette, his phone held within his hand and a frown upon his lips. “Tezuka’s plane was delayed. It’ll be another twenty minutes before we can get him here!”

“I think Y/N decided to ditch the party,” Fuji added. “They really didn’t want to be here, to begin with.”

“You were’t supposed to let them out of your sight!” Atobe huffed in annoyance, running a hand through his purple locks. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, but it seemed as if everything that could go wrong was.

“Hm, they said they were going to the bathroom. We may be best friends, but I doubt they would appreciate me joining them,” he chuckled.

Atobe quickly dialed a number on his phone, pressing it to his ear. “Michael, we have a problem. Our guest of honor is in the wind. Find them immediately!”

“Y/N isn’t going to be happy about this~” The brunette quipped, earning a glare from the host.

“I promised Tezuka that tonight would be perfect and it will be, no matter the cost!” And the purple-haired male turned on his heel, heading farther into the manor as he barked orders into his phone.

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Tezuka stepped out of the limo, readjusting his suit as he looked up at Atobe manor, feeling very jet lagged and a bit nervous, not that his monotone expression betrayed this. He wasn’t entirely sure how this night had even come to be. He had simply mentioned returning home to surprise you, but Atobe had run with it, insisting on making a huge deal out of it. Why had he thought it would be a good idea to mention proposing to you? It had been a fleeting comment that he hadn’t even meant to speak aloud, but Atobe had latched onto it with a vice-grip, refusing to let go.

Fuji was waiting outside the large double doors with a warm smile upon his lips, cerulean eyes shimmering under the lights of the porch. “Welcome home, Tezuka.”

“Thank you,” he nodded in reply. “Where is Y/N?”

“About that -”

The doors suddenly swung open and Atobe strode out with a female butler at his side, his usual smirk upon his lips, but Tezuka could tell that something wasn’t right. “Don’t worry, Tezuka. I’ve gone ahead and purchased the airline and had the pilot fired for his lack of professionalism.”

“That wasn’t necessary,” Tezuka resisted the strong urge to sigh, used to the man’s actions after so many years. His dark eyes scanned the crowd through the open doors, but he saw no sign of the one person he craved the most. “Where is Y/N?”

Atobe exchanged a look with the genius, which did little to boost Tezuka’s confidence. Clearing his throat, the host held his arm out toward the entryway. “Fuji will go get them for you. Come along, let’s get you a drink and you can get changed out of that cheap suit. I’ve had one made for you, the very best that money can buy!”

But Tezuka didn’t budge, his eyes shifting between the two men. His annoyance levels were quickly rising, along with his worry for you. Had something happened to you? The thought had his heart tripping over itself within his chest and he folded his arms, fixing his narrowed eyes on the brunette. “The truth, Fuji.”

Although Atobe shot him a warning look, the brunette paid it no mind, his cerulean eyes locking with hazel. “They didn’t want to be here so they ditched me. We haven’t been able to find them.”

Tezuka’s eyes widened a fraction behind his glasses and, without a word, he brushed past the two men, determined to find you himself.

Atobe followed him closely, his hands swiping through the air as if trying to shoo away a fly. “My men have already checked the cameras. They were last seen going out of the side door, but the rain short circuited the cameras outside. They were supposed to be waterproof! I’m already going through the process or purchasing the company so that I can fire their CEO and the imbeciles that installed them here.”

Tezuka paused at this new information, realizing instantly where you had gone, but he certainly didn’t plan on telling the other male that. Instead, he turned toward him, his voice firm. “Call your men back. Y/N won’t come out for them.

Atobe’s eye twitched. “There isn’t any place they can hide from -”

“Atobe,” his eyes narrowed, hands fisting lightly at his sides. He was already tired of his friend’s over the top nature.

“Fine,” the host huffed in annoyance before storming off, pressing his phone back to his ear.

Tezuka then headed for the garden door, following the left path around the manor to the back garden where the hedge maze sat. It had been such a long time since he had last visited the small area hidden within the maze, but he remembered the path to it like it just yesterday.

He remembered the feeling of your hand in his as you attempted to find your way to the opposite side of the maze only to find a dead end. As if you were meant to find it, you had spied a small gap in the hedge when you went to turn around.

He remembered asking you what you were doing, advising you to be careful of the sharp branches as you tried to part them. He remembered how your face had lit up when you stepped through the opening, finding the hidden area that was cut off from the rest of the garden. You had fallen in love with it the moment you saw it, he knew, and he was positive that was where you had escaped to.

By now, the rain had come to a stop, leaving behind puddles and damp grass as a reminder that it had been there, shimmering under the bright lights that were scattered across the garden.

When he finally stepped through the small gap in the hedge, his eyes immediately fell upon you, curled up against the trunk of the tree as you slept, phone held tightly over your heart. Waiting for his reply, he knew. The thought made him smile softly as he kneeled in the grass beside you, feeling the wetness seeping through the cloth, but he didn’t mind.

His hand gently rested upon your shoulder. “Y/N, wake up.”

You stirred after a moment, blinking as the fog of sleep slowly lifted off of you and then your eyes snapped to his, wide with disbelief. Without a moment of hesitation, you threw yourself at him, knocking him off balance and onto his back with you on top, clinging to his neck as if he would disappear if you loosened your grip even a hair.

“Kunimitsu,” you breathed out, fingers curling around the back of his neck and the collar of his suit jacket. “I missed you so much.”

He smiled, bringing his arms around your body, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. “I missed you, too.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming back?” You frowned into his neck, playing with the soft strands of hair at the base of his neck.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he spoke softly, wondering if he should foil Atobe’s elaborate plans. Ever so gently, he coaxed you into releasing him and you pulled back just enough to see his face. He didn’t miss how your hands clutched at his shirt, as if afraid that this was some dream you didn’t want to wake up from. “The plan was to announce my return at the party.”

You deadpanned as the pieces of the puzzle started to fit together within your mind and you groaned. “That damn Fuji, he totally knew! And he made up that stalker story to lure me here.”

Tezuka’s eyes closed as he held back an exasperated sigh, not even wanting to know what this stalker story was about. “I apologize. I should have known better than to trust them with something so important.”

“Important?” You tilted your head at the comment. He had returned home dozens of times before since going pro, but Atobe had only thrown a party for him once, and even then, it was no comparison to the gathering tonight. So what made this time to special? You didn’t understand.

“Because,” he chuckled, reaching into his jacket so he could produce the ring that his grandmother had given him for this very occasion. “I returned home to ask for your hand in marriage.”

“You -” your breath caught in your throat as you looked at the ring being held between his fingers. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you had ever seen and, despite how hard you tried, no words would pass your lips. This was what you had dreamed of so many times before, spending the rest of your life with this man, this man that you would destroy the world for if he so desired.

“Y/N,” his eyes met yours, full of love and warmth. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You managed to squeak out, hand shaking as he slid the ring onto your finger before setting his palm against yours, fingers lacing together. “I love you so much, Kunimitsu, I – I -”

“I know,” he responded softly, his thumb gently brushing away your tears before bringing you into a deep kiss – a silent promise atop the declaration of love.

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🏐 Sparking Eyes; Asahi Azumane (Sportember #003)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Angst, School, Romance

Word Count: 2,278

Pairing: Reader x Asahi

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: “Promise me you’ll never leave my side. Show me what I can’t see, when the spark in my eyes is gone.”

Sport: Volleyball

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“Are you… sure about this?” Sugawara frowned deeply, scanning your face for any sign of hesitation, but there was none. Your mind had been made up.

Despite the emotions swirling around within him, Daichi’s face remained blank. He wasn’t happy about your decision. How could he be? You were his twin, his other half, and the two of you had been dreaming about going to nationals since you were both small children, but now you were resigning from the volleyball club and for what? A boy. You were choosing a boy over your own flesh and blood. That’s what bothered him the most.

Daichi took the resignation form from you, crumpling it within his fist as he turned on his heel, leaving the room without a word.

You felt guilty, of course, but you had to support the boy you had fallen in love with. You could only hope that he could find it within himself to one day forgive you. You offered Sugawara a sad smile. “I’m sorry, Suga. This is something I have to do.”

He nodded, feeling more sadness than anything else. “I understand. Take care of Asahi, okay?”

“I will, thank you.” And with that, you left the room, sequentially leaving the Karasuno volleyball team behind.

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The final bell chimed throughout the school and you leaned back, stretching your arms above your head. “Today seemed to drag on forever.”

Asahi glanced up from his notes, offering you a soft smile. “You’re looking forward to the weekend, right?”

“Of course!” You turned in your chair to face him, but he had returned his attention to the notebook. To you, Asahi was an open book and you knew he wasn’t looking forward to the weekend because he was under the impression that you would be at practice, so he wouldn’t get to see you. You smiled softly, folding your arms on the back of the chair. “I’m hungry. Let’s go get some ramen, Hi-chan~”

His cheeks bloomed with color at the nickname, despite having heard it so many times before. “You can’t skip practice, Daichi will be upset.”

“I quit the team.”

His brown eyes widened in disbelief. “You… Why would you…”

Standing up, you approached your boyfriend, gently cupping his face with your hands. “That should be obvious, my love. I will always be by your side, supporting you through whatever path your life takes.”

His large hand slipped over your own, eyes turning glassy. “You quit… for me?”

“Mhm, and I’d do it again, a million times over.”

Asashi tried to keep his emotions in check as he stood up, throwing his arms around your body and burying his face in your neck, facial hair tickling your skin. He was positive that he had just fallen in love with you all over again, but he also felt guilty knowing that he most likely ruined the relationship between you and your brother. “Y/N, I don’t want to -”

“Shush, Hi-chan,” you ordered softly as your fingers played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “I quit because it’s what I wanted. You mean the world to me, much more than volleyball ever has. Dai will come around, I’m sure, he just needs time to process. Don’t you dare blame yourself for a decision that I made.”

He pulled back so his eyes could meet yours, shimmering with love and adoration. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, a ghostly touch upon your lips. “You mean so much to me, Y/N.”

You pulled him into a chaste kiss and offered him a smile. “You mean the world to me, too, darling. Now get your stuff, I want ramen!”

He chuckled, pulling away so he could do as you ordered.

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To be honest, you didn’t really believe that the team’s attempts would be enough to convince Asahi to return to the team, though you had to applaud their efforts. You had seen the ace at his best, spiking past the best blockers. He was not only very talented, but he loved the game, as well. After being shut down again and again and again by Date Tech’s iron wall, that spark in his eyes was snuffed out. He took personal responsibility for the loss and what little bit of confidence he had died with it.

Deep down, you wanted the first-years to succeed, to persuade him to give it another try. You knew he missed the game, missed his team, but he was far too stubborn to admit that and he continually got upset when you attempted to talk to him about it. He felt like he was being ganged up on and started to pull back from you, using his college prep as an excuse.

You wanted so desperately to show him how strong, how incredible he truly was, how important he was to the team, but you couldn’t seem to convey these feelings. Especially when he ran away at the mere hint that the conversation was shifting to volleyball. You were honestly at a loss, so you did the only thing you could think of.

Kageyama and Hinata exchanged a look when you approached them outside of the classroom – they had been searching for your boyfriend, only to come up empty. They had seen you with Asahi several times but neither had spoken to you before. Were you going to scold them for messing with the brown-haired third-year?

“I have a request for the two of you,” you spoke softly, eyes shimmering with determination.

Hinata straightened his back, cheeks turning pink. “S-Sure! How can we help, senpai?”

You surprised both of them by bowing at the hip. “Please… please remind Asahi what it’s like to love volleyball!”

Their eyes widened at your pleading tone, not expecting such a thing to be your request. They could sense how desperate and sincere you were and they wanted to help in anyway that they could. It was true that they needed Asahi on the team, but they would also be honoring your request, which they were happy to do.

They copied your stance and chorused, “We’ll do our best, senpai!”

And that was all you could hope for.

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You sat in class, watching as the clouds slowly rolled across the baby blue sky, the sun shining cheerfully upon the earth. If only your current mood reflected the weather.

“Y/N!” One of your classmates, Yuki, approached you with a smile, plopping into the desk in front of your own. “Shouldn’t you be heading to the gym? Volleyball practice started already.”

You smiled at her, thankful that she didn’t notice the sadness lurking just beneath the surface. “I have plans this afternoon, so I can’t go. Actually, I’m going to be late, excuse me.” You glanced at the clock for effect before quickly gathering your things and rushing from the room.

The truth was that you wanted more than anything to be there, cheering for your friends, your boyfriend, your family, but… it felt wrong for you to be there. Ever since you left the club, Daichi had been avoiding you, both at home and at school, but you couldn’t blame him. You knew he felt hurt and wasn’t quite ready to forgive you and that was okay. You didn’t want to push him or invade his space.

You suddenly came to a stop when you heard the familiar thwap of palms slapping against the ball, shoes squeaking across the polished wooden floor. While lost in thought, you hadn’t been paying attention to where you were going and had subconsciously traced the path to the gym, the path that you had taken so many times in the past. For a moment, you just stood there debating on whether you should just walk away, but you ended up approaching the door anyway. It was cracked open, just barely enough for you to see through.

‘Ugh, what am I doing? I must look like such a creep.’ As you pulled away, you caught site of Asahi jumping into the air, spiking the ball past a tall blonde. And then you saw it – that spark that had once fizzled out was now shining brighter than it ever had before. He was playing volleyball again and he was happy. They were all smiling as they received and spiked, yelling to each other. ‘Good job’ if they played their role properly or ‘it’s okay!’ if they made a mistake.

“Ah, Y/N-san!”

You whipped around in surprise as Takeda-sensei approached, carrying a black folder to his chest with one arm.

“Did you come to -” his grin suddenly dropped, replaced with a panicked expression. “W-What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“What? I’m not -” you lifted your hand to your cheek, feeling moisture on your fingertips. ‘I’m… crying?’

He took you gently by the shoulder. “Are you injured? Sick? I’ll take you to the nurse!”

“No, I’m okay, really!”

“But -”

The door slid open behind you, followed by Daichi questioning what was going on. He was so close to you and yet he felt miles away. Your shoulders shook as you clamped down on your bottom lip in a poor attempt to control your emotions. With a bow and a quick apology to Takeda, you quickly jogged away from them, hoping that they would just leave it at that, but you should have known better.

A warm hand grasped your upper arm softly just as you rounded the corner and you knew who it was simply by how softly his fingers rested upon your skin. He was slightly out of breath from practice and his eyes were filled with worry.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You frantically shook your head, eyes focused on the single ant that was skittering across the pavement between the two of you.

Asahi rested his fingers under your chin, forcing your head up. “Please talk to me, darling.”

The pain in his tone went straight to your heart, more tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I just… I saw you playing and you just looked so happy, I’m so proud of you and I just… I wish I knew how to fix things but I don’t and I -”

His lips silenced your rambling, warm and soft against your own. His forehead rested against yours, his thumb gently wiping away your tears as they fell. “What are you trying to fix?”

You sniffled, hand clutching at his jersey. “Things with Daichi… I thought he just needed time, but… I guess he hates me now.” A humorless laugh bubbled past your lips.

“You really think that?”

Your head snapped to the side, wide eyes locking with Daichi’s, your lip quivering. “What else am I meant to think? You haven’t said a word to me since I left, haven’t even looked at me! It’s like I don’t even exist anymore. I’m sorry, okay? I just… I wanted to support Asahi! I never thought you’d hate me because of it…”

“Idiot!” He snapped, stomping over to you as his aura darkened. Both you and Asahi tensed up, not knowing what the captain was about to do. Daichi’s arms suddenly wrapped around you, bringing you to his chest. His voice was full of emotion. “I could never hate you, idiot. I just… I felt like you were choosing Asahi over me and I got jealous. I was in the wrong, not you, so don’t apologize.”

You gripped onto your twin, having missed his company and the warmth that he provided. “I really missed you, Dai.”

“I missed you, too. I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”

“I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was choosing someone over you. I love Asahi, but you’re my family, I could never replace you.”

“Y-You lo-love me?!” Asahi cried, face turning the same shade as a cherry. Though the two of you had been seeing each other for a while, the word love had never left your lips, a mere thought within your mind, but now it was out in the open, floating around you like a moth to a flame.

You had honestly forgotten that he was there and the realization of what you had just done made your own face burn. Your eyes snapped to your brother, begging for help, but that was definitely not in his job description.

“Sorry, I’ve got to get back back and make sure the kids aren’t burning down the gym. See you at home, Y/N!” Daichi grinned, turning and jogging away. You tried to catch the back of his jersey but you didn’t react quick enough, your hand suspended in mid-air.

With a nervous gulp, you slowly turned toward your boyfriend to gauge his reaction, only to find him clenching his shorts, head lowered as his shoulders shook. “A-Asahi, I -”

“Is it true?” he questioned, voice barely above a whisper as it floated to you on the warm afternoon breeze.

“Yes…” You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. “I’m in love with you, Asahi Azumane!”

His head shot up, tears sliding down his reddened cheeks. In just a single long stride, he was in front of you, pulling you into his arms. How many times had he dreamt of hearing those words from your lips? It was sweeter than he ever imagined it to be. “I love you, too, Y/N! So much!”

Your arms found his waist, hand sliding across his broad back. A smile came to your lips as he repeated the words over and over again into your ear, his lips soft against your jawline.

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🏐 Price I Pay; Chikara Ennoshita (Sportember #005)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Slice of Life, Angst, Romance

Word Count: 1,708

Pairing: Reader x Ennoshita

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: “You will never know, it’s the price I pay. Look into my eyes, we are not the same.”

Sport: Volleyball

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You stepped off the bus, stretching your arms above your head as you took in a deep breath, a smile coming to your lips. In front of you was a large cabin where Karasuno and Aobajohsai would be staying for the next week. The cabin sat up within the mountains, surrounded by nothing but nature for miles in every direction. It was so peaceful and beautiful, the soft wind blowing through the tall trees, their leaves slowly starting to turn shades of brown and orange.

“This week is going to be great!”

“Yahoo!” Noya shot off the bus with Tanaka and Hinata at his heels, the three boys running in circles around the open area in front of the cabin. They reminded you a lot of golden retrievers.

You sweatdropped. ‘I don’t think it’s going to be very peaceful, though.’

Ennoshita sighed as he stopped beside you, watching his teammates with an exasperated expression. “How do they have so much energy this early in the morning?”

“Ah, to be young again~” you joked, making your boyfriend chuckle.

“You’re only a year older, hun.” He pressed his soft lips to your cheek, hand sliding into your own.

“Alright, listen up!” Ukai clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “We’re not here to have fun, we’re here to train. Don’t forget that! Now grab your bags and get them to your rooms.” He smirked as the second bus pulled to a stop behind the first. “Before they take all of the good ones!”

Karasuno scrambled into the cabin with their things and you could hear them arguing over which room they wanted and who they wanted to room with. The door on bus two slid open and Aobajohsai’s team started to disembark, led by their captain, Oikawa. As soon as his chocolate eyes landed on you, his face lit up and he rushed over, throwing his arms around you from the side.

“Y/N!” He cooed happily, his cheek rubbing against yours. “I missed you.”

You chuckled at your friend’s dramatics, patting his arm. “You just saw me before we got on the bus.”

“I know,” he pouted. “But that was ages ago!”

“It was only an hour and ten minutes, Shittykawa!” Iwaizumi scowled, feeling a headache already beginning to form at his temple.

“Like I said – ages!”

“Stop bothering Y/N or I’ll headbutt you in the spleen!”

As fast as lightning, Oikawa shifted to your other side, effectively putting you between himself and his violent best friend. “Protect me, Y/N~”

Hearing the commotion outside, Ennoshita stepped out of the cabin, eyes landing on you before sliding over to the setter that held you. It made his heart clench painfully within his chest, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. He knew that the two of you were just old friends, but… how could he not feel jealous? Oikawa was everything he was not – confident, talented, popular, gorgeous. How could he possibly compete with him?

Iwaizumi said something Oikawa didn’t like, making him stick his tongue out and turn his head. In doing so, the setter noticed Ennoshita standing on the porch and sent him a bright smile. This only made the second-year feel worse. Looking into Oikawa’s eyes, it felt like the older male was challenging him, trying to say that the two of them were not on the same level. Ennoshita agreed with that, tearing his eyes away before turning back to the cabin where Noya and Tanaka were arguing over who got to share a room with Kiyoko.

Oikawa frowned. He was no stranger to being disliked by men, but this was his good friend’s boyfriend and he wanted to at least get along with the second-year, but Ennoshita didn’t seem to share his sentiments.

“Kawa?” You called with concern, noticing how quiet he had become as he stared at the cabin. “Something wrong?”

His demeanor instantly lifted and he hugged you tighter, smiling brightly. “Of course not! I’m here with my two best friends, after all!”

Iwaizumi scoffed as he passed by. “Who would be dumb enough to be your friend? I’d like to meet ’em.”

“You’re so rude!” He cried in return, making you laugh loudly. “Don’t encourage him, Y/N!”

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It was the third day of training camp and you had noticed a subtle change in your boyfriend’s behavior. He hid it well and not being the center of attention made it easy for him to hide whatever was bothering him, but he was your boyfriend, the love of your life. You knew he was upset about something, but he was the type to spend time analyzing the situation before coming up with a solution, so you tried to give him his space so he could figure it out himself, but… it didn’t seem to be working.

You shifted in your sleep, reaching out for Ennoshita but the spot beside you was empty and cold, making you sit up to rub at your tired eyes. Had he gone to the bathroom? You stood up, careful not to step on Kageyama or Hinata as you stepped out of the room. The sound of rain was luring you outside, where you found your boyfriend sitting on the porch, gaze locked on the ground as he wrung his fingers.

“Chikara?” You called softly, hand resting on his shoulder as you kneeled beside him.

He gave you a sheepish smile. “It’s late, hun. What are you doing up?”

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you.” You folded your legs beneath you, your shoulder brushing against his as you made yourself comfortable. “Won’t you tell me what’s bothering you, love?”

Ennoshita wouldn’t insult your intelligence by playing dumb. Instead, he returned his gaze to the night sky, listening to the soft pitter-patter of rain upon the earth. It was such a peaceful, calm night yet he felt so on edge. Where would he even begin?

You gently cupped his cheek, forcing him to meet your gaze. The pain lingering within the depths of his eyes made your heart hurt. “You’re my boyfriend, Chikara. Whatever it is that you’re going through, you don’t have to shoulder it alone.”

Tears sprung to his eyes but he quickly looked away, covering his eyes with his arm. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“What for?” You inquired softly.

“I’m not good enough for you.” He choked back a sob with a bitter laugh. “You’re constantly surrounded by these incredible volleyball players. Attractive men with bold personalities who are confident in who they are and what they’re capable of. And then there’s me. Just… average. I’m not good looking, I have no exceptional talent as a volleyball player. I can’t even bring myself to have the slightest bit of confidence in myself. You deserve so much better, Y/N. I’m honestly just waiting for you to realize that.” He laughed again, the tears spilling over his cheeks. “How much longer do I have with you before I wake up to find that you’ve left to be in the arms of someone better, like Oikawa.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Had he really been so insecure all of this time? How had you not picked up on it? You felt so guilty knowing that he had been suffering so long in silence.

“I’m sorry,” he scrubbed at his eyes in frustration. “I’m pathetic.”

You suddenly snapped, gripping his shoulders and shoving him back until he was flat against the wood, your body straddling his as you pinned his wrists on either side of his head. He tried to speak, but the intensity within your eyes had him gulping nervously, unable to make a sound. Generally, you were a calm and caring person that rarely got angry at people, but there was a rage burning within your eyes that he had never seen before, but it wasn’t directed at him.

Your hands tightened around his wrists and you took a breath. “Now, you listen here, Ennoshita Chikara. I don’t know what’s got you thinking like this, but I’m going to put a stop to it right now. Why are you comparing yourself to others? Of course you’re not like them because every single person is unique. There’s only one you and you are perfectly fine just the way you are.”

His eyes widened, lips parting, but you weren’t done. His heart was racing within his chest, but he couldn’t hear it, too focused on you.

“You’re so kind, always helping everyone you meet and supporting the team. You help Daichi keep the idiot squad in line which takes a lot of pressure off of him. So what if you’re not in the spotlight? In my opinion, that makes you more valuable to the team. You’re a wild card. People don’t know what you’re capable of and, believe me, you very much are capable. I’ve seen how hard you practice – before school, during lunch, after school. Even when you’re sick!”

You lowered your head so your hair covered your eyes, tears stinging at your eyes as your emotions began to get the better of you. You had so much to say to try and make him realize how incredible he actually was. How could you make him see himself as you saw him?

“You have no idea how happy you make me, Chikara. I… I love you so damn much, I can’t even picture my life without you anymore. To me, you are the single most important person, the most attractive, the most incredible man on this earth. Hearing you say such things about yourself… it honestly breaks my heart. I would give anything for you to see yourself through my eyes for just one day. I…”

Ennoshita felt your grip loosen on his wrists, your eyes filled with warmth and love for him as tears slid down your skin. The pads of his fingers brushed against your neck before curling around your skin, pulling you down so he could claim your lips. The kiss was heated and passionate, filled with all of the things you couldn’t find words for.

Together with your words, the kiss portrayed just how important he was to you, destroying the negativity and self-doubt that plagued his mind.

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🏐 Kindness; Ryuunosuke Tanaka (Sportember #029)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, School

Word Count: 1,244

Pairing: Reader x Tanaka

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: Kind

Sport: Volleyball

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“I don’t know about this Kags. You know I’m not really a people person,” you frowned at him, sipping on the strawberry milk he had forced into your hands.

“It’ll be fine,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re just coming to watch practice, don’t overthink it.”

“You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“Mhm.”

“Gee, don’t say it back or anything.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“You’re such a jerk,” you smacked him in the shoulder as you followed him toward the gym. He didn’t respond to the comment as he took the stairs to the second floor of the locker rooms so he could get changed. You made yourself comfortable outside, scrolling through your MeBook page.

The door creaked open, followed by multiple male voices and the sound of footsteps on the wood, but you paid it no mind, knowing that Kags couldn’t have changed that quickly.

“You guys really need to study for the upcoming exams,” Suga sighed at the two boys in front of him.

“It’ll be fine!” Tanaka grinned. “How hard could it… be…”

Suga and Noya stopped, following the boy’s line of sight when he suddenly froze. The second-year had noticed you waiting and his heart started to race at the sight of the beautiful human being before him. Before Suga could utter a word, both second-years were in your face.

“Hey, cutie. What are you doing here?” Noya wiggled his eyebrows as he stood on your left.

“Did you come to watch our awesome spikes?” Tanaka grinned, taking up your right side.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What class are you in?”

“You’re so cute, please go out with me!”

“No way, go out with me instead!”

“Guys,” Suga scolded, karate-chopping both boys on the back of the head. “Will you knock it off? I’m really sorry about them.”

“Um, it’s okay,” you smiled nervously, a bead of sweat rolling down your cheek as you looked between the three boys. Kags had warned you about these two and their never-ending struggle to find someone that would return their affections but seeing it up close was a whole other story.

“Are you looking for someone?” Suga questioned with a polite smile.

“Ah, no. I’m waiting on Kags, er, Kageyama. He told me to wait here.”

“What? No way!” Noya cried in disbelief.

Tanaka mirrored his crestfallen look. “You’re dating Kageyama?”

“Ew,” your nose wrinkled. “He’s my best friend.”

The two exchanged a look before high-fiving each other. “We still have a chance!”

Kageyama headed down the stairs, raising a brow at his senpai that were dancing around in circles, chanting the same line over and over. His eyes met yours and you shrugged before following him toward the gym.

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One of the things that Tanaka wanted most was to find a cute partner that loved him and adored him as much as he did them. While it’s true that he went after every single female that he found cute, he always got rejected by them. They thought he was too pushy, too loud, and just plain annoying. Every one of them rejected his advances.

And then there was you.

He had been hitting on you since day one, nearly three months ago, and yet you had never actually rejected him. You didn’t seem annoyed by his attempts to woo you, either, you were just unsure of how to handle it. You weren’t used to being hit on, especially by someone as handsome as Tanaka.

Yes, you had also found him attractive on that first day that you met, but that was as far as it went. The more time you spent around him, though, the more you started to develop feelings. He was so much more than just a loud, girl-obsessed senpai. He was kind and caring, strong and loyal. His skills on the court were impressive and he always knew how to lighten the mood and inspire his underclassman.

Even if he was just trying to get into your good graces, he always treated you kindly, offering his ear if you ever needed someone to talk to. He even threatened a couple of girls that were teasing you during lunch, scaring them away even though he thought they were cute, too.

Tanaka didn’t understand why you didn’t flat out reject him. At first, he thought he might have a chance with you but after a while, he started to wonder if you were just being nice. Did you not want to reject him at the risk of hurting his feelings? That only made him want you more. The more time he spent with you, the more he started to genuinely fall for you.

His problem was that he didn’t know how to go forward. How could he show you that it wasn’t just his usual flirty antics and that he wants to be in a relationship with you? More importantly, how would you react? That worried him the most. Even so, he was determined to at least try.

Tanaka decided to leave it in fate’s hands. If they won the match against Date Tech, he would confess his feelings to you then and there, in front of the entire gymnasium. If they lost, however, he would keep his feelings to himself until another day. He fought harder than he ever had in that match and it paid off.

As the rest of the team cheered over their win, Tanaka turned his dark eyes to the stands where you were standing, cheering the team on as if it were your religion to do so. When your eyes met his, you were stunned by the determination in his eyes, the serious look etched into his face. You had rarely ever seen him so serious.

“Y/N!” he called out your name and the rest of the gym disappeared. The only sound you heard was his voice, everything else muffled and blurred around you.

You leaned forward on the railing, feeling your heart racing within your chest but you weren’t sure why. “Yes, Tanaka-senpai?”

Blood pumped in his ears and he swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “I need to tell you something important, so listen closely.”

“Okay,” you nodded, hands clutching the metal railing tight enough to discolor your knuckles.

He took a deep breath. “I’m in love with you!! Will you please be my partner?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting the words that reached your ears. It felt like your heart had gained wings, fluttering around against your rib cage. “A-Are you serious?”

“Yes,” his eyes shimmered with sincerity and you knew this wasn’t a joke.

“I… I’d love to date you, Tanaka-senpai!” you responded cheerfully despite the warmth flooding your face.

Tanaka’s face lit up, shining brighter than the sun itself as he held his arms outward. “Jump into my arms, Y/N! I’ll catch you, baby!”

“No!!” Several voices chorused, breaking you both from the spell you had been under and you became aware of the entire gymnasium staring at the two of you. If your face wasn’t bright red before, it certainly was now.

Kageyama sent you a stern look. “Don’t you dare jump, Y/N! You’ll die.”

Tanaka scowled, putting his hands on his hips. “Are you saying I couldn’t catch them?”

“Yes!”

“Why you little -”

You laughed as he took off after Kageyama, trying to bring the boy into a headlock.

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🏐 Dislike; Takanobu Aone (Sportember #021)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: School, Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 2,466

Pairing: Reader x Aone

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: “I dislike sports.”

Sport: Volleyball

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing for Date Tech so I have no idea if I got their personalities right but hopefully it’s okay! ^~^)/

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The first time Aone ever saw you was when you appeared at their volleyball practice one afternoon, searching for the timid captain, Moniwa. While you appeared attractive to him, he didn’t pay you much mind, far more invested in volleyball than dating. Still, you were intriguing to him, often keeping to yourself or speaking with the captain.

After seeing you that first afternoon, he started to notice you more around the school, even seeing you a couple of times on your way home. And for some reason, he found himself watching you more than he was willing to admit, observing the way you interacted with the world around you and how you avoided the people because they annoyed you. It wasn’t long before he had learned all of your ticks and habits.

You only came to practice a hand full of times and even then, you rarely interacted with the other members of the team, though you didn’t ignore them if they spoke to you, which they rarely did simply because they had no reason to. Aone, on the other hand, really did want to speak to you, to get to know you better, but he was far too shy to attempt it. What would he even say?

Futakuchi was the only one that noticed the longing glances he sent your way on those rare occasions that you joined them. He tried to convince the larger male to just say hi to you, but he refused, going back to practice while trying to act as if he weren’t sneaking glances at you. He knew that once the third years left the team to focus on their studies, you would stop coming around, as well, so he decided to fix this.

“Hey, captain?” Futakuchi approached the shorter male, his hand on his hip.

“What is it?” Moniwa tilted his head curiously.

“Can you ask Y/N-senpai to come to practice tomorrow?”

“Eh? What for?”

“I’d like to get to know them,�� he responded with a bright smile, hands held behind his back. “They seem really cool.”

“Hm, I doubt they’ll agree, but I’ll certainly ask,” the captain returned the smile.

“Thank you~”

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“Hah? Why would I do that?” You questioned before stuffing some rice into your mouth, staring lazily at your childhood friend.

Moniwa was sitting at the side of your desk with his lunch in front of him. “Because I’m your friend and you love me?” He pouted, poking your hand with his chopsticks. “You’ve been before.”

“That doesn’t make it any less boring,” you rolled your eyes. “I only ever attend practice when your mom comes to pick you up.”

“And here I thought you came to watch me because you wanted to support me,” he frowned.

“Me being there won’t make you improve in any way and we see each other every day. I definitely only went so I could hitch a ride with your mom.”

“Would it help if I told you that my team thinks you’re cool?” He quirked a brow before taking a bite of his lunch.

“Why? I’ve barely said five words to any of them.”

“No clue, but they asked me to ask you to stop by this afternoon.”

“Sounds boring.”

“I’ll buy you a soda.”

Your eyes suddenly lit up and you sent him a serious look. “I’ll see you there.”

He sweatdropped at your sudden change of demeanor, but he was happy to have gotten you to agree. He could only hope that you would be respectful to his team and not start an argument with them.

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Futakuchi was the first person to notice you when you stepped into the gymnasium that afternoon, a bored look on your face as you sipped from a can of your favorite soda. The captain was at your side, talking excitedly about something that had happened to him in class, but you weren’t really paying him any attention.

The brunette tapped the white-haired second year on the arm before nodding toward you. “Y/N is here.”

Aone’s eyes snapped toward you, his pale cheeks dusting with pink, but he said nothing, simply nodding before returning to his pre-practice stretches.

“You should talk to them,” he encouraged. “You know they’re not gonna come here anymore once the captain leaves the team.”

Aone frowned at the thought, but he knew he would still see you around the school, at the very least.

Futakuchi rolled his eyes, sensing the boy’s thoughts. “You have the perfect opportunity to talk to them right now.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he responded softly.

“You could start with ‘hi’,” the brunette grabbed the taller boy’s jersey before tugging him over to where you had settled down on the bench, playing a mobile game on your phone. “Y/N, hello!”

You glanced up at the two before returning your gaze to the screen. “Hello.”

“Thank you for coming to support us, it means a lot,” he smiled brightly, nudging the taller boy in the ribs.

Aone swallowed the lump in his throat, body tense as his face heated up. “T-Thank you, senpai…”

You looked up at the sound of his deep voice, making him snap his gaze to the side, unable to look you in the eye. It was the first time you had ever heard him speak and, while it didn’t come as a surprise that his voice was deep, you could appreciate how calming his tone was. “I haven’t even done anything.”

“Being here boosts our morale!” Futakuchi explained, holding his index finger up. “It also gives us more motivation to win. You must be super busy, but you still come to support us when you can.”

You scoffed at the implication, amusement dancing in your eyes as you looked at him. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re wrong. I’m not busy at all and I don’t come here to support you.”

The two boys exchanged a confused look.

“I dislike sports,” you told them with a shrug. “They’re incredibly boring and I don’t see the point behind them. I don’t come here to support you guys, I only come here so Kaname’s mom can take me home with them so I don’t have to walk.”

Aone’s eyes widened in surprise at the confession. You didn’t like sports? As someone whose whole life was surrounded by volleyball, he couldn’t understand the sentiment and, more importantly, he doubted a relationship could work between you. Even if you liked him back, how could he be with you knowing you didn’t like sports? How could you be with him knowing he was obsessed with sports?

Futakuchi on the other hand, just sent you a look somewhere between disbelieving and annoyed, glancing at his captain. And here he thought you came because Moniwa asked you to.

You noticed this and chuckled. “Don’t worry, he knows already. We can still be friends and not support each other’s hobbies, you know.”

“So… you hate sports then?” He questioned, glancing at the taller male but, aside from the light dusting of color upon his cheeks, his face did not betray what he was feeling.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you responded, propping your chin in the palm of your hand. “To me, sports just don’t exist.”

Aone’s body slumped forward a bit, shoulders drooping as he lowered his head to cover his eyes in shadow.

“And if you dated someone that played sports?”

Your brow raised at the question. “Are you trying to say something, Futakuchi?”

He glanced at the taller male again and you followed his gaze, tilting your head to the side. “Not at all~ I’m simply curious.”

You took in Aone’s dejected expression and the body language he was presenting and you realized something important. With a hum, you sent the brunette an amused look. “I wouldn’t be able to answer that until I experienced it. Guess I’ll just have to wait for someone who likes sports to ask me out, then I’ll let you know.”

Aone didn’t like the thought of someone else asking you out, but he certainly didn’t feel confident enough to be the one to ask you.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Kamasaki scowled at the two from across the court. “Stop socializing and get to work!”

Futakuchi rolled his eyes at him. “It’s rude to interrupt, you know.”

“Hah?” His eye twitched at the disrespectful tone the younger boy used. “What did you just say?!”

“Are you deaf or something?” The brunette smirked, not even flinching when the older boy stomped over, getting into his face.

“Stop being a disrespectful little shit and get to practice!”

“Or what?”

“G-Guys, please…” Moniwa looked between the two boys before turning to Aone with pleading expression. The second year understood, giving a small nod before inserting his large body between the two boys, using his hands to push them apart.

Their arguing was giving you a headache so you stood up and left the gym, heading for the vending machines that sat outside the locker room. As badly as Aone wanted to follow you, he stayed put, following his team back onto the court.

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You yawned loudly as you leaned against the fence surrounding Date Tech. The sun was gone, the sky a deep velvet with stars dotted across it like flecks of glitter. It was getting late now, tiredness settling into your bones. Why the hell were they practicing so damn late? It made no sense to you. Even the coach had already left the school.

You were beginning to consider just going home, but you had always been a stubborn person, so you stayed put, eyes narrowed in the direction of the school as you continued to wait. The manager was the first person you saw, quickly followed by three other members, all of whom you couldn’t be bothered to remember the names of. They smiled at you politely as they passed by, but you were too tired to return the gesture.

Finally, after ten more minutes of waiting, Futakuchi rounded the corner with Aone at his side, the latter remaining quiet as the brunette rambled on about one thing or another.

When Aone’s eyes met yours, he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening a bit. He was sure you had gone home already, so why were you waiting by the gate? Were you waiting for Moniwa who was still in the locker room with his vice captain?

“Oh, Y/N,” Futakuchi tilted his head. “What you still doing here?”

You hummed tiredly, your gaze flickering to the tall boy. “Who knows.”

“Well if you don’t know, we certainly don’t,” he scoffed before continuing on past you.

Since you lived in the same direction, you pushed away from the fence and started after him, pausing to look back at Aone who hadn’t budged. “You coming?”

“A-Ah, yes.” His cheeks burned as he took a few long strides, easily closing the distance between you, his pace slowing down when he was finally at your side. Every once in a while, your hand would brush against his, sending heat rushing to his face. He wanted to reach out and grasp your hand in his, but when he considered how you might react, he didn’t like the scenarios his brain conjured up.

“I’m surprised you’re not waiting for the captain,” Futakuchi commented, glancing over his shoulder. He didn’t miss how close the two of you were walking.

“Why would I? His mom isn’t picking him up today so I’d just be walking home even more tired than normal. Sounds like a pain to me.”

He snickered. “You’re not a very good friend, are you?”

“Never said I was.”

With a hum, the brunette pulled his phone from his pocket and suddenly gasped dramatically. “I forgot to pick up my sister! Gotta go!”

Your brow quirked up as the second year took off down the street. You didn’t even know him and even to you, that was obviously a lie. He wanted to the two of you to be alone together, that much was obvious. This only confirmed your suspicions that Aone might have feelings for you.

“Hey, Aone?”

“Yes, senpai?” He questioned softly, hand tugging at the strap of his bag as he did his best to keep his gaze forward.

“Does he actually have a sister?”

He hesitated, wondering if he should rat out his friend, but he didn’t like the idea of lying, especially not to you. “He doesn’t…”

“Knew it,” you snickered, turning your amused gaze to the tall boy. “Do you like me, Aone?”

The second year stopped dead in his tracks, face turning the shade of a cherry as the words reverberated around his brain. Had he really been that obvious? His lips parted, but no sound escaped him.

You observed him for a moment. “Just be honest with me.”

His eyes met yours and it felt like his heart was practicing for the Olympics. When he finally managed to speak, his voice was soft, not fitting his appearance at all. “I… l-like you…”

“I see,” you hummed, stepping in front of him with a grin. “Tell me something. Are you curious about my answer when it comes to dating someone that’s into sports?” Aone hesitantly nodded. “Good, because I’m curious too. Let’s find out together, shall we?”

The thought made his breath hitch, a soft smile coming to his lips despite the redness of his cheeks. “I would – would like that… senpai.”

“Good,” you grinned, slipping your hand into his own large one before tugging to get him to start moving again. His fingers laced with your own on instinct, hoping that you couldn’t feel how clammy his skin was. “You can just call me Y/N if you want. I don’t really care.”

“Y/N,” he breathed out, testing the name on his tongue. He liked the way it felt, even if it was a bit embarrassing to him. “Will you…”

“Hm?”

“A-Ah, it’s nothing…”

You chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze. He was so easy for you to read. “Yes, I will come to your game tomorrow.”

His lips slid upward as warmth filled him at the thought of you coming to cheer him on even though you didn’t find any enjoyment in sports. “Thank you.”

“You really are so cute,” you commented with a smile, biting back a laugh when his cheeks darkened again, his head shooting to the side to try and hide his embarrassment.

While it’s true that you didn’t like sports and found them to be so very boring, you felt hopeful that it would be more bearable now that you had someone to focus your attention on. A small part of you was looking forward to the match, to seeing the tall boy in action.

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🥊 By Your Side; China / Yao Wang (Sportember #027)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Fluff, Romance, AU, Slice of Life

Word Count: 1,219

Pairing: Reader x China

World: Axis Powers Hetalia

Prompt: Sacrifice

Sport: Boxing

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Relationships don’t come without sacrifices and the more that you love someone, the more that you are willing to sacrifice just to make them happy. No one understood this more than Wang Yao. He was a man that had it all – a well-paying job, lots of friends and family, a beautiful house on the edge of town, and a cat that had been paid off already.

You were someone that was used to working your ass off but still struggling financially. You grew up in a home that survived paycheck to paycheck and this didn’t get any better when you moved out. You struggled to get a job that paid enough for you to survive while also trying to chase your dreams. If you could just keep pushing, you were sure that you could make it.

You were working at the coffee shop when you first met Yao. It a shit job that underpaid their employees while overworking them and treating them like human garbage. You remember how much you hated the manager and her ‘holier than thou’ attitude. The only good thing that came out of that job was your meeting with him.

You remembered him fondly because he came in dressed in an expensive suit, his brunette locks pulled into a low ponytail that rested upon his shoulder. He was clearly different from the rabble that usually entered the rundown shop, his aura strong and powerful. Why would a man who clearly had money come to a cheap little shop like that? You had no idea.

You expected to get an attitude similar to how your boss treated you, but you were pleasantly surprised when he offered you a kind smile, his voice soft and melodic.

“Good afternoon. May I get a coffee black please?”

“That’ll be two-fifty, sir,” you told him as you added the order to the computer. He swiped a black card, tapping on the card reader before smiling at you. “One moment, please.” You handed him the receipt before turning around to make the coffee for him.

His hands brushed against yours when he took the cup from you. “Thank you, aru. Have a good day!”

“Uh, yeah. You too.” You watched him leave the store, surprised by how kind he was. Or at least how kind he liked to act. You expected to never see him again, but he showed up the next day at the same time, and then the next, and the next. A week soon turned into a month, which turned into three months.

At first, he would simply place his order and then leave while remaining polite, but as the days passed by, he started to hold conversations with you, asking questions to get to know you. You started to look forward to his visits, but the situation at your job was steadily decreasing and it reached a point where you no longer could take it.

You quit the job, leaving behind the friendship you had made with the man. And that was that.

Or so you thought.

Two weeks passed by and you started a new job at the bookstore a few blocks away. It was around this time that you started to train in order to achieve your dream of being a professional boxer. It was something you had grown up watching but hadn’t gotten into until recently. While you could definitely make a nice profit from being a professional, that isn’t why you wanted to go pro.

Boxing was a way to get out your frustrations and lift the weight off of your shoulders. The thought of going pro made you feel an excitement you didn’t know possible. Too distracted in reading up on the sport, you didn’t notice who had come up to the service counter.

“Good morning, aru.”

You quickly straightened your back, clearing your throat as you turned to the customer. “Good morn – oh.” Your eyes widened in surprise to find Yao standing before you with a kind smile etched onto his lips. “It’s you.”

“You left the coffee shop without saying anything,” he frowned, brushing away a few stray strands of his brunette hair. “I was worried I wouldn’t see you again, aru.”

“And why is that?” you wondered, tilting your head to the side.

“Because I like you,” he answered honestly, his brown eyes shimmering with warmth. “Do you not feel the same?”

Your lips parted but the words caught on your tongue. The truth was that you had been thinking about him, as well. “Yeah… yeah, I do.”

The two of you started dating after that and soon after you moved in together. His family didn’t approve, believing that you were only dating him for his money, but he didn’t let that stop him. He loved you and was more than happy to support your dreams.

With his help, you were able to stop focusing on work and started to train harder at becoming a pro. You started to enter competitions hoping to get scouted and, after four years, you finally were. He was impressed by your tenacity and strength, offering you the chance to join his team.

The problem was that the team was located in another country and if you decided to sign the contract, you would have to move to that country, leaving behind everything you had. Granted, the only thing you actually had was your boyfriend, but he was more than enough to make you reconsider. You tried to keep this hidden from him, but he always knew when something was on your mind.

Arms wrapped around your body as his chest pressed against your back. “What has your mind so preoccupied, aru?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just a bit tired,” you forced a smile, soaking in the warmth that he offered.

He hummed softly, pressing his lips to your cheek. “Is this about the boxing offer?”

“Y-You know about that?” your body tensed up and he chuckled, his hand running across your stomach.

“Of course I know, aru. What has you so conflicted? This is your dream, is it not?”

“Yes, but…” you turned around in his grasp, meeting his warm hazel eyes. “If I accept the offer, I’ll have to leave you.”

“Says who?” he tilted his head to the side, bringing his hand to your cheek.

“I’d be leaving the country, Yao. Long-distance relationships never work out!”

“Silly, Y/N,” he chuckled, tugging you toward him so he could claim your lips with a loving kiss. “I’ll be right there beside you, aru.”

“Absolutely not,” you scowled. “There’s no way I’m letting you upturn your entire life just for me!”

“You don’t get a say in this, silly.” He booped you on the nose, giving you a bright smile. “I love you more than anything else in this world. If I have to give up everything to remain by your side, I will happily do so, aru.”

“Yao…” your eyes shimmered with love as you tugged on the collar of his shirt, your lips hovering over his own. “Are you… sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, baobei.”

“I love you, Yao,” you threw your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face into his neck.

His arms wrapped around your body, holding you tightly. “I love you, too, Y/N.”

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🎾 Security; Bunta Marui (Sportember #026)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Word Count: 762

Pairing: Reader x Marui

World: The Prince of Tennis

Prompt: Secure

Sport: Tennis

Author’s Note: I feel like as it gets closer to the end of the month and I finish off working on these, they get shorter and shorter ;_;) Like I don’t mean for it to go that way, I stop writing when it feels appropriate, but… I also feel like I’m doing a disservice to the set, I don’t know. I won’t lie and say this set hasn’t been stressful as fuck, though lol but that’s my own fault! Hopefully, these are still enjoyable.

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You stretched your arms above your head as you settled down on the metal bleachers, glancing at your boyfriend as he interacted with his fanclub, comprised mostly of female students that were crushing on him. You may be biased, but you could understand why they were so starstruck by him.

Marui Bunta was, by all accounts, an incredible boy. He was smart and friendly, always offering a smile or a helping hand to others. Plus he was athletic, good at playing tennis, and he was gorgeous. There was very little not to love about him.

Saeka, your friend and classmate, settled down beside you, following your eyes before frowning at you. “I don’t know how you do it, Y/N.”

“Hm?” You tilted your head, looking at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Dating someone popular like Marui-san,” she clarified. “He’s always surrounded by fangirls trying to date him. You know they talk bad about you, right?”

“Probably,” you smiled softly, propping up your chin in your palm. “Some of them are really nice, though!”

“Don’t you get… jealous at all?” She wondered, brow furrowed as she watched the third-year accepting a box of chocolates from one of the girls.

“No. Why would I?”

“Well, some of them are really beautiful, you know? What if he…” she bit her lip, sending you a weary look. It felt wrong to ask the words out loud, as if that would somehow curse you to befall that fate.

You knew what she meant, though. “Marui is incredible for several different reasons, one of those reasons being loyalty. He isn’t a man that would cheat on the person he’s dating. If he’s not happy with someone, he’d break up with them, not seek the company of another.”

“But how can you be sure of that?”

“Hmm, well, I suppose it has something to do with trust.” You tapped your chin, glancing up at the sky, lightly covered by grey clouds. “When it comes to our relationship, I feel secure knowing that he isn’t that kind of guy. Maybe one day I’ll find out that I’m wrong, but I don’t believe I am.”

“You’re so cool, Y/N,” she murmured, giving you a look of awe. “I hope I can find a relationship like that one day!”

“You will, don’t worry!” You smiled.

“Y/N!” Marui jogged over to you with a bright grin, his arms full of treats that had been given to him by his fans. “Look, look! Someone gave me chocolate mousse cookies!”

“How does that work?” You wondered, glancing at Saeko who shrugged in response.

“No clue, but they are amazing. Here,” he shifted the items around before holding out a small plastic box with a stack of cookies inside. You took it, careful not to knock down any of the other treats before popping the lid off.

“They look like normal chocolate chip cookies,” she commented when you held it out to her, letting her grab one before taking one for yourself.

“They seem softer, though,” you added, bringing it to your mouth. Marui watched the two of you with excited eyes as the two of you chewed on the cookies. Your eyes lit up when the taste settled on your tongue. “Wow, these are incredible.”

“See? I told you!” He kneeled down to empty the contents of his arms onto the bench beside you before producing a slip of folded paper. “She was nice enough to write down the recipe! Can we try making them together?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him as you accepted the paper, reading over the small handwriting. “I can’t promise they will taste as good, though.”

He hummed, resting his chin on your knee. “I can guarantee they will taste even better because they were made by you~”

You giggled, poking him on the nose. “You’re such a dork.”

“But I’m your dork~” he wrinkled his nose, sticking his tongue out at you. A smile came upon your lips at that and you nodded, brushing his fushia bangs away from his eyes. He leaned into your touch, his fingers curling around your wrist.

“Marui, let’s go!” Jackal waved his hand from across the court. “It’s time to practice!”

“Coming!” Marui leaned forward, capturing your lips for a moment before pulling away with a smile. “Cheer me on, okay?”

“Of course! Now go before Sanada makes you run laps.”

He nodded, pecking your cheek before jogging over to his best friend to start tennis practice. You smiled as you watched him, munching happily on your cookie.

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🏐 Long Way Down; Morisuke Yaku (Sportember #007)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,925

Pairing: Reader x Yaku

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: “Life is walking on a tightrope, with nothing but a blindfold. It’s a long way down.”

Sport: Volleyball

WARNING: This fic contains depression and self-harm. If this is a trigger for you, please do not read.

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When people looked at you, they saw a cheerful third-year so full of life and ambition. And why wouldn’t you be? You attended a good school, your family didn’t have financial problems, you came from a loving family, blessed with parents that loved you and supported everything you decided to do. Your grades were above average, you were athletic, selfless, and willing to give the shirt off your back if someone needed it. Your classmates called you perfect, but you weren’t. Far from it.

No one knew about the demons that you battled on a daily basis. No one knew that you cried yourself to sleep nearly every night. No one knew just how much you were suffering, how much you hated yourself. In your mind, you simply weren’t good enough, not strong enough, despite people telling you that you were. With every decision, you felt regret. With every compliment, you wanted to tell them that they were wrong. But people expected you to be happy, to cheer them up when they were feeling down.

What would everyone think if they knew the truth? If they knew what a depressed mess that you were, barely holding on… You wanted nothing more than to be the person people believed you to be, but you just weren’t strong enough to meet everyone’s expectations.

When your depression finally reached its peak, you knew you had to do something, so you met up with your friend in a small coffee shop far enough away from Nekoma high to avoid any of your classmates. The two of you had been close since middle school, but she had chosen a different high school so you didn’t get to hang out with each other as often anymore. At first, she was cheerful, asking why you suddenly wanted to meet up, but when you explained your situation, her face went blank.

“Is this a joke?” Her voice was deathly calm, but rage was swirling within her dark eyes.

You frowned, wringing your hands nervously in your lap. “No. Why would I -”

“Give me a break!” She suddenly snapped, her fist making the table rattle when it made contact. “Little perfect Y/N is depressed? You have no right to be depressed, bitch. Your family doesn’t struggle to pay bills, your parents don’t hate each other’s guts. You have people kissing the ground you walk on! You don’t have to worry about being held back because you can’t make the grade, but you’re depressed?” She scoffed in disbelief, quickly standing up. “No, you’re just a greedy, self-centered little cunt that has to have everyone’s attention just to be happy!”

Tears stung at your eyes as your friend left the cafe with a huff. Guilt filled your entire being as her words rang out in your mind. ‘She’s right… I was so wrapped up in my own feelings, I didn’t stop to consider hers. She’s going through so much and I… I’m a terrible human being.’ You bit your lip hard to muffle your sobs as you held your face in your hands, tears sliding down your warm cheeks.

No one within the cafe even batted an eye in your direction.

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Since that meeting with your friend, you’ve found it harder and harder to keep your emotions in check. It was like your negative emotions were demons locked behind a steel door, constantly slamming their bodies against it to try and break it open, but the padlocks were holding strong. At least until your friend broke one of them off. Now, that door is rattling more violently, the screws slowly but surely being knocked loose.

How much longer before they broke the door down? What would happen then? You felt so terrified and so very alone.

There were many options to help curb the pain. Temporary distractions to let you feel normal and happy for a short amount of time. False hope in the form of alcohol or drugs, self-harm or even violence. You decided to start cutting yourself – just one or two marks on your stomach at first, then your inner thighs and chest. Anywhere that couldn’t be seen in your uniform. It wasn’t long before it became your addiction, a fix you couldn’t make it through the day without. It made everything so much more bearable, but you were beginning to run out of free space.

You started to wear long sleeves even when it was ungodly hot, the sweat clinging to the wounds and making them burn slightly. With your attention on the physical pain, the demons behind the door started to calm. It was an incredible feeling, making the pain worth it.

If people noticed your change in attitude, they didn’t seem too bothered by it. Most assumed you were just trying to be quirky, and they started wearing long-sleeved sweaters, too, thinking it was just a fashion trend that you were starting.

There was one person that couldn’t be fooled, though, and he was starting to grow quite concerned.

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When you showed up to help with the volleyball team’s afternoon practice, the boys gave you weird looks. It was the middle of summer, the heat climbing to its peak, yet you were dressed in the winter gym uniform as if it were twenty degrees. They were on the fence about bringing this up but ultimately decided against it. The problem was that Kenma lacked a filter.

“Y/N-san, why are you dressed like that? I feel hot just looking at you.”

You had gotten used to comments like these and just smiled it off. “I like it!”

Yaku scowled, his hand resting on his hip. “I don’t care if you like it. Go put on the other uniform before you die of heatstroke!” He was feeling frustrated because he had already told you that the AC in the gym was broken, but you just didn’t seem to care. He could clearly see you sweating and he knew you were feeling hot. ‘Y/N doesn’t seem to care much for anything these days…’

You tried to brush off the comment, but something about his tone really irked you and you just snapped. “You’re not my damn dad, Yaku, don’t think you can just order me around!”

Yaku and the rest of the team froze in shock, staring at you as if you had just spouted an extra head. In all of the time that they had known you, you had never raised your voice to any of them or even gotten upset with them, and especially not with Yaku, who you were easily the closest to.

The sudden silence made you realize your mistake and you quickly faked a laugh, rubbing the back of your head. “Just kidding~!”

The team visibly relaxed and Yamamoto stepped up to slap your shoulder, making you wince for multiple reasons. “Good one, Y/N! You really had us going there!”

“Thank you,” you quickly turned on your heel before heading into the storage room to catch your breath. You were so caught up in cursing yourself for your reaction that you didn’t hear the footsteps coming after you or the sound of the door being slid closed.

“Y/N.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, whirling around with your hand over your heart and forcing a smile on your lips. “You scared me, Yaku! Guess that’s karma for the joke, huh?”

He frowned. “When are you going to stop with the fake smiles?”

Your smile faltered a bit. “I don -”

“Stop lying!” He scowled, hands balling into fists at his sides. “What’s happened to you, Y/N? You’ve become so fake lately.”

The words were like arrows piercing your skin and you lowered your head, biting hard on your bottom lip. ‘He’s right. What have I become? Why am I so damn pathetic?’

For a moment, he just watched you, his dark eyes taking in every slight movement that your body made. The subtle quiver of your chain. The light jolting of your shoulders. The way clamped so tightly onto your lip. You were in pain, that much was obvious, but… why? What was causing you so much distress?

“I can’t do this anymore…” your voice was soft, barely reaching his ears. “I’m just so tired, Yaku. I just want everything to… to stop.” Your legs gave out beneath you, body crumbling to the ground, which caused him to race forward on instinct.

“Y/N -” He reached for your hand and froze, eyes widening when he noticed the thin trail of blood rolling down from beneath your sleeve, coming from the wound that Yamamoto had reopened when he smacked your shoulder. With his heart hammering in his ears, his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, carefully sliding the sleeve of your sweater up. What he saw made his stomach turn.

Dozens of cuts, big and small, littered your skin, some old, some new, some scabbed over and bright red. The older ones were in short, straight lines across your arm, but the newer ones were clearly done with haste, criss-crossing and varying in length. As his finger gently traced the healing wounds, he could feel your desperation increasing with each cut.

“Pathetic, right?” You chuckled bitterly. “I have everything, but it’s just not enough. It’s never enough…”

Yaku tugged on your wrist, pulling you into his warm, protective embrace. “Idiot, why didn’t you come to me?”

Tears fell from your eyes in droves as you clung to his jersey. “I-I was so sc-scared,” you sobbed into his chest. “I don’t – I don’t want you to… to h-hate me!”

His arms tightened around your body. “I could never hate you, Y/N. Why would you think that?”

Reluctantly, you told him about your friend, feeling his body tensing up against yours. “I’m so-sorry…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” His voice was warm and soft, his grip firm as he took you by the shoulders, pushing your body backward so he could meet your eyes. “Listen to me. It doesn’t matter what you have or don’t have, depression is an illness. It doesn’t see social status or material objects, it affects everyone equally. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Y/N, but you can’t just leave it unchecked. You have to tell your family.”

The thought sent a wave of fear and panic throughout your body and you frantically shook your head. “N-No, I can’t…!”

“You can,” he assured you. “And I’ll be right there beside you. You’re not alone, Y/N, this team cares deeply for you. I care deeply for you and I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“Yaku…” your eyes shimmered as a fresh round of tears fell down your cheeks.

He leaned forward, lips pressing softly to your forehead. “I will always be here for you, no matter what. But you have to promise me something.”

You frowned, fingers curling around the end of his jersey. “What is it?”

His thumb brushed beneath your eye, gathering your tears. “Promise me that you won’t hurt yourself anymore. When you get the urge to do so, come to me. I’ll beat that desire into submission!”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but smile at his declaration, nuzzling your face into his neck. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but he knew what the words were as your lips formed them against his skin. “I promise.”

And you meant them with every fiber of your being. Suddenly, the world didn’t seem quite so dark, quite so heavy upon your shoulders.

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⚾ Not Enough; Tsunayoshi Sawada (Sportember #030)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Angst, High School AU, Slice of Life

Word Count: 1,545

Pairing: Reader x Tsuna

World: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Prompt: Enough

Sport: Baseball

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Yamamoto Takeshi was the ace of Namimori high school’s baseball team. He was dependable, always able to save the team no matter what kind of pinch they found themselves in. He was extroverted and cheerful, kind enough to give the shirt off of his back if someone needed it. By all accounts, he was an amazing person and an even more amazing friend.

So why did you feel such envy when you looked at him? It hadn’t been like that when you first met. You were good friends, enjoying each other’s company and bonding over your love of baseball. As the years wore on, though, you started to distance yourself from him.

You trained your ass off, dedicating every free moment to getting stronger and fixing the weaknesses you had. You trained well into the night and woke up before the sun rose to train some more. Even during lunch break you trained, trying to get better at pitching. Yamamoto rarely trained, often running off with his friends to do god knows what.

In a way, this benefitted you because it kept your boyfriend, Tsuna, busy. You often felt guilty for not spending more time with him, but you were so focused on getting off the bench and on to the field that you often neglected him. At least if he was off with Yamamoto and the others, he wouldn’t be upset that you weren’t with him.

With the interhigh tournament right around the corner, you were desperate to not be on the bench for the third year in a row. You wanted to feel confident in yourself and you even kept reminding yourself that Yamamoto hasn’t been training, but you just couldn’t gather up any confidence. You wanted this more than anything, but a small part of you was sure it wouldn’t happen.

As it turned out, you were right.

Captain Natsuo scanned the group of players standing before him, his hands on his hips. The coach stood beside him, holding a clipboard in her arms. “I want all of you to know that you’ve done well and we have noticed all of your efforts. If you don’t make the official roster this year, don’t be disheartened! As a team, we must work together, whether you are on the bench or on the field.”

“Yes, sir!”

Blood was pumping loudly in your ears as you watched the coach hand him a slip of paper. He started listing off names, pausing for them to cheer and high-five their other teammates. Your heart seemed to drop a little more with each name until, finally, there was one spot left. You glanced to your right, finding Yamamoto standing a couple of places down, a cheerful grin on his face.

He noticed your look and sent you a kind, closed-eye smile along with a little wave. How could he be so damn cheerful when there was only one spot left on the main team? Was he so confident that he’d be chosen that he had no worry? Meanwhile, you felt like you were going to barf on the captain’s shoes, your stomach twisting and turning as if you had eaten something rotten.

The captain’s lips parted. “Yamamoto Takeshi.”

The team cheered and clapped him on the back. “We’re definitely gonna win with you on the team!”

“For sure, you’re a total powerhouse.”

“Glad to have you, Yamamoto!”

“We’re going to nationals!”

You clamped your lower lip tightly between your teeth, tasting blood on your tongue. Tears stung at your eyes but you held them back, head lowered as you turned and walked away along with the rest of those that hadn’t been good enough. But that was you – Y/N, second best to Yamamoto. No matter what you did, you just weren’t good enough to beat him.

It wasn’t fair.

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“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!”

Your shoulders tensed at the familiar voice and you clutched your bag tighter, picking up your pace as you walked down the street. Yamamoto was taller, though, with long legs that covered the distance with ease. A hand gripped your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

“Where’s the fire?” he joked, giving you a bright grin. “Are you hungry? It’s been a while since you stopped by. My oyagi will be happy to see you!”

“No thanks, I’m not hungry,” you responded shortly before turning and continuing on your way. He didn’t take the hint, walking at your side.

“You missed practice today. Nejima ended up taking a ball to the back of the head from one of the first-years, he was so angry!” Yamamoto laughed. “Are you excited for the interhigh? We have a really solid team this year.”

Your jaw clenched and you picked up your pace, trying to put some distance between the two of you.

“You’re training even on the way home? You’re super dedicated, Y/N!”

“No, I’m not,” you snapped, whirling around to face him with your fists clenched. “I am not training. I am not looking forward to the interhigh. And I am no longer on the team!”

His eyes widened, finally realizing that something was clearly bothering you. “Y/N, what’s wro -”

“Nothing!” You snapped again, turning on your heel and taking off down the street. You just wanted to be away from him. You knew you were being a bad friend by letting your jealousy get in the way, but you didn’t care. How could you when you saw your dreams taken from you by him? All you wanted was to go to the nationals, it had been what you were training so hard for and this year was your last shot, but they had chosen him over you. They always did.

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You felt a tap on your shoulder and you paused the anime you were watching, tugging your headphones down to rest against the back of your neck. You had been so engrossed in the show that you hadn’t realized anyone was knocking on your bedroom door. Tsuna’s warm brown eyes met yours, filled with worry.

“Hey, Tsu. What are you doing here?” you smiled at him softly.

“I wanted to check on you,” his hand lifted to your cheek, brushing his thumb across your skin. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” you chuckled, turning your eyes back to the screen. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Yamamoto told me about what happened. He said you won’t answer his calls or texts.”

Your smile faltered for a second but he noticed it. He always did.

“Hun, tell me what’s happened. Did you really quit the team?”

“Yeah, so what,” you scowled, crossing your arms across your chest and looking away from him. “Am I not allowed to or something?”

Tsuna frowned, sliding his hand down to the side of your neck. “You are, but I know how much you love playing baseball. Surely there has to be a reason for you to suddenly quit.”

You said nothing, glaring at the screen of your laptop as if it were the source of your frustrations.

“Please talk to me, Y/N. I can’t help you if you don’t.”

You scoffed, pushing him away as you stood up. “You can’t just fix everything, Tsuna! Sometimes things can’t be fixed.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t try,” he stated calmly, giving you a smile when you snapped your eyes to his. “I love you, Y/N, and even if it’s impossible to fix, that doesn’t mean I won’t try my hardest to do so.”

Tears stung at your eyes and you quickly lowered your head, shoulders shaking. You had been bottling up these negative emotions for so long, it felt like you were drowning in them. Warm arms wrapped around your body, Tsuna’s lips pressing gently kisses to your temple as he whispered comforting words into your ear.

“Why…” you cried, clutching at his shirt. “Why am I not good enough, Tsu?”

His heart felt like it was breaking at the pain in your voice, his arms instinctively tightening around you. “You are good enough. Why would you ever think you weren’t?”

“Because! No matter how hard I try I… I’m not good enough to beat Yamamoto! I trained so – so hard and he didn’t train at all! But he… he still got a spot. I wasn’t even – even considered…”

Realization clicked within his mind as he pieced it together. “Oh, hun. You are an amazing player and you’ve worked so hard to become even stronger. You should never compare yourself to others, it’s not a healthy way to grow. There will always be someone stronger, someone better, but that doesn’t make your efforts any less important.”

“It just… seems so pointless,” you muttered, burying your face into his neck as you clutched at his waist for dear life. “I just wanted to be useful to the team, to help us get to nationals! This was my last chance…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N…” As badly as he wanted to tell you that it wasn’t too late, he simply couldn’t do so. Next year, you would graduate high school and move on to college, focusing on your studies. And unless someone on the team got injured, you wouldn’t be able to play even if you had stayed on the team.

“So am I…”

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🏀 Professional; Lev Haiba (Sportember #014)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life, Fluff, School

Word Count: 2,351

Pairing: Reader x Lev

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: Professional

Sport: Basketball & Volleyball

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You chewed on your lip, unable to focus on the teacher’s words, your eyes trained on the dark sky outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance like a hungry animal, the wind blowing heavy enough to make the rain appear as if it were falling sideways. To you, it was a beautiful sight, as if mother nature was creating a piece of art in front of you, but even your typical enthusiasm was lost, outweighed by something deeper.

“Y/N-san!” Sakamoto-sensei smacked his hand on your desk at the exact moment that a streak of lighting split the sky, making you nearly jump out out of your chair. “This is the third time I’ve caught you not paying attention in class today. Detention this afternoon!”

You frowned at him as he headed back to the front of the room. Any other time, you would have been upset because it meant missing practice, but today, you just didn’t have the stomach to face your teammates. And so, their messages sat unread on your phone since you didn’t know what to say to them. You lowered your head, hands clenched around your uniform.

Kuroo glanced at you from across the room, cat-like eyes narrowed. He had picked up on your dampened spirits since first seeing you that morning and, since Lev refused to leave your side, he decided to approach you at school’s end before the future ace could reach you. With you being given detention, though, that would be a harder task. His eyes slid to the teacher, knowing that the man was already annoyed by your lack of attention.

‘Shouldn’t be too hard to get detention for myself, as well.’

Waiting for the older man to turn toward the board, Kuroo rested his head on the desktop, closing his eyes before smacking his hand loudly onto the wood in hopes that it would sound like his head had been the one to fall. The classroom fell silent, his cue to fake a loud, obnoxious snore.

Footsteps approached his desk, followed by the angry voice of the teacher. “Kuroo-san!”

Snore.

Sensei’s hand came down on the desk beside him, scaring the girl sitting there half to death. “Ku-roo-san! Wake up this instant!”

The third year slowly opened his eyes, faking a yawn as he stretched his long arms above his head. “Damn and I was having the best dream.”

“You can join Y/N-san in detention!”

“But, sensei, I have volleyball practice.” Kuroo’s eyes sparked with amusement as he glanced at you.

“Too bad!”

You clicked your tongue in response to his half-smirk, turning your gaze back to the window. You knew he had done that on purpose and you knew why, as well.

When the final bell rung, you and Kuroo remained seated as the rest of the class filed out in a hurry to get to their clubs or to get home. Sensei glared at the two of you before hiding half of his face with a thick, brown book, the very same one he had been trying to get through for a month now. The room was silent save for the ticking of the clock above the door.

Kuroo sneaked his phone under his desk, tapping away before sliding it into his pocket before the teacher could notice. A few moments passed by before the door slid open, revealing the volleyball team’s setter and Kuroo’s best friend. He shot his captain a glance before addressing the teacher in his usual monotone voice.

“Sensei, Yamasaki and Mikutani are fighting again near the library.”

Sakamoto lowered the book with a scowl. “I’m watching over detention. Go get one of the other teachers.”

“They’re currently in a meeting.”

With a frustrated sigh, he smacked the book shut and tossed it onto his desk before following the blonde from the room.

In the blink of an eye, Kuroo was sitting in the desk in front of you, sitting backward so that he could face you, his eyes narrowed as he observed your expression. You tried to ignore him, but his gaze was piercing through you, taking in every breath, twitch, and movement. You felt like a mouse about to be pounced on by a cat.

Finally, you sighed, lifting your eyes to meet his. “Can I help you with something, Kuroo?”

He hummed, lips twitching upward. “I’m waiting for you to tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing is going on,” you brushed him off, returning to the schoolwork that was laid out across your desk, the pencil scratching across the paper. “Sensei will be back soon, you know. He’s already annoyed with us.”

“Guess you should explain fast then, huh?”

“Kuroo -”

“Or I can just tell Lev how weird you’re acting and let him handle -”

“No!” Your hand slammed onto the desk, a bead of nervous sweat trailing down your cheek. His eyes widened at the pleading look that you were sending him. “I’ll tell you, alright. Just… please don’t mention this to Lev.”

He frowned, letting his cheek rest against his palm. “So it does have something to do with him.”

A heavy sigh passed your lips as you fell back against the chair, eyes on the ceiling. “I… had a meeting with a recruiter yesterday.”

“A recruiter? You mean…?”

You nodded, fiddling with the ring upon your finger – a gift from Lev for your one month anniversary. ‘A promise,’ he had told you, but he never elaborated on what that promise was meant to be. “I was invited to join this new team that the NBA is trying to create. It’ll be the first co-ed national team.”

“That… that’s great!” He grinned as he stood up, large hands on your shoulders. “Congratulations, Y/N!”

“Yeah… thanks.” You tried to offer him a smile, but it ended up being more a grimace.

“Are you not happy about it?” He questioned with surprise, settling back down onto the chair. “I thought it was your dream to go pro?”

“It is my dream, but…”

His eyes flashed with recognition. “Lev…”

You nodded again. “Accepting this offer means going to the United States and leaving Lev behind, which I can’t do. If I accept, I’m going to break up with him.”

“Hey, now, let’s not be hasty.” He folded his arms on the back of the chair. “With today’s technology, long distance relationships are easier than ever!”

A sad smile came to your lips and you shook your head. “Long distance relationships rarely work out and they are unfair on both sides. I couldn’t possibly ask Lev to go through that and I can’t ask him to move to another country just for me, either. To give up his own dreams and desires so I can chase after my own… and I know he’d agree with it without a second thought, but he’d end up regretting it. I can’t do that.”

“You make it sound like you’re never coming back,” he commented, rubbing the back of his neck before frowning. “You’re not coming back, are you?”

“No.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I… I don’t know,” your voice shook, barely above a whisper, but the words hung thick in the air around you, as if taunting you.

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It had been a week since the offer to go pro was extended to you and, in that time, you had avoided Lev wherever possible, using exams, basketball, and even the need to give your cat a bath as excuses for why you couldn’t spend time with him. You felt bad about this, heart cracking just a bit more with every crestfallen expression he made, though he tried his best to hide his disappointment.

To you, though, it was as clear as day within those beautiful emerald eyes.

The basketball team had all but forced you to spill the truth to them, even though you tried to avoid the conversation. They were happy for you and proud of you, giving you hugs and slaps on the back as they tried not to cry. Their precious captain, who had worked their ass off for years, was finally achieving their dream. How could they not be happy for you?

What they didn’t realize, however, was that you actually had two very different dreams, two desires. But life is not a fair place and you knew that you couldn’t have your cake and eat it, too. The deadline was quickly approaching, but you were no closer to choosing a path than you had been on day one. If anything, you felt more torn, but you knew you had to put on your grown up pants and make your choice.

“Y/N-senpai!”

Your shoulders tensed up at the familiar voice of your boyfriend, feeling his boney fingers gripping your shoulder to make you stop. You forced a teasing smile as you turned to him. “You’re going to be late for class again, Lev.”

“I don’t care,” he stated firmly, a series expression on his face. “I need to talk to you about something. It’s important.”

Your heart raced within your chest as his fingers slid to your wrist, tugging you down the hall and away from your class. You had never seen the first year so serious before, not even during his matches. Had something happened? Many different scenarios flew through your mind, each one worse than the last, but you shook your head to try and dispel them.

Lev brought you to an unused classroom on the third floor, closing the door behind him. For a moment, he just stood there facing the door. You had never seen him like this and it was starting to scare you. “Lev -”

He finally turned, his chin quivering as he bit hard on his lower lip, eyes filled with tears that he was struggling to keep at bay.

“Oh, darling,” you didn’t hesitate to pull him into your arms and he had to sink to his knees so he could wrap his arms around your waist, face buried in your chest. You shushed him softly, fingers combing through his silver locks. “Tell me what happened.”

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, hands fisting around the back of your shirt. You could feel how wet the cloth was getting from his tears, but you didn’t mind.

“What for?” You wondered, using your free hand to run up and down his back, trying to sooth the tense muscles.

“I’m not good enou-enough for you,” he sniffled, making your heart crack.

Shaking your head, you pushed him back so you could see his face, your hands cupping his cheeks. “Why would you think that?”

“B-Because,” he rubbed at his eyes. “You’re avoiding me! A-And Kuroo-senpai said that I should try harder! D-Did I forget our anniversary? Did I say something stu-stupid? I didn’t mean it, I swear!”

You chuckled softly, brushing away the hair from his eyes. “I’m sorry for making you feel that way, darling. I’ve just been… stressed lately. You didn’t forget our anniversary or say anything stupid, at least not to me.”

His eyes brightened up as he looked at you with a hopeful expression. “You’re not breaking up with me?”

Your lips parted and you realized that this was your wake up call. Life was telling you it was time to make your choice, right here, right now. It would be so easy to tell him that you wanted to break up, now was the perfect chance to do so, but… “Lev, I…”

“Y/N-senpai…” he mumbled, his eyes filling with more tears as he waited for your answer. His heart was beating painfully within his chest.

Your thumb brushed across his cheek, pale skin slightly pink because of his crying. Even like this, he was so beautiful, like a god among men, and he made you feel a way no one else had. Your life had become so much brighter, filled with more laughs and happy moments than ever before. You smiled, pressing your lips to his forehead, then his left cheek, his right cheek, his nose, and finally, his lips, lingering just a bit longer than the others.

“I’m not breaking up with you, idiot. You’re stuck with me.”

“Forever?”

“Forever is a long time, you know.”

“I know!” He pouted.

You chuckled in response. “Forever.”

Lev’s face instantly brightened and he stood up, throwing himself at you as he giggled happily, spinning around with you in his arms. “I love you so much, Y/N!”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, lips pressing to his cheek. “I love you too, Lev.”

Maybe you would come to regret turning down the offer later on in life, but in that moment, you felt as if it was the right thing to do. It felt as if this path would make you happier than the other because Lev was by your side and he was more than enough for you.

“Oh, crap, I’m sorry!” He placed you back onto the ground, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I didn’t mean any disrespect for using your name, senpai.”

“I don’t mind. Call me whatever you want.”

His head tilted to the side as your hand reached for his. “Are you sure?”

You laced your fingers through his before bringing the back of his hand to your lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Okay!” He chirped happily.

Maybe it was wrong not to tell him about the offer, but you felt like he would only feel guilty if he knew, so you swore Kuroo to secrecy which he agreed to reluctantly. When it came to your team, you told them that the offer had fallen through, and asked them not to mention it because you just wanted to forget, and they also agreed, not wanting to upset their captain.

Life moved on, but you never did come to regret your decision, and he never did come to find out that you had chosen him over your dream of being a professional basketball player. After all, creating a life with Lev was also one of your dreams and… that one ended up coming true.

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⚾ Helpful; Issei Matsukawa (Sportember #019)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Fluff, School, Slice of Life

Word Count: 1,268

Pairing: Reader x Mattsun

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: “Let me do that for you.”

Sport: Baseball

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No one knows when they arrived or how they got there, but a small family of cats had settled in on the Aobajohsai property, behind the equipment shed to the west. Only a dozen or so students knew of their existence because they were smart enough to remain hidden during the day, but there were a couple of times when the runt of the litter decided that he wasn’t scared of the big bad world and ventured away from the nest.

This was how you had discovered them. It was during lunch period and you had come to the baseball field in order to practice your pitches with your teammate. While you were fierce at bat, your pitches were easily the weakest on the team so you never missed an opportunity to try and correct this. Today went a bit differently, though. Just as she tossed the ball back to you, she spied her crush walking past and lost control of the ball, sending it flying toward the equipment shed and into the bushes.

“Really, Mai?” You deadpanned, following her line of sight to the volleyball team who was passing by in the distance. Her eyes turned into hearts when she looked at Oikawa, nearly melting into a puddle where she stood. You caught Mattsun’s eye and smiled at him before shaking your head at your teammate and jogging over to the bush to retrieve the ball, but it wasn’t there. ‘I’m sure I saw it land in this bush…’

“Mreow~” came a soft, high pitched chirp from behind the shed. Curiously, you followed the sound, careful of your steps so as not to alert the creature, and you found the smallest kitten, black from head to toe except for a splash of white on the tip of its tail. It was barely the size of the baseball that it’s body was wrapped around.

“How cute!” You slapped your hand over your mouth when the cat jumped away from the ball, lowering its belly to the ground as his green eyes stared at you, waiting to see what you would do. You slowly lowered yourself to the ground, holding out your hand. “It’s okay, little one. I won’t harm you.”

The kitten hesitated before cautiously stepping toward you, sniffing your hand. When he deemed it safe, he butted his had against you, purring loudly when your fingers brushed against his back.

“How about I bring you some tuna tomorrow? Would you like that?”

“Mreow~”

You chuckled, scritching him behind his ears.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Mai called out, scaring away the kitten who darted into a hole at the back of the shed.

“Over here,” you frowned, picking up the baseball before heading toward her.

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It had been just over a month since you first discovered the kitten at the baseball field and since you had begun feeding him each day at lunch, you soon discovered that he wasn’t alone. Two adult cats hissed and growled at you when they noticed you with their son, but the kitten appeased them with his soft chirps and purrs. When they realized that you were feeding them, they gave the okay for the rest of their children to join them – three more little kittens, varying in size and color.

They all came to trust you, growing excited every day during lunchtime when you would come to feed them tuna, but none of them loved you quite as much as the smallest of the bunch did. He had proven this by trying to follow you into the school building after lunch ended, but the mother cat put a stop to this by grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and carrying him into the shed.

“Y/N,” Mai whined, keeping her distance as you sat behind the shed, feeding the family of cats. They didn’t like her at all, which was fine by her because she didn’t like cats, so she kept her distance. “Don’t you want to practice?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She huffed, placing her hands on her hips. “You’ve been saying that every day, but you never do. We need to practice!”

Your brow furrowed as the small kitten rubbed his head against your fingers. You always attended morning and afternoon practice without fail, so what was so wrong with spending your lunch period with the cats? She didn’t seem too bothered about practice when she skipped to go watch Oikawa, but she was your upperclassman so you couldn’t exactly tell her that to her face.

Reluctantly, you did as she asked, giving the kitten one final pat before heading over to her to practice your pitches.

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“Thanks for waiting for me,” Mattsun pecked your cheek before taking your hand in his, fingers lacing together. “Ready to head home?” You nodded, making him frown at your sad expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Ah, it’s nothing.” You forced a smile and started toward the gate, trying to tug him along behind you but he didn’t budge.

His lips tugged down as he squeezed your hand. “Tell me or I tell Makki where you hid his copy of When Calls the Heart.”

Your nose wrinkled at the mention of that book. Two months ago, the male had been obsessed with it, carrying it around everywhere he went and constantly quoting lines from it even when they didn’t match the current situation. He did this even more around you because he knew it bugged the hell out of you, so while he was at practice, you snuck into the locker room in order to steal the book. Mattsun had caught you in the act, though.

He poked your cheek with a pout. “Tell me~”

“It’s just… I told you about the cat family, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ve started bringing them tuna at lunch, but Mai isn’t happy that I’ve stopped training in order to feed them. The thing that annoys me is that she never cared about lunch practice at all! I had to practically beg her to help me with my pitches. How many times has she skipped practice just so she could drool over Oikawa? Did you know she missed an entire week of practice once? Captain was furious, but her excuse was that she had a project with Oikawa and that’s why she kept going to his practice, but we all knew that was a lie. Hana is in the same class, after all.”

Mattsun hummed softly as he listened to you vent, swinging your hand lightly between the two of you as you headed in the direction of your house.

“She won’t leave me alone and it’s super frustrating. If I don’t feed the cats, who is going to? They’ll starve!”

He released your hand, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your upper body, his cheek resting against your own. “Why don’t you let me do that for you?”

“Eh?”

“I’ll start feeding them during lunch so you can practice. We usually hang out in the gym, but we don’t do much during lunch.” His lips pressed against your cheek. “Deal?”

“Are you sure?” You turned around in his hold, meeting his eyes. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to,” his lips found yours, large hands sliding to your hips.

You smiled into the kiss, hand resting at the back of his neck to bring him closer. “Thank you, Issei.”

“You’re welcome,” his lips found yours again before he pulled away and the two of you continued your journey home.

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⛳ Differences; Hiryuu R. & Neito M. (Sportember #016)

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Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 1,312

Pairing: Rin x Reader x Monoma

World: Boku no Hero Academia

Prompt: “That’s not a sport.”

Sport: Golf

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Light fell over your eyes, rousing you from your sleep with a soft yawn. The right side of your body was warm, Neito snuggled up against your chest with his leg thrown over yours, but your left side was cold, Hiryuu’s cool body pressing against your other side as he nuzzled into your neck. You couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on your lips as you ran your fingers through their hair – Neito’s was thin, resembling silk, while Hiryuu’s was thicker, reminding you of soft cotton.

These two boys only had two things in common – wanting to be a hero and loving you with all of their heart. They were constantly bickering because of their differences, but when it came to you, they agreed that you deserved to be happy and to feel loved. And you returned these feelings, of course, loving both of them equally with all of your heart.

Your classmates didn’t really understand how you could date both of them or how they could be okay with sharing you and, really, the three of you didn’t understand it, either, but you didn’t need to. You were happy together and that’s all that mattered.

Hiryuu was the first one to stir, hand hand rubbing across your stomach as his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. “Morning, love.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?”

He nodded, forcing himself up as he stifled a yawn, glancing at the clock. “It’s almost time for class. Will you wake up king obnoxious?” He shot a look at the snoring blonde before crawling off of the bed, his shirt rising up as he stretched his arms above his head.

You chuckled at the comment before tugging lightly on the blonde strands, earning a soft groan from the male. “Time to wake up, Neito~”

He groaned again, burying his face farther into his chest, words muffled and slurred from sleep. “Five more minutes…”

“Your ‘five minutes’ always turns into fifteen,” Hiryuu commented as he opened the dresser drawer that was reserved for him, pulling out his uniform.

Neito lifted his head to glare at the black-haired boy. “No one asked you.”

“He’s right, though,” you agreed, chuckling at the pout upon the boy’s lips as when he turned his gaze back to you.

“You always agree with him, Y/N. It’s not fair~”

“Not always,” you countered, brushing the hair from his eyes. “But if we’re late for class again, Vlad-sensei won’t be happy. He’ll give us detention for sure.”

With a whine, the blonde pulled himself up like a zombie, pecking your cheek before heading to the dresser and pulling out his drawer beneath Hiryuu’s. After the three of you got changed, you stuck your head out of the door to check the hallway, making sure it was empty before the three of you left the room. Sharing rooms between the students wasn’t technically allowed, but you always slept better with the two at your side and they didn’t miss an opportunity to keep you close.

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Your brow furrowed as you scanned the book sitting on the table in front of you, slowly flipping through the pages. The library was quiet, but it was a calm sort of quiet, ideal for studying.

All Might had given your class a bit of a strange project to work on – choose a sport from a time before quirks appeared and learn everything about that chosen sport, learning how to play without the use of a quirk. You weren’t really sure what the point of this assignment was, but you believed that if All Might thought it was important, then it must be.

The problem is that you were never really into sports growing up, not really being a super athletic person, so you were struggling to choose a sport that resonated with you. There were plenty of them that seemed interesting enough, but when it came to learning all of the rules and terminology, you weren’t feeling very confident.

A finger poked the spot in the middle of your forehead. “If you keep furrowing your brow like that, it’s gonna get stuck~”

You glanced over at Neito as he settled down across the table from you, sporting his usual obnoxious smirk. “That’s not true and you know it.”

“Or is it?” His brows raised up, amusement dancing in his grey-blue eyes.

Hiryuu settled down into the chair beside you. “What’s bothering you, my love?”

“All Might’s assignment,” you sighed, falling back into your chair. “It’s been two days, but I still can’t seem to choose a subject.”

“That’s not good,” he frowned, taking your hand into his own. “Do you have any in mind?”

“I’m thinking basketball. Or maybe American football? There’s just so many rules~”

Neito snickered, propping up his chin against his palm. “This assignment is so simple! Just pick one and read the rules.”

Hiryuu rolled his eyes. “Not everyone has a photographic memory like you, idiot.”

“Hah? Who are you calling an idiot? I’m at the top of the class!” The blonde scowled.

“So am I, so that argument doesn’t hold much water.”

You decided to interject before things got more heated. “Which one did you choose, Neito?”

“Golf, the sport of kings,” he smirked, running a hand through his blonde hair.

“That’s not a sport,” Hiryuu commented, sending you a glance. You nodded in agreement, making the blonde pout.

“It is a sport and it’s brilliant.” Neito’s eyes narrowed at him. “And what sport did you choose?”

“I chose badminton because it looks interesting.”

You hummed, flipping through the book until you found the page you were looking for. “‘A sport played using racquets to hit a shuttlecock across a net.’”

“Sounds boring,” Neito huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

Rolling his eyes, Hiryuu tugged the book toward you, leafing through the pages. “‘Golf is a club-and-ball sport in which players use various clubs to hit balls in a series of holes on a course in as few strokes as possible.’ Because that sounds riveting.”

You giggled as the two scowled at each other. “Hmm, maybe I’ll let fate decide.”

“What do you mean?” The blonde tilted his head, bangs shifting over his eyes.

With a smile, you closed the book before closing your eyes and opening it to a random page. Your finger circled around the book before you jabbed it down onto the page. Both boys leaned in close to see which sport your finger had descended upon.

“Is it bad?” You wondered, eyes clamped shut.

Hiryuu chuckled, pressing his lips to your cheek. “Open your eyes, my love.”

You did as he asked, slowly peeling open your eyes. The first thing you saw was Neito’s annoyed face as he glared down at the book, his arms folded across his chest. Curious, you turned your gaze to the book.

“Oh, badminton.”

“See? I was right. You always side with him.” Neito huffed, making you giggle.

“I could never choose one of you over the other,” you held your hand out to him, which he accepted with a pout.

“Promise?”

You held both of their hands, giving them a smile. “I promise. I love both of you so much. I couldn’t imagine my life without both of you at my side.”

The two of them exchanged a look, eyes softening. Neito stood up, rounding the table so he could sit down on the other side of you, both boys squeezing closer to you.

“I’m going to invent my own sport,” you declared, throwing your arms around their shoulders. “It’ll be called… golfminton!”

They exchanged a surprised look before giggling at the idea, which quickly morphed into loud laughter. You pouted at them, but their laughter was infectious and you soon found yourself laughing along with them.

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🏀 Fun Times; Ryouta Kise (Sportember #015)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 2,864

Pairing: Reader x Kise

World: Kuroko no Basket

Prompt: “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Sport: Basketball

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Despite only being a first-year in high school, Kise was super popular as both a superstar athlete and a gorgeous model, racking up thousands of fans and followers. This fame led him to make friends in high places, befriending various celebrities and idols from all different countries, which he would often meet with during modeling trips or award ceremonies. He was only sixteen, but he was already a megastar.

And despite being his partner since his second year of middle school, you rarely joined him on these trips because fame and glamour just wasn’t the kind of life you wanted for yourself. You weren’t starstruck and meeting other celebrities just didn’t excite you because you knew, at their very core, they were still just human beings.

Kise understood this and didn’t often pressure you to join him, especially on those out of country trips, which you were thankful for. On the other side of the fence, you didn’t pressure him to indulge in your favorite things, either and, most importantly, you didn’t give him hell over the various beautiful models that he had befriended. You trusted him, just as he trusted you.

This time was a bit different, however.

Kise had just recently won an award for the best supporting actor, but he wasn’t able to attend the ceremony because he had an important basketball game that day and, while he loves being a model and actor, basketball was far more important. Because of this, one of his friends had accepted the award in his stead and they were meeting up this weekend, a small get together to celebrate.

The problem was that he really wanted you to join him, but you were hesitating because of the upcoming finals that you needed to study for.

“Please~?” Kise pouted as he plopped down into the desk in front of you, his arms folded across the back of the chair. None of the other third-years paid him any mind because they were used to his antics.

You frowned at his pleading look, trying to ignore those beautiful golden eyes of his. “I really need to study, Ryou.”

“But you’ve been doing nothing but studying! You should -”

Smack.

Kasamatsu had come up behind him, smacking the boy with his notebook that he had rolled up just for the occasion. “We’re third-years, studying is important for us. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

You chuckled, resting your hand on top of Kise’s head when he whined, your fingers tangling in his blonde locks. “He’s right, you know. Just because you’re famous doesn’t mean you can slack on your studies. What are you going to do when we graduate?”

Kasamatsu huffed as he settled down in the desk beside your own. “Knowing him, he’ll probably still try to get us to help.”

“Probably.”

“I will not!” Kise’s pout deepened as he leaned into your touch, reminding you of a kitten looking for affection. “Come on, Y/Nchhi, it’ll be fun, I promise!”

“Our definitions of fun are quite different.”

“A deal, then!”

“Eh?” You blinked in surprise at the sudden serious expression he was now sporting as he stood up, his palms flat on your desk.

“Let’s make a deal! If you go with me to the party, I’ll start taking my studies more seriously. We can even go on study dates.” He grinned, blonde hair swaying as he leaned a bit closer. “What do you say?”

“I say it’s a trap,” Kasamatsu shot you a look, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s why I didn’t ask you, senpai!” Kise stuck his tongue out at the older male, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Thank god for that.”

Kise’s golden eyes met yours and he gave you that beautiful smile that you couldn’t resist, his hand finding yours. “Pretty please, Y/Ncchi? I really want you there with me. It’s just a small gathering!”

Judging from your past experiences, you knew that when he said small, it would probably be around twenty people, give or take. Still, it had been a while since you had joined him for any of his parties or trips, and you had been so stressed out as of late. You may come to regret it, but you finally caved. “Alright, I’ll go.”

“Yes!” He threw his arms around your neck, plopping down onto your lap so he could hold you closely, his face nuzzling the side of your face. “Thank you so much. I love you~”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I love you, too, ya dork.”

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You pulled up to the large house that Kise had directed you toward, putting the car into park before turning off the engine. The blonde didn’t hesitate to leave the car, glancing back at you when you hesitated, giving you a reassuring smile. You pulled yourself from the car, eyes focused on the tall model that had just stepped out of the house, his bright red hair messy as if he had been running his hands through it. He was taller than Kise, his teal eyes shining under the porch light.

“There you are!” He pulled the younger male into a hug before his eyes landed on you, giving you a polite smile as he held his hand out. “Hello, I’m Kevin.”

You took his hand, amazed at how much bigger his hands were. “Ah, nice to meet you! I’m Y/N.” You had to catch yourself before introducing yourself as Kise’s partner because you weren’t sure if he wanted anyone to know about your relationship. A scandal could kill his career, after all, and you definitely didn’t want that.

But Kise had other ideas as he threw his arms around your neck, his cheek against yours as he smiled brightly. “They are my partner! Aren’t they gorgeous?”

Kevin laughed loudly. “They sure are, you got lucky, Kise! Now, let’s get inside before the neighbors complain again.”

‘Again?’, you wondered, glancing at the other houses. Even though it was only eight PM, most of the houses on the block were completely dark, the neighborhood quiet. It made you think of those internet guys that are famous only for partying and how much their neighbors hated them. Was this Kevin guy the same way? Oh lord, what if he was an e-boy? The thought made you cringe as you followed the blonde into the house.

Soft music was pumping throughout the house and you recognized the band as One Ok Rock, a group you had enjoyed on more than a couple of occasions. There were people in every room, but there didn’t seem to be more than ten, at least, and no one seemed to be acting too wild, though there were two identical-looking boys in the living room arguing over the chip bowl.

Kise snickered at the sight, bringing his hand to his mouth. “Those two never change.”

“Unfortunately,” Kevin sighed, waving his hand to keep following him into the kitchen where three others were standing around the island in the center of the room, chatting over red solo cups. “Guys, the guest of honor is finally here~”

“Kise!” A woman with orange-red hair jumped off her stool, throwing her arms around the blonde’s neck as she squealed happily, her curls bouncing wildly. “Congrats on winning the award!”

He returned the hug with a grin, lifting the female off her feet before setting her back down. “Thanks, Mya! I was happy to hear I had won.”

“It’s a shame you weren’t there,” she pulled away, pouting at him as her manicured hand rested upon her hip. “Everyone was so disappointed that you chose basketball over the award ceremony, especially when you had been nominated so many times!”

He sweatdropped, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry to disappoint you, Mya. The game was super important, though!”

“Did you at least win?”

“Ah, well…”

“So you lost,” she deadpanned. “You chose the game over us and still lost.”

“Knock it off,” the navy-haired man rolled his eyes before gulping down the rest of his drink, shaking it toward the brunette girl beside him, who refilled it with a bottle of what you assumed to be alcohol. “He didn’t choose the game over us, he chose the game over the ceremony.”

“I can’t blame him,” the brunette chimed in with a sigh. “It was so boring. It’s the same thing every single time.”

“You guys are so ungrateful!” Mya whined, stomping her foot. “You’re lucky to even get nominated. I haven’t been nominated for anything in three years. It sucks.”

“Yet you still go, even knowing you’re not gonna win anything,” said the man, his matching navy eyes looking at her blankly. “Why even bother?”

The brunette snickered, covering it with her hand as she sent the other girl a knowing look. “Because she likes to accept it for people when they can’t make it.”

Mya’s cheeks darkened at the accusation. “T-That’s not it at all, Aiko!”

“Sure, sure.”

Kevin glanced at you before clearing his throat. “Kise, why don’t you introduce your partner, man.”

At the word partner, everyone’s eyes shot toward you, staring holes into your body and you gulped. You had never really felt insecure with yourself, happy with your appearance and personality, but being surrounded by so many beautiful people could make even the most overconfident of people feel at least a little insecure with themselves. You forced a smile, offering them a small wave. “H-Hello.” ‘Ugh, real cool, Y/N.’

Kise appeared at your side, smiling brightly as his hand slid into your own. “Guys, this is Y/N, the most beautiful, gorgeous, smart, kind person in the whole wide world!”

Aiko snorted. “Only you can sound like a ten-year-old when introducing your partner.”

“Rude!” He huffed at her, sticking his tongue out at her.

She ignored him, approaching you with a kind smile. “Hey, I’m Aiko Nomura. Nice to finally meet the person that was able to whip Kise so badly.”

“I am not whipped!”

“Su~re you’re not.”

The navy-haired boy looked over at you, taking a sip of his drink before introducing himself. “Haru Harukaze.”

You smiled at him, but it quickly died when the red-headed girl appeared in front of you, curls bouncing as she leaned toward you, eyes narrowed. You weren’t the tallest person in the world, but you still had at least a foot on her, yet she still managed to intimidate you as she stared into your eyes.

“Mya Ochaco,” she finally stated with a huff. “Let’s see how long you last.”

“Mya!” Kevin snapped, sending her a warning glare.

She looked as if she wanted to say something else, but she refrained, turning on her heel and heading for the doorway, only to pause and look back at Kise. “I’ll go get your trophy. I put it upstairs so the twin idiots wouldn’t break it.”

Kise nodded before turning his attention to you, a frown on his lips despite the smile you sent him. He could tell it was a bit forced and he worried that you were regretting your decision to come. Just as his lips parted to ask if you were okay, two arms slung around your neck, pulling you away from him.

“Oh, who is this, Kumo?”

“I don’t know, Kamu. I’ve never seen them before.”

“They’re pretty cute, don’t you think?”

“Very cute. Ne, are you single?”

“Have you ever dated twins before?” The last line was chorused between the two as they smirked at you, their salmon pink eyes shimmering with amusement at your surprised expression.

“They are not single!” Kise cried, swiping at them as if he were batting away mosquitoes. They didn’t release you until he actually smacked them on the forehead, his eyes burning with jealousy as he pulled you to his chest. “Y/Ncchi is mine, keep your hands off, you dogs!”

“Tsk, tsk, Kiro-kun. People aren’t property.” The boy on the right wagged his finger, throwing his arm around his brother’s shoulders.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Kiro-chan.” The boy on the left clicked his tongue, his arm resting behind his brother’s lower back.

“Don’t call me that!” Kise huffed, using his body to shield you from the two. “You’re both demons!”

“That’s hurtful, Kiro-kun.”

“Words can be painful, Kiro-chan.”

“Do you speak to your partner like that?”

“I bet he does. They deserve better.”

“They definitely do. We should -”

Kevin came up behind them, smacking the pink-haired twins on the back of the head. “Will you two knock it off! This is why Kise never brings them around us.”

“You’re blaming us?” They chorused. “How rude!”

Though Kise’s eyes never strayed from the twins, his fingers started to trace up and down your arm, an attempt to comfort you if you needed it. “You’re the last people I wanted Y/Ncchi to meet!” He stuck his tongue out at them, which they returned with the added effect of pulling down the skin beneath their eye.

Mya re-entered the kitchen, taking a moment to examine the scene before stepping up to Kise with the trophy in her hand. “Here ya go, Kise!”

“Thank you!” His mood lifted as he took the trophy from her, keeping one arm around you as if scared that you would be swept away from him if he released you.

The bell rang, echoing throughout the house.

“The pizza’s here!” The twins chorused, rushing toward the front door. You could hear the struggling with one another as they ran down the hall, barking at one another. A crash followed soon after and Kevin groaned, chasing after them.

“Oi, you idiots! You’re paying for whatever you break!”

After getting the pizza, everyone gathered around the kitchen table, laughing and chatting with one another as they talked about their current and upcoming jobs. You remained silent, not having anything to add to the conversation, but you enjoyed the way they interacted with one another, picking on Kise or scolding the twins for bringing up something embarrassing. The aura within the room was warm and comfortable.

When everyone had finished eating, the group moved to the living room, crowding around the television and arguing over what movie they wanted to watch. While they were distracted, Kise slid onto the couch beside you, his hand sliding into yours before bringing it to his lips.

“Are you okay?” He questioned softly. “I know they can be… kind of overwhelming when you first meet them.”

“Definitely,” you agreed with a soft chuckle, squeezing his hand. “But they all seem pretty cool.”

“Do you regret coming with me?”

“I don’t.”

His golden eyes brightened up, his lips finding your cheek. “I’m so glad!”

“Hey, watch it!”

“No, you! I was here first!”

“I was born first!”

“By less than a minute!”

“Your point? Let it go!”

“No, you let go!”

“Guys, knock it off!” Kevin barked, trying to snatch the DVD that the twins were fighting over, but it slipped away from the three of them, flying across the room and hitting a giant, light pink vase sitting against the wall. The room went silent as it teetered back and forth before finally tipping over, shattering into a million pieces. “My grandma’s vase! That thing cost me a million yen!”

“A million?” Aiko wrinkled her nose. “For that ugly thing?”

Haru didn’t glance up from the TV as he flipped through the channels. “My mom recently bought one for two mil.”

“You guys are nuts. I could never spend that much on a vase,” she shook her head.

“No, you just spend a mil and a half on a guitar,” Mya snickered from behind her hand, making the taller girl blush.

“Yeah and what of it? At least I’m not spending five thousand on one shirt. Talk about a waste of money.”

“Excuse me?” Mya scowled, standing up from the other end of the couch. “It’s vintage, easily worth more but I waited until it was on sale because I’m frugal.”

Haru scoffed. “You don’t even know what that word means.”

“I do, too!”

“What is it, then?”

“…”

Haru sent Aiko a smirk. “See, I told you.”

“S-Shut up, Haru!”

You sweatdropped as the group continued to argue, unable to process the insane amounts of money that they spent as if it were nothing. “Babe, I think your friends are crazy…”

Kise laughed, nuzzling his face into your neck. “They are, but I love them. If only Kasamatsu-senpai would come, too, then I’d have all my family in one place!”

You hummed thoughtfully, running your fingers through his blonde hair. “If he met Mya and Aiko, I’m not so sure he would be conscious for long. You know how he is.”

“True,” he pouted, leaning into your touch. “Maybe he’ll grow out of it in college?”

“Doubtful.”

Kise giggled at your lack of belief in the black-haired captain, unable to hide how happy he felt. He had wanted you to meet his friends for so long, the family he had made within the acting and modeling community and, with the exception of Mya, you seemed to get along well with them. It was all he could wish for.

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🏐 Guardian; Yuu Nishinoya (Sportember #013)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Angst, School, Friendship, Fluff

Word Count: 3,428

Pairing: Overweight Reader x Noya

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: Keep Going

Author’s Note: Even though this is number 13 in the set, it was actually the first one I wrote out!

WARNING: This fic contains themes of bullying, body issues, and weight issues.

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You’ve been struggling with your weight all of your life, coming from a family where most of the members were large in size. Growing up, your family mostly feasted on fast food that was really unhealthy and, at the time, you thought you were lucky to have such a relaxed family. When you entered middle school, however, you started to meet people that made fun of you for being overweight. They bullied you, mentally, calling you names and telling you that you had no right to breathe the same oxygen as them. Just a waste of air, they claimed. That was the first time that you felt insecure in your own body.

You shared these concerns with your family, but they just laughed it off, claiming that you were ‘big-boned’ and that’s why you were heavier than the other children. They told you to stop caring what other people thought of you, that you were beautiful no matter your size. The message was nice, but it went much deeper than that. It wasn’t just about what others thought of you because, when you looked in the mirror, you hated what was staring back at you.

Your thighs like Christmas hams, the fat under your arms jiggling like a plate of jello, and your stomach that reminded you of a middle-aged man on a diet of alcohol. You hated the way you looked. You hated the comments and the looks. You hated feeling sluggish and lethargic all the time, but… you didn’t know how be healthy because no one ever taught you. You turned to the internet for answers and found a beginner’s workout video that was highly rated. Every night, you’d wait for your family to sleep before trying to follow along with the video.

The problem? Your body couldn’t handle it.

Jumping jacks? Your fat jiggled painfully, ankles unable to take the weight when you landed.

Push ups? Your arms were far too weak to lift your body for a single one.

Squats? You managed two before your legs started to shake so badly that they couldn’t lift you for a third.

At first, you told yourself that your body just needed time to adjust, but after two and a half weeks passed without any improvement, you started to feel disheartened and, finally, you gave up. How could you motivate yourself to continue when the workout left you feeling so weak and lightheaded?

Years passed by and you found yourself in your first year of high school at Karasuno. The bullying got worse, eventually turning physical, but you never fought back, believing that you deserved the abuse that was being handed to you. Around this time, you got paired up with the orange-haired Hinata that you shared class with on a project. He was one of the few kids who were actually nice to you, who didn’t judge you, so when he asked you to meet him at the gymnasium after school to discuss the project, you agreed without much thought.

As the day dragged on, though, you found yourself growing quite nervous.

The final bell rang and you slowly packed up your bag, nearly jumping when Hinata appeared by your desk with a bright smile. “Ready to go, Y/N-san?”

Your cheeks burned at the attention and you noticed the other students watching the exchange, whispering to each other. It made you feel self-conscious.

“Y/N-san?” The orangette tilted his head, blinking at you curiously.

“R-Right, sorry…” you cleared your throat as you stood, putting the strap of your bag over your shoulder. You clutched it tightly as you followed him to the door where Kageyama was waiting. As the three of you walked down the hall, you tried to hang back so people wouldn’t see you with them and get the wrong idea, but Hinata was determined to walk at your side. You could just hear the rumor mill running wild.

“Ne, have you thought of any ideas for the writing assignment?” He questioned. “I was thinking about writing for volleyball!”

Kageyama scowled at him over his shoulder. “No way! I’m writing about volleyball. Choose something else!”

Hinata puffed out his cheeks. “That’s not fair! You can’t just claim a subject, Kageyama!”

“I just did, idiot!”

“What do you think, Y/N-san?” His brown eyes snapped to you, shining with an intensity you had never seen before.

“Umm… I don’t really know anything about sports…” you mumbled apologetically, turning your gaze to the ground. You expected the pair to laugh at you and comment something like, ‘That’s pretty obvious, just look at you’ but they didn’t do either.

Hinata hummed, crossing his arms across his chest. “Okay. What do you like then?”

“Anime is nice…”

His eyes suddenly sparkled. “Really? Which ones? I’m currently watching Dragonball Z and it’s so cool! Goku is always like bam and then whoosh and boom! You know?”

You giggled at his enthusiasm. “I’m watching it, too, but I haven’t gotten very far yet.”

The rest of the walk to the gym was spent talking about your favorite characters and scenes within the anime. For the first time, you completely forgot about the other students that were staring at you and whispering as if you were a creature in the zoo. You forgot about the insecurities that plagued your mind and, instead, focused on the shared interests between yourself and your classmate. It was honestly so refreshing.

When the three of you approached the two-story changing rooms near the gym, Hinata paused at the bottom of the stairs. “Go on ahead, we’ll be out soon!”

You nodded, offering him a nervous smile before turning and slowly inching toward the open gym doors. The sound of shoes squeaking across the hardwood floor reached your ears and you peaked around the door, curiously. The ball was spiked, falling to the front of the court quite quickly and no one was close enough to get to it before it could land. Your eyes were just barely able to catch sight of the orange blur as it rushed toward the ball, a short boy diving to the ground with no regard for his own safety. His hand was just barely able to squeeze between the ball and the ground, but it bounced off the back of his hand and back into the air, allowing the grey-haired boy to toss it to the brown-haired boy who spiked it to the other half of the court.

Your eyes widened as you watched the short boy pull himself to his feet, high-fiving the others two. ‘He’s so… cool! And pretty cute, too.’ Your lips tugged down, hand gripping the door frame as you forced your eyes away. ‘But he would never like someone like me…’

A hand landed on your shoulder and you jumped, a soft squeak of surprise passing your lips as you whirled around, hand over your racing heart. It was just Hinata, eyes wide and hand suspended in mid-air. Embarrassment rushed over you and your face burned all the way to the tips of your ears as you felt multiple pairs of eyes burning into your back.

“Good job, idiot, you scared them.”

“I-I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!”

Footsteps quickly approached, followed by the authoritative voice of the team’s captain. “What’s going on here?”

“Hinata scared Y/N,” Kageyama replied simply, pointing to you for emphasis.

“Hinata,” the grey-haired boy scolded him before turning to you with a gentle smile. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, unable to lift your eyes from the ground. “I’m sorry… it was my fault, not his.”

Hinata pouted at you. “I’m sorry, Y/N-san.”

“It’s okay, really!”

“Did you come to watch practice?” Suga inquired, putting his hand on his hip. “Or would you like to apply for assistant manager?”

“No,” Hinata shook his head. “We have a writing project together. Come on, let’s get started!”

You didn’t say anything as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you to the side of the gym where a row of wooden benches were placed. The two of you took a seat, angling your bodies to face each other as you pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, trying to ignore the questioning looks from the rest of the team. It was bad enough that you had embarrassed yourself in front of so many people, but it was worse because you had done so in front of the cute boy, as well.

“Hey, Hinata-san?”

“Hmm?” He didn’t glanced up from his notebook as he drew a caricature of Vegeta, his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips as he concentrated.

You glanced to the side, watching the short boy talking to the brunette haired spiker. “What is his name? Number four.”

He glanced up, following your gaze before returning to his doodle. “That’s our libero, Noya. He’s a second-year!”

“He’s our senpai?” You replied with surprise.

“Yup! And he’s super cool.” Hinata grinned. “You should come to our practice game against Nekoma next week so you can see him in action for yourself!”

‘I don’t know anything about volleyball, but…’ you bit your lip, looking back at Noya only to catch his eye. He smiled at you before returning his attention to the practice game. ‘I really want to see him play.’ “Would that really be okay?”

“Of course! I’m sure everyone would appreciate the support.”

“If you’re sure… I’ll come to the game, then.”

And you did, though most of your time was spent watching Karasuno’s libero who, in your opinion, was absolutely amazing. You wanted his attention, you wanted him to look at you and smile, to find you beautiful. You wanted that more than anything and that want quickly turned to motivation.

Since that game, you started walking to school rather than taking the bus, which meant getting up around four in the morning so you had enough time to get there. You felt exhausted and sweaty by the time you reached the school but, somehow, you felt proud of yourself. You knew that exercising wasn’t enough to lose weight, though. No, you had to change your eating habits, as well, but since most of your family’s meals were frozen or fast food, that was going to be a serious hurdle for you.

You decided to eat only once a day, which was a serious struggle for you because you were constantly craving food. Every time you caught yourself slipping, though, you thought of Noya and found your strength renewed. With this new addition to your life, you stopped being quite as upset about the bullying and they were not happy about that.

You started keeping a journal to keep track of your exercise and food intake, updating it periodically when you suppressed the urge to eat or to talk about how you were currently feeling. Unfortunately for you, your biggest bully, Atsumi, noticed you scribbling away in the orange notebook and she waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. This presented itself one afternoon when the teacher asked for your help carrying a box of paperwork to the office. You were gone no more than five minutes, but it was plenty of time for Atsumi to steal the book from your desk and slip from the room.

When you returned to gather your things, you searched for the journal, positive that you had brought it to school with you, but you had also overslept that morning and had to rush to get ready. ‘I guess I forgot it today,’ you frowned.

“Y/N, let’s go~!” Hinata grinned at you, jogging in place.

You chuckled at the boy’s antics, slipping your bag across your shoulder as you followed him and Kageyama from the room. Honestly, you had grown quite attached to these two boys over the past two months, feeling grateful that they accepted you and treated you like a human being instead of an animal.

When you stepped into the gym, it felt like your heart had been dropped into a bucket of icy water. ‘Why is Atsumi here? She’s… she’s talking to Noya… Does she like him?’ you frowned, heart skipping painfully within your chest.

“Okay, let’s practice!” Hinata bounded up behind you with a cheer, Kageyama at his side. This grabbed Atsumi’s attention, who turned to look at you with a wicked grin upon her lips and, in her hand, was your journal.

Your eyes widened, body shaking because you knew what was about to come. Your mind screamed at your body to run away, but it refused to listen, frozen in place.

“Guys, can I have your attention, please?” Atsumi called out, standing up on the bench so she could see everyone more clearly. “I’d like to read something to you all today. It’s a real comedy.”

Your lips parted, but no sound escaped. ‘No…’

She cleared her throat and opened the journal to one of the last entries. “‘I’m so hungry. It feels like I haven’t eaten in days, but that’s okay. Every time I think of food, I just have to picture Noya-senpai shining on the court.’”

‘Please… please, stop…’ Tears stung at your eyes, hands shaking.

“A confession?!” Tanaka cried out in surprise, looking between Noya and Atsumi.

Something about this situation felt wrong to Nishinoya, but he couldn’t quite understand why.

With her smirk widening, she continued. “‘Ever since I met him, I’ve been trying so~ hard to lose weight, but it doesn’t feel like anything has changed. I just want him to look at me once and call me pretty, but I know he never will. How could someone as perfect as Noya-senpai ever love a fat-slob like me?’”

Your bag slipped from your shoulder, books spilling across the floor. This caught the attention of the gathered boys, but you couldn’t see the expressions they held as you lowered your head, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks. ‘Why… why is she doing this? I don’t understand…’

Noya’s eyes widened in recognition and he rushed toward Atsumi, snatching the book from her hands and looking at the inside cover to find your name, scrawled across the page with a cute little doodle of a cat.

“Noya, what are you doing?” Daichi demanded, but the libero was far too angry to hear his captain.

His eyes flashed with anger as he glared at the girl, grip on the book making his knuckles turn white. “How can you be so cruel?!”

Atsumi simply shrugged, looking at you with a smug expression. “Because that fat pig deserves it.”

Hinata looked back and forth between you and her, confusion flooding him. “I’m confused, what’s happening? Why are you crying?”

Noya held the orange book above his head, not tearing his fierce gaze away from the girl. “This is Y/N’s journal.”

“What?!” Hinata’s wide eyes landed on your shaking form before narrowing at the girl. “What has Y/N ever done to you?!”

Atsumi scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “Oh, please. Save the theatrics, will you? The pig has been suffering since their first day here and none of you noticed or bothered to care. Don’t start now, they aren’t worth the trouble.”

Realization sunk in as each member recalled a strange or questionable incident with you that you had waved off, telling them not to worry. Hinata was feeling the most guilty because he saw you every single day, but he hadn’t recognized the signs that you were suffering so much. He took a step toward you, the movement snapping you out of your frozen state. You suddenly bolted from the room, ignoring the cries of your name as Tanaka, Noya, Kageyama, and Hinata took off after you.

Daichi narrowed his eyes at Atsumi, his aura darkening. “You need to leave. You’re no longer welcome in this gym.”

She scoffed, flicking her long hair over her shoulder. “You should be thankful that I got rid of your pig problem for you.” And then she left the gym.

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You had settled yourself behind the equipment shed that belonged to the baseball team, the field located on the opposite end of the school grounds. Your knees were pulled up as far as your stomach would allow, head leaning back against the shed. The sun had already set, darkness settling over the land as the full moon slowly started its ascent into the sky. The baseball team had long since cleared out, as most of the school had, but you didn’t dare move for fear of someone seeing you. You were sure that the volleyball team had already given up and gone home, but you were too afraid to take the risk of running into them.

Tears slid down your cheeks, ice cold in the chill of the nightly breeze. Your uniform did little to keep you warm, but that was irrelevant to you. You would give anything for the ground to just open up and swallow you whole, but life didn’t work that way. How the hell were you supposed to face the team now? And Hinata, your classmate?

‘Atsumi is super persuasive, I’m sure they agree with what she said…’ The thought made you cry harder, body shaking with sobs. You were so wrapped up in your own self-pity that you didn’t hear the frantic footsteps approaching, nor did you notice it when someone knelt in front of you. A warm hand rested on your shoulder and your body tensed up, but you kept your eyes screwed tightly shut, willing the person away with your mind.

“Y/N,” Noya called softly, his fingers rubbing soft circled into your shoulder. “Please look at me.”

‘I can’t…’ you shook your head, choking back a sob. ‘Please, just go away…’

He frowned, shifting so he could sit beside you, shoulder brushing against your own. “I’m so sorry. None of us realized you were being bullied.”

‘It’s not your fault!’ you wanted to tell him, but your voice wouldn’t cooperate with you.

Noya rubbed his finger across the cover of the journal where you had drawn Hinata as Goku and Kageyama as Vegeta. He wanted so desperately to demand why you hadn’t confided in your friends, but he felt like that would only make you feel worse and he didn’t want that. But then, what the hell was he supposed to say? He had never been in a situation like this before.

“Do you want to know a secret?” He wondered, angling his body so he could face you. You tried to hide your face from him, but he gently took your hands, pulling them to his lap. “The truth is… you had my attention from the first time you stepped into the gym. I thought you were so adorable how embarrassed you got after Hinata scared you.” He chuckled, threading his fingers through your own.

Your sobs had calmed down to soft hiccups, but you still refused to look at him.

“I noticed your efforts, too,” he continued. “I saw that you started walking to school and you probably feel like it’s not helping but it is. I’m really proud of you, Y/N!”

Your heart skipped a beat, eyes growing wide as they snapped to meet his own. There were no traces of deceit within his warm brown eyes.

“There you are,” he smiled, bringing his hand up to brush away a stray tear as it ran down your cheek. “You can’t give up. You have to keep going until you reach your goal! But you’re not alone anymore, Y/N. Karasuno’s volleyball team is cheering you on.” A fresh round of tears filled your eyes and he frowned, wiping them away with his thumb. “No more tears, okay?”

You found yourself leaning in to his warm touch as he stroked your cheek. “I-I’ll try my b-best…”

He nodded, feeling his heart flutter within his chest. “You really are beautiful, Y/N. Inside and out.”

Your cheeks burned as he leaned his face closer to yours. “N-Noya-senpai…”

“Call me Yuu,” he whispered softly, his breath tickling your lips.

“Yuu…”

Hearing his name upon your lips drove him crazy and he wasted no time claiming your lips. With his heart upon his sleeve, he used his mouth to convey how he truly felt about you. In such a short amount of time, you had become the center of his world and vice versa. He didn’t care about the size of your body, but he would support you if you decided you wanted to lose weight.

Nishinoya Yuu was already Karasuno’s guardian, but now he wanted to be yours, as well.

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