#futakuchi kenji x y/n

[asena-graywolf]

🔞 Shower Together 🔞

You didn't really wake up from your sleep. But you could see your awake boyfriend, shirtless, playing on the phone, even in a drowsy state. Abdominal and arm his muscles looked very sexy

Noticing that you were moving, he turned to look at you.

"Good morning sleepy mole" he made fun of you

"Good morning," you said, smacking and stretching.

"What did you sleep but..."

"What time is it?" you asked sleepily

“09.30” he replied

You lay on your back, you covered your face with your arm

"Too early" you muttered

“Come on…enough sleep,” she said, trying to encourage you to get up.

You moan with your back to Kenji

"A little more"

Kenji put his phone down on the nightstand next to him. He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. Your back was against his bare chest and you could feel his warmth on your own body.

“You know?…I used to dream of you all the time in the shower. How I fucked your beautiful body under the hot water…and how I fucked you”

You had goosebumps as you whispered those nasty words in his ear. His fingertips had taken a little stroll over your arm, and obviously these weren't exactly innocent touches.

“Kenji…stop that” you moaned

He lowered his lips from her ear to her neck. His other hand was playing with your hair. He ran his fingers through your strands of hair.

You felt his warm breath on your neck. You knew you were inhaling your scent

“How warm your neck is. I swear I'll sleep here"

You grabbed his hand that went around his waist and interlocked your fingers with his from above

"My love, please I'm so sleepy"

"Really? I know how to wake you up. This idea may sound nasty to you, but…how about taking a shower together?”

Suddenly your eyes opened. Your previously paleness vanished in an instant. You turned to him and pressed your palm to his face, trying to push him away.

"Pervert!"

“What is it! It's like I've never fucked you before,huh? "

“How can you think of all this in the morning? You're unbelievable!”

“At least I managed to wake you up,” he said, taking her hand on her face and kissing her palm.

Your heart softened when you saw a pair of loving brown eyes staring at you. You smiled at him and slipped into his arms. You laid your head on his bare chest and inhaled his scent.

“Oh Kenji! I can never be angry with you. Your sweetness is enough to calm me down"

"You're lucky to have a cute boyfriend beauty," he said stroking her head and kissing her on the top of her head.

“It would be great if you stopped praising yourself every time.”

Although you were alluding to it, you were attracted by the smell of chocolate emanating from Kenji's body.

“Your fragrance is sweet”

“So you like my scent too?”

"Certainly. How can I not like my boyfriend's scent? Whenever I hug him, his warmth and scent make me feel peaceful”

He kissed you on the forehead. You put your hand on his neck while he was stroking your hair, then you went down to his bubbles, from there you touched his chest, lastly his abs

"Your body is so great. How long did it take you to build these muscles?”

“In 3 months. So that you can sleep comfortably on it"

"You are crazy!"

After smiling at each other, Kenji innocently gave you a kiss on your lips.

“If you like this fragrance, I can give you your secret”

you were worried

"How?"

“I'll show you in the shower. I will wash you with the same shower gel and you will smell like me.

“Oh well okay! I agree."

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom together. Kenji adjusted the temperature of the water. Then he helped you undress. He was already wearing panties, and a worn-out T-shirt.

“Can I help you undress?”

You agreed, "yes"

“Raise your arms,” he instructed you.

You did as he said. You raised your arms and he gently took off your shirt. He had seen you naked before, but this time you were embarrassed. You covered your breasts with your arms

“Hey don't! Why are you depriving me of the twin buns?" he said to you with a grin

"Kenji…okay you've seen me naked before but since it's our first time in the bathroom…I'm a little embarrassed"

“Come on, don't be shy! Take your hands off so I can see your great boobs" and he took off his sweatpants and remained in only white boxer.

"Okay" you said and shyly pulled up your arms and showed her your bare breasts.

Kenji was looking at you with admiration

“You are so beautiful y/n. I wanna squeeze your boobs”

Even three of Kenji's words made his panties wet.

Steam from the hot water enveloped every corner of the bathroom. You would both be considered naked

Kenji took a step towards you before shoving you in the shower. He grabbed her shoulder and brought her head close to her ear

“For me, are you wet again?”

You could feel the speed of your heartbeat outside your chest. There was a spark growing between her legs. You could feel a surge of pleasure coming from your clitoris to your stomach.

Kenji's fingers found your clit through your wet panties. He pressed a little hard, you moaned in momentary pain

“Oh, Kenji…”

“I see you are ready from yesterday. Then take it off so I can see your wetness closely"

"Oh, can't we just do it?"

Kenji chuckled

"Why is that?"

“This…that is so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed that you look at my wetness"

Kenji's patience was slowly running out.

“Oh, you played hard so much, y/n-chan. Anyone who sees it thinks that you will show me your cunt for the first time. They'll think we're both rookie virgins"

You finally agreed and stopped resisting

“Well okay. But don't forget we're in the bathroom. They can hear our voices”

"There's a simple solution to this, honey," he said, and closed the louver of the small air vent in the bathroom.

"That's it. No one can hear us anymore. Come on. Take a shower with me"

You gathered all your courage and took off your underwear in front of each other.

Your genitals were now visible to each other.

You went under hot water. The hot water drops touching your skin made you relax. Then Kenji's slow and passionate kiss increased the level of serotonin secreted in your body.

You were both soaking wet from head to toe. The water gushing from the shower drain was running down your head. Kenji parted his lips from you. You opened your eyes and saw that her cheeks were red.

“Y/n” he said gently, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking it.

Then he kissed you a second time passionately and this time more passionately. He stuck his tongue into his mouth while kissing. You were sucking his tongue too, exploring every inch of each other's mouths.

As he pulled his full lips away from yours, you stared at the drool that stretched between you from the tips of your tongues.

Keeping his posture, Kenji reached for the shower faucets and turned off the water. As soon as you turned off the water, the hot air vapor around you suddenly disappeared.

Goosebumps are slowly starting to get goosebumps

“Oh? Kenji I'm…I'm cold" you said wrapping your arms around yourself

A daring grin appeared on his face

"Don't worry. I'll warm you up now."

You thought the softness of his voice would innocently hug you and warm you with his skin, but Kenji's suddenly changed demeanor made you feel like you had been slapped.

"Kneel down!" he said like a commander giving orders to his subordinate

"W-What?" you stammered in surprise

“You heard what I said. I want my dick in your mouth. Suck that!”

He considered the possibility of your hesitation and pressed your head, causing you to get down on your knees.

“If you try to resist, I will force it into your mouth. You either be a submissive bitch and listen to me, or I'll fuck you to death. Now… obey my orders, sweetheart”

Kenji's dominance and authoritarianism was enough to make you shiver. Your sweet boyfriend, who didn't hesitate to fight with you, was turning into a despot when it came to having sex.

If you obeyed him, maybe you could taste another form of sex. So you agreed to follow his orders

"You command, sir," you said to him in submission.

Kenji grinned triumphantly.

“Fine,” he said, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you hard towards him.

"Take that in your mouth!"

You instinctively opened your mouth and took Kenji's hardened erect dick in your mouth. As soon as you took it in your mouth, you were short of breath. He had your dick all up his throat. You made weird noises in your throat, you looked at Kenji with your watery eyes pleadingly.

"Come on! You are a submissive slut.You're not going to ask me to stop, are you?"

You shook your head no

“So suck it up. Throw it all in your mouth,bitch!”

He grabbed his head and pressed it to himself. You could feel his thick, hardened cock in your throat. You started licking your head back and forth.

After a while, Kenji got tired of your slow pace and grabbed hold of the back of his hair. You took your dick out of your mouth

“Speed ​​up! I want to cum”

“But we just started”

He sadistically slapped your in the face and before you knew what it was, you felt his huge dick in your mouth again.

“I told you to speed up! I'm going to cum into your pretty little mouth whether you’d like it or not! Keep on!"

With another slap on your cheek, a red handprint appeared where he had slap.

You did exactly what he said, treating Kenji like an obedient slut.

You continued to suck on Kenji's hardened cock until he ejaculated.

“I'm cumming y/n”

He muttered loudly and groaned, grabbed the back of your head as you ejaculated, pulled you towards him and cum all over your mouth.

You felt your hardened cock soften again in your mouth and coughed as you removed it.

The semen that filled every corner of his mouth flowed into his palms.

“Clean these things up,” he ordered, showing you the semen on the end of your dick.

You carried out your order without question. You cleaned it using your tongue like a cleaning cloth

"Stand up!" and gave you the second order.

You stood up. Kenji brought his index and thumb together between your legs and began massaging his clit back and forth.

You were soaking wet while blowing Kenji and your cunt was very sensitive. You meowed as you felt Kenji's fingers

“How does it feel?”

You couldn't answer with pleasure. Only two words came out of your mouth between your short intermittent breaths.

"So nice"

“Look at you. You're drenched."

He pressed his fingers harder against you. This time he touched your sensitive area. You almost screamed.

“You’re gung ho. Turn around, put your hands on the wall”

He pushes you against the wall and you put your hands on the wall and turn your back on him. You lifted your hips a little to rest against him.

“You are so impatient. I'm not going to get right into it."

He leaned against you from behind and his fingers cupped both of your breasts.

“How soft they are”

He started massaging her breasts as if kneading dough. He squeezed his hardened nipples between his two fingers

“You are hardened. Do you want to cumming from your nipples too? Or do you just want to cum out of your cunt waiting to be fucked? Tell me baby, what do you want?"

You felt his hot breath on your neck. Then she dug her teeth into your delicate skin, leaving you with a feeling of pain and pleasure competing against each other.

He didn't pull his teeth out of your neck until he was bruised.

You couldn't answer their questions, you just groaned that you felt both pain and pleasure.

“I get it, honey. You want me to go your inside. Wouldn't I ever give you what you want?"

He slapped your ass with all his might. Then he entered it for as little as the speed of light. The thick cock that got into the pussy enlarged the walls of the vagina. It started to move quickly inside. Spanking your hips occasionally

“Ohh…Kenji!”

"What are you? Are you cumming right away?" he said mockingly

“I don't think I can hold it”

You got another slap on your hip

“Shut up! You can't ejaculate before I cumming!”

"No!" You were literally crying with pleasure as you pleaded.

He stopped moving inside

"What did you say?" he said in a menacing voice

You took a deep breath and cried out in impatience

“I wanna cum Kenji! Fuck me!”

"So you wanna cum"

He turned you face-to-face again and grabbed your hips and lifted you up. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. You shivered as your back pressed against the freezing wall. Kenji caught your throat with one hand

“If you want to cum, you hafta look at my face while cumming! Otherwise, the results won’t be good for you.”

You nodded okay. Once Kenji got inside, your vaginal walls tightened again and you started to get more and more wetter.

You could hear the sound of Kenji's skin hitting yours as he moved inside, including cracking sounds from the wetness and sticky vagina.

"Look down! See how I fuck you!”

You hesitated, it was so embarrassing to see Kenji's dick fucked to your cunt. You just wanted to feel the orgasm and enjoy the moment.

“I said, look down!” you insisted

Reluctantly, you lowered your head and saw a thick cock slithering in and out of your vagina. Your pussy was like a fountain, dripping splatteringly.

"It's obvious that you get angry as you go inside, that's how wet you are"

You totally got Kenji's dick in and your moans were a duet as he swung back and forth at top speed.

Your wetness was creaming Kenji's cock. He dug his teeth into your neck and started sucking on your sensitive spot. Waves of pleasure were radiating from every corner of his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist and scratched his back.

He made one last move and went deep inside.

“Take it all, you slut!” she said as she had an orgasm with a flushed face

Warm semen filled her womb. Kenji's cock softened inside, you both gasped at the same time after you screamed for orgasm.

Your heart was beating outside your chest, you could feel your pulse beating in your vagina. 'Cause your vagina was beating like a heart

Kenji slowly lowered you. You had a pain in your lower back and you were not able to walk.

“Oh Kenji! I can't stand up"

“I guess I forced too hard. Do you want me to wash you? And with that scent you love?”

"Okay" you said with a slight smile.

“You will smell like me too”

He gently lifted you up and turned the water back on. He pushed back the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

You shampooed and lathered each other. Kenji would occasionally place kisses on your shoulder and back as he washed you with soap.

You took a pleasant shower after sex. Then Kenji put you in a bathrobe, then he wrapped a towel around his waist and carried you to bed.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much," he said as he draped the quilt over you.

You replied, "It hurt a little"

"I am sorry. Sometimes I get carried away. Now I'm going to get you a birth control pill. We don't want to encounter a surprise pregnancy, do we?"

"Yes you are right"

He went to the kitchen and soon came back with a glass of water and a birth control pill.

“Drink it” he said, and handed it to you.

You took the pill with the water. Now, the possibility of encountering a surprise pregnancy after unprotected intercourse was minimized.

She dried her hair with a towel wrapped around her shoulder and then picked up her phone on the nightstand.

“I wanted to have a good time with you for an hour, but they didn't give me any rest. The message box is overflowing”

"So you're loved, Kenji," you said with a chuckle.

“They may love me, but I just love you y/n” she said and put the phone down again and reached towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"What would you like to do now? Should we lie in bed and cuddle or watch a movie? If you're hungry, I can eat it too"

You accepted his offer by saying

"Let's do it all in order"

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[writingbymoonlight]

pout

ft.: futakuchi x f!reader

word count: ~800 words

a/n: my second entry for @cup-of-fluff's a time to shine collab! luna, thank you again for letting me join!

Futakuchi is in a sour mood.

It isn’t because his teacher scolded him for showing up late to class. And it isn’t because of the depressing grey and rainy weather outside that meant the team is stuck in the gym all day for after-school practice. And it isn’t because he’s currently been at practice for less than ten minutes and Kamasaki already scolded him for failing to be respectful to his upperclassmen. 

Well, maybe that last thing is slightly irking him, but how could it not? Kamasaki’s presence and demands that he be more respectful was like a constant thorn in his side.

No, what had been bothering him was the image of you, one of Date Tech’s managers, and Koganegawa entering the school grounds together, underneath the same umbrella. 

It wasn’t like he was jealous or anything. Why would he be jealous? You and Futakuchi were friendly, nothing more and nothing less. He was simply curious why you two were walking together. 

Was there something going on between you and Koganegawa?

Futakuchi has to remind himself that it was highly unlikely. The first-year is undoubtedly a hardworking and loyal teammate, but he also is kind of like a baby giraffe: tall, lanky, a bit awkward and slightly naive. 

Meanwhile, you are charming, intelligent, beautiful, funny and generous. There were countless guys at school who pined after you and Futakuchi knew that you’ve received a few confessions in the past. But no matter how sweet or well-thought out the confessions were, you turned every single one of them down politely. Futakuchi always assumed that this signified that there was someone you already liked. Maybe Koganegawa is the one you like?

But again, Futakuchi tells himself, he is only mildly curious about the situation. Not jealous at all.  

“Oi, what’s with that pouty look on your face?!” a voice calls out to him from the door of the storage room, snapping the second-year out of his thoughts. Futakuchi looks up from the cart of volleyballs he was supposed to wheel into the gym and sees Kamasaki, who appears to have forgotten about their little squabble earlier. 

“I don’t have a pouty look on my face,” Date Tech’s ace retorts as he hides away any emotion (and potential pout) on his face with a mask of nonchalance. Why was Kamasaki still hanging out at practice again anyways? He didn’t need to be here since he, Moniwa and Sasaya all decided to leave the team after their loss to Karasuno. 

“You totally do!” Kamasaki barks out laughing before leaning against the door frame, a knowing gleam shining in his eyes. “Let me guess: you finally asked Y/N out and she rejected you?”

Irritation swells through the brown-haired boy as he pushes the cart of volleyballs out of the room, forcing the former middle blocker to jump out of the way.

“For the millionth time, I don’t like Y/N in that way,” Futakuchi grumbles as he shoulders past Kamasaki. 

As much Futakuchi denies his feelings towards you to himself and everyone on the volleyball team, it is obvious that he has a crush on you. He isn’t overly snarky towards you. Perhaps occasionally sarcastic, but you always fired back with your own sarcastic comments, which made him laugh. He was never mean to you or gave you a hard time. Whenever you were around, he was more attentive and more outwardly kind. And it was impossible to miss the fact that he genuinely smiles whenever you talk together.

Kamasaki was about to open his mouth and point this all out to the stubborn new captain when you suddenly sprint past them towards Koganegawa, who was leaning against the gym wall, trying to imitate Kageyama Tobio’s nail care routine before practice commenced. 

“Kogane! I wanted to thank you again for this morning!” Futakuchi hears your angelic voice announce. 

From the corner of his eye, he catches the big-bone setter giving you a bright smile as he cheerfully responds, “No problem, Y/N!”

“I can’t believe I forgot my umbrella today. When it started raining on my way to school, I thought I was going to have to show up to class completely soaked.”

“Good thing I ran into you then!” 

“Definitely,” you reply with a wide grin that makes Futakuchi’s heart ache. “Well, I’ll let you get warmed up for practice then.” 

And with that, you leave Koganegawa and jog past Futakuchi once again, but this time, you throw him a small smile that causes his aching heart to skip a beat. As you make your way to help Nametsu set up the gym for practice, he is left wondering why small gestures like these are allowed to have such an effect on a person’s heart.

“Looks like you have no reason to pout anymore,” Kamasaki quietly remarks and Futakuchi senses that a knowing and teasing smirk is gracing his upperclassman's lips. But instead of confirming this assumption, Futakuchi watches you with his own small smile.

#futakuchi x reader #futakuchi x y/n #futakuchi x f!reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi kenji x y/n #futakuchi kenji #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu!! #collab: time to shine

[lexinympho]

[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]

"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."

You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."

"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.

You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"

"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."

With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"

His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"

"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."

"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."

The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"

"What do you think I said?"

"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.

"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.

"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.

You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."

"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.

"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.

You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."

"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."

"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.

Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."

You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."

He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"

"Oh my God."

"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."

You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."

"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.

"What point are you trying to make here?"

His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"

You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"

"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."

"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.

He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"

"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.

"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."

A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."

"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."

You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"

The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."

He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"

"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.

"You followed me!"

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[whatisreggieshortfor]

Rejection?

Aone x reader

@gosen-v

Aone hadn’t noticed the letter yesterday, and he felt bad that you’d had to wait to know you made a mistake. If he knew which of the lockers near him had been your target, he would’ve dropped it in for you himself, but he didn’t want to risk another mistake. So instead he found you on your way to first period.

“Hey, Aone!” You grinned, and he wondered if you were still cold from being outside, the red still visible in your cheeks as you looked at him. Your eyes alighted on the envelope in his hands, opened, and you opened your mouth to say something when he shoved it into your hand. He didn’t want you to be upset with him for reading it- but it hadn’t been addressed! He hadn’t realized what it was, at first, and then he finished it just to know what he lacked that you liked someone that wasn’t him. But your fingers slowly clasped around it, “Oh… okay, thanks, Aone. I’ll see you at practice, I guess.” You walked away, but Aone wasn’t sure why you looked so upset. Shouldn’t you be glad that you’d be able to give it to the right person now? He wished he could make you smile. You were usually always smiling when you left his company. Were you that embarrassed that he read it?

You weren’t sure why you thought the letter was a good idea. He had always been nice to you, but he was nice to everyone even when they were afraid of him. You supposed now that you just read too much into it. Aone didn’t owe you his affection, he probably had a lot of confessions yesterday and didn’t want to make you think he was open to your affection. Maybe he accepted another’s first. He was late with the rejection- but you hadn’t managed to get the letter into his locker until he was practice. You had to claim a teacher held you up when the coach wondered why you were late. Sighing, you sat down in class next to Futakuchi, who immediately was raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, what is this? Where’s the excitement I’m always complaining about?”

“What’s there to be excited about?” You answered stubbornly, glaring at the letter before stuffing it into your pocket, only to pull it back out and try to rip it- but he snatched it out of your hand.

“Nu- uh. No. You are not chickening out of this. You talked my ear off for hours about writing this stupid thing.”

“Can’t chicken out when you’ve already been rejected.” You shot back, moving to take it back, but he held it further away.

“What the hell do you mean?” He glared at the letter, knowing how you felt- but also knowing how Aone felt. “Did you write something stupid in here?”

“What? No! I wrote it exactly like we talked about! And even if I didn’t, does it matter? He still rejected it!” You paused, slumping into your seat, “He rejected me.”

Futakuchi spent all day trying to figure out how it happened. Why would Aone reject you? The boy was half in love with you before you became their manager, and Futakuchi felt like everyone could see the heart eyes perpetually stuck to his stone face when he looked at you. So he asked Obara. “Any idea why? Like Y/N wrote this letter- I didn’t expect a rejection!”

“You got rejected because of a letter Y/N wrote?” The two of them turned to see Koganegawa standing, clueless expression on his face.

“No, idiot, Y/N wrote the letter and-“

“So Y/N got rejected??? Who would reject Y/N??” The first year setter’s voice echoed around the club room, stunning the rest of the team into silence.

Aone turned to stare at them, before he actually spoke, “I hope it is not because I read it.”

Futakuchi’s eyebrows shot up, “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t you have read it?”

“I believe Y/N made a mistake in locker numbers. I gave it back.”

“Oh, Aone, you absolutely stupid tower of a guy.”

When Koganegawa burst into the gym, it was nothing out of the ordinary to you.

At least until he opened his mouth.

“Y/N! Captain says someone rejected you! That’s not possible, right!?”

Oh, you were going to murder Kenji slowly.

Ignoring Koganegawa, you continued getting the gym ready, moving through the list of things you needed to do, but as you finished you realized the rest of the team still wasn’t present. “Kanji, go get the others. Practice was supposed to start almost ten minutes ago.”

“Aye, aye!” Finally pausing in theories of how it happened, the tall boy ran to the club room, only for you to hear Futakuchi yelling at him to shut the door.

Stomping over, you threw it open, “Kenji, you can’t still be changing! Practice is-“ You paused, sure enough they were not still changing. Instead, they were all crowded around Aone as he sat on the bench in front of a pen and paper, “Are you guys having a study session or something?”

Everyone was frozen as they stared back at you, before Aone stood, holding the paper out to you as he bowed. The first thing you caught at the top was an apology.

“Aone, really, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have gotten so sensitive. You don’t need to apologize for rejecting my confession.”

He just thrusted the paper in your direction again, so you took it with a sigh.

Reading it made you realize that he hadn’t known the confession was for him- and you realized you had never actually written his name on it. You slapped a hand to your face, “I’m an idiot.”

“No.” His deep voice spoke quietly before a soft smile graced his features, “You are very nice.”

Futakuchi walked up, slapping the original letter into Aone’s chest, “Here you go, big guy. Now let’s get to practice.”

“Yeah, about that,” You turned to your best friend with a sharp glare, “You mind telling me how Koganegawa knew about my supposed rejection?”

The captain ran, and as you moved to chase him, Aone caught the back of your jacket and held you in place. He spoke quietly when you glanced back at him, “Maybe let him go this once. He helped in the end.”

You conceded with a nod as you smiled at him, “Fair point, big man. How about we take a trip to that book store I was telling you about after practice? I’m pretty sure they have that series you were reading.” He nodded, giving you a brief but crushing hug before he followed the team to the gym.

Masterlist

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x female reader #aone x reader #aone takanobu

[mrs-kodzuken]

Forever Mine ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Kenji Futakuchi x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, marriage au

CW: fem!reader, implied short!reader, marriage au, fluff, slight overbearing mother?, mentions of food repeatedly, mention of no father, platonic boob holding

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"Girl, hush, you had a granola bar this morning; you'll be fine!" I heard my mom scold me.

I just stared at her, feeling my stomach growl. "But that doesn't calm my stomach," I pointed out.

Ever since I was little, I have always been a person who could put away a lot of food. And I was getting married to my fiancé in a couple of hours. Which unfortunately meant that in order to not be bloated in my wedding dress, I couldn't eat right this second.

She glared and said, "Calm down. You'll get food when you're done." She spoke, fixing my hair in the mirror.

The idea of food never left my thoughts or stomach.

I could really go for some pizza right now. Maybe I could call the pizza place really quickly without my mom knowing? That is, if I'm ever out of her line of sight.

"I can't believe that you're getting married. It just seems as if I was changing your diapers." My mom wiped away a small tear. She had suddenly got super emotional.

"Mom, you said you weren't going to cry till after the ceremony." I laughed lightly.

"But seriously, I don't like seeing you cry." I gave her a small hug, making sure not to mess up my hair.

"Oh, are the bridesmaids almost done? I want to see how they look." I pulled away from the hug and entered the room connected to mine.

"Good god, you all look wonderful!" I astonishingly said to all of them.

Suddenly, a herd of women surrounded me. And of course, with my short height, I was hardly able to get out of their grasp.

"Do you need help with your makeup? I'll do it for you." I looked at my friend, whom I asked to be a bridesmaid.

"Ah, thank you," I thanked her whilst I grabbing the makeup box.

After about an hour, we all had done almost all of each other's makeup and because I needed something to take my mind off of hunger.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, dear. Now all you have to do is walk your fine ass down the aisle and become a Futakuchi." My soon to be husband said through the door.

I have been talking to my fiancé for about ten minutes now. I wouldn't let him see me till I was walking down the aisle, I didn't want any bad luck on our special day.

However, my smile was quickly replaced by a groan of hunger.

"Babe? Are you alright?" I heard him through the door. He couldn't open it obviously, but I could tell he definitely wanted to.

"I'm fine, just hungry." I lightly laughed. If I didn't get food in me quick, I was sure I was going to die.

Hearing no response from Kenji at the door, I furrowed my brows. Getting on my knees, I bent down to see if his shoes were still there from under the door.

Which they weren't, by the way.

Suddenly, a loud gasp made me look up. I saw my mom there, looking as if she was about to scold me for being on the floor.

I silently told Kenji I loved him as I received an earful from the woman who raised me all my life.

"Ah, yes, thank you for that," I awkwardly said to my mother. She sighed and shooed me away, saying something like I should already be in my dress and shoes.

Sorry mom, but I was more worried about my future husband than a dress and heels, even if they were gorgeous.

A loud knock sounded throughout the room. The bridesmaids had pulled me into their room as if sensing Kenji was outside that door.

I pressed my ear against the mahogany door while listening. Although, it seemed to be that I was hearing for exactly nothing.

"(Y/n)? You can come out now." I finally heard someone speak, kind of sounding like my mom.

Once my mom said that, I rushed out to see if anything was wrong.

I noticed a pizza box in her hands, she handed it to me.

"Did Kenji get this?" I asked hesitantly, a smile coming upon my cherry-colored lips.

"Yeah, you said you were hungry, so I went and got you my favorite pizza. Enjoy babe." I heard a kissy sound from him through the door, and his foot steps trailed away.

Dear God, I love that man. Which is exactly why I'm going to marry him.

I set the pizza box down and quickly indulged in it, not really caring if it was burning my mouth or not. I sure was hungry.

I'll definitely have to thank him for this. I almost died from the lack of food.

"After that piece, I'll save it for you. You need to be in your dress and down the hall in ten minutes." I heard my mom lecture looking at her gold wristwatch, as I shoved the crust into my mouth.

I saluted and licked my fingers, heading towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my hands.

"Are you ready?" I saw a plastic bag that held my dress in it.

I nodded and took off my robe, which revealed the embarrassing black lingerie my best friend had put me in.

She said something along the lines of, I should get the attention of my man by wearing something hot.

As if I didn't get his attention already. I could hardly stop him from paying attention to me and what was underneath the clothes.

After I slipped on the dress, I was down the hall in a short period of time.

I was met with my mom, who would walk me down the aisle. I mean, who needed a dad anyway?

We hooked arms as I nervously held the bouquet. Even though I've woken up to his handsome face plenty of times, it still gets the knots in my stomach going.

Later, rather than sooner, our vows were said and the celebration of my marriage lasted for hours.

Kenji had been lying on my breasts for the past thirty minutes. I love him so much, I truly do, but I was about to snap, it was uncomfortable.

I shifted, trying to move his head so it would be lying between them instead.

"Why are you moving? Are you uncomfortable?" He looked up sweetly at me.

I glared at his handsome face, which pissed me off even more than his big ass head.

"Your fat head is hurting my boobs," I whined, shoving his head down to my mid-gut.

"You could have just said so; let's switch places then." He laughed softly, putting my comfort over his.

Right as I was about to question him, he had flipped us over. Where I had my back against his chest instead.

I snuggled my back into his chest, paying more attention to the movie now that I was comfortable and happy.

We got married two months ago, but yet he still says dumb shit like this.

"I can massage them for you." I could almost feel the smirk on his face.

I tore my eyes off the screen and just stared at him. How the hell is someone so perfectly annoying?

"As much as I'd like that, I'm watching a good movie right now, babe." I pointed it out, shifting so I could have more cover.

"Can I hold them then? They're always really warm." He commented, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

Before I could comment, his hands slipped under my shirt, and I felt his extremely large hands hold my breasts.

This was some kind of 'normal' thing we would do. However, it most likely didn't seem as normal as he thought.

"Kenji?" I mumbled, my eyes burning from looking at the television screen without blinking.

He hummed to answer, and I could feel the small vibration through his chest.

"I love you."

He pulled his hand from my shirt and squeezed my body in a tight hug, "I love you too, baby."

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” from Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more!

the header is from FutakuchiKenji7 on X

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[nope-i-dont-think-i-will]

How Haikyuu!! Boys Noticed They Fell In Love

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Captains

P2

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Suguru Daishou, Yuji Terushima, Kenji Futakuchi, Tsukasa Iizuna, Shinsuke Kita x reader

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Yuji Terushima:

Yuji noticed he fell in love when he accidentally blurted it out during an arguement. You guys were arguing about him being a flirty asshole and he accidentally blurted out something from the soul that he hadn't even realized himself. "I keep doing it to get your fucking attention y/n! I fucking love you! I want your attention!" It was a random thing he definitely didnt mean to say and he stormed off when he did, crying for a while and trying to figure out his emotions. After a few days he finally figured himself put and confronted you with his newfound love, expecting rejection but being overjoyed when you sighed and smiled, making him promise not to flirt with other girls. He promised. Now that he understood who he truly loved, he didnt need anything else.

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Suguru Daishou:

Suguru noticed he was in love with you on a quiet night with his head in your lap. You were talking about something and running your hands through his silky hair, laughing as he yawned and shifted only slightly to get more comfortable. The domesticity of it made his heart do flips in his chest and his mind finally settle on the inevitable conclusion of his feelings. He loved you. Before he drifted to sleep he confessed, a hand gently on your face to keep it tilted to his height in your lap. You shared a kiss before he layed back down in your lap and allowed himself to nap happy knowing he had you.

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Shinsuke Kita:

Shinsuke noticed he was in love when you cried to him because you had a rough day. You had been sobbing and he was quietly comforting you when you muttered "you always make everything so much better Shin.." under your breath as you hugged yourself closer to him. He felt his mind stop. When you fell asleep in that position he stayed up, rehearsing what to say to you, how to confess he loved you.. when you woke up the next morning he had only hugged you closer in his late night slumber, head placed gently in the crook of your neck as he slept. When he woke up he confessed to you, and despite how awful your day was that lead to it, you swore up and down it was probably the best of your life.

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Tsukasa Iizuna:

Tsukasa noticed he was in love at a game where you had cheered for him. Not the team, him. Your bright eyes and grin as you cheered him and his team on and waved your hands to get his attention made him almost miss the ball as the wave of realization crashed over him. After the game was over he kind of tugged you off to the side while he team was regrouping and kissed you. He didnt have any words, didnt have any idea what he was doing, so he followed his instinct. When you both pulled away breathless he muttered a small "fuck I love you.." and nothing more as your eyes met.

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Kenji Futakuchi:

You were at his place with the team for a movie night and clung to him during the last movie because you were sleepy. Kenji's eyes scanned your figure, sleepy and comfortable pressed to his side and let out a small sigh as his mind raced. "Sorry Kenji- I'll move-" you muttered with a yawn realizing you had turned him into your personal teddy bear but he only rolled his eyes, moving an arm to press you even further into his side. "Dont bother. " was all he said at that time, but the next morning after the team left he admitted what he felt, and he gave you a lopsided smile of adoration as you admitted you loved him too. Kenji mentally promised he would make sure to have another movie night soon just so you could cuddle up into him again, it was nice, especially now that you were his lover.

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Uh- you can reccomend more characters for this series using the ask button but if I dont get any requests, up next will be the vice captains!

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Next part will be here if/when finished: ___

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[tonytonwy]

people pleaser

futakuchi kenji x f!reader

w.c 2900-ish

summary: where futakuchi kenji isn't as mean or disrespectful as other people have told you

Shit.

You softly bite your lip as you realize Mai is in a different class. She gives a reassuring pat on your shoulder as you try to find anyone you spoken to before; however, your eyes get stuck on one name.

Futakuchi Kenji.

You had heard of Futakuchi before, mainly by Mai's ramblings, but he was… known, not necessarily good things but he had a bit of a reputation. He had issues with talking back to upperclassmen and fighting for marks with teachers. You had spoken to him once or twice but can't even remember what it was about.

“There’s a reason you’re all seated this way,” You try to hide in your beige sweater, the green blazer on your skirt. You try to ease your breathing as you feel Futakuchi eye you down, probably wondering why you're completely avoiding his gaze.

Fuck.

Your teacher, a young man with dark curly hair leans on his desk, “if you notice, you're probably seated with people you never thought you’d talk to.” You subtly nod, a window on one side and Futakuchi on the other wasn’t exactly the way you planned the year to go.

“I want you to speak to people with a different opinion to you, if you’re quiet, be loud. If you’re a bit of a dick, maybe be nice.” He looks at Futakuchi, who simply stares at him back, giving a tight smile. You nervously bounce your leg on the floor, side-eyeing Futakuchi. He was currently doodling on his notebook, ignoring everything the teacher was saying. His long legs are spread out, your eyes are slowly draw to his hands. They're long but in a soft and almost dainty way. You can't help but look at your own; rough and your nails are uneven, nothing like his. Despite his broad shoulders, his wrists are skinny and you can only imagine what the rest of his body looks like. You have to admit, he's quite attractive. You don't remember him being this easy on the eyes last year.

You look away before you can be caught.

“Ah, also, I may have sat the two best math students together on purpose.” You notice how Futakuchi’s head lifts, actually listening now. You mentally sweat, hoping that there was a student that got better grades than you. However, the teacher’s quick and teasing glance at you make your mouth slightly open in shock. “I think friendly competitions are good. That’s right, Futakuchi,” the teacher points at him suddenly, “you’re no longer the best student. You have a rival in this class.”

“I’m sure they won’t be hard to beat.” Your teacher gives a laugh. He appears to know Futakuchi and his personality already. You can't say the same but in a, incredibly, weird way, you want to.

<3

“Thank you, y/n, you’re the best! This is the last time, promise.” You give a small smile as your classmate gives you a side hug and she runs off, your pristine notebook in her hand. You stretch and let out a big sigh; she had said the same thing last week.

“God, you’re such a people pleaser,” Futakuchi says rudely, his eyes glaring at your classmate who is quickly copying your work before the teacher arrives. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, an annoying habit of his, and shoves his hands into his blazer’s pockets. His notebook open with the answers to the homework and a slick black pen. “She’s too dumb to do basic algebra.”

“That’s a bit mean,” you slightly shuffle so you can look at him properly, “she might have personal issues going on.” The sarcasm in deep in your voice as he snorts, shaking his head. Futakuchi caught on pretty early that you were the other top student as everyone asked you for help. By pretty early, the third day of school, and since then, everyday, without fail, he would ask how much you studied and what's your 'loser face' like (you refuse to show him, obviously). And now with the results of first test arriving, you feel Futakuchi’s excitement as your stomach is full of nerves.

“Yeah, clearly personal issues going on,” as he says that the girl laughs loudly with her friends, forgetting about your notebook fast. You couldn’t wait for class to end. You feel a sudden whack on the back of your head and turn your head as Futakuchi has a bored expression, as if he didn’t just hit you. You smile in shock and as you open your mouth to talk, his blabbermouth beats you to it.

“I bet you’re the type of person to be in a rush and somehow,” he adds suspense for some reason, “you’d still help a person who's dropped their groceries. Or let someone convince you to join their cult or whatever.” You can only stare at him in silence for a few seconds before actually laughing, and you can see a glint of pride in Futakuchi’s eyes.

“Well, that definitely hasn’t happened before.” You say, eyes rolling. Futakuchi can only shake his head. Despite your initial fears, talking to Futakuchi in class became normal. Sure, he would tease you constantly and distract you , but it was weirdly easy to tease him back and, to just talk.

“You know what? You should tell people," he shifts his chair so he's closer and you lean in, he's practically whispering the last bit, "to..."

"to...?" You whisper, confused.

"to fuck off." He says fast and simple and you give a small laugh, shaking your head in disapproval. "And stop being a people-pleaser, it's gross."

Before you can respond back, your teacher hops in, a stack of paper in one hand and a red pen in the other.

You feel an annoying but all too similar soft kick to the bottom of your chair. You don’t even bother giving him a glance, you already know what his question is going to be.

“What did you get?” Futakuchi says, ignoring the teacher’s glare and your head remains down, finishing the last section of the questions you got wrong. “Are you ignoring me?”

“Did you not tell me to stop being a people pleaser?” Your voice is harsh but you turn and give a cheeky smile. His mouth is wide open, a smile starting to form and his eyes are full of disbelief. Pride swells in your chest and you wish you had a camera to take a picture of Futakuchi's face.

“Wow, using my advice against me?” He scrunches up a small piece of paper and flicks it to your face, hitting your nose. “That’s messed up.”

“Futakuchi, please stop bothering your neighbour.” You quickly put your head down and feel your cheeks heat up as people stare and Futakuchi sulks in his seat. His tongue clicks again, slightly quieter this time. “You can bother her when you get a higher grade than her.” Your eyes widen and whip your head to see how Futakuchi’s eyebrows twitch in annoyance at the teacher’s teasing.

The class continues in silent before you see another piece of paper arrive at your desk. You look at Futakuchi, unimpressed with his attempted to communicate. He shrugs before showing you his paper, a clear red 88 on the corner.

You hesitantly look at the paper, firstly, afraid of this paper being a death threat and secondly, being caught by the teacher.

How tf did you get a higher grade than me? You purse your lips, a smile threatening to come out. You quickly write a response and give a deep breathe before throwing to him, if he killed you, at least you would die a winner.

By doing your mum.

You cover your mouth as you hear Futakuchi loudly laugh, the teacher once again turning. He covers his mouth, clearly not expecting for you to write such a thing.

“Care to share Futakuchi?” The teacher’s tone slightly more serious now.

“Nah, I’m good.” he says quickly, and writes on the other side of the paper you threw. You try to work but your eyes go to him, wondering what Futakuchi could possibly be writing. You quickly get the other paper, scrunched and your hands feel electric as you open the paper.

You're definitely not a people pleaser anymore, quite the opposite actually.

It's not long before he bothers you again.

“What did you get?” Futakuchi pokes your shoulder, and you pull your tongue out, not bothered to answer. “Real mature, c’mon,” He leans in, but you swat your paper against his face.

“Don’t be snoopy,” he looks unimpressed and scoffs before folding his arms. “Futakuchi, you’re such a baby.” You give a small laugh as he pulls the middle finger.

“l/n and Futakuchi, last warning,” your back straightens significantly as your teacher gives a small nod and you can hear Futakuchi choke a laugh over your nerdiness.

“Teacher’s pet,” he says, glancing at you once the teacher faces the board again.

“At least I got a higher score than you,” you give a small smile while continuing to write down the teachers notes, and you feel Futakuchi’s glare on you.

The class passes by fast, as classmates come and ask for your help in explaining certain equations. However, you still feel those pair of eyes on you.

<3

As you walk out to the lockers you see Futakuchi, leaning on the wall on his phone. Despite being able to talk to him in class, being fully alone with him was a completely different situation.

“Waiting for Aone?” he turns and before he can glare, he gives a small smile. You go on your knees and put your school shoes into your locker as he fully turns and squats with you.

“Yep,” his face is serious and stoic, “so what did you actually get?” your face drops and you try to not smile over his persistent attitude.

“I wasn’t aware that you still cared,” you see his cheeks go slightly pink for once, “fine, I got a 92.”

“Bullshit,” he says but you open your bag and elegantly pass your paper, a clear bright red 92 in the corner. Futakuchi clicks his tongue, once again. “It’s because the teacher loves you.”

“Don’t belittle my efforts,” you put your leather shoes on as he slightly nudges you so you slightly trip, you give a quick glare that makes him laugh. “It’s not my fault you fight every teacher on every test.”

“I know my worth,” you snort over his arrogance as he stares at your calculations, his eyebrows furrowed, “also you deserve a mark here.”

“What?” You feel your heart drop and immediately lean to your test and see your working out, shoulders touching with Futakuchi. You ignore his breathe hitch, you ignore how warm he is, and you definitely ignore his cologne. “No, I don’t. I forgot to round it.”

“He said that correct units were the additional mark, not rounding, so he forgot to add a mark for that.” He folds the paper and hits your forehead, “you deserve a 94 instead of a 92, at least.”

“It’s just two percent,” you say shyly, grabbing the paper while standing up, “I doubt that’ll change my overall grade.” You didn’t want to fight the teacher, he treated you nicely every time you needed help with a question.

“You worked hard for this test,” he stands up as well, his long legs contrasting yours. His eyes staring at you for way too long, he gives a small sigh before rubbing his neck. “You deserve the grade you studied for.”

Oh.

Oh.

You don’t know why it tugs your heart, the acknowledgment of your hard work and for Futakuchi, of all people, to see it. It does something to your stomach and you feel your cheeks heat up, your feet feel stuck to the floor and your hands are suddenly clammy.

“I’ll ask him about it tomorrow,” you push the paper back in your bag, your stomach heavy with nerves. You suddenly feel insecure, did you even bother fixing your hair? Is your skirt too long? Face too blemished? You feel your sweater cling to you, in a unflattering way.

You avoid his eyes and walk past, not sure what to do with this flush of emotions. “See you tommorrow.”

"Wait," you quickly turn and Futakuchi awkwardly walks up to you, face slightly pink, "I'll walk you to the gate."

"Why?" He avoids your eyes and instead looks to the side.

"Loser's etiquette," he gives a dorky smile and you can't help but laugh.

"Sure, it's dangerous times to be walking alone to a school gate." He snorts and lightly pushes you.

"Shut up," despite his tone, he's smiling. You push him back and you both are in the strange game of pushing each other until the end of the gate. You take a deep breathe and look at Futakuchi, who's looking around to see if there's any other students.

“Thank you, I would’ve never noticed that mistake. I will actually talk to the teacher about it.” You have a serious face before Futakuchi laughs, eyes crinkling and you have to laugh with him over your dramatic style.

“No worries, it has to be a fair competition after all,” you shake your head giving a small smile. You lightly punch Futakuchi, who acts as though you have the strength of a body builder.

“Your mercifulness is going to be the end of you.” You start to walk off, your heart feeling a bit lighter.

“This is my first and last time helping you, y/n.” You give a small wave before giving him the finger.

“Good to know, because I won’t need it again!” You shout, not taking a second to glance at him despite the temptation to do so. Futakuchi laughs before disappearing back into the school.

<3

“Thank you for telling me l/n! Jeez I can’t believe I missed that.” Your math teacher gives a thumbs up, a big smile on his face. He couldn't be more than 25.

“Uhm, Futakuchi told me, actually,” You shyly give credit to him, and you see your teacher's surprised face appear, his mouth wide open.

“Futakuchi helped you? Even though he’s second?” You nod, your face heating up the more you think about it, last night you had been asking yourself the same questions. Your teacher gives a chuckle, “I have never heard of him helping anyone besides himself and Aone.”

“Yeah… He said he wanted a fair competition.” Your teacher let out a loud laugh.

“God, he’s a softie. What a stupid excuse,” he adds a red circle to your new mark. “I’m glad you’re seating next to him,” He gives a smile, “you're too nice to everyone.” Your eyebrows slightly frown as you recall Futakuchi said something similar.

“Mister Moniwa, do you know Futakuchi?” You ask, seemingly out of nowhere and your teacher tilts his head, pondering how he should answer.

“Our mums are friends,” you let a small ‘oh’, “plus, my little brother is Futakuchi’s captain.” You nod, still feeling curious about Futakuchi.

“Do you like Futakuchi always coming up to you to fight about his grade?”

“Well, I’ve known him since I was young,” he says, smiling, “funnily enough, I was his tutor when he was in middle school. So, I don't really mind. I know he's competitive.”

"I could tell early on," you laugh as you think about all the other times Moniwa has made a lesson a competition so Futakuchi would actually participate.

“Is there a reason you’re so curious about Futakuchi?” You feel your face heat up as he peers into your face.

“Uh, no,” you fiddle with your fingers, “he just seems, so confident.” Your comment surprises Moniwa, who’s eyes widen before giving a soft smile.

“That's one way to see him."

As you walk away you finally look at your paper you see a ‘96’ scribbled and a small comment.

Clearly Futakuchi ‘missed’ the other mark you got on the last page! Tell him off for me.

You shake your head; he definitely saw that mark. You practically speed walk to the class, excited to see your 'rival'.

“You asshole,” you slam your paper on his desk, “you saw the other mark, didn’t you?” Futakuchi eyes widen before giving a smug face.

“Why, I have no clue what you mean, dear y/n.”

"Oh my god,” you laugh before sitting down in your chair, giving him a shocked look. “Here I thought you were genuinely trying to help me achieve my maximum potential.” He laugh before sitting up straight, stretching his body.

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “I can’t give you all the answers, now can I?”

“Yes, you can.” You say, lightly hitting your shoe against his.

“I can’t believe you got 96,” his tongue clicks, “impressive.”

“Why thank you, but it’s…” You try to maintain eye-contact, despite your face becoming a hot mess, “it’s, uhm, thanks to you, Futakuchi.” You rub your neck awkwardly as you wait for him to say anything at this point. His eyes widen as you say his name, and you quickly realize you've never called him by his name.

“Uhm, it’s okay, you already got a higher score than me so why not give you a bit of a boost up.” He coughs, clearing his throat up, ears slightly red. “You clearly needed it… Plus, probability is my bitch, so I’ll ace the next test.”

You slowly glare at him, a million thoughts going through your head.

“I’ll bet… That I’ll ace it harder than you,” you leave your hand out for a handshake, “probability is everyone’s bitch.”

His classic smug smile comes out, his hand drumming on his desk, actually thinking about the logistics of this bet. However, his hand slides into yours, giving a small squeeze.

“Deal.”

note: hope u enjoyed it, first time writing futakuchi ahh, can u tell the parts i rlly enjoyed writing??

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[asena-graywolf]

Tooth Extraction

You had a new relationship with Kenji. It's only been two weeks since the two of you started dating

You were already close friends before you started dating.

You bought coffee at the corner coffee shop after school and then went to the nearby park. You drank your coffee and went for a walk.

Then you started getting closer. Kenji was the first to initiate the rapprochement. He slowly pulled you into his arms and hugged you.

You wrapped your arms around his waist. Your head was between his shoulder and neck. You could smell it and it made you dizzy. It had a light and fresh fragrance.

You then started stroking each other's faces and kissing each other on the cheek. After kissing your nose, Kenji moved closer to your lips and whispered to you.

“Y/n…do you love me?”

Your heartbeat was accelerating, and you could hear his heartbeat quickening at the same time as yours.

You answered “yes”

You kissed him on the cheek again, but his lip ended at the corner of yours, and your lips interlocked at the speed of light.

Afterwards

"I love you too" he said to you

You were a little embarrassed kissing. Your saliva was mixing. Kenji's lips were soft. You could kiss for hours.

Your hand went to her hair and you stroked her head as she kissed you

This is how you first got close and started dating. It had started to rain as you two were returning home. Fortunately, Kenji had an umbrella with him. As soon as Kenji opened the umbrella, you were right under the umbrella.

He drove you home and placed a gentle kiss on your lips before saying goodbye to you.

This is how you started dating. Now you were setting the day for your first date. Kenji thought it would be better if you agreed on this together. You would definitely talk about it. You wanted to remind your boyfriend one more time before deciding on the day. you texted him

“Kenji. When can we meet? We were going to set a date for our date together, remember?"

“Oh! No, of course I didn't. But I forgot to tell you something"

"What?"

“I had my wisdom teeth extracted. I can't speak right now. The effect of the anesthesia has just worn off. It hurts so much. So it's okay if we delay it to next week?"

“Oh it can't be. Get well soon. Lower or upper teeth?

"Lower. I had a risky surgery. The area where the tooth was extracted covers the nerves that start from the ears and converge in the jaw. There was a chance that my nerves would break. If it broke, I probably wouldn't be able to feel my lip for a lifetime or at most for 1 year.

"Really? Unbelievable! But you said the anesthetic wore off. How is your situation now?”

"Thank god. I don't have any numbness in my lip. I just spat blood in the sink. My tooth still hurts. I'm going to take painkillers now. I can't even open my mouth, let alone speak."

"My dear. Will you get well soon? I already miss you so much"

"I miss you a lot too. As soon as you get better, I'll hug you tight on our first date"

“You can hug whatever you want. Now get some rest. Don’t wander around the house too much, your blood circulation will accelerate and your bleeding will increase.”

"You are right. I'm already in bed right now. I also keep ice so that my cheeks do not turn bruises.

“I'll tell you what. I can come and make you some soup tomorrow if you want. I guess there's no harm with play hooky for only one day. You’re worth it”

"You're not kidding, are you?"

“No, why would I joke? As your girlfriend, I want to take care of you Kenji"

“It would be nice if you came. If you come, I will have to communicate with you by writing in the notebook”

"No problem. Even if you can't talk, I understand you. See you tomorrow"

"See you later. I love you. Good night"

———————-———————-———————-———

Actually this based on my experience.

When i extracted my lower wisdom tooth,

i couldn’t talk for 3 days. I felt like myself i’m mute. It was too bad. :(

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[mymegumi]

it’s not like you ever tried

pairing: futakuchi kenji x gn!reader

genre: angst

warnings: um sad? idk nothing other than futa being lowkey kinda a dick & the reader being rude?

you were just like a fly, really.

you flittered around him like he were the most interesting thing in the world, and sometimes the attention was nice. sometimes he just wanted to crush you between his thumb and pointer finger, stop your wings from fluttering and keep you away from him.

perhaps it was too harsh, really, to think of you as just an insect, but despite it all, he loved you. he thinks.

futakuchi isn’t really sure what love is, truthfully.

after his parents divorced, he’d never truly seen an example of healthy love. but when you had confessed to him, eyes soft in the afternoon light and hands outstretched with a tremble in the knuckles, he had felt like he could say yes to you.

and yet, is this what dating is? it’s not quite as exciting as he had imagined it, nor is it all that kamasaki had hyped it up to be, hands interlaced with a girl a year younger than the pair of them.

when he tells you he wants to break up, you put up no fight.

“what?” his face is pulled back in surprise, watching the way your shoulders stop turning, face half-hidden from him.

you raise an eyebrow at him, “what do you mean ‘what’?”

“i mean, you were so excited when you confessed,” he starts, eyebrows knitting together as his hand opens and closes again, grasping for something he can’t name, “why the lack of... response?”

you scoff, completely turning your back on him now, “what do you mean? you never put any effort in, futakuchi. it was unfair to say yes to my confession if you weren’t even going to try.”

and that’s where he thinks the breakup hurt him the most, because he did try.

he tried to be everything you had wanted him to be, had been the utmost gentleman if he had to describe it. sure, he had forgotten a few dates, or had barely remembered special occasions, but you weren’t perfect either. you were too needy, he reasoned with himself, too caught up in your ideals of a perfect first relationship.

he tells himself that he wasn’t truly in love with you, despite knowing that his own misgivings had thrown away something that could’ve been real.

t.list :: @nekomabvc @iwaizoom @lovekags @gellysticks @duhsies

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[lexinympho]

[suggestive, perv & absolute tease futakuchi, gn!reader, reader has tiddies, MDNI]

People always bring up the usual suspects when they're asked who the biggest menace in Haikyuu is, like Futakuchi Kenji isn't literally standing right there-

This man is about as two faced as any full fledged Scorpio can get, he'll come off as the most innocent human being in existence for his age, only for you to call him out on the intense bedroom eyes he's sending you (something he'll sometimes do without even realizing it). He's so sly with his hands btw, he'll have you second guessing if he actually brushed a hand over your ass while walking by. As for the times he isn't being sly, you won't find a lick of shame stowed away in those brown eyes for indulging in you.

He'd 100% turn things on you, too. You ask why he can't stay off your tits, but he asks why you walk around without a bra (like that's an excuse to grab them like stress balls at any given moment in time).

Don't even get me started on his spontaneous boners. He'll literally just look at you and you're suddenly subjected to him nonverbally making his boner public knowledge. You turn your back to him? In the kitchen? In bed?? Expect him to press his dick up against you and exaggeratedly moan in your ears until you do something about it. Give up on telling him to deal with it himself, he'll somehow pin the blame on you existing within a 3 ft radius and rope you into taking care of him after riling you up just right.

He's so smug about it too, saying you're so addicted to him while acting like he wasn't the one humping your leg just a minute ago.

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

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[bbytetsu]

11:11

pairing: futakuchi x gn! reader

word count: 1k

author’s note: warning for angst and suggestiveness, a friends (more like enemies) with benefits scenario. 

with you, futakuchi’s mind teeters between possibilities.

they love me, they love me not. 

they love me, they love me not.

they love me.

when your eyes plea for his touch, he always gives in. his calloused palm roams over your body, gripping you in certain places, barely brushing against you in others. in return, your moans color the otherwise soundless night. your voice is soft but raw, and his name escapes your lips over and over again like doves bursting from their cage. as futakuchi kisses your body, he asks, and you tell. you tell him that he’s the only one. 

they love me not. 

outside of the bedroom, neither of you can stand each other. you text him to leave before you do so that none of your friends will suspect you’re seeing each other. when he looks into your eyes to pry for answers, he’s met with something he wishes he didn’t recognize. that’s not love. it’s lust. hunger. above all, loneliness. 

and perhaps the most telling sign of all: when the two of you are done, you always linger, but you never stay.

his legs feel like lead, and the mattress springs creak as he turns over to face you. with nothing but the moon to light his room, he barely makes out your shadowed features. lying next to him, you stare at the ceiling and hum an unfamiliar tune.

he wonders what you’re singing. a love ballad? then again, why does it matter? the only thing he’s interested in besides sleeping with you is provoking you. he loves the way distaste looks on your face: lips pressed into a thin line, nose scrunched, eyebrows almost twitching. 

but in the aftermath of heated sex, he’s somehow picked up a few things about you: how you always take a whiff of your tea before drinking it. or, how you like to play with your hands, sometimes even his hands, when you’re deep in thought. how you have a “ticklish mode,” in which after he tickles you, a slight touch anywhere—your forehead, your neck, even your shoulders—is enough send you into a fit of giggles. 

these moments are almost sweet. 

futakuchi doesn’t care for sweet (but perhaps he’s starting to crave your kind of sweet). 

the ping of an incoming text disrupts his train of thought and you pick up your phone. unaccustomed to the brightness of your screen, he shields his eyes from the light.

“kenji, guess what?” you ask, your eyes smiling as you spare a sideways glance at him. you set your phone back on the nightstand. “it’s 11:11! time to make a wish.”

“god, what are you, 8?” he sneers. 

“well at least i’m not a killjoy.” you shoot him a glare before closing your eyes. clasping your hands in front of you, you make your wish. he watches you for a few seconds before you open your eyes again. “you didn’t make a wish?" you ask, turning to face him. 

“why does it matter? you actually think it works?” he pinches your side, causing you to squeal.

“well of course if you think that way, it’s not gonna work!” you jab his arm. “i like to think of it more like i’m manifesting.”

“manifesting,” he snorts. “sounds like witchy shit.”

“please, you can’t just call everything you don’t understand witchy. manifesting is kinda like... visualizing what you want. and then attracting it.”

“that’s just a fancier term for making a wish. plus, what would i even wish for? i have everything i want.” 

you roll your eyes. “come on, even a spoiled asshole like you has to wish for something!”

he winces as he’s hit with the weight of the truth.

he wishes you wouldn’t make small talk with him, with the way he clings to your every word. he also wishes that his mind wasn’t flooded with images of you. 

(and most of all, he wishes that your love came without conditions or an expiration date.)

“fine. i want a ps5,” he mutters, dismissing his thoughts. “you know, if this doesn’t work, you better hire a lawyer.”

“shut up.” you laugh. “and we both know if you really wanted a ps5 you would’ve gotten one already.” 

you prop your pillow up against the headboard and sit up. without thinking, he follows suit, pushing himself up to sit beside you. you lean onto his shoulder, and for a moment, the two of you are silent. while you look at nothing in particular, his eyes feverishly trace your naked figure, bathed in moonlight—an attempt to imprint this memory into his mind forever.

they love me, they love me not.

you look up at him with those eyes (is it still 11:11? because he wishes you wouldn’t look at him like that). you turn to him and place your hand on his shoulder; heat flowers where your fingertips meet his skin. to his surprise, you then lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

they love me. 

for a second, your lips hover over his before you pull away. in moments like these, he can’t help but think that maybe tonight is the night you’ll stay. his heart begins to thump quickly, each beat ringing with hope. 

“you know you can always stay the night.” he murmurs, leaning in close enough for his breath graze your skin. his tone is light like a reminder, but beneath his facade, it’s more akin to a plea. he reaches for your hand and laces his fingers in between yours. 

you pause before squeezing his hand in response. “i know, kenji. but when have i ever?”  

they love me not.

you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and step onto the ground. he can only watch as your hand slips out of his. 

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[whatisreggieshortfor]

Odd

Futakuchi x gn!reader

TW: implied death? I think.

You were an odd manager. The oddest manager Futakuchi has ever worked for.

You had only been full time at the company a year or two longer than he had, but you had done internships through your time at uni until you ended up leading your own team of employees- he just happened to be one of them.

But what made you the oddest manager?

Well, it was a few things.

You were constantly talking about things none of them seemed to know- some were tv shows or movies they hadn’t watched, some was just obscure facts. He almost hated the fact that it was endearing.

He would often catch you repeating things to yourself, not quite what people referred to as echolalia because your voice was too soft when you said it.

You had a habit of asking someone to repeat a question- only to answer it before they even started.

When one of the team members did something stupid or bizarre when they should’ve known better, your face broadcasted that message even though you weren’t trying to. Your face was an open book to your emotions.

You had a habit of using everyone’s first names, whether they had given you permission or not. When someone voiced they weren’t okay with it, you would adjust for that person, but as a standard you used first names.

But the oddest thing- the fact that your phone ringer was always turned up all the way.

It made sense, in some cases, like if you had to assist someone in the field, or when you were waiting on calls from the company supervisors.

But it was all the time. In meetings, while you were on calls, in your office speaking with the company president.

No matter what, your ringer was on and it was loud.

He couldn’t figure out why.

What call were you so afraid of missing?

A work trip out of town was supposed to be a fun time. It was supposed to be about employee bonding or something, and he grew up around here- Date Tech was only a few blocks over. At least that was what he thought. Some of his coworkers had decided to hit a bar and he had tagged along, now he was turned around and couldn’t even remember if he was actually in the Miyagi prefecture or somewhere else.

Disoriented and far beyond his usual drunkenness for a night out, he dialed the only person his cloudy mind could think of.

You.

“Kenji? Are you okay?”

Did you always sound so panicked when you answered the phone? He was pretty sure he’d only left a few minutes ago.

“Y/N?” When did he get out of breath? “Hey, sorry bout this… lost, I think?”

“Don’t move, take a seat on the sidewalk or a bench if you see one. I’m on my way.”

“Don’t know where I am.”

“You might not, but I do. You keep your location turned on.” He could hear some shuffling, whether that was you over the phone or someone nearby, he had no idea. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No, i’s ‘kay. Imma nap.”

“No!” You sounded very urgent all of a sudden, “Just stay on the line with me. You said before that you used to play volleyball, right? I have a friend who was a libero, what position did you play?”

He couldn’t keep track of the pointless nothingness you encouraged him to talk about, but suddenly someone was heaving him up from where he sat on the cement, “Whoa! Hey, qui’ touchin’ me!”

“Kenji!” He blearily looked up at the sound of your voice, slowly stopping his fumbling attempts to fight you off and you gave him a smile, “Hey, lightweight. Ready to get back to the hotel?”

Your phone rang again, startling him out of his drunken haze as he sat in passenger seat of your car, “Hey! No, I found him, we’re heading back now. See you guys soon.”

“Why d’you always have that s’loud?”

“What?” You blinked at him for a moment, merging back into traffic as he head lolled against the window.

“Your phone. Always loud.”

“I just…” He didn’t understand why you took a deep breath, “I just don’t want to miss a call again when someone needs me.”

He didn’t understand why there was so much sadness in that sentence, his mind still far too riddled with intoxication from the alcohol.

But he did understand it in the morning, as he remember the way you rescued him.

He stopped feeling like he had to prove himself after that, you weren’t an enemy. You weren’t an opponent. You were just someone that cared about others. He had never particularly nice to you, something he fought to correct after that night, but you still cared about him.

So maybe you weren’t the oddest manager he’d ever had.

Sure, you still rambled about shows the team had never seen, but he was able to keep up with it now.

You still whispered repeats of things to yourself, but he no longer tried to hate how endearing it was.

You still asked people what and then answered their questions before they could ask again, but now there were times he didn’t even open his mouth to repeat himself. Just waited for your answer.

Your face still showed every emotion you felt, but now he felt lucky to see that.

You still called everyone by their first names, but now when someone said his last name both of you had to look.

Because you may have started as the oddest manager he ever had, but after that night and the years that followed you ended up being the best choice he could ever marry.

Masterlist

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[evermorehaikyuu]

Day 5

Title: Vendetta

Note: These days I’ve been sprinting through a lot of things and then I was like, “Romeo and Juliet, modern and with Vendetta as the background music.” Let’s see if this is good enough, see you on the other side. 

˜”*°•.˜”*°•.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

“And you? You’re just as bloodthirsty as the rest of them.”

Betrayal. Treachery. He thought she had been different from everyone else in her family. Hell, he’d fallen head over heels for her and been vulnerable around her because she had put up a mask for him to uncover. And what he saw behind the mask disgusted him. 

“Yeah? Stop acting like you’re innocent too, sweetheart, you know what you did.”

Oh, if only to be able to shut her up without violence or love. 

Let’s start from the beginning, where it all started. It was an ancient rivalry. You could see that the families hated each other’s guts, even going so far as to kill the head of the house. The head of the house was always replaced, either by someone smarter or colder. It stopped after a few generations, replaced by blackmail and false accusations. It was a game of cat and mouse. Yet, the only people that knew everything about the feud was the families themselves. Everyone else thought that it was just a competition. No, it went further than that.

For Futakuchi Kenji, he thought that the whole thing was stupid and worthless. He’d never tell his parents that, surely they’d disown him. There was no way that he should have been able to interact with any of them. If he interacted with any of them, his family would’ve been shocked. 

The other side of the quarrel was the L/N family. Fearless, reckless, bloodthirsty. There was no family like them. Incredibly cunning and charismatic, they had everyone under their spell except for the Futakuchi family. They were the ones they couldn't get under their control and that just ignited the sparks to the roaring fire that was now a battlefield. 

Nevertheless, Futakuchi proceeded to go on with his daily lifestyle, not really caring about the other family. After all, he was at a good school, he played volleyball and he belonged to what everyone assumed was a family of prestige. Nothing was suspicious, everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

Someone new came to his class in his first year and unfortunately, when he realized who it was, it was too late to say anything. He can still recall the memory.

Staring down at his desk, he started daydreaming of what he would be able to do after school. His class was utterly dull and paying attention would’ve been worse than him being hung from his toes. He’d rather deal with the L/N family than pay heed to the teacher.

“Can you present yourself to the class?”

“Uh, sure. I’m Y/N L/N--”

There it was. His eyes flew open from their half-asleep gaze and his head snapped up, staring at the girl at the front of the class with H/C locks and E/C eyes that had a glint in them as she stared around at the room, as if looking for the next victim to gobble up. She did belong to the L/N family, he couldn’t expect for her to be any different. 

“--yes, I do come from the L/N family. I hope we can all get along just fine.” The words were harmless, but as Futakuchi stared at her bright smile, all he could see was a disguise. The real words that she was saying was: All of you will get under my will and I’ll control each and every one of you; there is nothing you can do about it. 

Everyone already loved her. It was the curse of the L/N charm, everyone immediately sided with them for everything. 

“You can take a seat next to Futakuchi, thank you for the lovely introduction, Y/N.” The teacher nodded in Futakuchi’s direction. It was at that moment that he realized the chair next to him was empty and open for the newcomer.

Y/N’s eyes hardened and her lips pursed when she heard the name. So she wasn’t clueless about the battle between their families after all. With an air of elegance, she strode through the rows of desks before sitting down in her new desk, her body half turned away from him. Obviously she wasn’t going to look at him and he wasn’t going to look at them. Neither of them would talk to each other and besides that class, they would try to stay out of close proximity.

There was nothing either of them could do. But…their only similarity was about the fact that the bickering between both their households. They both thought it was stupid and maybe, just maybe, that would be able to set their differences aside and work together.

~

“Talk to your partner because you will be working with them for this project.” The teacher said.

“WHAT!?” Futakuchi and Y/N screamed, realizing they’d have to work together. 

Y/N glared at Futakuchi and growled, “I can’t work with someone like him. He’s arrogant and a bigot and he’d blame whatever went wrong on me!”

Futakuchi glowered back at her and said, “I can’t work with someone like her. She’s just like--” He paused. It was one thing to be angry at her for the family battle, but to expose her, not to mention him as well? He was too smart for that.

The teacher stared them both down and said firmly, “You will work together, whether you like it or not.”

After going over the project, Y/N scowled at Futakuchi and hesitated. “You can’t come to my house. I don’t want you messing my house up.”

“I didn’t want to enter a pompous house in the first place. Fine. We’ll meet under the cherry blossoms, got it? Don’t be late.” Futakuchi grabbed his stuff and left when he was dismissed. 

~

“You’re insane. We should do it like this.” Y/N snatched the pen out of his hand, X-ing out his idea and writing down hers. “We won’t fail if we follow what I do.”

“Yeah? We’re bound to fail.” He grabbed his pen back from her and shook his head. “Look, I don’t want to fail. We’re going to mash up our ideas, spit it out and present it.”

“Ew, that’s disgusting.” She sighed and nodded. “Fine. We can do that--wait, that’s one of your ideas? Oh, that’s actually kind of genius.”

And so, that was the start of their slow way up to putting aside their feud.

~

“Yeah, of course, we passed, it was your idea.” Y/N said, smiling lopsidedly at him. “Maybe you’re not as bad as your family then.”

“It took a project to do that?” Futakuchi joked, trying to backpedal when he saw a shadow crossing over her face before hearing a little laugh and relaxing immediately.

“You’re not that bad.” Y/N nodded at him before walking away, making him smile immediately. She was different then.

At least that’s what he thought.

~

As time went on, Futakuchi and Y/N started hanging out behind their families’ backs, sharing stories, inside jokes and even secrets. They made the other laugh, they were each other’s anchor and they started trusting each other. In fact, it made them both happy when they saw the other. It was easy to hide it from their families, they were all caught up in their own war. Soon, they had hit their second year and their bond was stronger than ever.

“So what, are we Romeo and Juliet now?” Y/N laughed as she bit into one of her snacks as they started walking along a path after his practice.

“No, because I know you wouldn’t drink poison like Juliet did and I wouldn’t do whatever it is Romeo did, we’re both smart.” Futakuchi nudged her with his shoulder, grinning.

“Oh, you know me too well, Kenji.” 

He stopped at her saying his first name and tilted his head at her. “Kenji?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that--”

“No, I like it when it comes from you. I don’t mind.” He smiled softly at her and they both started walking along the path with her. The back of their hands were touching and he found himself taking her hand. To his shock, she was the first one entwining their fingers and not pulling away. It was lucky that the path they took was hidden and no one could follow them through there. 

“So based on how you reacted, you have feelings as well?” He teased, looking down at her.

“You can’t say it in that tone if you also have feelings, that’s hypocrisy.” She reached up to kiss his cheek and pulled him along, her tone mocking yet playful. It was a wonder how about a year ago they had been each other’s worst enemy and now here they were: letting their hearts on their sleeves around the other. “Well then, maybe I do have feelings.”

“Maybe?” He pulled her to him, leaning down and staring into her eyes with a glint. “I only get a maybe?”

“Yeah, yeah, I do have feelings for you, happy?”

“Very--” He got cut off by her pressing her lips to his and his eyes widened before immediately melting into her and wrapping his arms around her waist. The kiss was sweet and lingering, maybe a little ludic, but it just said what they actually felt towards each other. 

Something bloomed and it was love. That love would wither.

~

“Kenji. Look at me. Kenji, please--” Y/N grabbed his arm, trying to get him to look at her and allow her to explain.

“Why would I? You’re just like them. I thought you were different, you acted like you were different.” Futakuchi snarled at her, ripping his arm away from her and stepping back. Currently on the path they always took, the leaves around them seemed as if they were graying from each other’s words. “Why should I listen to you?”

“Because you know me!”

“Or I thought I did. Y/N. I trusted you!” Futakuchi cried, his voice rising in volume.

“And you still can! I’m different from them!” Y/N shouted, her fists shaking at her sides. She didn’t want for this to happen, she didn’t want for him to think differently of her. She wasn’t like her family but there was no way she could change Futakuchi’s mind, especially when he was on the other side.

“Are you really? Why is it then, that you’ve destroyed everything? Were you part of the plan too? Huh? Answer me!” Futakuchi demanded, but his voice broke at the end. He truly believed Y/N L/N was distinguishable. Never again.

“I had to! I’m supposed to be the next head of the family, I’m supposed to be the genius, but I didn’t want to do it, you have to believe me, Kenji--”

“Don’t. Don’t call me Kenji. In fact, don’t come near me ever again. We’re done. I don’t want you to even look my way and if you have to come near me, don’t talk to me. All right? How am I supposed to believe a liar who can scheme her way out of things? You are just like them.” Futakuchi spit, his voice shaking with ire. He turned away from her and with tears in his eyes, he left behind the girl who he had shared almost everything with.

Y/N could only stare at his receding back and waited until he was gone from her sight. She screamed and fell on her knees, clutching her hair as droplets started falling around her, petrichor already filling her nostrils.

Once you lost someone that had their doubts of you at first, there was no way to get them back. Their love was fragile and somehow they made it work. Yet, as fragile as it was, there was no way that that wouldn’t happen.

As she pulled out her phone, she realized she had an unread message from an hour ago. It was from him. The message made her break down again. She lost it all. All because she was a coward, she couldn’t stand up for herself. It was her cowardice that she lost the person she wanted to keep most, even though he was supposed to be her enemy.

Ich liebe dich.

I love you.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🧋First Date with the Team Captains🍔

Futakuchi Kenji x GN reader; Terushima Yūji x GN reader; Kuroo Tetsuro x GN Reader

Warnings: kissing, idk if that's much of a warning but better safe than sorry

AN: This is an Anon request! They didn't specify a team captain so I just picked 3 at random!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Futakuchi Kenji

First off, getting a date with man is like scheduling a doctors appointment

Seriously everytime you suggest a time, he can't make it 🙄

So what you must do YN is simply 🌠 ignore 🌠

Let the mans come begging you for a date

Even if you don't plan anything for the next year in anticipation, we will prevail 💪🏻

When he does finally get his head out of his butt, he's going to ask you to a theme park

Seriously Futakuchi loves to show off

And what better way to show off than winning all the games 💅

Praise the man YN Seriously

He LOVES praise

All of them do but that's besides the point

But seriously fawn over this man when he wins you a prize 😭

"Kenji this is the sweetest thing any guy has ever done for me"- you 😍

"Well obviously it's because I'm the best guy ever"- Futakuchi 💪🏻

Ok whatever 🙄

You'll eventually have to pull the man away to eat something

But seriously, he will totally pay

Mans is a gentleman deep down 🎩

When it comes to going on ride, the higher the better

He will totally call you chicken if are too afraid to go

But this jerk will absolutely hold you hand or let you cuddle close 😎

Pls he isn't going to let an opportunity to hold you close go by

Will walk you home again

Hand in hand 🤝🏻

But never fear YN he won't try anything

In fact you will have to initiate any sort of contact

But give him a small kiss and this man will faint

Gone... dead 💀

Will wait the obligatory 2-3 days before asking you out again

No clue what that's a thing

But he doesn't want to seem "too desperate" 🙄

Nevertheless, he's a super fun first date!

Terushima Yūji

Honestly I feel like this man doesn't go on many first dates

He definitely asks alot of girls for their numbers but going on an actual date 👀

He's definitely someone who likes to get to know alot of people (boys and girls)

But he won't go out with someone unless they really catch his fancy

He has high standards 💅

He's kind of like Oikawa but less annoying? Yeah that's it 🤣

So when he approaches you and asks you for a date 👀

You just stare at him like 👉🏻👁👄👁

Say yes YN!!

Of course you say "yes 🤗"

He's the kind of guy that likes to do home dates

Hear me out now ✋️

Pizza, movies and/or video games and cuddling

He will insist you two sit across from each other while you are eating too

He wants to stare into your eyes YN

He's a guy who enjoys studying people's facial expressions

Don't ask me why he just gives off those vibes

The movie will be an scary movie

But a movie he's already seen

He wants to open the opportunity for cuddling

Pull gradually pull you closer and probably scare you 🤪

He's a guy who loves to laugh on dates

Will definitely make the first move when it comes to kissing

He's not afraid to go for it

Will also walk you home or make sure you gave a ride before you leave

Will plan a second date right away if he digs you 😍

Kuroo Tesuro

It takes Kuroo a long time to get the courage up to ask you on a date

Seriously, it seems like he's testing the waters for like a freaking year!

Kenma, Kai and Yaku are getting annoyed with the wait

Yaku thinks they need to push Kuroo and Kai thinks they need to give him time to make his move

Kenma walls up to you and says "YN go out with Kuroo already"

Kenma 👉🏻 🚶‍♂️ away

You 👉🏻😳😃

Kai and Yaku 👉🏻😳😲

Kuroo👉🏻😀🥲

Kuroo is finally going to make a move because he doesn't want to be embarrassed

He really just needed that push honestly

He's going to ask you to one of those interactive museums

Don't ask me why, but he wants to have fun while getting to know you

Plus like those places provide all the opportunities for easy conversation and corny jokes 🤣

Will just randomly hold your hand and he's sweating 😅

The bby is nervous YN so squeeze his hand 😭

Hope you are able to do everything one handed YN because he won't be letting go

Congrats you have a new extension of your body YN 🙌🏻

After the museum, he will take you to a quiet Cafe for lunch or dinner

And Kuroo is going to sit right next to you

Like you will practically be on his lap YN

Sorry you opened the flood gates I can do nothing for you

Will walk you home or take you on the train/bus

Seriously he's paid for everything too

I actually headcannon that all the hq boys will pay for you

Seriously they are all really sweet 🥺

Kuroo will definitely go for a cheek kiss first

But turn your head and lick lips with that man

Welp YN, it's over for you

Prepare to be announced as his partner the next day

In fact, Kuroo is going to ask to hang out with you the next day 😅

Mans has zero chill

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[tonytonwy]

the sour moments of love

Summary: a prequel of ��people pleaser’, where fate can’t stop Futakuchi from thinking about you.

a futakuchi kenji x f!reader

warning: awkward boners (barely mentioned but hey)

Shit.

His hands are sweaty out of nowhere, his heart feels heavy, and he wants to go to the toilet. The despicable feelings of love are back as he reads the class list, and his eyes stay stuck on one name specifically.

l/n y/n

He had never really heard of you before, he just had seen you in the courtyard with Mai, he figured you were her friend and that was the end of it. He noted how quiet you were with a group of people but in clear comfort with Mai, snorting and talking loudly. He had never spoken to you, but he felt an itch every time he walked past and heard you laugh.

He slowly noticed you more every day, your hair, body figure and even voice became highlighted in his mind. Whenever class got boring and he stared outside, you would be there, either with a heavy stack of paper or in the field, with your sports uniform. Going to the library? You were there studying and helping Mai.

He was noticing you more every day, and it was starting to drive him crazy.

“You gotta like someone, y/n!” His ear magically grows as the conversation peaks his interest and distaste. He slowly turns and sees how Mai is in your red face as you nervously shake your head. There was a cheery blossom petal stuck on the ends of your hair and he almost gets his hand out like an idiot. He doesn't mind spring, it gives him horrible hay fever but he likes how the cherry blossoms cover you from the strong sun.

“We haven’t even been in school for a month, how do you expect me to like someone so fast?” She’s pulling silly faces, not believing you, and you’re laughing, in that way that makes Futakuchi’s stomach cramp. He secretly hopes that you stay like that; not liking anyone and single. He knows it’s borderline creepy, just staring at what you two do at times.

Wow.

His eyes widen as he almost forgets how to breathe when you connect eyes with him. It was only a second but his heart twists and turns as you give a small smile before talking to Mai again, as if you didn’t just do that to him.

The fact that your attention is no longer on him leaves a bitter taste on his mouth. He hates bitter things, he clicks his tongue, annoyed, he felt like he was going into a losing battle.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about you, but you always left him irritated, slightly sweaty and nauseous. He didn’t dislike you, but he definitely hated the feelings that were in the bottom of his stomach whenever you were in his view.

If you walked past, his eyebrows naturally frowned more and he stopped breathing, as if intaking your smell was poisonous to his nose. All these feelings would arise in him and all he can do is glare.

"Futakuchi, you're scaring my friend," Mai folds her arms, her face clearly unhappy with him. He's putting nets away in the gym closet as Mai leans on the door.

"What?" Futakuchi turns and stares at Mai, bored and emotionless. They had gone to middle school together and she was no longer fazed by his natural 'resting-dick face'.

"Every time you walk past me and y/n, you look like you're gonna kill someone and y/n is too nice to say anything to me about it. Instead, she just has a scared face, like a baby deer." Mai sighs and Futakuchi's heart does a double beat as he realizes your name. He mentally hums, it suits you. He wonders how his name would sound like if you said it. Would it be soft like honey? O more of a teasing tone, he imagines that's how he would say your name.

"c'mon, y/n," his hands are tickling you while his mouth is right under your ear, fanning your neck. You're on his imaginary king bed -not his real lame single-, your school skirt hiking up as you squirm.

"Futakuchi," you say while laughing, "stop being mean!"

"Futakuchi!" His thoughts are interrupted by Mai's yelling, "that's exactly the face I'm talking about."

"That's not my problem," he walks to the changing rooms, neck starting to heat up. He lets the cold water run on his head, freezing every stupid thought he's had of you. He needed to never see you again, despite knowing that he would see you tomorrow and the day after that, until the end of the year.

How did he get a boner over such a small thing?

"I'm getting my snacks," he says, yawning and stretching his body. He wasn't sure why his mum liked going shopping so early, especially in summer, but if it got him free sour gummies so be it. He can already feel the sweat forming on his lower back, he instinctively frowns, he hates summer. He wonders if you dislike summer just as he does, he wonders if you go to the pool, do you usually need help with sunscreen.

His attempts to forget you go in vain, as he suspected.

"Get some for your sister!" His mum yells as she continues to look at the canned aisle. He scoffs, his sister slept in, she didn't deserve any sweets. He goes to aisle next to the cans and inspects the brands of sour gummies. What sweets you did you eat, what was your craving at a cinema. What movies did you like?

A smile forms in his face as he imagines you two watching a horror movie.

His mind liked to do that to him, three months into the year and he still couldn’t let you go of his mind. You had stopped wearing the tie, the sweater, the long silky black tights. Instead, you wore the loose summer shirt, your hairstyle changed and short socks. Futakuchi reassures himself that he's simply suffering from heatstroke, he was sure of it. At least now in the holidays, he wasn’t seeing you everyday.

He hears a few cans fall and a quiet 'shit' come from his mum's voice. He tries to not laugh as he walks towards the next aisle, thinking of a witty thing to say to his mum.

“Happens to everyone,” he stops in his tracks as he hears that voice, that voice he’s heard so many times. In the lazy afternoons as you pick up Mai from the gym, in the busy courtyard, in his dreams.

He looks like a madman, trying to look through a empty space in the aisle to confirm his suspicion. He finds a spot, big enough to show his face, and he has an angled spot, where he can perfectly see your back and his mother's face.

Your hair is loose and shiny under the cheap supermarket light. You're wearing a tight shirt with some denim shorts and slides. The first thing he notices are your bare legs and, those shorts did wonders to your ass but his eyes go slowly up and he sees his mother's eyes; a evil glint in them as she stares her son down. He got caught red-handed. He shakes his head as her lips thin out in utter disappointment, he was fucked.

“Oh yes, if you move one, they all fall." His mum's voice goes to a lighter pitch, and he scoffs, she was so different with strangers. His eyes trace your figure as you help put the cans back in place, a few still on the floor.

“It’s like the store wants the cans to drop and for us to be mortified,” his mum laughs and Futakuchi almost pukes, his mum never found anything he said funny.

“Well, thank you, young lady. Not even my horrible son has come and helped me." He glares as his mum squeezes your shoulder lovingly while you give a small laugh, "I'll treat you to something. It's the least I could."

Oh, she was evil. Despite her short stubby legs and the fact that she was a woman, all Futakuchi could see in himself was his mum. He inherited her teasing nature, big brown eyes and love for sour foods. The list goes on, however, the only thing his dad had given Futakuchi was long legs and great athleticism as his mum couldn't catch a ball to save her life.

“Oh, thank you, but my friends are waiting for me,” you look down and Futakuchi can only assume you're checking your phone. “The train should be arriving in 3 minutes.”

“Oh my, go on, I’ll do the rest!” Before you can open your mouth, Futakuchi’s mum pushes you, “you’ll be late!”

“Thank you! See ya!” You wave and Futakuchi ducks, just in case you saw him. You definitely weren’t going to make it, it was at least another 5 minute run to get to the nearest station. He feels his heart race at the chance of connecting eyes with you again, however when he turns back, all he sees are beige dress pants. He looks up to see her frown, prominent and god, he really is like her.

"You are absolutely embarrassing." She continues shopping and Futakuchi follows her behind, like a little kid. He pouts, looking to the candy aisle.

"Says the one who dropped the cans," she whips her head, giving a mean glare again.

"Says the one who didn't have the guts to talk to a pretty girl." His eyes widen and she scoffs, unimpressed with his reaction. "Kenji, you’re my son. I saw you ogle her."

She walks off, grumbling about how disrespectful he is and how 'Takanobu doesn't treat his mother like this'. Futakuchi slightly slouches his shoulders, she always did this; throw a small tantrum to make him feel bad.

And for once, it worked.

"Wait mum," he walks next to her and takes the bags full of vegetables and meat, facing away from her. He couldn't tell his mum, oh, sorry I was too embarrassed to help, that's the girl I fantasize about almost daily,. "I'm sorry, I know her."

"What, you like her?" His face reddens and he ignores how his mum's eyes soften. She gives a sigh before smiling, "well that was your chance to talk to her, dummy."

"I don't exactly want you as the audience." His mum laughs, sarcastically, like always, and links her arm with his. She pulls him back to the candy aisle, ignoring how her son's eyes light up.

"Well, if you two end up dating, she's going to meet me regardless." She looks at the snacks before picking up a bag of sour patch kids and bitecrawlers. He tries to ignore every single thought that involves you meeting his awful parents. She gives him little push and her smirk appears, "but she's way too kind for you, you'd poison her with your rotten attitude."

"Thanks."

He gets home and lays in bed, recounting every single thing that happened that day. Your outfit, your specific words and the fact that you helped his mum out.

You had said friends, plural, did that mean Mai but you were embarrassed to just say 'friend'? Perhaps Mai and other girls? Other boys? Maybe not Mai at all, and just a group of boys. He throws a pillow on his face, letting the quick coolness refresh his face before it becomes too suffocating.

Fuck, it was definitely a date. You looked too cute for just a hang out with friends.

He suddenly sits up as he coughs, his saliva going the wrong way.

"Kenji, Takanobu's here!" His thoughts stop as he sighs, opening his door. Aone is there ready, in his tall quiet glory. They both nod and get their books out, the fan being the only noise. Kenji brought glasses of waters and sour patch kids, much to Aone's clear disgust. Their summer homework goes well and unbothered until Futakuchi starts looking around his room, his athletics trophies, a rubbish bin that needed to be emptied, and Aone’s phone. He couldn’t use his own phone to stalk you, he wanted zero evidence of his attraction for you.

At least if he did it through Aone’s phone, he wasn’t visibly guilty of anything.

"You have instagram right?" Aone slowly nods his head, wary of where this conversation was going. They both eye his phone, Futakuchi clenching his hands under the table, he felt like an idiot.

"Can I," Futakuchi gulped, "Can I use your phone for a bit?"

Aone passes Futakuchi his phone, slowly and slightly worried.

"Don't worry, I won't snoop."

Aone is behind Futakuchi, watching his every move as Futakuchi searches Mai_Nametsutsu and finds her easily. She was the type to post monthly and then delete after 6 months. However, her instagram story was another thing, she posted daily on that. Futakuchi’s breath stops as he realizes that Mai’s profile is you two posing like Charlie’s angels. He needed to check instagram more often.

He presses on her story, quickly. He sees years worth of stories and clicks until he’s on the last quarter, slowing down. He takes a deep breathe as the first photo of you appears, your tongue is out as you both had gone out and gotten bubble tea. It was a brown sugar, he mentally scoffs, basic but cute. He continues clicking until he hits the jackpot, He sees a cute sundae, drizzled in chocolate cookies, banana and strawberries. She's captioned it, summer ain’t so bad with friends:) y/nl/nnn and tagged a few other girls from school.

His eyes shine as you were just hanging out with your friends. He immediately presses the @ and frowns as your instagram is obviously private, Aone simply lifts an eyebrow at his friend. This was a first, Futakuchi having girl issues. Futakuchi smacks his face against Aone’s phone, groaning loudly. He had a small look into your life but he wanted more. He had been taking small sips of water but he felt the need to take a massive gulp.

Beep.

Fuck.

"Shit, Aone," his eyes widen as he realizes that he's send a request to you. His heart feels like it's going to explode. He hears Aone make a deep voice in his throat and Futakuchi wants the ability to reverse time. He wants to have never seen you, he had never spoken to you, why was he so intrigued by a stranger who was scared of him. Aone shakes Futakuchi's shoulders, his eyes deeply worried and an equally embarrassed face. "I'm sorry!"

“Send her a message.” Aone stares him down, and Futakuchi’s brain shortcircuits at even the thought of messaging you.

“I can’t,” Futakuchi pleads with his eyes, “she’s terrified of me. She’ll think I’m a weirdo, using your account to stalk her.”

Aone lets go and Futakuchi feels the pressure release from his shoulders.

“I'll do anything, except talk to her.” He bows on his knees. “I’m sorry.”

Aone nods and sits back down in his spot. They’re in a quiet, awkward silence. It’s suffocating him more than a pillow to his face and the desire to simply go on a run and never come back is strong.

“You should tell her, or start talking to her,” Futakuchi whips his head as Aone talks, “you’re not a bad guy for liking someone. It’s natural, you just need to be honest with yourself and one day have the courage to say hi.”

Was Aone giving him advice? On love?

“That’s…” Futakuchi gives a small sigh, “that’s actually helpful, Aone.”

Beep

They both stare at Aone’s phone, as a notification appears.

y/nl/nnn accepted your friend request.

y/nl/nnn is following you! Say hi!

“Oh my god,” Futakuchi’s mouth is open in shock. You accepted Aone’s friend request? Why? Before any more questions can appear in his head, Aone slides his phone to his pocket, smirking slightly.

“You get to look at her photos when you make friends with her.”

“Huh?” Futakuchi is now the one shaking Aone’s shoulders, eyes pleading. “I will get you non-stop kuri kinton, for a month.”

Aone shakes his head, a smile threatening to come out.

“They lose the great taste if I eat them all the time.”

“You asshole!” Futakuchi pushes Aone and tries to go for his pocket. They’re both laughing as they wrestle for Aone’s phone before Futakuchi’s sister opens the door loudly. They both stare at her, surprised and confused over her angry face.

“Can you two be quiet? I have friends over too,” Futakuchi simply pulls his tongue at her and she slams the door shut. “You’re gross!”

Futakuchi puts on his jacket as the soft wind blows through the open doors, brown leaves threatening to come in. He likes autumn, it's relaxing and calming to see the trees get more brown and to wear fuzzy socks around his house.

"Hey Mai," Futakuchi's eyebrows frown more as Kamasaki's loud voice appears, "your friend is kinda cute!"

Futakuchi's eyebrows twitch, his day was bad from the moment he woke up, he left his bento at home, stepped on a deep puddle and cue to now; Kamasaki being himself. He hates how Kamasaki speaks of you so easily. His voice is heard through out the whole gym, almost as if Kamasaki wants you to know his interest in you. He hates Kamasaki's big arms, his horribly dyed blonde hair and above all else, his laugh. It's cackly, loud and ugly. Futakuchi can't help but wonder what you consider attractive in someone, because it can't be Kamasaki.

Mai gives a quick look to you as you stand outside, reading something on your phone. Futakuchi glances at you, you were back to your normal uniform; the beige sweater, black tights and now there was a cute red scarf wrapped around your neck, covering your mouth. “Well, she technically is, but she's a bit shy."

Kamasaki laughs and it makes Futakuchi want to punch him, he clenches his fists as he hold the metallic pole.

Would you even be with some like Kamasaki?

The image of you and Kamasaki walking together makes Futakuchi's blood boil and he feels like kicking something into space.

“As if she’d be interested in you,” Futakuchi says, walking by, “she probably doesn’t like gorillas.”

“Futakuchi!” Kamasaki essentially growls, his mood changing immediately, “does she like stuck-up, arrogant dickheads?”

“Tsk, I don’t know,” he turns, giving a glare, “but I know your mother does.”

Futakuchi shouldn't be surprised why he and Kamasaki were suspended from practice for that week.

It's the day before Valentine's day.

And he's managed to glare at you slightly less.

"Why do you like her?" Aone asks, as they walk together out of the gym. Futakuchi tilts his head, also confused. He wasn't sure when or how but he just did. He breathes into his scarf, trying to set his thoughts straight.

“I don't know.... She’s the type of help someone, even if it’s not beneficial for her. She’s got a weird laugh that makes me wish I could make her laugh like that and Kamasaki finds her cute." He sighs and stops as he realizes that he's spoken his thoughts out loud. He covers his mouth and looks around to see if anyone was close enough to hear.

"Hm," Aone says in response. They walk in comfortable silence and Futakuchi moves his shoulders, they feel lighter than usual.

"Have you told that cute girl that you like her yet?" he takes his shoes off before clicking his tongue quietly, today was the day to bother him about you.

"You'll be happy to know," he stands up, putting his slippers on, "it's none of your business!"

He hears his mum click her tongue in the kitchen. He really needed to stop being like his mum.

"Jeez, it's been almost a year Kenji," she yells, cooking something. Futakuchi's nose twitches as he smells something sweet, "just rip the band-aid off."

He stomps to the kitchen, and before he can say anything, a spoon drenched with thick chocolate is in front of his mouth.

"Let me teach you how to make chocolate!" His mum gives a big smile, she was in a good mood, Futakuchi thinks to himself. "And while we're making it, you can tell me about this girl."

"What makes you think I want to talk about her to you," he says cynically, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, stop being difficult," she hits him with a wooden spoon on his arms. "Girls don't like difficult boys."

"You're funny."

"I'm serious Kenji," she sighs before leaning on the counter next to him. In front of them is a board filled with photos. One stands out the most, in the middle is a Polaroid of Futakuchi as a baby trying to walk with his mum holding his chubby hands, giving a big toothy grin. "You're a wonderful boy when you want to be. You just need to believe it."

Before he can say anything, his mum continues.

"So let's make some cute chocolates for dad and this girl!" She slaps his shoulder before giving a squeeze. Futakuchi gives a small smile and nods, deciding to not be difficult for once.

"Isn't it the girl's job to give chocolates?"

"Who cares, if you like someone, you should just give them chocolates any day."

So, they talk. Futakuchi lets his feelings out, obviously not the wet dreams but he's pretty sure his mum is aware of that happening with how often Futakuchi washes his undies and bedcovers. He tells her about how it was essentially love at first sight and then you wouldn't leave his sight. He tells her about stalking you through Aone's phone and getting suspended for fighting Kamasaki over a stupid comment.

"Well, it sounds like she knows who you are but you haven't made it clear you're interested in her."

"No shit," he puts his head down in shame as his mum glares at him, "sorry, it's an automatic response."

"Well, I'm sure she'll realize you're interested once you give her these!" She passes Futakuchi the three cute chocolate bears, each one in a different position. He hesitantly grabs them, before putting them in the fridge.

"Or I could just eat them." His sister pops out, giving a grin.

"Shut up," he flick at her nose before going to his room. He had less than 24 hours to plan everything, he stares at his ceiling, pondering what to say or how to even confess.

It's Valentine's day. And he slept a total of 2 hours. He yawns while getting ready, the bags under his eyes more than obvious.

"You look handsome, sleeping beauty," his mum passes him his bento and he just groans, did he look that bad?

He doesn't walk as fast to school as he usually does. He's looking at the window more than usual in class, expecting to see you walking around in your sports uniform. Despite the fact that it's the end of winter, his body feels sweaty and almost humid.

He goes to the courtyard at lunch, expecting to see you in your usual y/n glory with Mai blabbering off.

Today is the one day he doesn't see you or Mai in the courtyard.

"Have you seen Mai today?" He asks Obara as they sit on a table, they both look at the table that is usually occupied by you two.

"Nope, apparently she's planning to confess."

"Who's confessing?" Futakuchi says fast before realizing who they're talking about.

"Mai...?" Obara gives a weird look but continues talking, mainly about the upcoming practice games and how he wishes he got some chocolates. Futakuchi nods and replies but his mind is stuck on you, where had you gone? The most logical answer was that you were with Mai, in the classroom or toilets, trying to hype her up.

Maybe you were planning to confess to someone today as well.

"Futakuchi!" He stares at Obara, who just laughs. "You looked like you were going to kill someone for a second there."

"Daydreaming much?" He feels a rough pat on his head and glares up at Kamasaki, who's giving a grin. "Guess who gave me chocolates?"

Futakuchi's mind and heart are thumping, there's no way. You were better than that. You helped his mum for god's sake, how could you like Kamasaki, of all people. Futakuchi takes a deep breathe, even if it's true, his annoying upperclassman can't know about his own feelings for you.

"Your mother gave me chocolates too, ya know?" Kamasaki bites his inner cheek, trying to not explode. They're both glaring at each other, both too mad to dwell on anything else.

"Futakuchi, you really have to stop saying that type of stuff," Moniwa sighs, pushing them apart before Aone does it more successfully.

"Anyways, a hot third year gave me chocolates," Kamasaki brags, flaunting the cheap chocolate around. Futakuchi's eyes slightly widen as he realizes you didn't confess to Kamasaki.

"I don’t remember asking,” Futakuchi says quietly and before Kamasaki can yell at him, Aone acts as a wall between the two. Futakuchi lets a small smile appear, he still had a chance.

Lunch finishes soon and Futakuchi clicks his tongue as he can't find you anywhere. Maybe you didn't even come to school. He tells Aone if the teacher asks, I'm in the nurse's office.

He’s basically walked the whole building and he turns a corner, giving up before fully crashing into someone. His chest slightly aches as rubs on the painful area.

"Ow," his eyes widen as he sees you on the ground. His chocolates on the floor next to you. He puts his hand out, ignoring how they’re borderline shaking.

“Fuck, sorry,” his throat is undeniably dry and his hands are unbelievably sweaty. He sees how you're holding a box of chocolates, they're obviously homemade and flower-shaped. He ignores how his hands go slightly limp, he ignores the weird sensation in his heart and he definitely ignores how adorable your chocolates look.

“It’s okay, I should be sorry,” You say, his eyes finally meet yours and he’s never wanted a hole to swallow him more. Your eyes are staring into him and he can’t hear anything else besides his heartbeat thumping louder than the school volleyball chants. You avoid his eyes as you take his hand, Futakuchi feels his breathe hitch as he notices your reddening cheeks. He lifts you easily, his eyebrows slightly frown, you look like you're in a rush. "Thank you."

You jog past him. Not even looking back.

Ah. That's how it is.

He picks up the chocolates and notices the small tear drops on the ground. His hands clench on the chocolate, how stupid, what was even the point?

He throws the chocolates in a bin and decides to look outside the window for the rest of the class.

He takes the long route to his house.

“How was your day?” His mum asks while eating chocolates in the living room.

“Shit, going to bed.” He goes up the stairs and falls on his bed, feeling his pillows get slowly wet with his tears. He felt empty, hollow with a rejection that didn't even happen.

“Hey, did she like the chocolates?” She seats on his bed, and rub his head. He hated when she did that, it just made him feel more things in his body.

“No."

"What a bitch," he snorts.

"I didn't have the courage to give them to her."

"Ah, that's okay," before she can say it’s not the destination, it's the journey type bullshit, Futakuchi groans into his pillow.

“Why does Valentine’s Day exist?” He goes through the events that happened and somehow cringes more. He could've just left the chocolates in your locker, fuck, he wanted to smash his head against the wall.

“Every teenager asks themselves that question. I wouldn’t stress about it Kenji, one day you’ll be able to give it to her.”

"Will I?" He stares at his mum, who just gives a small smile before pinching his cheeks. At least he didn't inherit that annoying habit of hers.

“Maybe write her a letter, since talking to her is so difficult.” She gives him a small kiss before standing, "I’m gonna make dinner."

He lays on his bed, wondering what to do with his life. He's hoping you get rejected if you did confess to some idiot. Before his thoughts can get any worse, he hears a notification on his phone.

Aone: just in case it got to your head

Aone: [image]

He swipes up and sees a screenshot from Mai story, her eyes slightly puffy and hands holding the same chocolates you had. not y/n getting me homemade chocolates, hope everyone is jealous!

He almost laughs at the timing of everything.

Futakuchi: fuck you I was fine

Aone: sure sure :)

He sits on his desk, looking at the piece of paper. He gives a big sigh, guess it was now or never, and picks up a pen.

I guess we should start from the beginning.

He writes about his desire and fantasies, how you've managed to plague his every thought in a distorted way. He almost forgets it's a letter and not a diary.

I love sour things but being near you is worse than eating toxic waste (the candies, not actual hazardous material).

He sighs as he looks at the two pages, filled with words and nonsense. Futakuchi doesn't dare to read it because he might die of embarrassment and burn these secret words. He lays his head on his desk, fiddling with his pen. He folds the papers and tucks them in an car-themed envelope from his 10th birthday party.

“One day I’ll have the courage,” he sighs before putting the card in his desk drawer, hidden from his eyes and everyone else’s.

to y/n, who, one day, I will talk to.

note: this is significantly longer and very inspired by the spotify playlist 'futakuchi kenji hours' by 'franwyy' ;))

also damn they better show date tech timeskip in the 2 movies we're getting,,,,

ALSOO if u have any suggestions, i'm always a message away, i love hearing other people's ideas!! I might do a cheeky little aone fic that i've been writing for a bit but it'll take a while since uni and work have been taking all my time apologiessss<3

#futakuchi kenji #haikyuu!! #x reader #fluff #fanfic #angst #haikyuu #futakuchi #also i have mixed feelings abt the movies #hope it's not rushed #beta fic?? #probably some writing mistakes #I apologise

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a/n: I finally sat down and wrote this the other day and ive lost the will to edit it any more :) you get it. anyhow have approx 2.25k cece calm down bro, stop going so hard????!!!?!?! for the wonderful @hinatawa's can I get your name to go? collab <3

ps. @mimi-cee-hq, the gemini™️, and all other futakuchi lovers. come get ur food <3

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous for your first day. You know you should be grateful to your friend for putting in a good word for you when they quit, but honestly, working in the coffee shop just off campus was never an idea you’d found particularly alluring, or even really considered before they’d brought it up.

It’s turning out to be even more stressful than you thought it would be, now, in the back room at 6:30AM, with this dorky shift manager standing in front of you explaining all the ins and outs of what to do. You thought he would set you free after he finished his spiel on how to make all the different kinds of coffee, but now he’s on to the part where he describes—in great detail—every type of customer. Which you’ve conveniently been spacing out for.

“Hey! Did you get that last one?”

The poor man eyes you a little warily, like he’s finally getting the sense that trying to teach you everything at once is a woeful waste of time.

You don’t know what to do but tell him the truth. “Kogane, look, I’m sorry. This is just a lot to take in—.”

“I know. I know.” He holds his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, I’m rushing you. It’s just, I know these people better than you do and I want to make sure you’re prepared.”

“I mean, is it really that bad?”

Kogane’s eyebrows pull together immediately. “No, no! Being a barista is great. I love it.” Of course he does. He’s a social butterfly and a ball of boundless energy, bouncing from foot to foot even now. “I just think there are some people who won’t go easy on you just because you’re new.” All of a sudden, he stands still and fixes you with a grave stare. “Some people need their coffee now.”

“But you know them. You can help me, right?”

“Not this afternoon. We’re gonna be short-staffed. Just me and you. And I’m gonna have to help unload some new stuff getting delivered. That’s why this is so important.”

You take a deep breath. You barely even remember how to work that machine that does frappes. How you’re going to hold down the entire shop for half an hour while he unloads the truck is beyond you. “Okay, Koganegawa. Tell me again.”

His eyes flick up to the ceiling and dance around like he’s searching the depths of his brain, trying to figure out the key things to emphasize to you. When he meets your eyes again, he’s determined. “The most important person to watch out for is Futakuchi. I mean, he’s a great guy, really. Just hates his midday classes. He always skips lunch and then winds up in here acting like a total grouch, but he knows I’ll give him a discount so—.”

“Wait. I’m confused. If he’s rude, why are we giving him discounts?”

Kogane stares at you, dumbfounded. “Because we’re friends.”

“The scary guy I have to watch out for is your friend?”

The man in front of you stays quiet for a moment, mouth hanging open as he thinks. “Well, yeah. He can just be kinda intense sometimes and you don’t know him like I do so I don’t want you to get offend—.”

The bell on the door dings and Kogane turns on his heel toward the sound. “First customer!” He smiles back at you. “I’ll explain the rest to you later.”

He did not, in fact, explain the rest to you later, so here you are, standing behind the counter, counting down the minutes until he gets back. You know you shouldn’t be nervous—apparently the guy you’re supposed to be afraid of is a college student. How terrible could he possibly be?

Still, your palms start to sweat a little every time someone new steps into the cafe. Kogane didn’t even give you a description of his friend, so you have no clue what you’re supposed to be watching out for. At this point, it’s been twenty minutes that you’ve been manning the counter by yourself, and you’ve heaved a sigh of relief every time the person entering the shop looks older than twenty-five.

And when someone your age does come in? Oh, hell. Earlier, a blonde kid had stepped up to the counter and said his order a little bit too fast. You’d immediately assumed the worst, completely clamming up and embarrassing yourself, only to leave the guy stuttering apologies as you almost spilled his drink all over him. You honestly wish Kogane hadn’t given you a warning at all. It’s freaking you out, maybe even more than being taken by surprise would.

You’re sure your shift manager will be back any minute, though. All you have to do is hold out for another customer or two, and then he’ll come save you from having to deal with the notorious Futakuchi.

The bell on the door jingles, pulling you out of your thoughts, and an unassuming tall guy walks in. You can't help but tense a little at the fact that he looks your age, and you wonder if this is the moment you've been stressing about all afternoon. But as this guy walks closer, you realize he doesn’t look angry, just bored, staring down at his phone with his brown hair flopping in his face.

The man steps up to the register, not even sparing you a glance. “I’ll have my usual.”

And you just stand there. Not only is the man in front of you asking for something you have no clue how to give him, he’s standing close enough to you that you can see his sharp jaw, the way his eyes track the game he’s playing, the soft slope of his nose, and you can just faintly smell his cologne, and he’s… well, he’s hot.

“Um.” Your brain feels like it’s working at half-speed as you try to formulate an acceptable answer. “I don’t actually know—.”

“Come on.” He groans softly, but it’s noncommittal, no bite to it. “Don’t mess with me.” The man glances up at you, just long enough for you to get a glimpse of his eyes. They still look more bored than anything, maybe a little bit annoyed, and then they flick back to the phone in his hand as he continues. “I have somewhere to… be…” The sentence dies in his throat and he lifts his gaze again, eyes fully open now, examining your face more closely for the first time. “Oh.” He locks his phone and tucks it into his back pocket. “Sorry. You’re new.”

“I’m new,” you repeat dumbly, unable to look away.

The man in front of you smiles a little. His tongue peeks out to wet his lips before he speaks and you don’t know what you did to deserve good luck like this. “So, my usual… is… a caramel latte, but a little extra caramel in the whip cream on top.”

“A latte.” Thank God. You could make a latte at home in your sleep. “Okay. Great. Easy.”

You gingerly punch the order into the register, careful not to skip a step and have to go back to repeat it. Your eyes are focused, trained on the machine in front of you, but you can feel the way the man on the other side of the counter is watching you.

“Do you like it so far?” When you shoot him a confused look, he elaborates. “The job, I mean. Do you think you’ll stay?”

You laugh a little, feeling like you’re being interviewed all of a sudden. “I mean, this is my first day, so hopefully I’ll stay for a little while, I think. Although.” You shouldn’t continue to ramble on, but you do. “I guess I am kind of nervous. Seems like some customers are less than understanding.”

“Who?” The man in front of you looks around at the patrons of the little shop as though he’s offended for you. “Tell me, and I’ll have a polite conversation with them.” He glares jokingly, this little glint of mischief in his eyes, and the two of you both laugh. When he speaks again, he’s more serious, like he’s trying to be suave. “This is the best customer service I’ve had in years.”

You really hope he can’t see how hard you’re sweating right now. “Um. Thank you. Uh, you can put your card in now.” You reach around to show him where to insert it. “Tap or swipe or…” Holy hell. He presses cash directly into your palm, his cold fingers dancing along yours when he pulls his hand away. You gulp down the lump in your throat, just trying to think straight enough to put the money in the register and make change.

“How much, um…” He’s suddenly scratching the back of his neck, like he contracted your nervousness from the skin-on-skin contact. “How much do people usually tip... when the barista is as cute—as good as you. When the barista is as good as you. I didn’t mean to say—.”

“No, you meant to say it.” You laugh.

The man in front of you glances down at his feet and you catch sight of his ears, tipped red from blushing. When he meets your eye again, you can't help but bite your lip, partially because this hot guy is hitting on you and partially because you're... successfully hitting on him back? You honestly have no clue where this is going, but you decide you’re not going to miss your chance to keep the momentum. “Um, usually people don’t have to leave a tip. If they’re going to take me on a date afterward.” You make sure your hand touches his smooth skin when you hand him his change.

“Gonna need your number.”

“Gonna need a name,” you retort. He smirks, and both of you are this perfect mix of coy and bashful. You grab a cup for his drink and prepare to write.

“Futakuchi.”

You drop the pen, mouth hanging open. “You’re—.”

“Futakuchi!” Kogane barges in from the back room, looking between his friend and you. “I see you’ve met our resident grump. Hope he hasn’t given you too much trouble—.”

“Aw, would you shut up?” The dark haired man shoots Kogane a glare and you take the opportunity to scramble for the pen on the floor, allowing yourself to fall into a fit of laughter as the two men talk over the counter above you. You hear the voice of the man you’d been flirting with, a distinct bite to his tone that he hadn’t used with you. “We were actually having a nice conversation.”

“A nice conversation? You? What?” Kogane teases. “Did I miss something?” He looks over at you when you rise from the ground, pen in hand, and something about the way you smile makes him raise his eyebrows. “Oh… Oh.” He flashes Futakuchi a taunting grin, hooking his thumb over at you. “Didn’t know they were your type.”

“Shut up,” the man in front of you mutters.

“You’re so into them, aren’t you? It’s written all over your fac—.”

“I will climb over this counter and strangle you.”

Kogane lifts his hands in defeat, creeping toward the back room. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.” Before he steps out, he turns to you. “This guy gives you any trouble, you call me, ASAP.” You nod, unable to contain your small huff of laughter. On another day, you’d probably be embarrassed, maybe even upset about the entire conversation that just transpired. Who could blame you? Your shift manager had just joked about whatever feelings this guy had as if you weren’t standing right there in front of the two of them. But the fact that Kogane so obviously meant for it to embarrass his friend—and the fact that it had worked—has you feeling more amused than anything else when you turn back to Futakuchi, whose face is still beet red.

“Did he... say anything about me?”

“Oh, nothing. Just that you’re a really rude, angry customer who can’t stand to wait and always needs to have a discount and—.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” The man laughs, covering his face with an exaggerated groan. The bell chimes on the front door behind him and he barely looks up at you as he moves away from the counter to wait for his drink.

Kogane slips out from the back room to take care of the next customer, and you write Futakuchi’s name on the cup in your hand. You finally make the simple drink, remembering the extra caramel on top, and when you finish snapping the lid on, he’s there waiting.

“Futakuchi.” You call his name quietly, looking up at him, and the way it sounds coming off your tongue is the sweetest he’s ever heard it. His fingertips brush yours again as he takes the cup from you, the man’s dark eyes earnest as he holds your gaze.

“Guess you aren’t going to want that date after all, huh?”

You smile wide and roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. “I think I can handle your grumpiness. Especially since it seems like it’s literally only directed at Kogane.” The man in front of you laughs. “Just call me whenever.”

Futakuchi rotates the warm cup in his hands and sure enough, there’s your number scrawled beneath his name (which, by the way, is the prettiest he’s ever seen it written, too). He gives a small, timid nod, lifting the cup to his face to hide his smile. Then he holds his hand up to you in a little wave, and he’s leaving through the front door. You don’t miss the fact that when he passes Kogane, he casually throws him the finger.

#the stuff of cece #futakuchi kenji #haikyuu!! #futakuchi x you #futakuchi x y/n #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi x gender neutral reader #futakuchi x gn!reader #hq x you #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu x reader #hq fanfic #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x y/n #you all were not lying his tag is so deceased he doesn't even show up automatically when I type in 'futakuchi x' lol #brother I spent so long on this im sorry #I love my grumpulous version of him sorry everyone I dont even know that much ab him I just feel like hes such a deliberate annoyance #so jabby with people on purpose idk does this make sense #I feel like he is that way #and I could just see him being such a GRUMP tho it makes me laugh to think of it omg #idk if this is even well written but. heart eye. cute man. #my grump version of futakuchi lives in my heart. the passive aggression and pot stirring this young man is capable of #the frustrated miffed face he would make. sweet young man dont argue with me bc I'll cry but please tease me and let me kiss u #ok shut uP CECE chill bro lol #anyhow. enjoy frinds <3 I spent way too long on this and need to sweep lol