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mianavs · 2 years

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Love You The Same

pairing: Bokuto x f!reader x Akaashi

tags: royalty au, arranged marriage, cultural differences, corruption, loss of virginity, voyeurism, anal sex, degradation and praise, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, ass play, double penetration, breeding

note: my piece for @xmyshya's "Three" collab. i'm back on my GoT bullshit so this was inspired by it (the settings especially). all explicit content below the cut

words: 5k

The last winter he spent in his homeland had been a cruel one. So cruel it mirrored his own short life, plagued with tragedies braver men had fallen victim to. He liked to believe himself stronger and wiser than those men, but deep down he knew it had merely been tenacity mixed in with luck that allowed him to remain alive for those fifteen years.

And it had been that same luck that had led him to the only person in his homeland that had ever shown him kindness–the Princess of Shira.

She had been the one that stepped out of the silver horse-drawn carriage, bundled up in furs, and spared his life with an indignant cry and flushed face. Such had been his shock at the kind display from a royal family member, that he had forgotten to avert his gaze when she offered him her gloved hand with a kind smile. In that moment with the princess in front of him, the growling protests from her guard hadn't reached his ears and the biting cold of the snow hadn’t burned his skin. All of his senses were assaulted by the kind-hearted girl before him that he could have sworn was heaven-sent.

“Are you alright?” She had asked, a cloud of warm breath slipping from her lips.

Her lilting voice had been the one to break his trance and he found himself nodding to her question before he had even found his own voice.

“I am now.”

The boy named Keiji would never forget the expression on the princess’s face after uttering those words. The way her eyes widened ever-so-slightly, supple mouth parted with a gasp, and cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red the longer he shamelessly admired her. It was a memory Keiji kept near and dear to his heart. It warmed him during the harsh trek south to the Kingdom of Fuku and pushed him to work hard and gain the crown prince’s love and favor years later.

And when all of Keiji’s hard work, tenacity, and luck led to the newly crowned King Kotarou asking who he should take for a wife as he littered love marks on his chest, Keiji drew his King and savior into an embrace and whispered his answer.

“Princess Y/N of Shira”

As the sole princess of Shira, it was your duty to marry for the good of your kingdom. It was simply a fact of life that had been ingrained into you from a young age. That and the legends of love, some of which were as old as the kingdom itself.

You grew up listening to the songs sung by minstrels that spoke of courtly love between noble ladies and gallant knights and knew all of the legendary love stories that women of all backgrounds shared while gathered around a hearth with a needle and cloth in hand. You lived and breathed tales of love, but your hope for a love-filled marriage ended when a couple of bad harvests depleted your winter stores and devastated the population.

So when a marriage proposal came from the South and offered to fill your winter stores and feed your starving people, you readily accepted despite the rumors that surrounded King Koutarou of Fuku. You could tell it pained your brother, King Wakatoshi, to sell off his beloved little sister to the highest bidder, but just as he had been raised to lead Shira to prosperity, you had been raised to support him in every way, even if it meant giving up on your dreams. It was with a tear-stained face but determined heart that you left your snowy homeland for the warm exotic kingdom of Fuku where your new life would begin.

You had resigned yourself to a loveless marriage with a King renowned for his harem, but that all changed when you met a gorgeous man with a set of stormy blue eyes that you recognized but couldn’t remember from where. He introduced himself as Keiji Akaashi, Fuku’s Chancellor, and claimed to have been sent by the King to escort you to the palace.

While the rest of his retinue treated you like an outsider, Akaashi spent most of his time by your side, helping you adjust to your new life with a kind smile and warm words. He eagerly answered all of your questions no matter how insignificant they were. He introduced you to new foods, customs, words, and concepts, explaining each one with the patience of a saint. When he addressed the rumors about King Koutarou, he separated the fact from fiction and reassured your worries about your new life by his side.

“The King has enough space in his heart for you and his harem.” He had promised during a quick stroll through the grassy plains of the country. “But as his queen, you will always be special… for him and me.”

That day was the first time you thought you could love the chancellor that spoke words as beautiful as his person. You sought him out even more afterward to feed your budding love for him, and if he was aware of your feelings for him, Akaashi did nothing to stop them. In fact, he encouraged them with his lingering longing looks, soft smiles, and tender touches over your wrists, waist, and face.

The night that he rode ahead to the palace on urgent business, he confessed to being that boy you met on the side of the road the night your parents passed away. Overwhelmed by his revelation, you acted on your ardent love for him and pressed a kiss to his lips. A kiss that he returned tenfold by pressing you against him and devouring your mouth like a starved man.

“We’ll be together in the palace, I promise.” He had said after breaking off the kiss and regaining his breath.

“H-how can you be so sure?” You had countered with tears welling up in your eyes.

“The King also has me in his heart,” He had admitted, and after hearing all about the infamous King, you knew exactly what he meant. “He would do anything for me and you, his future Queen.”

That night you didn’t sleep, thinking about what awaited you in that palace of mystery where everything you knew of marriage didn’t apply. You thought about Akaashi’s revelations of being that boy with the alluring eyes and King Koutarou’s lover.

Could he truly love the two of you?

And then you remembered what he told you about the King and your question shifted to yourself.

Could you truly love the two of them?

The palace of Fuku was as wondrous as the man that lived within its ornate walls. Lush gardens of flowers you’d never seen before decorated the grounds along with sculpted shrubbery, towering trees, and crystalline ponds with flowers floating on the surface. Further ahead was a palace composed of various brightly colored structures connected by breezeways of intricately carved stone and floors of marble. Its doors and windows were made of wrought iron and colored glass you had only seen in the great cathedral of Ita when you and your brother visited with your cousin, King Kiyoomi.

The most peculiar aspect of Fuku’s palace, however, had to be the scores of attractive men and women, scantily dressed in silks and spread across the palace’s grounds, only adding to their exotic beauty. They were all in pairs or groups, walking, lounging, eating, and chatting away merrily. The closer you got to the palace, the more frequent were the couples or groups of men and women engaging in other more lascivious acts that made your face flush before turning your head in embarrassment. Still, whenever you walked past them, they stopped what they were doing, no matter how intimate, and bowed their heads in greeting.

You were a world away from the snow-covered stone castle you had grown up in where flowers were scarce and people locked themselves indoors to escape the cold, engaging in their intimate affairs away from the eyes and ears of others. Regardless, you dismissed your narrow-minded thoughts and returned their greetings with an incline of your head and a nervous smile, determined to fit in and earn their respect sooner rather than later. For your future as Fuku’s Queen, Akaashi who loved and believed in you, and the King you had yet to meet but saved your people and allowed you to experience a love that was grander than any of the songs you had heard in your youth.

And with the guidance and support of your new ladies and servants, the King, and Akaashi, you were able to do just that, settling into your new home and role before your marriage that took place a week after your arrival.

The wedding was grander than the few you had witnessed, truly befitting of a King as boisterous and indulgent as Koutarou Bokuto. It took place in the main garden behind the palace. A place you had grown fond of throughout your stay and something both the King and Akaashi knew very well as they had often found you there. Per Fuku’s tradition, the ceremony took place at dawn when the sun and stars were both present and the sky was as colorful as the palace. You wore a beautiful dress that was modest to Fuku’s standards but was made with white silk and covered with golden embroidery–two of Fuku’s colors. Your groom, clad in black and gold, stood across from you with the most blinding smile spread across his handsome face as the two of you exchanged your vows.

When the ceremony ended with a chaste kiss, all of Fuku’s nobles in attendance erupted into a symphony of cheers and your husband’s infectious smile tugged at your lips. A smile that only grew when Akaashi who had been behind Bokuto throughout the entire thing, stepped forward and embraced his King before taking you into his arms. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and whispered his love for you against the shell of your ear, eliciting a furious blush from you. A blush that persisted throughout the celebrations when both men took turns praising your beauty and whispering the various ways they would worship you that night.

Despite Akaashi’s reassurances before the wedding and the King’s kind treatment of you during your time together, the thought of being intimate with both men was daunting. Your strict upbringing made it impossible for you to be exposed to the intricacies of sexual relations except for the vague and rushed speech from your nanny the night before you left Shira.

“You lie down, spread your legs, and close your eyes. There will be pain but the less you resist your husband the better it’ll be for you.” She had said, eyes telling you she spoke from experience. “If your husband is kind, he might even stop visiting your bed after getting you with child.”

Those were the words you recalled when your merry husband rose to his feet and announced he would be retiring to bed. You waited with bated breath for the bedding ceremony to begin with rowdy men tripping over themselves to get their hands on you and take you to the King’s chambers while stripping and groping you, but they never came. The guests only clapped and cheered before returning to their cups and conversation. Dumbfounded by their dismissal you turned to the King only to find him already offering you his hand with that confident smile of his.

“Allow me to escort you to your rooms, wife. I will send my people to help you prepare for tonight.”

Countless questions regarding the consummation of your marriage filled your head but you dared not ask them and chose to trust your husband and, by extension, your shared lover, Akaashi.

When the two of you reached the guarded doors to your chambers, you released his hand and took a step forward, but before you could sink into a curtsy, he rushed forward, took ahold of your face, and slanted his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.

He took advantage of your surprise and tasted your mouth with his tongue. Before you knew it, he had you pinned against a wall and his strong hands traveled down your neck and arms before settling on your hips, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. It didn’t take long for you to thread your arms around his neck to draw him closer and your initiative was rewarded with a groan from deep inside his throat that had your stomach swirling with something.

He released your lips and rested his forehead against yours, warm shallow breaths tickling your face.

“I had to have more of your sweet mouth, my darling wife.” He panted and you were transfixed by the fullness of his inviting lips. You wanted more of them but before you could lean in, he released you and took a step back.

“I’ll be waiting for you with Akaashi,” he said with a smirk. “So hurry and come to us.”

Still out of breath, you could only nod but that was more than enough for the King, whose golden eyes drank you in before turning to address the guards that had witnessed your heated kiss. Where the King was unaffected by the audience, you were thoroughly embarrassed and fled inside of your chambers, closing the door, and leaning on it only to find two women before you.

“Congratulations, Your Highness.”

The shorter auburn-haired girl addressed you first before she and the taller girl sank into curtsies. “I am Yukie and this is Kaori. The King sent us to help you prepare for tonight.”

“It's a pleasure meeting you both” You replied, stepping away from the door. “I’m afraid I do not know what to expect. You see, the King said he and Lord Akaashi would both be wai–”

A gasp ripped from your throat and a hand slapped over your mouth, stopping yourself from finishing that statement. You stared at the two women mortified by your slip of tongue while they merely averted their gaze and tittered amongst themselves. And just when you thought you couldn’t feel any more ashamed, their reaction made you wish the ground would part and swallow you whole.

“There is nothing to be ashamed about, Your Highness.” Kaori declared and her partner nodded. “Believe us when we say we are well aware of the King and Lord Akaashi’s… habits in the bedroom.”

Your face felt as if it was on fire. “I-I don’t understand.”

“We are a part of His Majesty’s harem, my Queen,” Yukie answered with a smile that held no malice–at least none that you could make out.

“I-I see,” you muttered completely blindsided by your sudden encounter with two of the King’s lovers but quickly fixed your expression when you remembered where you were and what your role was as Queen. “As I mentioned before, I know very little about what is expected of me; therefore, I will be in your care.”

The two women exchanged a look before turning to you with a gleam in their eyes and a mischievous smile playing on their lips.

The hour you spent with Yukie and Kaori taught you more about the intimate acts between people than any lecture or piece of kitchen gossip you had ever heard. As they lathered your breasts with soap, they informed you of the vast amount of pleasure your nipples could bring you from having them stroked, pinched, and sucked. As they cleaned the area between your legs, they described the act of sex and how to minimize the pain by having your clit stroked. And when they had you kneel in the tub with your rear end sticking out, they explained how penetration through that orifice could also feel pleasurable as they washed it.

By the time, your body was lathered in scented oils and covered with a thin robe, there was a dull ache between your legs from Yukie and Kaori’s ministrations and only two people were allowed to relieve you from it. Escorted by two of your guards, you walked the short distance to the King’s quarters where only a knight of the King’s guard stood watch. You recognized Sir Konoha from his sandy blonde hair, medium build, and narrow jade eyes that lowered along with his head when he saw you.

“Your Highness,” he greeted solemnly before straightening. “I will announce your presence to the King.”

You raised your hand and stopped him. “There’s no need for that, Sir. The King is expecting me.”

Konoha looked like he wanted to protest, but in the end, he relented to your wishes and did as he was told, opening the iron double doors for you to slip through.

The two women had gone into great detail about the King and Akaashi’s relationship at your behest, but instead of the jealousy, you thought you would feel, you found yourself more curious than anything. A part of you had already known the King and Akaashi would most likely be getting intimate before your arrival, so you quietly made your way through the two ornate antechambers, hoping to catch them in the act.

As you carefully opened the door leading to the King’s bedchamber, the sound of slapping skin, needy whines, and strangled groans filled your ears and sent a wave of pleasure to your aching core. You crept into the dimly lit room as quietly as you could and stood in a dark corner as the two men continued, lost in the throes of passion.

The scene was as the King’s female lovers had described. The man you loved was on all fours and gripping the sheets as the King towered over him, large hands gripping his hips as he thrust into him. High pitched whines left Akaashi’s pretty mouth each time the King plowed into him and they were the sweetest song you’d ever heard. Fascinated by their coupling, you drew closer to get a better view.

While both of their faces were flushed from exertion, the King’s was scrunched up with his teeth bared and Akaashi’s was thrown back with his mouth open and eyes rolled back. Trailing your gaze further down, you noticed a litany of red marks on his neck, collarbone, chest, swollen nipples, and toned stomach. Unable to hold back, your hand undid your robe and fingers worked your peaked nipples, rubbing and tweaking the sensitive buds as your eyes greedily took in the two men before you.

Akaashi’s whines soon turned into wanton cries until his arms gave out and he fell only for the King to draw him up against his chest without stilling his hips.

“Such an eager whore,” the King chuckled against Akaashi’s ear. “Are you going to cum already?”

“Mmmm!” Akaashi moaned, his entire body trembling and his erect cock bouncing. “C-can’t help it! You fuck me so good, my King.”

A guttural noise from the back of the King’s throat filled the room and the wetness Kaori had described as your arousal leaked out, coating your inner thighs.

The King wrapped a hand around Akaashi’s neck and held him against his chest. “Greedy sluts don’t get to come before their master. Is that understood?”

Before Akaashi could respond, the King’s other hand gripped his cock and you matched his motion, bringing your hand to your core. As the King continued fucking his Chancellor, your fingers worked your clit the way Yukie had done during your bath. But where she had stopped before you reached the pinnacle of your pleasure, your slickened fingers continued rubbing frantically until your climax washed over you.

Your mind went blank. You completely forgot about concealing your presence and let a strangled whine escape your lips. It wasn’t until you heard shuffling and looked up to find King Koutarou, still erect and an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asked, and a shiver went down your spine from the gravelly tone of his voice. “Seeing your husband fuck another?”

It was only then that you realized just how massive your husband was, not just in size but in presence as well. You couldn’t say anything–do anything–besides stand there and hope he would take you and give you the pleasure he’d given Akaashi. As if he had read your mind, a smirk tugged on his lips and he pulled you forward, leading you out of the darkness.

“Look who we have here, Akaashi.” He drawled, pushing you back until you toppled onto the bed. “It appears your sweet innocent princess is adjusting well to her new home.”

Cool silk was replaced by warm hands as Akaashi placed you between his legs. “But she still has so much to learn, my King. Shall we teach her?”

Whereas his pretty mouth formed a gentle smile, his pools of stormy blue reflected a much darker and salacious emotion. An emotion that manifested in the hardening of his cock that pressed against your back. Emboldened by his response, you carded your fingers through his soft hair and brought his lips down on yours, sliding your tongue against his the way the King had done to you. He groaned into your mouth and returned your kiss with just as much fervor before trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts. You gasped when his deft fingers worked your sensitive buds and brought you more pleasure than you ever could.

“Looks like Yukie and Kaori already taught her how to please herself.”

Thoroughly distracted by Akaashi, you failed to notice the King spreading your legs and settling his face between them. Breaking off the kiss, you panted and peered down at the King holding your legs down and inhaling your scent. You trembled from Akaashi’s ministrations and the soft exhale of the King’s nose over your aching core.

“I wonder if these lips taste as sweet as your others.” He murmured, brushing his nose against your sensitive clit.

“W-what do you mea– Ah!”

The King’s wet muscle parted your slickened folds and licked a stripe from your cunt to your clit. You jolted up but the two men held you down as they continued their ministrations on your most sensitive parts. Akaashi continued his assault on your breasts while also leaving a trail of marks from the shell of your ear to your collarbone. The King put his entire mouth to work by sucking on your clit and pushing his tongue into your cunt. Their onslaught had you writhing against Akaashi and his cock, drawing out hisses from him before he started rocking against your form as well.

Your peak came faster and harder than before. Your back arched and your eyes shot open as a cry ripped from your throat. Your hands clutched at Akaashi as warmth flooded from you and into the King’s mouth, whose tongue gently lapped up whatever it could. It wasn’t until you relaxed into Akaashi and your spasms ceased that the King rose from his place between your legs and kneeled on the bed. Under the pale moonlight, his face glistened with your essence and the sight was enough to once again stoke the flames of your arousal.

“How does she taste?” Akaashi asked and the King grinned before pulling the other man into a hungry kiss. Seeing them up close was even better than from a distance, and the lewd sounds from their conjoined mouths had your cunt aching. Like clockwork, your hand traveled between your legs but was stopped by the King’s. While he continued kissing Akaashi, he pushed a finger into your tight wet cunt, curling it and dragging it in and out.

It was an uncomfortable sensation at first, but as his thumb started rubbing circles around your clit, your arousal eased your discomfort and one finger turned into two. The King knew exactly where to stroke and press until your hips were moving on their own accord against his hand.

“Look at her fuck herself on my fingers, Akaashi,” the King remarked from above. “Such a needy girl.”

“I think she’s ready to take a cock.” The man behind you replied and you could hear his smile. “Maybe even two.”

You mewled at the thought of being filled by both of them and desperately nodded your consent. The King hummed before pulling out from your sopping cunt and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. A whiney protest fell from your lips but the two men merely chuckled at your frustration.

“Relax, sweetheart. We’re going to give you what you want.”

The King shuffled backward and retrieved a small amber vial. You watched with curiosity as he opened it and let its contents spill onto his large cock. Your eyes were glued on it as he pumped himself a couple of times. Behind you, Akaashi sucked in a breath and his cock twitched to life as he ground it against you.

Once the King’s cock gleamed with what appeared to be oil, he lied back against the pillows and motioned for you. With your heart hammering in your chest and your cunt fluttering with desire, you crawled over and let him maneuver your body into place, thighs straddling his waist and your hands gripping his shoulders.

Your husband looked like a majestic beast beneath you. A beast that would have had no qualms in taking you–devouring you–had you not given yourself to him on your own accord. His eyes ravished you with a single look, and you found yourself falling into pools of gold.

With his cock lined up at your entrance, he pulled you down for a kiss and swallowed your cries as he pushed into your tight cunt, moving slowly and pausing whenever your fingers dug into his skin. Your nanny and the two women had been correct, there was pain from his intrusion, but his intoxicating kisses and the friction on your clit eased it, giving way to pleasure.

Once your body adjusted to his size, the King started moving his hips and slid in and out of you with ease. He started slow, but with each thrust, he built up speed and rhythm while his thumb rubbed circles over your throbbing clit. With your peak building, your hips started moving erratically on their own, an act that the King encouraged with his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs and guiding you.

“You feel amazing,” He breathed, “You’re doing amazing.”

It was all too much, yet not enough. The King filled you in ways you never could have imagined, but there was something missing–someone missing. Sitting up, you peered behind you and found Akaashi with his eyes fixed on your splayed legs and hand pumping his cock.

“Please, my Lord,” you begged, reaching out to him. “I need you too.”

His hand immediately stopped and he met your gaze. “Where do you want me, Dearest?”

“M-my other hole,” you whined, and the King groaned beneath you. “Want you to fuck my ass.”

At your crude words, Akaashi lunged forward and ravaged your mouth. His tongue delved into your mouth and tasted every crevice of your mouth. His lips sucked on your bottom lip until it went numb. He did all of that while spilling cold oil over your rear and working it into your tight muscle with a finger. You jerked at the foreign sensation but he held you down against the King and worked his finger in and out of your ass. Before you knew it, one finger turned into two that went in deeper and stretched you out deliciously. He pressed down against the layer of skin that separated his finger from the King’s cock and you keened.

“Fuck, I think she’s ready, Akaashi.” Your husband moaned, slowing his rhythm but increasing the force of his thrusts. “She’s creaming all over my cock.”

Akaashi settled behind you while flexing his fingers in your hole. He pressed against you and pulled out his fingers from your twitching muscle, but before you could vocalize your complaint, his cock head pushed into you with the same patience as the King.

With your head thrown back from the intrusion, a series of shuddering breaths left your opened mouth. You shook like a leaf atop of the King. Tears dotted your eyes as Akaashi split you open from behind. It would have been a terrible experience with anyone else, other men that didn’t care for your pleasure or only married you for political gains. Akaashi and King Koutarou weren’t just any other men, however, and they proved their affection for you by rubbing all of your sensitive parts until you were moving your hips again while they fucked both of your holes.

Your orgasm came suddenly like an ocean’s wave. It was violent as it crashed, washing over you and leaving you breathless from the sheer impact. It blinded you with a flash of white, similar in color to the bubbles that followed a receding wave. And much like getting tossed aside by a wave, another one followed it before you could even recover from the first, but you weren’t alone in your next orgasm. The King reached his peak just before you did and Akaashi’s came a moment after yours did, both filling you up with their seed.

Thoroughly spent, you went limp and fell on top of the King’s chest. You steadied your breathing and listened to the King’s beating heart as your heavy eyelids threatened to close. Akaashi’s lithe body also draped itself over your back, his own chest thumping against you soothingly.

With your bodies still conjoined, you were overcome with affection for the two men that had given you everything you ever wanted. A love story that was beyond anything you’d ever imagined and a marriage that supported your brother’s reign and saved your people. Elated and at peace, you let their beating hearts lull you to sleep, knowing you would be happy with the two of them in your new home.

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nepenthendline · 3 years

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HOW THEY REALLY ARE IN RELATIONSHIPS - TSUKISHIMA, AKAASHI, KUROO, USHIJIMA & TENDOU

A/N: This takes inspiration from this post as I just love hcs about characters that seem out-of-character according to fanon ideas, which we all know I hate

Tsukishima:

When he was little, Tsukishima often thought about what it would be like to find his true love and how they would spoil each other with dates, gifts and affection

As he got older though, his insecurities and doubts crept in though, telling him that there was no ‘true love’ for him, and that no one would really want to be that devoted to him, or love him fully

When he gets into a relationship he’s very hesitant at the beginning, trying not to let himself fall too deep in case it turns out to be a lie

But he just can’t help himself, there’s so much he loves about the person and he wants to express it in many ways

He’s not very good with words, but cute dates ideas and gifts often keep him up at night, thinking of all the things he wants to experience with you

He wants to take you and a sunset picnic where he feeds you strawberries and you cuddle on the blanket, he wants to bring you to the museum and buy matching keyrings, he wants to have those cute couple outfits that join both of you, he wants to play you a beautiful, emotional song that he has dedicated to you in his mind, explaining every thought he has about you, he wants to take you out to see the stars at night, pointing out each constellation and watching them shine in your eyes, he wants quiet nights where the two of you do nothing but hold each other and stare into each other’s eyes

He wants to be totally and completely yours, every single part of him belongs to you

Akaashi:

Akaashi believes in love at first sight, because as soon as he saw you, he knew you were the one for him

When he develops a crush, he can’t help but imagine all of the conversations you two could have when laying in bed late at night

He loses sleep thinking about what your first date would be like, how your first kiss would go, how he would propose to you, what your children would look like

He often catches himself staring at you from afar whenever your in his eye-line, daydreaming about you

When you turn and offer him a smile or a wave, he gets so embarrassed that you caught him staring, but he’s usually able to keep a calm composure

There are some times though where he can’t hold it in, especially later in your relationship

If you’re standing in the kitchen, making the two of you coffee in the morning clad in only his shirt, he can’t help but blush and wrap his arms around you, repeatedly telling you how adorable you are and how much he loves you

Nothing makes him more calm and happy than having you tucked into his side, especially when he’s reading through panels he needs to edit or chapters he needs to review

Kuroo:

He is so bad at flirting, absolutely terrible

He has spent so much time googling pick-up lines, ‘how to flirt’, ‘how to know if someone likes you’ etc, and he’s ashamed

Now, if he were in a flirting battle with someone, say Bokuto, of who could sweep someone off their feet the fastest, then he’d win for sure!

But actually with his crush? Not a chance

He turns into a nervous, giggling, blushing little boy

He can barely get his sentences out without stumbling over them, or making a fool of himself

Being around his crush makes him so clumsy too, there’s many times where he’s knocked something over or walked into a wall because all his focus was on you

You just turn his brain to mush

He’s try inviting you over for a study date to spend more time with you and also try and impress you by how smart he is, but he’s so flustered that he can’t explain the workings to you

It’s so cute to watch him vigorously scribbling out his notes because he messed them up, too busy entranced by your smile

The most adorable thing? His voice often ends up breaking when talking to you, he just gets a little too excited and nervous as the same time and his voice can’t keep up

He’s like Cady in Mean Girls with ‘Grool. I mean’t to say cool, then I started saying great’ or something like that don’t come for me

Ushijima:

Ushijima isn’t usually one for affection

It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he’s just not used to it and doesn’t see the need

But that changes with you

He loves your hugs, he needs them daily

His day feels so wrong if you haven’t once run up to him to give him a hug, or a kiss on the cheek before he heads to practice

Maybe it’s just routine, maybe it’s just him showing you his gratitude and love, and maybe it’s both

But there’s nothing that makes him happier than you being part of his routine

Every single day, without fail, he will show you the same tokens of love: a kiss on the forehead as he wakes you up, a back-hug as you brush your teeth as he nuzzles his head into your neck or hair, a kiss on the lips before he has to leave for practice, a text during his break that reminds you he loves you and that you looked radiant today, a hug and kiss on your temple when he returns, a cuddle in the evening as you settle down for the night, and a kiss before you go to sleep, followed by a whisper of ‘goodnight love, sleep well, I love you’

He feels like his day is a whirlwind if one of those steps is missing, and he tries to find you as soon as possible to make it right

you know that scene in YOI where victor is gone so after yuri’s performance he starts hugging literally everyone bc he’s so used to hugging victor after and he’s trying to find that but no one meets the requirement? ahh #justautisticthings

Tendou:

If you need a personal cheerleader, Tendou is the man for you

No matter what you’re dealing with, how you’re feeling or the baggage you come with, he is so understanding

Something that Tendou soars in is being sensitive - he knows exactly what to say and what not to say with your situation

He lets you cry if you need to, scream if you need to, laugh as loud as you want to - but he will always be there to witness it alongside you

If you break he will be there to pick up the pieces and do his best to glue you back together

He takes time to truly get to know you, both in what you say and what you don’t say

He knows when you’re trying to hide your struggles from him, but he doesn’t make a fuss, he simply stays by your side and keeps you afloat until you’re ready to talk

He will never tell you things like ‘get over it’, ‘you’ll be fine’, ‘what you’re thinking is stupid’, because he gets it, and however you’re feeling is important to him

If you have a problem with him or the relationship then he’ll happily sit down and talk things through with you and ask what you’d like him to do better, and vice versa

Also, he wants to show you off to the world - if he could he’d announce to every person on the earth that you’re his partner and that he loves you so much and is so proud of you

While he’s head-over-heels in love with you, he wants to be your best friend above anything - friends first, partners second

If you two aren’t truly just amazing friends and can trust each other with anything, then he doesn’t believe that being in a relationship is the right choice

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uwurakax · 3 years

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-> THANK U, NEXT + HQ ANTHOLOGY ♡

overview a collection of stories featuring the haikyuu boys, inspired by the ‘thank u, next’ album by ariana grande ♡

artist author gets too many ideas - unsurprisingly this was one of them. she’s also very excited for this one (ariana and haikyuu boys “say less” she says), and had too much fun creating this format. she maybe will do other albums ♡

rating clean ♡

status recording ♫

TRACKLIST ♬

-> imagine lyrics ♪

featuring -> semi eita

track info -> with your boyfriends newfound fame and popularity, you can’t help but long for the simpler times of when it used to just be the two of you

genre -> r&b

-> needy lyrics ♪

featuring -> kageyama tobio

track info -> you stood by his side ever since high school, and you’re unbelievably proud of your boyfriend; you just wished he could show the same affection to you as you did him

genre -> r&b

-> nasa lyrics ♪

featuring -> bokuto kōtarō

track info -> you’ve been with bokuto for so long, connected by the hip, the rings on your fingers binding you both together forever; just one night alone should be fine right?

genre -> pop

-> bloodline lyrics ♪

featuring -> tsukishima kei

track info -> it was an odd situation, being friends with benefits with tsukishima; made even worse by his confusing actions. to protect your heart you didn’t want anything more, but did he?

genre -> r&b

-> fake smile lyrics ♪

featuring -> kozume kenma

track info -> keeping up appearances was exhausting, you couldn’t take being in a room full of plastic smiles and fake personalities anymore. funnily enough, you run into a streamer who felt exactly the same way

genre -> pop

-> bad idea lyrics ♪

featuring -> kuroo tetsurō

track info -> a run in with your ex leads you down a path full of drunken mistakes and in bed with a handsome stranger

genre -> hip hop

-> make up lyrics ♪

featuring -> miya atsumu

track info -> you love and adore your amazing, pretty boyfriend, but he’s just so easy to rile up, you can’t help but to tease him. you’ll make it up to him though, you always do

genre -> pop

-> ghostin lyrics ♪

featuring -> akaashi keiji (with bokuto kōtarō)

track info -> akaashi, bokuto and you; the three musketeers, completely inseparable. it changed, however, when you and bokuto caught feelings for each other. how terrible it was that akaashi had caught feelings for you too

genre -> blues

-> in my head lyrics ♪

featuring -> terushima yūji

track info -> you viewed him with rose tinted glasses, it’s such a shame that glass cracks and scratches

genre -> blues

-> thank u, next lyrics ♪

featuring -> haikyuu captains

track info -> the ghosts of your ex boyfriends come to you in a vivid dream, reminding you of why you’re thankful for them in the first place

genre -> r&b, hip hop, trap

-> break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored lyrics ♪

featuring -> oikawa tōru

track info -> after witnessing the couple that came into your coffee shop regularly arguing, you couldn’t help but slip notes to the cute guy that would throw winks your way. no harm, no foul right?

genre -> pop, trap

GENRE KEY ♬

|| pop -> fluff || blues -> angst || r&b -> hurt/comfort ||

|| hip hop -> crack || trap -> au (alternate universe) ||

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #semi x reader #kageyama x reader #bokuto x reader #tsukishima x reader #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #atsumu x reader #akaashi x reader #terushima x reader #oikawa x reader #kita x reader #ushijima x reader #daichi x reader

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dokifluffs · 4 years

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Best Friends | Hinata, Tendo, Bokuto + Akaashi

Pairings (not really couples tho): Hinata X Reader (gender neutral), Tendo X Reader (gender neutral), and Bokuto + Akaashi X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: best friends!!

Author’s Note: literally not even a request but all inspired by an anonnie who said “just a thought, Hinata does this thing where he befriend quiet people and makes them talk about him. That's just how interesting he is,” so whoever you are, wherever you are anonnie, thanks 😌

Hinata:

Being best friends with this ball of sunshine meant endless possibilities

There was never a bland day whenever it was spent with him

If you were also interested in volleyball, he would love you til the end of time. The two of you and Kageyama were a mini trio but also duos with mixed combos of you and hinata, hinata and kageyama, and kageyama and you

Tsukishima and a few others on the team couldn’t understand how you were able to stay with them for so long

You were the brains of the three of you, which amazed everyone further of how you weren’t losing your brain cells by breathing the same air/ standing by them for so long

But the antics never stopped

Hinata’s eyes were always sparkling and his mind was so open to everything

You go to taste more life and experience so many more things with Hinata’s encouragement, keeping his promise to stay by your side through it all

You went to all the games you could and cheered him on, being a beacon of recharge and happiness when things seemed the most bleak in life or during a game

One of his favorite things to go with you were go on late night meat bun runs, especially on chilly winter evenings with the sky clear, a cool breeze that nipped at your skin

Eating the hot buns went perfectly after practices

Speaking of after practices and also life outside of school, his sister loved you

She looked up to you like an older sibling and whenever you came over to his house to help him study or just hang out, she was glued to your hip which was fine to both of you

Conversations could last for hours between the two of you but he also understood the times where you just needed the world to close for a bit or if you needed a break- he would always be there for you when you were finished

Yachi and you were also super close, bonding over tutoring hinata and kageyama so they could actually be able to play in games and go to training camps and etc.

He introduced you to so many new people from all over, especially Nekoma

Kenma and You bonded really quick as well over the topic of Hinata and from there, interests and hobbies outside of volleyball and such became topics of conversation

Throughout high school til he left for South America, the two of you spent every summer together for great periods of time, it was really common for his and your family to think you two were a couple but really you two were just super close friends like siblings

Seeing him on a bigger stage, you two were still close even though you two didn’t see each other everyday but there was mutual effort being put in when it came to hanging out

You were one of his many number one supporters from practically the beginning and he was so grateful to have you in his life

Tendo: aka best boi

You two were like partners in crime and people saw the two of you and ushijima like a trio with iconic duo mixes

At first, he held back just a bit on his sarcasm but as the two of you got closer, you two were crackheads

He loved your sense of humor and how it felt so natural for him when the two of you talked about anything- whether it be a heart to heart or a joke, anything. He felt so secure compared to his childhood

He loved how easy it was to talk to you

Meeting him around the end of middle school and the two of you going into high school together was like floating on a cloud for him

He was really able to open up and you were able to help him embrace who he was. He was no longer a monster people feared as a person, only in game as a block monster

You were one of the loudest cheerer’s for him in the crowd, always able to find you somewhere in the front row and throwing a peace sign to you with a bright smile, feeling ecstatic

Back toward the beginning, before high school, the two of you prepped for the entrance exam for Shiratorizawa at each other’s houses pretty regularly and it paid off, both doing equally well and being accepted

Lunches together were basically a must, joined in with Ushijima and sometimes other members of the team and other friends

Got somewhat distracted whenever you showed up to practices but it also gave him a little boost to show you what he could do

He was a strong player on the team and you knew it. His entire persona changed once he was on the court and seeing the opponents being blocked by Satori was like a stroke to your pride knowing that he was your best friend and he just shut the other team out

This mans a weeb too. In college, where you two also went together, alongside Ushijima, you two would frequent the bookstore pretty often, buying some mangas, getting chocolate ice cream afterward

It was like an unspoken tradition that you two go at least once a month. Though, sometimes he would go a bit more since he shared his shonen jumps with Ushi, lending it to him

Movie nights were also a thing whenever the two (three if Ushi didn’t have practice or anything too) during the weekends, but they weren’t pretty common

Horror movies didn’t feel like horror movies with the commentary Satori made as well as your add-ons that made the horror-thrillers into comedies

Although he seems like someone who teases and makes jokes often, he had one of the biggest hearts

He was always one of the first shoulders you cried on, always there and listening to you intently or just being by your side

His teases and jokes with you were always said with a light heart, meant to get just a bit under your skin

But if things ever got too far, he apologized and made sure you were okay or whoever he teased

You were one of the greatest people in his life and he didn’t want to lose you

Bokuto + Akaashi:

Any combination of the three of you was a literal, living example of buy one get two free asjkhasdj

If Bokuto was somewhere, everyone could expect to find you and Akaashi somewhere close, If Akaashi was somewhere, bokuto and you trailed behind not to far off but he kept a close eye on you, and finally if you were somewhere, Bokuto was sure to follow with Akaashi following him

It surprised people more if one was somewhere and the other two weren’t

Since Akaashi was officially the calm, cool, collected brain of the three of you and Bokuto was the wild and crazy one with a very peculiar way of thinking and acting, you were like a perfect mix of them

To Akaashi, you were sometimes a second child like Bokuto but you were just as intellectual as he was, sometimes even more

Basically, you acted and sometimes did things like Bokuto but you had the mentality of Akaashi that was also mixed with Bokuto

You met Akaashi in your class and not too far along the way, Bokuto appeared the the three of you clicked

You were pretty impressed when you learned they were on the Fukurodani VBC together

Your praises for Bokuto and your presence during games were a blessing, especially when you saw first-hand Bokuto’s emo modes

It didn’t take you long to pick up the 37 different weaknesses after you asked Akaashi what happened during one of the sets of the recent game

You became one of the managers alongside Yukie and Kaori, quickly befriending them and it was so ideal since if no one could bring Bokuto out of his mode during the game, you were last one that could

During summers, going to the festivals and street markets were a must

Akaashi had to refrain the two of you from blowing all your money playing the vendors’ games but there was no stopping the three of you when it came to buying onigiris

Especially what was known as the golden onigiris that were only sold for a couple days while the festival was up and they are only here for a year round

As a thank you to Akaashi, you and bokuto got together to make special onigiris and going grocery shopping with bokuto, you understood what Akaashi went through

You all spent holidays together like Christmas and special events like birthdays, exchanging gifts, going out to eat, and etc.

But the three of you were all best friends, protagonists of the world and there wasn’t any force that could change that. No matter the distance, the time in between, you were all protagonists

Bonus: Akaashi once walked in on you, Bokuto, and Kuroo having a competition with who could fit the most grapes into their mouth and he didn’t even react. he just sighed asdlkajsd

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izabellq · 4 years

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DREAMS -> Akaashi Keiji

summary: a soulmate au where you see each other in your dreams.

pairing: akaashi keiji x gn!reader

word count: 3k

contains: angst, fluff, open-ended (also, if you guys spot instances where i specify gender, let me know and i’ll try to fix it asap! i edited this but sometimes, things just slip by)

akaashi keiji thinks the world is cruel.

he swipes the dust off the leather bound book before carefully sliding it back into it’s alphabetized slot. he carefully maneuvers himself around the oak wooden shelves, letting his feet track footprints into the burgundy rug below him. with a sigh, he realizes he is yet again desolated. a library reverie dedicated solely to himself and his predestined soulmate. yet, it seemed the universe had yet chosen one quintessential for him. akaashi didn’t need perfect, but on some days, he just wanted to have someone.

the macrocosm was seemingly convinced he was unfit to wield one. strung on the idea that he was intolerable and unmatchable. akaashi’s pessimistic attitude had betrayed his hopeful one, and soon, he was unable to shield himself from the knowledge that perhaps-- there was no one in the world meant for him.

(he still desires one, because he’d love nothing more than to connect with the person who he was bound to meet. he wants to depict their love in unrealistic fairytales.)

nights go by where he falls asleep and lounges in his fantastical library. he decides he could write a book with all the time he has to himself. but then again, he knows better than anyone that most of his projects remain unfinished. he’s lost inspiration, captured by the nasty talons of writer’s block. he thinks he’s at the end of his rope, and for a second he believes it’s about time he goes down a different career path. but he doesn’t do that. mostly because he’s unsure, and partially because he’s still filled with hope.

(but when his soulmate never shows, he comes to realize that hope is a fickle thing.)

it's one random day of the week where akaashi’s schedule isn’t as rigid as it habitually is. after a long afternoon of practice (which doesn’t stray from the norm) he’s desperate for sleep, and despite knowing that taking a nap would complicate his circadian rhythm, he was rather desperate.

drifting towards the soulmate reality became a feat he was more than used too. the vertigo he commonly experienced was quick to depart as he molded into his surroundings, the familiar scent of paper musk and printed ink leaves much to be desired.

though, if there was one thing that was slightly unsettling— it was the disruption of books laid despotic on the floor. akaashi, though only sometimes forgetful, had never once committed such a polluted act. he was always careful to restore books to their proper position once concluded, so he wondered what possible entity could have disrupted the neat nature of his lonesome library.

(it’s when you round the corner that all his presumptions were answered.)

oh dear, he thinks, you’re a winsome mess. books pulled into your chest, pajama pants folded past your ankle, a tank top only doing so much as to cover your chest and stomach. your mouth is shaped into an ‘o’ as if his presence was the most stupefying thing around— when really, it was you.

(a book slips from your grasp, a reverberation follows shortly. he tries not to wince as it lands on its pages, folding the corner of the paper.)

the moment of shock is lost and your look of astonishment is replaced with mild skepticism. “who are you?” you ask, almost defiantly.

“akaashi,” he replies honestly, though the look on your face seems to morph in some sort of revelation that he can’t understand.

“say it again,” the stern tone of your voice lets him know that it wasn’t a mere request but a demand. he isn’t quite sure why you’re so on edge but because he already seems like the most rational one between the two of you, he doesn’t argue.

“my name is akaashi keiji,” he repeats himself, his concern only multiplied by the sting of comprehension creased into the sight wrinkles of your face. a part of him truly understands the circumstance before him, though a portion of him doesn’t want to give into the naïveté— because for so long, he was cursed with the belief that he didn’t deserve a soulmate.

“your words keep getting… blurred,” you tried your best to explain, though no matter how detailed your explanation, the experience couldn’t be put into perfect words. “you know what that means… don’t you?”

of course he knows. on days where he thought his life was the one exception— he researched every story about soulmates as he possibly could. some were undoubtedly fake, others were heartwarming, but the one common piece of information he stumbled upon was that soulmates couldn’t hear personal information about the other whilst in their dream world. perhaps to prevent early encounters or just to make the process seemingly endless; either way, akaashi was well aware.

“i didn’t think i had a soulmate,” he lets his guard down decently low, though the flutter in his heart alerts him that it’s all going to come crashing down eventually.

“neither did i,” you admit, placing down the books wrapped in your arms onto the floor. he wants to question what you could possibly be doing, but there’s more alarming inquiries he needs answers too.

good thing you seem just as eager to figure out why today was any different. “did you do anything today that might’ve been different from your usual routine? i went to bed at eleven… which isn’t any different from any other day.”

that’s when it hit akaashi— the answer was so obvious. “we live in different time zones. that’s the only reason i can think of…”

he trailed off, having been caught in the most frustrating loop of incredulity. all this time… you were right there… so close yet so far. the only thing that had separated his years of getting to know you was a different sleep schedule. in due time, he may look back at this incident and laugh— but right now, he felt cheated out of the most basic human experience ever.

(like a story, this was only the rising action— or perhaps the exposition, because this was truly the start of something new.)

he wants to speak, to reach out and connect with you in all the ways he’s only wished to do, but your harmonious laugh distracts him from his thoughts. “i never understood why my soulmate reality was a library. i guess that’s because of you, right?”

he doesn’t understand your change in personality in the same way he can’t tell when bokuto’s in a bad mood until it’s happening right before his eyes (though others would beg to differ). he’s desperate to learn everything there was to know about you— most importantly, your name. It’s the only thing he wants to know.

instead, he settles on, “what are you doing with those books?”

it’s obvious you weren’t expecting that question, but then again, how was akaashi supposed to ignore the books you're defiling by simply letting them scatter on the floor?

with a shy giggle, you respond, “well… since i thought i was alone, i was going to make a huge fort with them… ya know, cause i'm not much of a reader.”

from the red tint of your cheeks to the way your head was slightly tilted to the left was surefire proof of your discombobulation. and to akaashi, it seemed to hold such a power over him that he was unable to keep check his usual deportments. screw etiquette! this wasn’t even reality!

“i’ll help you build one,” he offers, picking up a book from the ground. he runs his thumb over the edges, smoothly out the wrinkles that had surfaced.

your head perks up, an opulent grin painting the once grimace. “really?!”

(for a smile like yours, he’d do just about anything to safeguard it’s fluoresce.)

back in the real world, all day his thoughts are occupied with you. you exist, your real, somewhere out in the world, your waiting for him. it’s a condolement he’s not willing to gamble with. he finds himself wanting to take more naps, just for the chance to indulge in another conversation with you. of course, it meant the eye bags under his eyes had sunken into a deeper shade— not noticeable to anyone that wasn’t him, and considering the effect it had on his everyday appearance, he’s come to the conclusion that it’d be nearly impossible to visit you every day of the week. it wouldn’t stop him from trying though.

from the side of the volleyball court, kuroo nudges bokuto skeptically. “what’s with that look on akaashi’s face… it’s starting to freak me out.”

bokuto hums— in approval? in contempt? who knows, but he’s happy. “he told me he finally met his soulmate. he’s just excited!”

“ah,” kuroo clicks his tongue knowingly, “i thought he didn’t have one?”

“turns out, they just go to sleep and wake up at different times. konoha thought it was pretty funny,” bokuto relayed, a chuckle bubbling under his throat. for so long, he had witnessed akaashi’s self-doubt and insecurity, and while parts of them still existed, it seemed to be slowly resolving itself. he couldn’t be more happier for his best friend.

“well, tell him to start focusing, i want to beat you guys when you’re at your best,” kuroo smirked, narrowing his gaze onto bokuto.

“you’re so on!”

(for the rest of practice, they had to endure akaashi’s love-sick gaze. fukurōdani still won.)

a month had passed since your very first interaction together. getting to know each other was more laborious than first intended. some words remained blurred, preventing the other from learning anything that might accelerate the rate of introduction in the real world. akaashi just wanted to know your name. it’s how he came to learn that while the universe was giving, it was also relentless.

“hey! i've been waiting for you, you know! i want to show you something!” you call from under the makeshift book fort. having just arrived, he knows from this point on, he has around thirty minutes before he’s awoken for dinner.

thirty minutes, four times a week— the only times he’s ever been able to talk to you, due to the tight schedule you both live in. it’s too little, too small, and he feels selfish for wanting more.

crawling under the fort, he pushed himself up to the side, wanting to give you as much room as possible in the cramped spot. in your hands, you have a book— it’s thin, meant for children, pages that combine to tell a moral. when you hand it over, it takes him less than a second to deduce the story and it’s plot. not because he’s some genius who had read every book on the face of the earth but because this story was rather popular in other parts of the world.

“sleeping beauty,” he reads aloud. his fingers run over the cover, trying to mentally depict what could be so important about this story that had you desperately trying to show him.

“it’s one of my favorite stories,” you sigh, propping your elbow on top of your thigh, leaning the weight of your face on your dominant hand. “my grandma used to read it to me all the time.”

oh. oh. you’re not asking what he thinks you're asking? right?

“can you read it to me, please?”

you are asking. his heart beats against the tightness of his chest, his ribs feel a tad out of place. and he knows— soulmates or not, he was utterly and completely yours. his cheeks flame and he attempts to hide it under his shirt.

“are you blushing?” you ask, and he can practically feel the teasing grin on your lips.

“no,” he mutters.

you shuffle from your spot and coincidentally; tower over him. your hands and legs trap his body under your presence. you’d practically be touching him if the soulmate reality allowed you too. akaashi finds that to be the greatest travesty of them all. even though it’s practically impossible, he can feel your warmth radiate around him as if you were actually there.

“does that mean you’ll read to me?” you ask, the battering of your eyelashes ever so visible. he doesn’t understand how you came to that conclusion, but it only tells him you knew exactly how’d he’d answer before he did.

“i’ll read it to you… just don’t laugh, okay?” akaashi opened the book, flipping the white picture-pages until he had reached the first chapter. you giggle, obeying his request with much hypocritism. you moved to sit beside him, leaning just a bit aways over his shoulder to follow along.

(akaashi isn’t a prince, but he’s more than willing to be yours if you asked.)

“i’m moving… so who knows? maybe we might meet in person one of these days,” you declare. It’s been an entire year now since he’s met you and it’s safe to say he’s utterly whipped. now in his second year of high school, he thinks he’s gotten to know you well enough to the point where the only thing left to learn is your name.

(what’s your name??)

“you’re moving? above or below the equator?” he jokes.

luckily, you laugh-- knowing that there really isn’t much you can say without your words becoming a blurred mess. “i’m still above the equator, loser. actually, if we’re going to get really specific— i’d say the northern hemisphere.”

you guys laugh at your puny attempt of a joke. really, you know it meant no difference, and the fact that you can only rely on fate to carry you through is pitying to say the least.

“i can’t wait to meet you,” akaashi declares honestly, pulling on his fingers in habit. he wants to say more, anything that remotely rhymes with i love you, but he wants to save that special moment for the day he meets you. he knows more than anything that you’re waiting for the same.

“i can’t wait either— honestly, i think my mom might be more excited than i am. i talk about you all the time, you know?” you softly lean against your book fort, your eyes as happy looking as your smile.

(yeah, it’s safe to say he can’t wait.)

akaashi and writer’s block do not coexist peacefully.

struggling to find words to replace the repetition created on pages, desperately searching for a means of inspiration-- he’s awfully close to giving up.

with a huge essay due tomorrow and a huge game he can’t afford to lose on the same day, he stresses over the fact that he may not be able to put his one-hundred-percent effort into both. even in the middle of a library (he should note: in the real world), a place where solitude was absolute, it provided no peace of mind.

it’s only when a small child, no older than five, wobbles out of the kid’s section with a copy of sleeping beauty, that akaashi’s reminded of you. with a small smile, he calms himself down. after all, you are his greatest muse.

(you’d probably laugh in his face if he told you that.)

after moving away from your hometown, which wasn’t quite as jarring as you expected it to be, you were quick to make friends. you wouldn’t call yourself a social butterfly— but contrary to most teen dramas, new students weren’t ‘fresh meat’ ready for the picking. finding a comfortable group of people you could associate yourself with, you found that most of them were volleyball fanatics (not because they actually played the sport, but because there were a lot of cute boys on the teams around the area, or so they say). either way, going to one of the games was inevitable. like a sort of inauguration you had to go through if you truly wanted to be considered part of the group.

you wouldn’t have it any other way.

after all, akaashi plays volleyball— that much you knew. the team name couldn’t be said, but at least you knew the sport he associated himself with. although he wouldn’t admit it, he was good, his team was good; after all, they made it to nationals and that was more than enough substantial proof. and while you didn’t want to get your hopes up, you were going to watch the national matches. you wondered… could this be the day?

walking up to the main arena, there was a certain ponderosity in the air that you couldn’t describe. it was as if a crushing truth was about to fall on your shoulders, and not knowing where it was about to fall from— you felt a crawling chill.

at the same time, akaashi had just finished the first game of the nationals match, split between wanting to rest or attend to bokuto’s high spirits. he’s attempting to walk into the main arena to watch the karasuno vs inarizaki match, but with his team basically surrounding him in their own attempts to make their way through— he deems the effort fruitless.

just as he approaches the door, so do you.

but you're too busy keeping up with your friends.

and he’s too busy trying to squeeze past a ranting bokuto.

your hands graze each other’s, and simultaneously, you both receive a shock that runs down the basis of your spines. something prompted him to search for the cause of the odd feeling, and in that moment, he finds you. your back is faced towards him, your hair made no difference in the immediate recognition process-- but he’s sure that he’s met you before. he just knows it. the answer is on the tip of his tongue, a fraction of a second away from being revealed.

he watches as your friends wait up for you, before your social circle turns around the corner and disappears from his sight (he gets hit with a strong sense of nostalgia from that). his heart stings, for reasons he can’t quite place. he’s never been too good at distinguishing his feelings anyways. bokuto is ushering him towards the stadium seating area, and the answer once on akaashi’s mind had dissipated into the air.

once he turns the corner, the moment is forgotten.

it’s only when he falls asleep later that night, not having dreamed of you, that it dawns on him.

akaashi keiji thinks the world is cruel.

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toshisslut · 4 years

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Having a Black/AfricanAmerican GF

➤ HC, 1.4k words

➤ pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader, bokuto kotaro x female reader

➤ genre: fluff with a lil bit of angst

➤ warnings: lil bit of angst and implied racism

This was actually inspired by an account who did a hc about dating a latina.(i can’t remember who so if you know please let me know!) i thought it was super cute and also? idk, i’m just a black fan and i’d like to think about what it would be like dating them. sue me :P

Akaashi Keiji

So like, Keiji is already super down to earth and laid back so he takes everything in stride.

When you’re not with him he spends his time looking up cultural things so that he can understand you better

AAVE trips him up tho but that, too, he studies and researches bc he just wants to understand you better

Tbh he didn’t quite get your ThingTM about your hair but he’s not rude about it. Instead he just sits and listens to you when you talk about the teasing/trauma you went through about it

For a whole day he’s just silently mad bc “wtf, who teases someone about their hair like that? Why the hell would someone do that?”

“Babe, it’s okay.”

“It is absolutely not okay”

Cue soft yet angry keiji who hugs you tight and gives you kisses throughout the day, but when he’s not doing that he’s muttering to himself, cussing up a storm.

You’re nervous to meet his friends but like, he’s already beat it over their heads that if they say anything rude/offensive then he’s breaking their wrists and ankles

By accident he starts using your hair care stuff (he gets scolded bc that shit is expensive but once he starts pitching in to help you buy some he gets a pass)

Now y’all’s hair smells like cantu and coconut oil lmao

And THEN, of course, he starts using your skin cares stuff

“Your skin is just always so soft.” but what he doesn’t tell you is that he just loves the way you smell and him using your products is just a way for him to always be able to smell you

“Keiji,”You whine, “You’ve used up almost all of my conditioner again.”

“Not my fault it makes my hair feel nice.”

You roll your eyes but you aren’t mad. Not when he pitches in an equal, if not an even greater amount of money into your haircare and skincare budget. At first you assumed it was to be nice, but then you realized that he was most certainly using the products as well.

You reach over and run your fingers through his hair. It’s much straighter than yours, so he has to use a lot less of the product to avoid the risk of making his hair oily. But now, you assume, he must have found the right ratio between his own products and yours because his hair feels amazing.

Soft. Fluffy.

“No fair,”You say as you pout, flopping down beside him onto the couch. “You already have pretty lashes and smooth skin, now you’re using my products and getting better results than me.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and brings onto his lap, his work long since forgotten. “Sorry, baby.”

“Something tells me that you’re not really sorry.”

He’s not, but he doesn’t say that. Instead he buries his face into the place where your shoulder meets your neck. He takes in your scent and smiles, though his expression his hidden by the position the two of you are in.

“Keiji.”You whine, pouting still.

His smile grows wider. Yes, say his name more. He loves the way you say his name. The way it rolls off of your tongue. Your Japanese is getting better, but there’s still a cute little twang to your voice; specifically, when you say his name. (he hopes that never changes)

“Fine. How about I run us a bubble bath together, hm? Then we can do your skincare regimen together.”

You know that this is his way of getting to use your skincare stuff too, but he’s rubbing your back in soothing circles and the way his lips brush against your neck is distracting.

“Aren’t you...aren’t you worried that your friends will tease you for smelling like your girlfriend?”

He turns his head and kisses your jawline. “Not at all.”

Because really, he’s not. He’s never really cared when they teased him anyway, but he especially doesn’t care about them teasing him about this. He loves the way you smell. The way you feel. Your smile. Your laughter—everything about you really. Using your products helps him to carry your scent around with him, giving him a nice reminder throughout the day of you and everything about you that he adores.

Bokuto Kotaro

THIS boy

Oh my goodness

So like, Bokuto is just a people person. Super sociable and friendly

Y’all probably meet while he’s in the states for a game and he’s chilling, talking to Hinata and then boom, spits out his drink bc pretty lady

He’s not super shy when it comes to introducing himself but he doesn’t get your number right away and then gets into a slump

Was it the language barrier? Was it just that she doesn’t think I’m good looking?

Calls up Akaashi like “bro oh my goodness i met the love of my life but what if she just doesn’t want me :((“

And ofc Akaashi was asleep (bc time difference) and he’s irritated bc WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AS SOON AS I ANSWER THE PHONE??? But he tries to be a good friend regardless and is just like “then study some english, dummy”

So Bokuto does

And like, he wasn’t the super best at studying in school but you bet your ass that he’s trying his damndest now

When y’all finally start dating he’s on cloud nine. Cutest boyfriend. Always showering you in compliments and affection

He doesn’t notice the stares that you two get from people (both Americans and Japanese folk alike) bc he’s just super heart eyes until one day and you’re just so uncomfortable. And he’s like “baby?? You okay??”

You try to explain to him that it’s because people are staring and he’s just like “well yeah, bc you’re hot? And so am I????”

Oh poor baby, he gets so upset when he finally gets what you mean. He’s so mad too bc like, who cares that y’all aren’t the same race? As long as you love each other because that’s what is supposed to be most important, right??

He gets super miffed about it but rather than going off on strangers every time it happens, he instead just turns to you to assure you that he loves you from the absolute bottom of his heart to the tippy top

“Bokuto-san, is that girl really your new girlfriend?”Asks one of the team’s athletic trainers.

Bokuto smiles with pride because why yes, y/n is his girlfriend and he is absolutely proud of it. You’re like sunshine to him. You make him so happy.

“Yeah,”He replies, “She is.”

The smile on his face fades when the trainer’s face scrunches up into a grimace. “Ahh, but Bokuto-san, you’re so popular in Japan. Do you really need a girl like her?”

You and Bokuto had been through this before. Some family members and some friends (could you two even call them friends at that point?) had made similar comments to the both of you. Some of them tried to be passive aggressive about it while others just straight up voiced their displeasure at your coupling.

It was none of their business though.

Not at all.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”He asks the trainer, standing to his full height of 6’2. He towers over the short man and stares him down. Waiting. He’s waiting for an answer but all the trainer can do is stutter and shake. “Oh come on, don’t go silent on me now. You had so much to say only a couple of seconds ago. Speak. Up.”

“I just meant...well, are you sure she’s a good look for you?”

That sets him off.

The conversation between the two of them had gone widely unnoticed by those in the room. That is, of course, until Bokuto was about to swing on him. Then chaos broke out. It took Atsumu and Oikawa to hold him back.

(Hinata tried but failed. He grabbed onto Bokuto’s arm but basically just had to hold on for dear life as Bokuto flung his arm about)

The athletic trainer gets fired because there’s no way Bokuto would ever even think about working with him again and, once he told his teammates about what happened, they stood behind him. (They like you a lot and they’ll be damned if you get talked about like that)

No one tells you anything but when Bokuto meets up with you that night for dinner, he hugs you a bit tighter and kisses you for just a bit longer.

Because, yeah, he may not care what other people say or think when it comes to your relationship, but you’re his #1. He’ll be damned if he lets anyone speak about you in his presence.

perhaps i’ll continue this as a series with other characters (or maybe even more oneshots? idk,,,lemme know!)

#akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x you #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi headcanons #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto x you #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto headcannons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #mine

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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can o request one with tsukishima and a second or first yr manager.... they like each other but since tsukki is a salty ass he said some insulting things to her which resulted to her becoming distant and scared(???) of him HIHI. FLUFF ENDING PLS

caught in the moment

Tsukishima Kei x fem!reader

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: yes yes yes!! Thank you for requesting anon, I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to make this a multiple part fic...this was a very inspiring prompt 🥺 ugh just look at him :(( I luv this boy so much ❣️I feel like this is cannon Tsukki behavior, he would definitely go too far with teasing the person he likes since he’s so emotionally unavailable sometimes. This actually has an angsty ending but it will get fluffy, I promise. I hope this isn’t too bad...I’m not super cofident with how it came out. Anyways, here you go! enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Being the team manager of a bunch of highly energetic boys was definitely a challenge. Thankfully, you weren’t alone. Having Kiyoko and eventually Yachi by your side. You joined once school had started up seeing that you had used to play volleyball in middle school. A very promising wing spiker that was rumored to do very well, possibly even play in pro teams. That all changed in your last game of the season. You had landed a bad spike that was easily received. Once you had landed back on the court, distracted by your loss, you landed very wrong and injured your knee. You had slowly recovered with painfully long hours of physiotherapy but you had to always wear a brace on your right knee just to keep it stable. You hadn’t played volleyball since. You desperately wanted to but you were afraid to mess up again. So you decided to ease back into the sport by being a team manager. Then, you met him.

Tsukishima Kei.

He was a big, big, big pain in your ass. Especially after Coach Ukai came on board. He had learned of your success as a wing spiker and occasionally as a middle block, and had you help out Tsukishima and Hinata. Hinata was ecstatic, he didn't mind since he used to practice with the ladies from the community center but the same couldn’t be said about Tsukishima.

He scoffed and asked how a shrimp could teach him how to block. You quickly shut him up when you had successfully blocked out one of Asahi’s spikes. That didn’t mean he was compliant. He was far from it. Always putting in the bare minimum and it irked you to no end...but, yes there’s a but, there was times where you could see how happy he was to have gotten a good block. His expression didn’t really show it but it was all in the eyes.

Oh how you could get lost in those pools of gold.

He definitely took notice. He wouldn’t admit it but, he admired you greatly. He knew about what happened in middle school. He saw the limp in your step.He also saw you practicing with Hinata and the third years during lunch or after practice. He hated how inferior he felt around you. Despite being permanently injured, you had a smile on your face. No matter how many times you had to repeat basic instructions for setting up to block, you still believed in him. You smiled when he accomplished something, even if it was something done with minimal effort and you tell him, ‘See, I knew you could do it!’ He hated it, not really, but he did. You were also very attractive. Adorable eyes and smile, a dangerously enticing body, and sharp tongued. He thought it was hot that you could keep up with his wit.

Then it started happening. His heart would beat faster whenever you smiled at him. It would beat wildly when your shoulder brushed against his arm. He would feel fuzzy and warm at your praises. Sugarawa had taken notice to the longing glances you both shared when the other wasn’t looking, the blush that would tint your cheeks when the tall blonde would lean down to tease you. So, of course, he told Asahi and Daichi. The captain just shook his head. Of course he was intrigued but it was none of his business. Asahi felt the same but he was definitely more open to fan-boying over the two first years.

Tsukishima had also realized that he didn’t like when someone flirted with you. Whether it was Tanaka and Noya messing around or what he was scowling at in the current moment.

You were blushing and stuttering because of Nekoma’s captain. Rooster head was wooing you with a copious amount of flirty remarks and compliments. Along with that owl headed loud mouth from Fukurodani. You had caught the eye of many during the summer training camp. Especially when you walked into gym #3 in those spandex shorts and a Karasuno pull over.

“O-Oh!” You had squeaked, “I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

“And why are you here so late, chibi-chan?~” And that’s when it started. He had just come in for his towel and was asked to stay and practice and you walked in before he could answer.

“So? What do you say Tsukishima?” Bokuto turned to the blonde who sighed.

“We just had a whole day of training, why would I want to practice more?” He took off his glasses and cleaned them with his towel.

“That’s a great idea! You could learn a lot from these three, Tsukishima-kun! More than you could from me.” You had clasped your hands together, grinning. Akaashi seemed a bit taken aback that you had even noticed him.

“What do you mean? Are you a coach?” Bokuto had leaned down a bit, his face a bit too close to yours.

“W-well no b-but I help him and Hinata practice their blocking.”

“You help them with blocking?” Kuroo was intrigued, if you were helping them then maybe you were pretty good.

“Not well enough.” Tsukishima scoffed.

“Yeah well maybe you’d learn something if you put in the effort.” You retorted, arms crossed and eye brow quirked.

“Well since you think you’re such hot stuff, why don’t you take my place and practice. I’m heading to bed.” You rolled your eyes at his words and that’s what you did. You explained your situation and you practiced in a 2v2. You and Bokuto vs Kuroo and Akaashi.

After a couple of rounds, you all sat around to cool down.

“So why haven’t you joined the girls team? You’d do really well there.” Akaashi asked as he gulped down some water.

“Well, I-I actually don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.” You shrugged. You weren’t exactly lying, you hadn’t really thought about it much.

“Liar.” Kuroo chuckled, a knowing smirk on his lips. “It’s because of that Tsukishima jerk, right?”

“What-what’re you talking about?”

“Oh come on! I saw the little looks you give him. How he gets a little flustered when you praise him during a game. I’d say that you have a crush on him.” Your reaction was priceless. Wide eyes, furious pink across your cheeks and mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Oh ho ho! You have a crush!” Bokuto chuckled loudly. “(Y/n) and Tsukishima sitting in a tree! K.I.S.S.S.I.N.G!”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Bokuto.”Akaashi spoke in a bored tone, smacking the boy upside the head.

“Akaashi!”

And thus started the endless teasing. During day training and the extra training in gym #3. Tsukishima didn’t like it one bit. You were paying less attention to him and more to the two over-zealous captains. He had a grimace all through breakfast when Kuroo called you over to join Nekoma for a change. He watched as you happily chatted with the team, laughing at jokes, blushing at Kuroo’s shameless flirting, even getting Kenma to look away from his phone and have a conversation about Animal Crossing, exchanging info so he could invite you to his island.

He was pissed, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“What’s wrong Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked as he sat right in front of his scowling friend, playing with the food on his tray.

“(Y/n)! Is that all you’re eating? Here have some more grilled fish!” His scowl grew deeper as he watched Lev place pieces of fish in your bowl of rice, not missing the blush on your face when you stuttered out a thank you.

“Nothing Yamaguchi, I’m fine.” He basically growled as he pushed his seat out, forcefully picking up his tray and throwing out the untouched food, making a point to slam the door open and marching out.

“I wonder what’s gotten into Tsukishima.” Daichi frowned as he took a seat with Suga and Asahi.

“I think I know what.” Suga had a sly look on his face as he gestured over to you and Lev. The both of you conversing excitedly about something. “I think he’s jealous because a certain first-year manager is getting attention from the other teams.” The silver headed setter giggled. A look of realization washing over their features.

That jealous anger had definitely affected his playing. His usually calculated movements were off and he was awfully distracted. They had lost match after match and those punishment dives took a toll on everyone. You had taken it upon yourself to convince the managers that it was a good time to cut up the watermelon that was donated by a parent. They quickly agreed, the thought of a sweet and cool slice of the fruit enticing them as well.

“Alright boys! Break time!” They all had sped over to grab a slice of watermelon from their respective manager.

“Thank you, (y/n)-san.” Daichi smiled. The others following in suit, thanking you and grabbing a slice of the fruit.

“Thanks shrimp.” Tsukishima plucked the last piece from your outstretched hand, his fingers brushing against yours and smirking at the blush he caused. “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” He leaned in closer, so close that if you had moved an hair closer, your noses would have brushed.

“Pfft...as if.” You turned away, leaving him amused as he stalked away

Training had ended on another sour note, chests heaving after another round of of punishment dives. You changed into shorts and a t-shirt again and made your way back to the gym.

“Hey Hey! You ready for more training?” Bokuto jumped excitedly. You guys had been in the middle of another set when Lev came bounding in, followed by Hinata and Kageyama.

You decided to take a break and help Lev with his receiving.

“Lev, you’ve gotta bend your knees lower. Loosen up, you’re too stiff.” You instructed from beside him, lowering yourself as an example.

“That invitation to train with us is still open, you know?” Bokuto’s words made you perk up and turn to the doors, and sure enough, there stood the tall blonde.

“I just came in for my shoes.” A fake smile painted his lips as he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, meeting your eyes before you quickly turned away.

“WHAT?! You’re turning down training with the captains of powerhouses? No fair!” Hinata whined.

Tsukishima ignored him completely. “What’s wrong (y/n)? Did they finally get annoyed with you?” He scoffed.

“N-no...I’m just taking a break.” You spun the ball in your hands.

“I’m sure. I mean, I bet those short legs of yours must get tired easily.” He snickered. No one really laughed, they were unsure if he was actually insulting you or if he was playing around.

“My legs are perfectly fine. Even if they are short, I definitely jump way higher than you.” You smirked. You had grown accustomed to his teasing and to take his words with a grain of salt. But this time, your words seemed to have hit right in his inferiority complex.

“Then why’d you ever stop playing? You’d be doing us a favor by joining a team so I don’t have to hear your irritating complaints about how much I suck but I guess that’d be hard with a bum knee. I mean, you can barely even walk without limping.” He hadn’t really thought about the word vomit that was leaving his mouth. He was just letting out his anger and jealousy. He didn’t notice that you started crying. He had gone too far. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

“(Y/n)...” Lev asked carefully, placing a hand on your quivering shoulders.

“You know why I complain, Tsukishima?” The fact that your voice was so steady and venomous sent shivers down his spine. “I complain because I care about you! I know you can do better than how you’re doing now. I also know that if you don’t put in more effort, Ukai is taking you out of the starting line up! And I know it’s going to hurt me seeing your potential go to waste because I-I...” The stale silence that followed made everyone uncomfortable. No one knew what to do. Comfort you or reprimand Tsukishima.

They watched as you let the ball drop from your hands and you slumped to the exit. “I’m sorry for causing a scene. I’m going to bed. Goodnight everyone.” Kuroo flinched at how broken you sounded. He couldn’t blame you. The guy you liked had basically just called you annoying and teased you about a major insecurity. They watched as you left the gym, shoulder shaking as more tears made their way down your cheeks.

“Not cool man.” Was all Kuroo had to say as he followed you out. Concern clearly etched on his face.

“Tch...whatever.” He gritted his teeth and walked out before hearing Yamaguchi call for him and charge in his direction.

“(Y/n)...”Kuroo called out to you. You were leaning against the outside of the gym, hand clamped over your mouth. He approached you with open arms, an embrace being exactly what you needed. You slumped against him and buried your face into his chest. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re amazing.” You chuckled weakly.

“Thanks Kuroo...”

Back with Tsukishima, Hinata decided to scold him about how he should be more careful with his words and how he should go apologize. As much as he disliked the orange haired idiot, he agreed that he owed you an apology. So he made his way behind the gym, peering around the corner when he heard Kuroo talking.

“There’s no need to cry. Those ugly tears aren’t fitting for a beautiful girl like you.” He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears away. Unlike compliments before, there was no playful tone in his voice.

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. There was no doubt that you had feelings for Tsukishima but having someone as handsome as Kuroo inches from your face was definitely making you feel some type of way. You bit your lip as you looked into his eyes, they were sincere. Then looking down at his lips. His eyes searched yours before he noticed where your gaze was. His own eyes looking at your plush lips before meeting your gaze once more. His thumb ran over your bottom lip and nudged it from its place, stressed between your teeth. You both leaned forward, caught in the moment, lips meeting in the middle. Melding together and moving in sync. Your hands moving around his shoulders and into his hair, his arms pulling you closer into him.

Tsukishima’s heart stopped once your lips met, looking away when neither of you pulled away from each other. His heart hurt. Next to being deceived by his brother, this really hurt him. He thought you had liked him. Was he wrong? Had he gotten his hopes up? He frowned at the confusion and betrayal that filled his body. Walking back to the dorms with a heavy heart and slumped shoulders.

When you and Kuroo had breathlessly pulled away, realization set in.

“This isn’t-I’m sorry, I don’t...I uhmm...”

“Relax. It’s fine. I know you don’t feel anything for me. And after that, I know I don’t either.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Excuse me! Are you saying I’m a bad kisser?” You gasped in an over exaggerated manner. Hand over your heart.

“Yeah, pretty much. In fact, that’s probably one of the worst kisses I’ve had.”

“Oh ha ha.” You laughed flatly. A slightly awkward silence followed. “We’re good right?” You asked unsure.

“Of course we are, chibi-chan, I know you have goo-goo eyes for that big mouth idiot.”

“Just how confused are you? I like Tsukishima, not Bokuto.”

“Oh my god. Goodbye. I thought you were going to bed. It’s definitely past your bed time.” He ran a hand down his face in playful annoyance. Sighing when you were out of hearing range. “You really are something, chibi-chan.”

Back inside the gym, Hinata was ranting about his teammate.”I don’t understand how he could be so dense.”

“You’re one to talk.” Kageyama snickered, although it went completely over his head. “But I guess he realized that he was rude and went to apologize.” Kuroo froze.

“He what?”

“He went to apologize.” Hinata repeated.

“When?”

“What’s wrong?” Bokuto cocked an eyebrow at his friends abrupt worry.

“Uhh a few minutes ago, I think. He went right around the corner. Why?”

Kuroo groaned and slapped his forehead. “He probably saw it.”

“Saw what?” Lev asked as he absentmindedly tossed the ball from hand to hand.

“I kissed (y/n).”

“YOU WHAT?!”

#tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #hollow words and misunderstandings #anon ask #anon #request #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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tsuumu · 4 years

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hq boys and their part time jobs.

yet another unseries headcanon post made by yours truly! unlike my last one which you can find here, i won’t be involving every single major hq character so that’s just a heads up!! i can’t always envision stuff fully with every single person...

kageyama tobio: this boy thought that applying to work part-time at a sports shop would be fitting ‘cause of his love for volleyball, completely unaware that this would involve way too much social interaction and tolerance???? like he thought he’d just have to look like someone who does sports and occasionally restock yoga mats but these loud ass kids are coming up to him asking for this that and the other for sports he’s never heard of. suddenly he regrets the entire thing. plus, he has no idea how to use the cash register and it’s his worse nightmare to ring up items without wanting to stomp a hole into it to get the customer’s change.

hinata shoyo: shoyo went straight for the pet shelter because he’s in love with playing with the little puppies. this boy will full on roll around with them, stuff them under his shirt so their heads poke out and just.. intergrate and become one of them... the doggies love him so much n always clamber to sit on his lap because hinata treats them with so much love and kindness!! customers looking for pets often joke about taking him home bc he’s just as excitable and friendly as the actual dogs. he’s also really good at convincing people on the fence to get a pet and explaining their individual personalities because he knows them so well :(

nishinoya yuu: he said: supermarket assistant so he could ride around on the carts, intimidates literally every customer with his ungodly enthusiasm but is determined to help EVERYONE, he’ll run around the store taking people where they need to go but only if he actually remembers where they’re situated. otherwise this boy is like “yeah they’re just... that way.” and bolts in the other direction. gets along with all his colleagues and tells them all about his tournaments with karasuno. he’s not the star employee but it wouldn’t be the same w out him.. often asks the manager if he can taste test the market’s pastry section to which he is rejected every single time.

tanaka ryuu: he’s convinced working in his local gym was him in his element, he wears that tag thing like a badge of honour and just walks around showing people he works there instead of actually doing his job??? he’s also overly enthusiastic and will sometimes cheer on the people working out as if he’s some kind of zealous personal trainer and everybody is like “literally how old is this guy??” he’s surprisingly awesome at reception duty because he’s always chatting to regulars about how they’re doing... the practical side like schedules and paperwork he leaves for someone else, everyone just puts up with him bc he’s a mood setter.

sugawara koushi: don’t get me started on this boy as a teacher’s assistant, like he helps little kids out with their work, tidies up the class during their break times and reads them stories?? he’s THAT senior boy who’s the biggest sweetheart and seeing him handle kids so well is like ... does he want some of his own ?? i’d like to offer my expertise he’s always got a smile on his face, gets along with all the staff much older than him, he’s like this perfect boy they all dote on and he gets super flustered saying he just really likes helping out the children and making them smile. often brings them little snacks too and they all call him big brother BYE.

tsukkishima kei: he does some low-key shit that’s kinda wholesome like working with the eldery or tutoring kids but prefers for literally nobody to know about it because anything he does outside of school is his business. he does it because it’s good pay, there’s not much else to it. if anybody found out he’d be super irritated tbh it’s just an invasion of privacy to him but eventually wouldn’t care because every kid is getting part-time jobs these days.

oikawa tooru: bye he’s THAT guy who got his job at a retail store because he’s pretty. like he has no real interest in clothes or anything but he takes the job as a place to validate himself when girls come up to him purposefully to flirt. he’s winking and laughing with them and also NOT actually doing his job but he brings in customers so at least he’s somewhat useful. doesn’t know how to fold clothes or hang stuff on hangers properly for shit and everyone lowkey wants to kick his ass but he’s actually very friendly and outgoing even if he has no clue what he’s doing. keeps asking if bra sizes come in small, medium and large and everyone just tells him to shut up.

iwaizumi hajime: when picking a job he was like “well what am i good at?” and went from there. he ended up as the local pool’s weekend lifeguard because he had the qualifications and time. again, everyone his age just tries to hit on him and he’s annoyed because it distracts him from the actual purpose of his job. he takes it seriously and impresses his colleagues with his swimming talent and knowledge on first aid. iwaizumi lowkey scares the little kids and they’re kind of afraid to ask him for help so he’s been working on looking a little more friendly.

kuroo tetsurou: kuroo as a tennis instructor assistant or just something sporty other than volleyball because he’s a multi-talented king?? like he’s not a professional by any means but he helps out the youth club and gets along with kids a few years younger than him. fills in for refs at tournaments, makes sure equipment is safe to use and is SUPER good at cheering club goers up when they lose or fail or can’t seem to do it correctly. he often refers to his experiences as nekoma’s captain to relate to them and they really admire his resilience and ask him to tell them more stories!!

kenma kozume: had to be dragged out to do a part-time job. was absolutely against the thought of it until hinata mentioned a friend of his who’d moved to the prefecture near kenma got a job at this new game shop. he was like fine and applied. he just kinda sat and people asked him questions about the games but he refused to do any further socialisation or actual grunt work like shelving, he quit pretty soon after, he just wanted the money to buy a game he ended up purchasing on his way out lmaoo

bokuto koutarou: he was dead set on having a volleyball related job, fukurodani have a club for junior players from all over the city to come and practice together. he was like?!? “and nobody told me??” he’s perfect for it as the captain and ends up as a secondary coach. he shows off A LOT and like kuroo, encourages the kids when they’re down. except kuroo is a more sit down, hand on shoulder, casual talk kind of guy. bokuto gets ridiculously sentimental and tells them dramatically about his lowest memories as captain when fukurodani lost and the kids are genuinely as emotional because of he way he tells it??? idk but they love him and he’s a ball of passion that keeps them going.

akaashi keiji: we are talking pretty waiter at a local gormet restaurant that gets tipped SO MUCH for his true professionalism. knows how to handle every situation with ease and is super calm, doesn’t care at all if someone from his school is there. he’s really just chasing that bag and he’s doing it well. bokuto often picks him up after his shifts so they can do stuff together but akaashi requests it be something calming since he’s tired after work... bokuto is like,, “so no to rock-climbing? alright i’ll reschedule..” the other waiters lowkey HATE the fact he gets tipped so well and they try and figure out his secrets. he has none. he’s just good at his job. i could see kiyoko working a similar job or somewhere lowkey like a flourist or bakery. she’s equally as professional and admired.

ushijima wakatoshi: ANY JOB. give this man any job and he’ll be able to carry it out like he’s been doing it since he popped out the womb. often mistaken for a grown adult so he gets jobs pretty easily? very very professional and aims to do everything perfectly. i think he’d also prefer a vb related job just like bokuto but something that could really get him somewhere big, smth to do with olympics like a paid internship for them .. can you even intern for the olympics lmao?? maybe something for the japanese team. it’s a lot of work to balance school & intern life but he’s very comitted and knows it’ll benefit him in the future. (kageyama was fuming when he found out he could have done that instead of his current gig).

tendou satori: has a job he’s very under-qualified for but somehow pulls off. he’s chilling at the hospital or law firm three times a week after classes or somewhere ridiculous but he’s doing just fine!! doesn’t actually do professional work n helps with small things but it impresses the hell out of everybody he tells, has no interest in persuing those careers but it’s fun for him, he gets paid VERY well for a boy his age and his personality creates a nice, talkative atmosphere in these seemingly tense environments.

miya atsumu / osamu: they both work at a café for novelty because they’re these handsome, athletic twins and it’s a thing that brings people in. they do a lot of fan service stuff and osamu is EXCELLENT like he was made for this job but atsumu is awful at keeping his cool. osamu will be chatting up customers, trying to persuade them to order more and atsumu is having a heated tustle with the coffee machine that’s broken down for the third time that day and it really ruins the magic osamu is trying to create. atsumu has probably sworn loudly. has probably almost been fired. he’s bad at playing along and flirting because he literally just wants them to leave so he can sit down lmao. osamu uses the pastries in the café as inspiration for his own at-home baking fiascos because it’s a stress-reliving hobby.

terushima yuji: he’s that boy in shoe shops that tries to sell you sneakers and he knows literally everything about them even when you really didn’t ask... looking to hit on girls that come in because shoe knowledge is obviously very sexy! alternatively you might catch him in a tattoo shop or sumn real appearance based and he definitely remembers all the regulars and greets them like they’re close friends, we’re talking inside jokes. always seems to know what tattoo people are looking to get purely based on their appearance and initial impression...

the list of unemployed:

yachi: too scared to do ANY job that requires interaction, she’s plagued by it.

hoshiumi: fired for picking too many fights with customers.

kyotani: EVEN WORSE THAN HOSHIUMI though he was strangely very efficient at paperwork.

suna: quit on the first day because it wasn’t what he expected and he doesn’t care about money that much.

lev: his family are like.... rich?? n nobody really expected it but he’s like yeah i really do not need one of those lmao.

yamaguchi: broke things, spilt things, smashed things. he really was trying his best..

aone: intimidated customers too much so they let him go (he was just STANDING THERE.. he deserved better).

sakusa: local venues are filthy, ushijima got the internship spot, no other job interests him enough to persue.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu fics #haikyuu x reader #akaashi headcanons #haikyuu headcanon #kageyama headcanons #hinata headcanons #oikawa headcanons #kuroo headcanons #hq #i’m lazy with tags lol #bokuto headcanons #ushijima headcanons #kenma headcanons #good enough

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kyuublu · 4 years

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The phone call game.

I get along without you very well - Chet Baker | Inspired by the boys in the band.

Saturday. 2 am.

I was sitting on my carpet floor, looking at the window. My mind was hazy.

Then a champagne bottle popped open behind me. All of my friends were gathered to celebrate Bokutos birthday. We were at Akaashi’s apartment that was previously nicely decorated but turned into a wreck. Me and Keiji have been preparing everything since morning but we already knew it would come to this. Our gatherings always ended up messy. For some reason, this one felt different though.

“Who wants another round?” A tall brunette screamed as he poured himself some of the sparkling drink.

“Me!” I raised my glass with enthusiasm.

The last weeks haven’t been that great for me and everyone knew why, expect one person. The one that made me feel like shit in the first place was seated across from me on a chair next to a window. The dark haired man was sipping on his beverage as if it was just another day.

“Me too, please.” Keiji pointed to his empty glass after Oikawa poured champagne into mine. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, but something has been bothering him for awhile now and I knew he coped with it in his own ways. This time it was drinking.

“Guys~ Come on this is getting boring. We gotta do something or else this grandpa over here will fall asleep.” A whine escaped the raven haired boy near the kitchen island. Both, the kitchen and the living room were connected which happened to make the guest spread out even more.

“Tetsu I fell aseep two times already but your drunk ass couldn’t tell.” His friend, Kenma, replied unfaced as he stared at his phone. For him the alcohol only made him more sleepy.

“Kuroo is right! We need to do something. Come on, this is my birthday guys!” Even the ball of energy sounded pretty done at this point, though Bokuto was still convinced to keep the party alive.

“Maybe we could play a game.” Keiji shrugged, eyeing the glass in hand.

Suddenly a gasp could be heard from Oikawa as he placed the champagne bottle on the counter near Kenma and Kuroo.

“How about we call the one person we’ve ever truly loved and-“

I could practically feel the panic in Keijis eyes. My friend had a secret and he sure as hell wasn’t going confess it like this. I put up a finger, intruding on Toorus stupid idea. “Hold up, what kind of shitty game is that?”

A scowl graced the brunettes face but soon after he continued his idea. “We get points for every phone call. One for calling, two when they pick up, another two when you say your name and-“

His brown orbs scanned the room until they landed on the figure next to the window. “five when you say these three simple words: “I love you’.”

His devilish grin made me sick to my stomach.

“This is childish.” My head snapped to the man Tooru was staring down. Oikawa knew at this point that he had sparked my interest. My hate for this one man was bigger than anything as my mind was still scrambled by all the booze.

“You know what Wakatoshi, who cares? I think it’s kind of interesting actually.”

Me and Toshi always had a weird relationship. I’ve been friends with everyone in the group but we unexpectedly grew closer over the years.

The catch was: He couldn’t communicate and I was frustrated.

“See! We could have a little fun with it.”

The smirk grew bigger on Toorus face as he observed the two of us. Somehow this didn’t just feel like him being an asshole, maybe there was more to it. Maybe there was more to this whole night. I didn’t want to go back home drunk, ending up on the couch with smeared makeup and the same worries like every night. I wanted some answers for once and this game seemed like the key.

“Yea it sure will be ‘fun’.” Akaashi sipped his drink, sarcasm was written all over his face.

Shit. I forgot him.

Quickly averying my eyes back to my long time friend I reassured him. “Not everyone has to participate. It’s not like you’re forced to.”

Then another voice intruded. “Oh come on Akaashi! I think its pretty cool. I mean it takes balls to just confess to someone like that.” Kotaro smiled at him as he sat up straight next to Keiji. I knew my friend couldn’t resist after that comment.

“Well it’s your birthday after all...” His grin showed how whipped he was for the man he called his best friend.

Yes we were a drunk mess, the both of us.

The confident brunette trudged towards his next two victims. “You two are on board, right?”

Kenmas eyes fell on the figure infront of him. He actually turned his phone off and put it in his pocket. Tetsuro gave out a dry chuckle and began nodded towards Oikawa.

“This says enough doesn’t it?”

With his chin raised Tooru slowly backed away. Suddenly his gaze went back to Ushijima that was still seated at the window.

“Y/n was right. Not everyone needs to play but I know you won’t want to miss out on this, Wakatoshi.” The mans stare was still stale. He never seemes faced by anything and it was starting to piss me off.

“Let’s just freaking do it.” I interrupted their little staring contest as I put my glass between my lips.

“You start.” Oikawas head turned to me after my comment and I choked on the liquor that entered my throat. Is this a joke?

After I composed myself again, I spoke up. “Why me? You were the one that was so hyped about this!”

Tooru rolled his eyes. He was so bad at losing, he didn’t even want to start. “Everyone has to do it y/n. It doesn’t matter because you’ll need to call that special someone anyways.”

Tetsuro suddenly moved up from his seat, picking up the telephone that was next to him on the counter. Kenma raised his brows at the action in amusement.

“Be a good example then.” He pointed the phone at the brunette and smirked. I swore to myself then that one day I will thank that smooth talker for his big mouth. Tooru shrugged but took the phone from his hand. Everyone could tell he was nervous by the way his posture changed slightly.

“So who’s the lucky person?” Bokuto broke the tension with his usual bluntness as the brunette typed away at the phone.

“I won’t tell you.” Then my drunk self took over as I stood up and tore the phone away from him.

“No sir, we all gotta say who it is or it won’t count. Stay fair, Tooru.”

“Why does it matter? I’ll have to say it to him anyways.”

Tetsuro intervened again as he leaned against the counter again. “Ohh~ it’s a him then?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know.”The brunettes cursed at the tall guy. I sighed, holding out the phone to him again.

“Just tell us, nobody will remembers this in the morning anyways.” I tried reassuring, earning praise by Bokuto from the couch. “Yes! What happens at Akaashi’s apartment, stays at Akaashi’s apartment!”

Both of us chose to ignore that comment. Oikawa slowly picked up the phone and began talking with caution.

“He and I knew each other since we were kids...”

With that statement everyone knew who he was referring to. The room was dead silent.

“I know we dated other people from time to time but it was always him. Even when I went overseas, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I mean-“

His eyes were glued to the name on the lit up screen. Everyone seemed struck by his emotions. Tooru usually led the mood of the party and this time, he didn’t pretend. He was just purely filled with sadness.

“If there was the slightest possibility, everything could change.” Suddenly a small smile grew on his lips as he looke back up at me again. Both of my hands found their way on his shoulders.

“Call him.” I said with the most determination I could muster up.

The phone rang as the group followed Toorus nervous fidgeting.

“One point.” Kenma mumbled, still focused on the event infront of him.

Suddenly a click could be heard and Tooru froze. “Hello?“ His friends voice could be heard through the speakers but it was obvious that it was a recording.

„It’s the mailbox.“ Tooru whispered but didn’t hang up. I silently swore as the line fell silent after the tone.

„Hey, it’s me Oikawa-“ His pale hands were still stuck the phone as if he was hanging on it for his dear life.

I quirked a brow at his determination.

“Two points.” The boy with ombre commented again.

“I know this is probably not the right time nor is it the right way to do something like this but... I just-“ His eyes began watering, his gaze casted up at the ceiling, avoiding the intense stares from his friends.

“I love you, okay? I always have.”

My eyes grew wide. I knew it was going to happen but it didn’t feel as accomplishing as I thought it would.

After a few seconds of sniffling, my usual cocky friend spoke his last words. “I hope this doesn’t make things weird but call me when you aren’t busy. And if this all goes to shit... then i hope i didn’t ruin our friendship because of my stupidity. I’m sorry-“

A weak smile formed on his face again.

“Good night.” Tooru pushed the red button. The room was still dead.

After a few minutes of silence Tooru cautiously looked down from the ceiling again and towards me. “So, who’s next?”

Hurt laced his voice but his eyes spoke for themselves. He wanted the game to continue no matter what.

“Akaashi you were awfully silent tonight. Isn’t it your friends birthday? Shouldn’t you be ecstatic to prepare such an amazing event for him?” The brunettes words felt as sharp as knives. He knew he had dug himself a grave but didn’t want to be the only one left feeling this way.

“I didn’t mean to-“ Keiji stuttered at his blunt accusations until Ko stepped in. “It’s fine. I loved it Akaashi! The food, the decorations, everything was great.”

Tooru clapped his hands sarcastically. “Here we go, you loved it! What else do you love or rather-“ He came closer to the birthday boy. “Who do you love, mh? I’m curious about this one.”

In a spur of the moment I yanked the phone away. Tooru’s attitude was rubbing me the wrong way and Keiji was in this situation because I agreed to it. I finally needed to own up to my feelings.

This game really was stupid.

Before Tooru could provoke another friend of his, the figure at the window finally began to move from his seat.

“Y/n, give me the phone.”

Toshi stood next to me now, his big hand held out in persistence. He always got the reaction he wanted out of me but not this time. I was frustrated AND drunk.

“And why would I do that?” I asked narrowing my eyes at the all too familiar man.

“Because I asked you to. You aren’t in your right mind at the moment.” He concluded.

“Don’t act like you care, Toshi.” I pleaded, phone still in hand until he began stepping further towards me.

“Okay, why don’t we calm down?” Tetsuro chimed in as he went between the two of us.

“I am calm.” The stoic figure infront of him stated.

“Oh wow, newsflash: The statue remains calm.” Sarcasm practically dripped from my voice as I took the last swig from my drink. Tooru’s chuckle could be heard from the back of the couch he was leaning on now. Tetsuro sighed as he held my shoulders in place.

“Come on, give the guy a chance.”

My eyes grew wide at the betrayal my friend just committed.

“Do you really think he’s gonna call someone? This guy hasn’t loved anything in his life besides his career. Trust me, I would know.” My comment stung as much as I intended it to.

“Give me the phone.” Wakatoshi repeated with even more determination this time. The dark haired boy still stood between us and slowly took the phone out of my hand, turning around to the other figure.

“Don’t pull anything funny.” He warned Wakatoshi as he proceeded to hand him the phone. He left the space between us and I turned away immediately.

I couldn’t watch this shit anymore. Everything, from the time we first spend a day together to the endless nights awake. The happyness I felt with him, but mostly the confusion, led up to this moment.

I could sense Toshi’s fixation on me.

„So who are you going to call, mh?” Staring at the cold wall white walls that mustered Keiji’s apartment as I crossed my arms.

“It sure as hell aint me.”

The line kept ringing as the man kept his demeanor. Our friends were at the edge of their seats at this point. Some because they worried for their friends relationship, some for pure entertainment.

Suddenly the back of my pocket started vibrating, releasing a calming little ringtone.

“One point.”

I shook my head slowly, trying my best to keep my eyes from watering.

“Please, pick up.” He urged.

For the first time in this weird relationship we had, I felt some sort of emotion coming from the man. I started turning around slowly to the figure behind me.

Silently cursing to myself I took the phone out of my back pocket and placed my finger on the green button.

“Two points.”

“Y/n, it’s Wakatoshi.”

“Another two points.” Kenmas voice erupted in the background again, it only felt like a tv softly playing in the background.

My emotions got the better of me as I softly cried out. “I hate you.”

The line fell silent again. I closed my eyes as I put a hand over my mouth.

“I know you don’t mean that.” His deep voice rang through my ears, calming me in a way. “I know it because after everything that happened, you always stayed with me. Y/n, I-“

“Don’t fucking say it.” My hand fell as I stared him down with tears trickled down my cheeks. He opened his mouth for a second again.

“Toshi, don’t-“

“I love you.”

Silence.

“Five points.”

I stared at the figure infront of me. This man wasn’t someone that would enter a game in the first place but if he did, he intended to win.

„Congrats.“ I blinked away the tears. „Hopefully next time you can express your feelings without it having to be a competition.“

After pressing the red button, I quickly placed my phone back into my pocket and looked for my purse. I couldn’t stay in this room any longer.

Slinging the bag I found on the table over my shoulder, I turned towards the exit.

„Are you leaving?“ Keiji cautiously stood up and approached my dishevelled figure.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.” Without sparing him a second glance I walked out of the apartment.

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After running down the flights of stairs, the slightly colder air felt like heaven to my lungs. I panted for a while until I began walking towards the river that was nearby the apartment. Halting at the rails I took a look at the scenery, the city lights mirrored in the dark blue.

At times Keiji and I would take a walk along the sight and talk for hours. How come I can open up to some so easily and with others it feels so difficult?

“I was scared.”

Wakatoshi’s deep voice rang behind from me. I remained on the rails, waiting for him to continue without my help.

“Maybe, you were going to call somebody else. When I realized that that could be a possibility I panicked.” Suddenly his tall figure stood next to me. He wore his black coat and had his hair casually down, just effortlessly.

“It might be too late but I still had to say it before you could say it to another man.”

My gaze slowly drifted to him.

“What difference would it make?”

His features looked so soft in this light, eyes glimmering. Toshi’s eyebrows were furrowed as if he was in deep thought. Then his soothing voice could be heard again.

“I don’t think I would be able to handle it. I know doing it like this was not right and I should have done it before.” He paused again until his eyes suddenly met mine.

“It might be selfish when I put it like this but I can’t see you with anyone else.”

My vision became blurry again as his eyes began to soften at his last words. A sudden wave of emotions hit me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I clung to him as if he was going to run away.

“I love you Toshi. I only love you.”

10 points.

#hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #hq ushijima #ushijima oneshot #haikyuu au #haikyuu angst #ushijima x y/n #oikawa x iwaizumi

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.9

Part 9 of WINTW? :D Enjoy!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaa @colorseeingchick @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 10

Were you teased when you came back? Yes.

Did you mind it? Not really.

The event’s of the night were more than you could hope for. With the lights now off and a few of the girls softly snoring, you were staring at the ceiling. Why did you ask those questions? Were you actually thinking of those things? Did you not want to become a hero and save quirkless civilians?

All your life, you were flooded with compliments about you making it big. With parents who eventually got greedy, they immediately signed you off to marry Todoroki knowing to have both agencies team up would be such a big lift for them. Of course the engagement was called off and you finally voiced out your thoughts and they apologized.

Now that you were dropped off into a quirkless world, you came to appreciate the simplicities of having such a normal life (Though, you did cheat by using your quirk every now and then). Having to be surrounded with people who used their own strengths was just mesmerizingly inspiring. To work even harder without any power ups was much harder than you anticipated.

And now, your mind went back to Akaashi.

You almost told him that you were not from here. Did you want to tell him, though? Or were you hoping that he would catch up and piece together the small tidbits of information you had been giving him. Maybe you just wanted to be accepted fully? Not as a person who's trying to cope with the new life presented to you but as someone who belongs in his world.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you hid under the blanket and unlocked your phone.

Akaashi: Goodnight.

You: Dream of me :p

Akaashi: I’ll try my best, hypothetically.

The days had passed and it was now the final day of training camp.

Overall, it was memorable. Bonding with a lot more people than you expected. Seeing just how competitive your team was and the others as well, was invigorating. And maybe the small detail of meeting up with Akaashi by the tree every night might have given you the necessary push to seal the deal.

Preparing the needed utensils for the barbeque, you could practically hear the growling sounds of stomachs and footsteps approaching as all the managers from each school finally lit the last grill. Once the coach of Nekoma announced that everyone could enjoy as much meat as they could, the boys cheered and hollered.

“Oniku niku niku!” You turned to look at the boy you knew as Tanaka, he was leading this cute dance with Noya, Hinata, and an awkward Kageyama. The four of them seemed to know the lyrics by heart and the sparkle in their eyes were too adorable. When you made eye contact with Noya, he grinned and dragged you to the group.

“Oniku kami-sama, Oniku kami-sama!” You joined in on the small cheer only to have Bokuto join in on the chant as well. “Yahoo!”

“Heeeh~” Kuroo chimed in. Draping his arm over your shoulder, you felt him pulling you away from the crows and towards the cats. “You still owe me a conversation, chibi-chan~”

“Kuroo.” Kenma lightly scolded his friend. His eyes glued to the PZP. “Let her go where she wants.”

“OY! Put that game away before I have to shove food down your throat!” Before Kenma could leave, he managed to hold on to his friend’s collar and drag him over to the nearest grill. With how tall he was, it was an easy task to have a cat and a baby owl under his toned arms.

“I don’t think she wants to be under your sweaty arms, Kuroo-san.” There was that voice again. The same voice that sent chills down your spine. When you first heard it the night Akaashi and you stayed under the tree, you clung onto his arm and felt your body shaking. Remembering that people here had similar voices to those from yours, you let go of his arm and met Tsukki.

“Give me back my baby owl, Kuroo!” Bokuto exclaimed with a small slab of meat in between his chopsticks. “She belongs in our nest , not your den!”

Trying to look for an escape, Yukie or Kaori were nowhere in sight. Kiyoko and Yachi were busy with the antics of their own group. With no other options, you decided to see where their conversation would go. Watching them bickering back and forth, you failed to notice how Kuroo’s arm was now far from your shoulder.

“God, I’m surrounded by dorks.” You amusingly shook your head. Feeling another hand snaking into your wrist, you took a look at the owner only to have your cheeks flare up. Letting Akaashi slowly drag you towards a more less populated area was a bit amusing. “Well, aren’t you a hero?”

“You looked like you needed help from those people.” Handing you a paper plate and chopsticks, you happily accepted it. The both of you began to munch on some meat and vegetables. The spot he chose was as peaceful as the camp could get. Of course he knew it wouldn’t last long knowing Bokuto.

“Do you want juice or water?”

“You decide.”

Putting your plate down, he watched over it as you went to get refreshments. Reaching the table with plastic cups, you were met with only one of each variant. Grabbing them before anyone could, you made your way back to the setter. On your way back, Yukie and Koari caught your attention. The two girls were giving you such teasing smiles to the point you began to wonder if they hid the other drinks.

With your focus on them, you bumped into Akaashi’s back. The drinks spilled a bit on your hands and the back of his shirt.

“Shit.” Placing the drinks down, you quickly took some tissues and began to wipe the cold liquids away. “I got distracted. I’m sorry, Akaashi.”

“Don’t mind, (l/n).” Feeling the stickiness of the juice, he took one last bite before excusing himself. “Wait for me. I’ll change into an extra shirt.”

“I know where your gym bag is, I can do it for you.” You offered. It was partially your fault.

“It’s fine.” He began to walk his way towards gym 3. But when he felt your small hands wrap around his arm again, he let out a defeated sigh. Not much use in arguing.

Gym 3 was a little walk away from the barbeque area. The voices of each player could still be heard from where you two were walking. For a second, the both of you heard Kuroo and Bokuto yelling something about meat. The walk was quiet but nothing too awkward. With both hands on each of your respective sides, Akaashi began to fidget with his fingers, His elbow barely grazing your skin.

When the both of you were now inside the gym, he grabbed his bag and went towards the bench. Taking a seat beside his bag, you watched as he rummaged for his extra shirt. It was incredible how the inside of his bag was arranged meticulously. When he finally found the shirt, Akaashi stepped back and turned around.

‘Why is he tur-’ Your thoughts were cut when your eyes widened. ‘Oh. My. Meat gods.’

Taking his shirt off was something you were not expecting. Being given such a blessed view was enough to make your palms glow. A lot. You’ve seen Todoroki without his shirt, Bakugo in his trademark black sleeveless shirt, or even Shinso after he buffed up. But this was all too different. You held no crushes for those mentioned.

“Fuck...” The glow was too bright. Not even clenching your fists were enough to cancel out the light being emitted. Trying to think of a cover up, you shoved both hands under your thighs and hunched your body a bit.

“Something wrong?” Akaashi asked as he turned around. His new shirt still in his hands. Toned torso now on full display for your eyes to absorb. He wasn’t as beefy as Bokuto but he was chiselled just right by the gods out there. Whatever moves he did in practice, paid off big time. His brows furrowed when he saw the bench...glowing. “Did you actually bring firecrackers here?”

Analyzing his question, you inhaled and held your breath. The tug on your palms were getting stronger as the seconds went by, along with your heart beat and reddening cheeks as well. Todoroki had always told you that you were the weirdest when flustered. Never once did you believe him, but now you saw he might’ve been right all along.

Not sure what to do, you slid off the bench and placed your hands behind your back. Placing them beneath your shirt in an attempt to hide the glow. When he took a step closer, it did not help. Releasing your breath, the heat from your palms became too hot for your shirt to handle.

“(l/n)!” Akaashi ran towards you. The small pillar of smoke forming behind you was not a good sight. Beating the small fire that had ignited, he dropped his shirt when he was sure the chaotic scene was over. Standing in front of you, he rested his hands on your shoulders. “What in the world just happened, (l/n)?”

“It was noth-” Realizing that you had raised both hands and shook your glowing palms in front of him, you were now facing an Akaashi with his jaw slightly hanging and gunmetal eyes reflecting the bright yellow glow on your palm. “I can explain. BUT, please wear a shirt.”

When the (useless) piece of cloth now shielded your eyes from his finely sculpted torso, your quirk had finally calmed down. After giving yourself a mental scolding, you buried your face in your palms. You fucked up in the lamest way possible. Who knew that your demise would be a shirtless boy and not some tragic accident that you would prevent. When you heard him zipping his bag and felt his presence inches away from you, you sat straight.

“You won’t believe me.”

“Try me.” When he saw how your body was slightly trembling, he reached for his bag once more. Taking his jacket out, he unzipped it and made it rest on your shoulders. The small patch of shirt had exposed a fine portion of your back. “You don’t have to tell me. But, it might help ease your mind if you choose to.”

“I want to tell you.” You really did. “I just… I don’t know how or where to start.”

“Start anywhere, it’s okay.” He reassured you. “Take your time.”

“Well, for starters, I don’t carry firecrackers.” You chuckled at such simple thoughts. “I do have a friend who has something similar but much stronger.”

“What do you have, then? Lights?”

“Not really.” Showing him your palms, you activated your quirk. “I, uhh, I can manipulate objects. But only to a certain degree.”

“So what happened back there…”

“Was my quirk going haywire.”

“Quirk? Like superpowers?”

“Yeah. Where I’m from, people like me are everywhere. Think of it as a superhuman population.” Similar to what you showed Bokuto, you began to manipulate the glow on your hands. Slowly they began to form into small orbs. Akaashi stared with childlike wonder at the orbs encircling him with a silent dance. “The same day you met me, I was on some kind of mission. The bad guy we were after, his quirk was water. We managed to capture him but he shot some kind of smoke. I thought I got rid of everything.”

“But you didn’t?”

“I’m here now.” You shrugged and made the small orbs a bit bigger and even shifted their hues to the school’s colors. “I was about to be tested but then I experienced a massive migraine and then, poof, I woke up as your neighbor.”

Cautiously, Akaashi reached out for a tiny glowing orb. He watched as your eyes effortlessly commanded it to swirl around and land softly on to his palm. The warmth he felt from the small object was similar to when you would hold on to him.

“Is this what you can do? Manipulate light?”

“Here, the most I can do is to change a succulent’s properties.” You explained. “As long as the objects I want to manipulate are similar in terms of molecular structure, then I can change them into whatever I want. It is draining though.”

Putting two and two together, Akaashi could feel his chest tightening.

“So when you hold on to me…”

“I can’t explain it but somehow, touching you amplifies my quirk for a few percentages.” You hated yourself for telling him. Of course, your pride won. You couldn’t tell him that along the way, it wasn’t for your quirk anymore. It was more on the sense of comfort he gave you when he pulled you in a little closer. “The highest I can go is 35% but it’s painful to even use.”

“Oh.” Clenching his fists, his eyes landed on your soft features. After hearing everything, he was confused and unsure of what to do. All his life, he had things under control. He always managed to read and analyze things excruciatingly well. However, when he finally chose to let his feelings decide, it only ended up for the worst. All those small gestures he came to secretly love were nothing more than selfish acts.

But, he couldn’t get mad.

If it were him, he too, would’ve done the same thing.

“I know it sounds too good to be true or maybe the meat I ate had drugs in them,” You forced a smile. “But I can’t lie about this. I’m not from here, Akaashi. Not in this dimension at least.”

“How do you plan on going back?” The thought of not being able to see you again was enough to make him break eye contact and play with his fingers.

“I have no idea.” Holding onto his jacket, you pulled the cloth closer to hug your body. “But, if I were to be honest… I kinda like it here.”

“Oh yeah?” He could feel you trying to cheer him up.

“I miss my friends and family, I can’t help it.” You told him. Heat began spreading across your cheeks again. “But, I also found solace with the people here. My mom, my friends from UA, Fukurodani people, Bokuto-san especially.”

Akaashi felt an arrow hitting his chest. But the blush on your face made him question your words. Or maybe it was just his feelings clouding his judgement.

Asking him for his shirt, he handed it to you and watched as your fingers began to pull out the orangy liquid that had stained his shirt. Seeing how it evaporated into nothing, he was more than starstruck when he got his clean and dried shirt back.

“That’s amazing.” He praised your work.

“I told you, Akaashi.” You stood up and offered him a helping hand. When he accepted it, you pulled him till he collided with your smaller frame. “I’m the most interesting person here in this dimension~”

He’s read a lot of books about how pupils dilate when a person stares at someone they like. And he was sure that yours were. Feeling a bit brave, he snaked his arm around your waist. Seeing how you allowed him to pull you in even closer made his deadpan face turn slightly red.

“I never disagreed with your statement, (l/n).” He leaned in a bit closer. Feeling how you went on your tippy toes, he kept his hold firm to support you. When your eyes fell on to his lips, he felt relieved that the feeling was mutual.

“Do your teammates know you have this cheeky side?” Your heart was beating rapidly by now, Even if your quirk was effective, you enjoyed the high of being Akaashi Keiji’s focus. Letting go of his hand, you activated your quirk.

Akaashi’s breath hitched when he felt your warm hands running across his chest only to be wrapped by your arms to bring him even agonizingly slower.

“They may and they may not.” Brushing the tip of his nose against yours, he could feel the warmth of your breath on his lips. He couldn’t help but smirk at the turn of events. “May I?”

“You don’t have to ask....”

“AGHKAASHEEE!! (Y/N)-CHAN!!”

Pushing each other away, Akaashi quickly turned and gave all his attention to his bag. He was cursing how Bokuto chose to intrude at such an intimate and perfect time. Touching the burnt area of your shirt, you returned it back to its original state. Just as you handed the jacket back, the familiar head of gray and black appeared.

“Hey hey! You two are taking way too long!” Bokuto slapped Akaashi’s back. Used to his antics, Akaashi apologized for both of your sakes even though it wasn’t necessary. Squinting his owl like eyes, Bokuto tilted his head and pouted.

‘Nothing happened.’ Akaashi could tell that the spiker was onto something. But, if he looked back, nothing really did happen. And that itself was the problem.

‘Did I interrupt something?’ Bokuto’s eyes widened when he saw the slightly higher degree of awkwardness and some kind of tension in the room.

‘You did.’

Watching the two men having a moment, you couldn’t help but giggle. Now that the person you liked knew your biggest secret, you felt much more comfortable and open. Though, you were more than willing to give him time to absorb the information you had just given him. Yet, the mere fact that Akaashi was also feeling mutual made you a bit paranoid. The looming fear you kept at bay now crept closer and closer. What if your quirk would send you back?

Shaking the negativity away, you cleared your throat and told them that it was time to head back to the barbecue. Bokuto happily skipped his way out with his mouth drooling at the concept of eating again.

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a/n: so the confession finally happened :3 what do you think will happen next? feel free to ask me questions if you have any or if yall wanna be tagged :) take care and see you next week!

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fallingallin701 · 3 years

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Breathing

Pairing: Koutarou Bokuto x gn! Reader

Warnings: depressing thoughts, suicidal thoughts, please don’t read if this could trigger you, and know you can always talk to someone and reach out to me if you feel this way

Word count: 2.8k

Author’s note: This is my first Haikyuu! drabble, I hope I did a good job!

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Breathe in. Breathe out.

You had to remind yourself to take each breath in and to let it out. Otherwise, how could you relay on your body to do it, when each inhale made your aching muscles hurt just a bit more? You were scared that, if you were to stop consciously thinking about it, you would just stop.

Most of the days were good. It wasn’t like anything really triggered this. You had a stable, sometimes crazy family, you had friends, you had good grades, you had an amazing boyfriend. A groan ripped from your throat as you remembered Bokuto. Just yesterday, you had waited for him to finish practice, and the two of you went for some ice cream and walked around the city endlessly, the talk and laughter never stopping. Bokuto always had a way to make you smile and laugh. He was like a sun, that’s how you would describe him. Ball of energy and happiness, sometimes just his appearance was enough to brighten the room and lift everybody’s mood.

You were not shy, but certainly not as boisterous and extroverted as he was. People called you friendly, someone they could talk to so easily about their problems, and appreciated your calmness. But you only had a handful of friends, and your ideal Friday night was never going out for a party or doing something crazy, it was cuddling up in a blanket with a good book or a good movie, or perhaps, if inspiration hit you, your laptop, fingers typing furiously as words flew at the speed of million miles per hour in your head, making it hard to catch each one of them, making you shudder and squeal in excitement as an interesting moment arrives.

So why you? Why did someone like Koutarou pick you? You heard people wondering in the hallways, and those questions always swirled in your mind. One night, as you two sat on the roof of his house watching the clear sky, you decided to ask him that.

“You bring me peace,” he said, without an ounce of hesitation, like it is something that was obvious. “With you, I don’t have to pretend, I don’t have to hold back. You accept me, the way I am, and support me with so much passion- you don’t have to jump and yell for me to know that, I see it. You know me, inside and out, and accept me and love me. And that is something I would never give up.” He took your hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, before pulling you even closer. “Now, tell me, who gives the constellations their names, I just don’t see it. Can you show me again?”

With him, things felt right, they felt real. He never hesitated to show you or tell you just how much you mean to him. Never. That amount of unwavering stability and certainty was refreshing and something you needed so much. He made it hard not to trust him. He was always there to listen, always there to hear you out and try to help you.

But this, this was something you have yet to show him.

Truth to be told, it was worse before him, when this painful loneliness would swallow you whole and it hurt to move, and to breathe. When the hopelessness would wrap its cold boney hand around your throat and make your heart beat like a scared bird trapped inside a cage. When it all seemed hopeless and worthless, when you felt so exhausted and cold and alone, so worthless and good for nothing.

Everybody had insecurities, but yours have been taking control over you for a big part of your life, so much they would incapacitate you and cage you to the bed to wallow in your tears and fear. On days like these, you were afraid to go to the kitchen, scared of what might happen if you got a hold of a knife, scared of not being able to stop that same fear and hopelessness from doing something you knew you did not want to do.

Depression is a silent killer. It sneaks under your skin, and starts off as a few bad thoughts, which then turn into bad days and then into a whole week. It never helped your parents worked long hours and you were constantly alone at home. You tried to hide it, and even managed to control it for some time, forcing yourself to engage into club activities, going out, anything just to keep your mind busy and occupied. You even got a gym membership and went with Koutarou often, hoping that dealing with your body and making sure you were as healthy as one can be physically would improve your mood.

But then, slowly, everything just stopped bringing joy. You dropped club activities, one by one, stopped going out, started skipping workouts. Your concentration was barely there most of the days, and your grades took a spill down. The fear of failure was there- if there was something you were always good at, it was academics, but now, it seemed you were bad at it too.

A sob tore from your throat as you curled deeper into yourself, shaking despite not being cold. What did he see in you? You were good for nothing. You were hopeless, with no future ahead of you.

In the darkness of the room, your phone lit up. Without even looking, you knew it was Koutarou. It had to be the morning now, and you didn’t show up at school. He would usually wait for you at the gate to kiss you good morning and then walk you to your class, but you didn’t show up. You were thankful for the thick curtains you had, because you couldn’t face a sunny day, not in this mood.

In school, Bokuto’s mind was racing. The first period already started, and you weren’t there. Akaashi had dragged him into his classroom, but Bokuto asked your friends to text him if you showed up. Has he done something? Said something? Last night was so fun, with the two of you eating ice cream and then buying bread to feed the ducks at the pond, and when he left you at home and kissed you good night, you seemed fine. Should he have seen something? Was he missing some signals? The two of you had a very open communication, and never hesitated to speak about problems or let the other one know just how much they loved them. Were you sick? Were you hurt? Did you not love him anymore?

He wanted to run to your house so bad as the day went by, but he couldn’t miss another class, as another tardy or skipped class would end in him not being able to take exams and, consequently, not be able to play volleyball. His worry grew throughout the day, especially since you never even opened all the messages he sent. Your friends said you were probably having a headache so you skipped school, that he shouldn’t worry about it, but he knew you. You were the type of person to come to school with a fever, a headache would not stop you.

By the time it was his practice, he barely could jump, and if he did, he would miss the ball, or spike bad, and yet he could not even go further into a low mood, too worried about you to pout about missed spikes and tosses. It was so hard for anything to get done that Akaashi just suggested that they should end the practice, and the brunette could say with certainty that he had never seen Bokuto bolt out of the gym so fast.

Bokuto knew he had to see you. It was the only thing he knew. He changed quickly and made a quick dash to your house, only stopping by a convenience store to buy some candy, things he knew always cheered you up. Upon arriving at your house, he noticed all the blinds were closed, so he dialed your number again, wondering if you even were in the house. When you didn’t pick up again, he knocked a few times, barely able to stand in one place while he waited for you, but you never came. When ten minutes passed and you still hadn’t opened the door, he looked around, reaching under a plant to grab the spare key, letting himself into your house. He hated doing this, but his gut was telling him something was wrong and his gut was never wrong.

The house was dark, as you hadn’t opened any blinds, which was something he knew you did first thing in the morning. He took off his shoes and dropped his bag, calling your name softly. As he climbed up the stairs, he froze when he heard soft whimpers and sobs. Without thinking, he dashed to your room, expecting to see you hurt. And upon pushing your door open, he saw that you were hurt, but not in the way he immediately assumed.

Your eyes snapped open when the door pushed open, widening once you saw Bokuto there. “B-bo, what are you doing here?” you stuttered, and the heartbroken expression on his face not helping how you felt.

“You didn’t come to school and you weren’t answering anybody’s texts and I got worried something happened,” he said, approaching the bed slowly, kneeling before you and taking your hands. Your flushed, tear-stained face made his heart clench deeply. He had never seen you look like this. He had seen you upset, but this, this was another level.

You took a deep, shaky breath and sniffled. “I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” you said, wiping some tears away with your fist.

“Did something happen, baby?” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, his brows furrowed slightly as worry flashed through his golden eyes. More tears gathered in your eyes and you whimpered, but you shook your head. You knew you couldn’t explain it, not now.

His heart broke when he saw how sad you were. He wished he could do something to take it all away, make it so he was the one in pain. He could take it, and even if he couldn’t, he would suffer if it meant you were okay.

He squeezed your hands slowly, hoping to bring your attention to him. “What do you need me to do? Do..” he stopped, biting his lip, “do you want me to leave?” He couldn’t leave after seeing you like this, but he would if you needed it.

You shook your head frantically, the thought of him leaving now making another cold wave of loneliness wash over. “No, please don’t leave me,” you sobbed, unable to hold back the tears anymore, “Don’t leave me alone, please.”

Bokuto didn’t need you to tell him another word. He used one hand to loosen his tie and unbutton the first few buttons of his uniform before he crawled into the bed with you, leaning against the headboard and pulling you between his legs, letting you rest against his chest. His strong arms held you tight, rubbing soothing circles in your back as you sobbed. Each one broke his heart a little more, but he stayed strong. You needed him to be strong, so he would be.

He didn’t know how long you two stayed like that. He kept rubbing your back, kissing your hair, forehead, temple, cheek, hand, shoulder, anything he could reach, telling you that he was right here, that he loved you, that he wasn’t leaving you, ever. You cried, and would sometimes calm down, and he even managed to lull you into sleeping, the deep circles beneath your usually sparkling eyes making him feel bad for not running over sooner, volleyball and missed exams be damned.

After some time, he gently tilted your head up, fingers curling under your chin. He smiled softly, kissing your eyes and cheeks and forehead. “Would you feel up to some food, maybe? I promise I will stay here the whole time, but we need to get some food in your tummy,” he said, and though you did not feel like eating, you knew you had worried him enough, so you nodded.

Effortlessly, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and laying a few kisses along your shoulder as he brought you downstairs, grabbing the food he bought before sitting you down on the kitchen counter and pouring you a glass of water, which you drank thankfully. He didn’t know much in the kitchen, but he knew how to make a mean sandwich, so he did just thank, swearing to himself to make the best one yet.

The two of you ate in silence, you on the kitchen counter and Bokuto between your legs, close enough to soothe you and far away enough so you could eat in peace. Once you ate as much as you could, he pecked your cheek, telling you how proud he was of you, before putting the dishes away and washing them up quickly.

“I love you.”

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them, but seeing him like this, after all of this, your heart warmed.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, smiling widely.

“I love you more, baby. I am sorry for breaking in,” he said, wiping away his hands and coming up to you.

You shook your head. “No, Bo, it is my fault, I shouldn’t have worried you like this, I just… couldn’t help it,” you said softly and looked down at your knees. Your cheeks warmed when he kissed your forehead.

“You don’t get to apologise, okay?” he asked, bending down a bit to meet your eyes.

You nodded, and bit your lip. A deep sigh. Here we go.

“I am depressed. I didn’t get an official diagnosis, but that is it. It’s a family thing, a lot of women on my dad’s side of the family have it, and on days like these, I find it hard to breathe,” you said, your voice shaky, but your eyes were not tearful. “Everything just becomes too hard, and I feel so hopeless and worthless and alone. It is not that I am ungrateful for what I have, I love you and my friends and family, but everythinig has been getting so hard, and too much. I have been almost failing my classes and I have been missing our workouts and I have no energy for anything.”

Bokuto listened carefully, nodding along.

“Have you talked to your family about this? Do you think that maybe seeing a doctor could help?” he asked carefully, not wanting to cross a line or offend you.

“I haven’t, they are just so busy and I don’t want to bother them,” you admitted and Bokuto nodded.

“I am not the smartest person in the world,” he shushed you when you opened your mouth to speak,” and I don’t know much about depression, but what I do know is that you mean the absolute world to me. You are the brightest star in my life. You are so charming, so sweet, so grounded and the most supportive person I have ever met. If there is anyone in our school who makes it big, it’s you. Do you know how smart you are? How funny you are? How stunningly beautiful you are? Do you know how much of a better person you make me, every day? You are supportive and caring and so damn beautiful, every single thing about you is beautiful, and I hate to see you in pain. Thank you for trusting me with this. Thank you for letting me see you like this. I promise I will stay by your side, okay? We don’t have to talk, I will be here, just holding you. Or we can talk, whatever you want, we can do. A lot of things are uncertain and life is tricky, but I promise to stay by your side, and I will remind you how much I love you every single day, just like you do to me. And when it gets hard to breathe, I will be here, breathing with you,” he smiled softly, his thumb caressing your cheek before he brought you in for a hug, and this time, the tears streaming down your face were those of happiness.

This didn’t make things magically better, and you knew one hell of a dark, taunting road was ahead of you. But with your little sun by your side, holding your hand, it certainly seemed possible.

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script-nef · 4 years

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Your Kisses Makes It Go NEON | Hinata Shouyou

Inspiration: [NEON — DPR LIVE]

Category: fluff

5.7k words; colours decorate your time with Hinata

Very late birthday present for our ray of sunshine. Sorry ;^;

When Hinata thinks about you, he remembers colours.

He met you only a few months after arriving in Japan. Bokuto was going on about a bar he frequents with Akaashi, exclaiming how “the atmosphere is really relaxing and comfortable! You could spend 2 hours there and it would only feel like a few minutes have passed! Also the bartender there is a really cute girl and she’s super sweet! Her drinks are incredible!"

Hinata was never fond of alcoholic drinks—they tasted weird and had a gross aftertaste—but accepted the offer at the promise of non-alcoholic ones. (He later realises this is one of the best decisions he made in his life.)

Which was why the normally rambunctious group sat quietly—well, not that quiet. That was impossible with the combination of Bokuto and Hinata, but they tried at least—at the counter, as they skimmed through the menu filled with pictures of multi-coloured drinks. Some of the drinks had such bizarre names (Hinata’s face exploded with red when he read "Sex on the Beach” because what kind of a drink is that?) and none of them looked particularly appealing.

A soft tap on the shoulder shook Hinata out of his contemplation, and he was met with the softest eyes when he looked up. You smiled at him.

"Do you need help choosing?“

He couldn’t answer that properly.

The blue top you wore suited you perfectly, a toned-down yet vibrant colour. It contrasted against the deep red of the wallpapers, and the dim lighting made you glow almost ethereal. It somehow felt like you belonged there, like you were the centrepiece.

You snapped him out of his reverie by explaining various drinks to him, what the ingredients were and how strong it was, trying to figure out what type of drink he wanted. Which was nice of you, and he really appreciated it, but he couldn’t understand anything other than the sound of your voice.

He heard pink—soft, warm, soothing and so, so sweet—and it drowned out everything else. His teammates bickering and trying to grab your attention, the mellow classical music in the background, even his own heartbeat. It was all dissipating, leaving just you and him in a bubble of calm.

And he couldn’t help but hope to hear your voice every day.

Hinata started frequenting your bar. ("My cousin’s the actual owner.” You told him on his third visit. “But I helped him decorate, so I feel like it’s mine as well.”) He still doesn’t like alcohol and you laughed when he described the tastes. He then realised that it was rude to complain about it to a bartender and began apologising profusely, but you just waved it off.

"It’s okay, not everyone likes the same things. There’s a wide variety of non-alcoholic drinks for you to enjoy. Like this one.“ You slid a mocktail over, and he beamed before sipping away at the yellow drink. The flavours burst on his tongue, and words could never fully encompass these sensations. A zesty explosion which reminded him of the beach and his experience in Brazil. Hinata sometimes wondered if you were a witch. Surely an ordinary person couldn’t evoke so many memories and emotions from a mere drink.

He couldn’t stop himself as he let out a content sigh, his face morphing into that of utter bliss. Every drink you made was yellow or orange, as vibrant as the sun and somehow tasted like them too. He asked you about it and you just giggled in response.

"It’s because you remind me of the sunshine, Hinata-san. You have an unbelievable amount of energy and unbridled happiness, it’s hard not to think of it when I look at you. Whenever you visit, I feel like I’m getting a vitamin D boost and it gets me through the next few days. And… the fact that your hair is orange really solidifies the image.”

He moved to touch his hair almost self-consciously, but you stopped him in his tracks by blurting out, “It suits you! Your hair, I mean. It helps you stand out in your matches and… you look adorable."

That stopped Hinata in his tracks. You looked away from him, cheeks dusted with red as you cleaned a cup. Hinata’s brain started spinning faster than ever. She just called me cute. No, wait, it was adorable but they’re synonyms. She just said I’m cute. And she watches our matches! Oh God, that means she watched all those times I couldn’t receive the ball properly. The insanely nice and pretty girl has seen some of my worst moments on the court.

"Do you… watch our games, [Surname]-san?” Hinata asked tentatively. Oh God, what if she watched the one where I fell over after I tried to receive it or the match against Inarizaki when I forgot to hit the ball?

"Just some of them. Bokuto-san kept on asking me to watch him play and… I gave in when you came. I kind of got hooked onto it after watching you, Hinata-san.“ With that, you scurried off by using another customer as an excuse, whispering a soft "excuse me”. He watched you walk away, gaining the courage to finally do what he should have done weeks ago.

You came back by the time his drink was finished, a smile replacing the blush and asking if the drink was to his taste. He replied the same way as always, “All your drinks are delicious!”

That never failed to put a smile on your face. A small grin bloomed, and Hinata took this as an opportunity.

"[Surname]-san, I wanted to ask if you were busy this Saturday? I recently found this place called Aobayama Botanical Gardens nearby and you said you like this sort of stuff, so I was wondering if you would like to come.“ Your eyes widened at that. Is he… asking me out? No, wait, don’t get ahead of yourself. Because, surely, this amazingly friendly and loveable national-level athlete would choose to spend his time with someone equally talented and amazing, right? But Hinata’s eyes were full of determination and hope, so much that it pushed you to confront your feelings as well.

"I would be delighted to take you up on that offer.” You quickly grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled your number onto it. “Here’s my number. I’m free in the mornings, so… just give me a time, I guess."

As he stumbled out of the bar, Hinata couldn’t stop the excitement and anticipation bubbling throughout his veins, amazed at how easy that was. He let out a whoop that echoed throughout the street and ran home, desperately wishing time would flow faster.

His stomach was warm and fuzzy, and it really did feel like he drank the sun.

The 5th "date” (not officially though, since neither of you ever called it that) to a park had been cut short due to sudden downpour.

"Hinata, it’s okay if you get water on the floor! Get inside and close the door!“ Hinata hurriedly locked the door, glad to be out of the freezing shower and fierce wind. He slowly walked through the apartment, mumbling "excuse me” to no one as you were currently running around, trying to clean up and turn on the heating. A sneeze escaped him.

"Hinata, are you okay?“ You reached for his arm, only to recoil at the contact. "You’re freezing! You’ll get a cold at this rate.” You pulled him towards the bathroom, picking up some towels along the way. He was left standing on a mat in the bathroom while you ran off again. He looked around the room, taking in the details. There were small plants on the windowsill and various cosmetics littering the sink. The room smelled like you. …That was weird. Ugh, I shouldn’t be thinking that!

You came back holding a pile of clothing. “It’s my cousin’s, I don’t know if it’ll fit you though. It’s all been cleaned recently so don’t worry about that. Take a shower and I’ll have something warm ready by the time you’re done.” He opened his mouth to say “thank you”, but all that came out was another sneeze. You let out a soft shriek. “Shower! Now, Hinata! You’re an athlete, you can’t be sick!” You slammed the door on your way out.

—

The clothes fit him fine. When he came out, you were in the kitchen, stirring a cup.

"Ah, Hinata. Here you go, hot chocolate and some snacks. Sorry, but I have to go and shower as well. You can watch TV or read my books.“ You disappeared into your room, his calls of "You should have showered first! Thank you!” echoing in the hallway. He took a sip, enjoying the warmth travelling down his throat.

He scanned the house, immediately noticing the incredible amount of greenery you had on display and tucked in corners. Small slivers of light from the windows reflected off the leaves and basked the room in a soft green tone. There were a few he remembered from your trips to various gardens, (probably because he hung from your words like they were the most interesting information on earth) and some he couldn’t. He knew you would be able to recite the name, scientific name, meaning and other interesting facts as soon as he asked. You had an avid fascination for flora and alcoholic drinks, which was usually an odd combination but it suited you perfectly.

You came out soon, changed into comfortable sleepwear, and saw him stroking a leaf. It felt kind of weird, having your crush in your house. It’s not like it was hard for Hinata to creep his way into your heart, what with his brilliant smile and incessant energy. He was genuinely interested in everything you said even if it was trivial, like what you had for lunch or rowdy customers who are a pain. And you desperately wanted to let him into your life, to confess your affections for him. But what if you gave him your heart and it ends like last time? Hinata won’t do that, but… That’s what I thought before as well… No! Nope, let’s not think about that. You opted to sneak behind the unsuspecting boy, pushing the thoughts into a corner of your mind.

"That’s a Chinese money plant.“ Hinata shrieked at your sudden presence behind him. ”Pilea peperomioides, but I find the name pancake plant cuter. Come here, you need to dry your hair off. Can’t have you getting sick with a match next month.“ You sat on the sofa while he sat on the floor in front of you, giving full access to his damp mop of hair.

You rubbed at it gently with a fresh towel, admiring the orange locks. It became fluffy and bouncy so quickly. You loved it.

“[Surname]-chan?” You hummed. “Can I ask why you have so many plants?” Your hands stopped moving against his hair at that, and Hinata stiffened as well. It was only for a split second though, and you continued your ministrations.

“I like taking care of them, I guess. I used to date this person… and uh, it didn’t end that well. They weren’t that good of a person, let alone a partner. They just kept saying how lucky I was to be with them and that no-one else would love me… How much they hated my voice… But my cousin, the one that owns the bar, he helped me move over here away from them. He also introduced me to plant therapy to help me and well… It got out of hand, I guess.” You let out a soft chuckle, but it was laced with sadness and regret. “I’m sorry, this is a depressing topic, isn’t it? You don’t have to listen to all of my rambling, just forget about this.”

“I love you!” You looked down at him in surprise. Hinata’s face heated up, mouth set into a determined grin in order to not show how much he’s embarrassed by his sudden outburst. He clambered onto the sofa, gripping both of your hand tightly in his. “[Surname]-chan, don’t ever think or listen to anyone like that! I know we met only half a year ago, but you are one of the most kind and understanding and enthusiastic and strong person I have ever seen! These plants symbolise your strength and hope for a better future, so who cares if you have fifty or a hundred? You deserve the world and everything in it, and I…” He paused, squeezing your hands even tighter. “I love you! I’ve liked you since we met for the first time at your bar, my heart just stopped when I first saw you and all I could think when you talked to me was how much I love your voice!”

Hinata’s face was absolutely ablaze now, red covering every inch of his skin, but his steady gaze was filled with nothing but sincerity. “It’s getting repetitive but I really, really love you! And I… I want you to know that I would never treat you like that, and I’ll always tell you how much you brighten up my day by just texting me, or how cute your unending enthusiasm for your plants are. So… if you’re willing to trust me… will you go out with me?” The blushing settled down and Hinata’s lips were trembling slightly, fearing for the worst.

You were quiet, blinking owlishly at him. Seconds, which felt more like hours to Hinata, ticked past and silence continued. Hinata’s burst of confidence started to shrivel at your lack of response. Ah, maybe… maybe I’m too fast. She’s not comfortable and I’m pushing her too far! He retracted his hands from yours, moving away from the sofa.

“[Surname]-chan, I’m sorry, I’ll lea-”

“Wait!” You grabbed onto his hand, pulling him back onto the sofa. He fell with a soft “oof” and you crawled over to him. “Yes.” He stared at you.

“…Yes?” You nodded firmly, lips quirking into a delighted smile.

“Yes.”

Hinata froze for a moment before exploding into a happy squeal, arms wrapping around you and giggling into your neck. You wound your arms around his body as well, nudging your nose into the side of his face. Peals of laughter escaped from your lips. You could feel his heart thudding rapidly against your chest.

He pulled back to cover your cheeks with his hands before squealing delightedly once more and peppered kisses onto your face.

“Ahhh I’m so happy [Name]-chan!! I swear I’ll be the bestest boyfriend you’ve ever had!!”

And you don’t doubt him.

Cheers echoed throughout the stadium as Hinata spiked down the last point needed for the set and the game. His team crowded around him, with the exception of Sakusa, congratulating each other for another win. Hinata escaped from all the head rubs and back pats, eyes shifting to where you sat. You waved upon eye contact, yelling something out which was muted under everyone else’s screams.

His heart swelled, thudding hard against his chest and about to escape through his mouth. He put the sensation on pause, remembering to show his respect to the opposing team and to respond to various reporters. He really tried to give a coherent reply to the interviewer’s questions. He really did. But the amount of energy in him even after playing five full sets was threatening to explode at the thought of you.

The reporter finally thanked him for his time and Hinata wasted no time after bowing and rushed to you. He leapt over the small barricade and engulfed you in his arms, enjoying the feel of your skin and the smell of your perfume. People clamoured around you two, surprised the star player would suddenly barge into the crowd. He heard his teammates whistling cheekily, probably taking pictures to embarrass him later. But you were more important right now.

You ripped yourself away from his grasp, delight and amazement in your eyes. "Shouyou! Oh my god, that was so amazing how you spiked it down and wow, the videos don’t do you any justice at all! My eyes could barely follow you from all your running and jumping!” You babbled on about his performance, thanking him repeatedly for the ticket. He beamed so brilliantly, it was nearly blinding.

“Thanks, [Name]-chan! I’m so glad you came to watch!” And also that I didn’t make any mistakes in front of you. Hinata honestly thought he would shrivel in shame if he made a reckless mistake—such as the one a few months ago, when he stumbled over nothing and didn’t make it in time for the spike. (You commented about it a few days ago. He was mortified that his girlfriend—he still can’t believe you’re his girlfriend—saw such an embarrassing moment.)

You had shined brightly under the stadium lights, contrasting the black top with black slacks you were wearing. “It’s because I’m rooting for your team!” You said that just before the match, grasping his hand in yours. You hadn’t wished him good luck, “because I know you’re going to win this, Shouyou! You don’t need luck!” His heart rate had skyrocketed at your confidence in him, giving him the extra adrenaline to win the game 3:2. Even the commentators had noticed the excess energy he had, but it had been kind of obvious since he was jumping around everywhere without a break and didn’t look tired at all.

Ah, I love her so much. The thought filled Hinata’s head. He heard his teammates calling for him, yelling that he needed to change out of his sweaty uniform, but it felt like his limbs were physically attached to you. He just wanted to stay in this moment, high on adrenaline and your love for him. You gently pried him off, promising to meet him at the entrance of the stadium so you could finish the day with a date.

He nodded gleefully, taking one last look at you before, very reluctantly, detaching himself from you. He noticed the red lipstick you were wearing, the one he bought for you last week because yours had broken the day before. It took him the whole day with Yachi because there were so many shades and tones and something called hues? He didn’t even understand half of them, but he tried his best to find one which was a similar colour to your previous one. The smile on your face when he presented it to you was worth floundering around for the whole day.

You wore it constantly and Hinata was delighted that it suited your taste so well. Just as he was about to walk away, he turned back to quickly press a kiss onto your lips, taking some of the makeup when he pulled away. The whole stadium, spectators and players alike, gawked at his action, many blushing at the PDA and others squealing.

Your face burst into a flaming red as Hinata casually walked away, like he didn’t just kiss you. On camera. Which is live right now. Like literally, right now. In front of thousands of people and probably thousands more on the other sides of countless monitors.

Hundreds of articles and reports were made, headlines congratulating the Black Jackals for another win while displaying his beaming face with smudges of red on his lips. You could be seen in the background, crouching with your face buried in your hands.

(You reprimanded him severely for his actions, but more kisses being poured onto your lips cut it short.)

Shouyou loves your enthusiasm for celebrating special occasions. Christmas, Cherry Blossom Festival, New Year’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Obon. You once took a day off and whisked him off to Sapporo for the Snow Festival. He treasures the memory of your amazed face admiring the snow sculptures. He tried to make one for you but it ended up as a misshapen lump of ice. A photograph you managed to snap before it melted in his palm is pinned onto the large cork board in the living room.

But your favourite celebration by far is Halloween, or “All Hallow’s Eve, the beginning of Allhallowtide and the day to remember the dead! AKA the perfect day to stuff myself with sweets and pumpkin pies with no one to say anything to me!” as you called it. He video-taped the second time you repeated the grand announcement, giggling at your theatrics. Halloween always brought out your inner silliness.

The third Halloween together was no different. He returned home from his training to be met with cobwebs and cutout bats decorating the walls, illuminated by candles lining the shelves and cupboards. Sweet and savoury smells assaulted his nose and you peeked out from the kitchen.

“Shouyou? You’re back earlier than I thought. Come on, and watch the candles, I made a Halloween themed dinner!” The table was packed with different foods, which was… unsettling, at least to others. A bowl of pasta topped off with eyeball meatballs, a blood-red beef stew, chicken soup with pastry hands hanging out… Shouyou remembered his first Halloween with you, when he nearly fainted. But he learnt the charm of Halloween thanks to your overflowing interest in the day and now he loves it as much as you.

“This looks amazing, [Name]-chan!” He noticed your costume—a long, flowing black dress and an equally dark cape hung off your shoulder. The ensemble was topped off with a crooked hat. “A witch! Aw, you’re so pretty.” You pecked him on the lips.

“Correct and thank you. Your costume is in the bedroom, Shou-chan.” He perked up at that, dashing to the room after returning your kiss. He returned soon with his outfit: a white shirt tucked underneath a red corset along with black slacks and a black cape, just like yours.

“[Name]-chan, it’s like a couple’s outfit!” He swished the cape around, flapping it like wings while running around the room. “I could be your bat familiar!”

“Shouyou.” You had a reprimanding scowl on. “You’re making dust fly around. It’s going to go on the food!” He stopped with a “Sorry!” and took his seat on the small dining table, mouth watering at the sight. While other friends might be put off due to the visuals of your creation, nothing mattered to Shouyou other than your efforts and the taste. Which is always phenomenal.

You took a seat opposite of him, laying down mason jars filled with red liquids and eyeballs for the both of you. A chorus of “Itadakimasu!” rang through the house as you both dug into the food.

Shouyou let out an unidentifiable noise of at the perfectly prepared dinner. He shovelled different pieces of food in, uncaring of his table manners. You laughed and reached over to wipe his mouth. Mid-way through the meal, he grumbled in annoyance as the cape collar kept poking him in the cheek and opted to remove it for the time being. Then the corset, even though it was supposed to be loose, as it was pushing down on his stomach.

By the time he tapped out, half the food on the table was finished and moans of “I can’t… eat… anymore…” escaped him and you giggled in response. His dramatics never ceased to amuse you.

“Shou-chan, help me clean the table please. We have to finish one last activity before turning in for the night.” He replied in groans. “Shou-chan! I promise you’re going to love this, but I need you to help me. Come on, just wrap them up and move them to the fridge, please.” He reluctantly lifted his head from the table and followed your orders, carefully sealing the dishes off.

By the time he moved all the food, the table was covered with spare newspapers and a huge pumpkin was laid on top of it. He gasped at the sight, realisation dawning on him. “Are we making a jack-o’-lantern?!” When you nodded in confirmation, a shriek of delight left him. You immediately calmed him down, reminding him that this is an apartment and people can hear him. It did nothing to stop his energy.

“Shou-chan, you do know that this requires knife work and I can’t give it to you if you’re this fidgety, right?” That seemed to work. He immediately stopped his restlessness, giving you puppy eyes as if to say “I won’t misbehave”. You knew it wouldn’t even last for 5 minutes.

The process of pumpkin carving actually turns out to be quite easy and smooth-sailing despite Shouyou’s absolute lack of self-control and abundance of impulsiveness. He would have eaten all of the scooped out pumpkin fillings if you didn’t stop him in time. Instead, it was dropped into your pot for a “special dish”. While it simmered on the stove, you took over to carve the face out of the pumpkin as you won the argument of “who has steadier hands and better carving skills”. Your boyfriend seemed content enough trying to pick the right candle to place inside.

“Ta-da! Done! And done quite well if I say so myself.” Shouyou looked up from his collection of candles and smiled brilliantly at your handiwork. It was a crow, its wings outstretched like it was soaring through the sky. “Do you like it? I remembered you saying your high-school team’s symbol was a crow so… I practised making it perf—”

He pulled your body into his, gripping tightly as if you were going to dissipate away. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. I don’t understand how lucky I am to have you… I love you so much [Name]-chan. So, so much.” He mumbled against your neck. You chuckled softly and ran your fingers through his hair.

“It’s the same for me, Shouyou. I’m fortunate to have you brighten up my life, to have someone like you love me.”

A candle was dropped into the finished pumpkin, the light orange light enveloping the two of you as you cuddled on the sofa. Confessions of love drifted through the air as your lips pressed against his repeatedly, something gentle and warm unfurling between your hearts.

You couldn’t ask for anything more.

Shouyou received three months of paid leave. It was to help him recover from his (“slightly!”) sprained wrist and also for his non-stop involvements in all the matches so far. Fans wanted to plead for him to take a break every now and then, but seeing his joyful face on the court made them swallow down their complaints. So when the notice of his brief leave became official, the comment section was filled with encouragements and “have fun with your girlfriend!”

Which was why he planned three months’ worth of travelling—from Japan to South Korea to Iran to Russia to Poland to Italy to France to the US to Brazil to Argentina and back—with you accompanying him. You gladly accepted his invitation, full of anticipation at exploring through the various countries. You asked about the odd destination choices, which he replied with a mumble of “…they have high-ranking volleyball teams.” His enthusiasm for the sport, even when he was injured, never ceased to amaze you.

“I’m glad you’re making the most of this time, Shou.” Your fingers carded through his hair while rubbing it dry. This became one of his favourite activities with you, other than snuggling and kissing. Or sleeping together. Or getting into tickle fights. Or eating together. (He just loves everything he does with you.)

“Yep! This will be an amazing opportunity to see all the other athletes! I already called them and they all said yes! But… are you fine with it?” He peeked up from his spot underneath you. “I want you to enjoy this trip as well, not just because I’m forcing you to come with me.” You smiled and placed a kiss on his nose.

“Of course I’m fine, Shou. As long as you don’t leave me alone the whole time for volleyball, I guess.” He spluttered an “Of course not! I’ll only watch them for a couple of hours, all the rest of our time can be used for sight-seeing! I bet this trip is going to be life-changing!”

And it was. Shouyou’s mornings were spent in various stadiums, eyes digging into each player’s forms like a hawk. Turning practice match offers down was practically torture for him, but he couldn’t play against them to due to his injury. When his thoughts of “I can play just this once!” surfaced, his promise with you of “no playing until your finger is fully healed” interrupted him. And he would sooner die than ever break a promise with you.

He would then return to the hotel around lunch to cuddle and share a meal with you. You would be stuck in the bed due to jet lag—how Shouyou managed to be so unaffected when you were half-dead is a mystery—but a few kisses and you would be as wide awake.

The afternoon was used to explore the city, ranging from famous land-marks to small eateries which was recommended to him via comments. (His fans around the world were so helpful.) He held your hand as you weaved through the streets and squeezed through large crowds, gripping firmly as if to say “I’m never letting you go.” Small souvenirs were bought by sets and hundreds of photos were taken to be weeded through and uploaded onto social media. Each city in each country was scouted the same way, and it was honestly paradise on Earth.

“Shou, there’s somewhere I want to go.” You whispered to him on the last night of your stay in Brazil. He moved so that he would be laying at eye-level to you, his body pressing onto yours. “It might mess up the schedule a bit, but there’s somewhere I really, really want to go. It’ll only take a day out of our stay in Argentina.” Your eyes sparkled despite the darkness of the night. “Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

—

The tour bus was comfier than you expected, gliding across the paved road in the middle of nowhere. Shouyou slept soundly next to you, face half-covered with thick blankets and fluffy pillows. You pulled a hand out from your cocoon of warmth, gently tracing his facial features. His serene face was rare, even when he was sleeping as it normally contorted to match whatever dreams he was having.

A wave of affection washed over you, threatening to drown your senses. Ah, how did I get so lucky? To be with someone this kind, this understanding and this loving. You placed a small kiss on his lips, jostling him awake as the bus slowed down to a stop. He let out a yawn, noticing the proximity of your face to him and gave you a quick peck.

“[Name]-chan? Why have we stopped?” The driver turned on weak lights, awakening other passengers as well. Shouyou leapt up from his seat, grabbing his jumper and yours at the driver’s words. “We’re here! Come on, we need to go!” Your eyes lit up in delight as you took his hand, bounding out of the bus.

The wide expanse of Uyuni’s salt flat greeted you. The night sky was clear, illuminated by the Milky Way and its countless stars. The usually dry plain was wet thanks to a timely shower a couple of hours ago, reflecting the lights off the crystalline ground like an enormous mirror.

The heavy smell of salt assaulted your nose as you stepped onto the ground, softly cracking as you walked on it. Shouyou was right next to you, eye glimmering at the ineffable sight before him. You ventured to the middle of the plain, leaving the gasps of delight and bewilderment of other travellers.

The violet sky was everywhere, underneath your feet and above you. Shouyou caught up, hugging you from behind and squeezing softly.

“I understand why you wanted to come. This is beyond beautiful.” He whispered into your ear, eyes gazing off into the distance. You nodded softly. It felt right, underneath the spotless sky and in the arms of your lover. This is the moment.

Shouyou ripped his arms off of your body at the sensation on his finger. A gold band sat on his finger, glimmering in the starlight. He gaped at it, eyes wide in astonishment. His mouth repeated to open and close, unable to find the correct words as his mind went blank.

“[Name]-chan?! What’s this?!” He shrieked at you, finally finding his voice. “Wh-what what. What. Am I dreaming? Did you just- is this-” You laughed at his flustered state, falling into his embrace while he didn’t take his eyes off the piece of jewellery.

“Yes, Shouyou. It is.” You held him at arm’s length, a hand cupped on his cheek. “The last 5 years with you were… indescribable. You never stopped showering me with affection, always made me feel loved and accepted me for who I am. I never felt neglected despite your constant absence for volleyball… if anything, you motivated me with your endless enthusiasm for the sport. I can’t imagine what my life would have been like if I hadn’t met you, nor one without you.” You smiled softly, wiping the tears trickling down his cheeks. “So, Hinata Shouyou—the love of my life, my heart and soul—will you marry me?”

Dry heaving and shuddering cries left his mouth as he nodded, broken declarations of love and “yes” mumbled against your lips in between hitched gasps for air. You kissed him back, giggling at his unending affection.

“I’ll… I’ll do my best to make you happy for— for the rest of your life.”

“I know you will, my love. I will too.”

Life changing trip indeed.

blue,

pink,

yellow,

green,

red,

orange,

violet,

you.

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hogwarts school of sorcery and sweethearts

✨pairing : magic!kuroo x magic!reader ✨genre: angst then fluff ✨tw: light swearing, bullying ✨ insp: night changes — 1D, 18 — 1D, Somebody to You — The Vamps, The Gifted (if y’all watch ep 5 and 7 y’all know what i’m gonna write abt) ✨ wc: 6.5k i rlly don’t know how it got to be this long it just... did. lest those plot holes come for my ass. ✨ uwu i officially graduated last week. they leech rally made us sit in front of our computers and graduate like? so damn cringy tho. but now it’s school admission season and you know what that means? a lotta stress as my grades try to get into a good school. TT

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢: 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 (𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢𝐢: 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢: 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Sorceress Saeko’s Guide To Potent Potions:

The Babbling Potion is an extremely inebriating potion that, as stated in its name, causes the consumer to spout lies. Each and every statement said by the user under this potion’s effect is a complete and utter lie — according to the user’s knowledge of course. It is said that the Muggle tale of Pinnochio was inspired by a wizard who accidentally poured several drops of the potion onto an enchanted doll.

Effects last for 72 hours, or until an Antidote is administered. For safety reasons, ingredients are kept confidential unless under emergency. Recipe for the Antidote is as below:

(For one person)

5 leech stomachs

Petals of the Laughing LIly (crushed finely)

Ginger ale

Root of Bubotuber Plant

Mandrake shavings

MIx together in a cauldron for two hours until brilliant orange. Stir with your wand counterclockwise for one hour, then set to simmer. When done, it should resemble the scent and taste of Pumpkin Juice.

Kuroo always marched into the war armored to the teeth with plans. Every action he did always had a clear intention behind it and was well thought out, with all the consequences and alternatives mapped out. Even the most trivial of things. Kuroo wouldn’t argue that the situation in question was as far from trivial as it could get, but he digresses. Which is what landed Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kenma standing over a fretting Kuroo.

“If you like (Y/N) so much, just say it to (Y/N)’s face, Kuroo!” Bokuto said. Kuroo gives him a sour look. Kuroo’s normally calm and suave front was reduced to a boy fiddling with his wan with pursed lips. Occasionally, bright red sparks popped out from the end of his wand, nearly obliterating a vase on top of the fireplace.

“Heh. You go up to that pretty third-year you saw last week and tell her that you like her, go on,” Kuroo egged.

“Well now that you put it that way…” Bokuto’s hair deflated along with his ego.

“Then what’s the point of you making these…” Akaashi gestured to the wads of parchment over the covers of Kuroos’ four poster. Some of them were complete with the red circles and arrows unique to Gryffindor Quidditch captains. They flitted around the parchment, akin to the moving pictures that were the norm in the wizarding world. “Battle plans?”

Kuroo chuckled. “Battle plans,” he muttered. “You’re right there, Akaashi.”

“Bokuto has a point though, Kuroo,” Akaashi said. He looked at a piece of parchment and threw it away in disgust.

“I do?” Bokuto asked. His eyes became starry again. The hair that once laid low with shame and insecurity now promptly stood proudly again.

“No use making it long and complicated if she’s just going to reject you in the end,” Akaashi said. His tone made Kuroo’s heart clench a bit at how honest Akaashi was being.

“Well yes, but when we’re dating, I don’t want to hear (Y/N) complaining about how un-thought out it was!” Kuroo said.

“Now you’re just thinking too far,” Kenma piped up from his spot on the chair. “You’ve been friends for six months Kuroo,” he went back to his book, “stay in your lane.”

Kuroo scoffed defensively. “We’re quite good friends, I’ll say!” Bokuto stifled a laugh, while Akashi snorted openly next to Bokuto.

“Go to sleep, you all.” Kuroo swiped all of the strewn parchment from the bed and stacked it onto his nightstand. “I need to think about this by myself.”

Kuroo laid on his four poster, mind amuck with thoughts and complications. Both the dark outside and the dark in his mind left him more confused than ever. Now that he had become better friends with you, he had a slightly closer view of all your thought processes, all your likes and dislikes.

You liked Herbology and magical plants. Should he do it in the greenhouse? No, you had been there too many times for it to have any special meaning to you. Not to mention that he wouldn’t want to do it while soiled in Mandrake piss. Kuroo shuddered at the thought.

The common room? Too many people that could walk in. An empty classroom? Too suggestive.

Kuroo sat up on his bed. Everyone had fallen fast asleep, Bokuto snoring the loudest out of the four. Kuroo slumped back down on the bed before catching sight of the bulletin board in his room. Besides the parchment of Quidditch moves and formations, there was a moving photo of the four of them.

Crude mustaches were drawn over their magical lips. A magical doodle of a flying Bokuto was scribbled in the corner, flying around the photo’s sky. Even the pictures were asleep. Not Kuroo’s. His was still awake.

Kuroo’s photo looked at the real version of him. The photo couldn’t talk, but Photo Kuroo looked at real Kuroo expectantly. Kind of like he was asking ‘What are you going to do now?’

Not bearing to lock eyes with the photo, Kuroo found himself looking at the schedule he had for tomorrow. Potions first thing in the morning. Ugh, he had to deal with Snape again. After Slytherin’s defeat against Gryffindor a few days ago, their head of house would be even more bitter than he already was toward the innocent Gryffindors. There were even rumors that next morning’s pumpkin juice would be laced with Draught of the Living Death or Babbling Potion. Kuroo shuddered.

Potions was followed by History of Magic, Arithmancy, Charms, and Astronomy. His mind went silent for a little while, concocting an all-new plan.

Maybe something could be arranged.

Kuroo walked into breakfast the day after that with a spring in his step, the hair on his head finally seeming to bend to his will. The rest of the Gryffindors gagged at the 180 his appearance had taken on.. Had their mouths been anymore agape, they would have been the gargoyles that stood proudly on Hogwarts front gates.

“Top of the morning to you all, fine gentlemen,” Kuroo said. Akaashi and Kenma exchanged a look.

“Game day, huh?” Akaashi asked. Kuroo nodded, grinning from ear to ear. Kenma pursed his lips.

“Astronomy Tower, right after classes.”

“Really? Good luck, bro!” Bokuto says. He clapped Kuroo on the back.

From the tip of his wand, Kuroo conjured a sticky white liquid and proceeded to slather it all over his hair. It was hair gel, Kenma realised. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows made it shimmer in Kuroo’s onyx locks. “I look fine, right?” Kuroo asked. Kenma could only nod half-heartedly.

Kuroo tapped his fingers on the wooden tables. He gritted his teeth. “You’re going to be fine, Kuroo,” Kenma says. He smiles a little at his friend's concern over confessing.

“Yeah, I think (Y/N) has a thing for you too Kuroo,” Bokuto says. Kuroo furrowed his eyebrows.

“You sure?”

“Don’t let those battle plans go to waste, man.” Kuroo laughs at the support his friends are giving him. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of his head that something, something is just going to go wrong. Then again, he gets that feeling every time he has a game. But they’ve won a majority of those games, so he chalks it up to nerves.

Kuroo reached for a pitcher of pumpkin juice that no one had touched before. He took a sniff before furrowing his eyebrows. “Does the pumpkin juice smell a little off to you today?” Kenma shrugged. Kuroo poured some in his goblet anyways.

Kenma was the first one to see it coming. He was sitting opposite the Slytherin Quidditch team, so he had a bird’s eye view of their actions. A glint in Miya Atsumu’s eyes, Daishou’s curl of the lips, and the scent from the pitcher akin to unicorn poop; sickly sweet but could kill a man if inhaled directly.

“Don’t drink—” Kenma started, but the gulp in Kuroo’s throat makes any of his actions futile. Kenma is half-standing, one arm raised to keep the goblet from touching his lips, but it’s too late. Akaashi and Bokuto look at Kenma like he’s swallowed a hedge of Gillyweed.

“The pumpkin juice today tastes amazing, doesn’t it?” Kuroo said. He set the goblet down like nothing was wrong. “Do you guys have any plans for later? I’m free tonight, so let’s all sneak out to Hogsmeade if you—”

Kenma snatches the goblet from Kuroo and puts it to his nose. The scents of Bubotuber pus and lily roots sting his nose. A waterfall of regret and shock crashes over the rocks that are Kenma’s heart. He shoves the goblet toward Akaashi, who does the same thing. They exchange grave looks before looking at Kuroo.

“Guys?” Kuroo and Bokuto ask in unison. Kenma spots Miya Atsumu and Daishou Suguru giving each other claps on the back from his seat. ‘Slytherin’, he mouths to Akaashi. Akaashi rolls his eyes. The audacity! Akaashi takes the first plunge.

“U-um Kuroo?” Akaashi asks. Kuroo looks at his friend, the confusion on his face now replaced with blank indifference. “Don’t you have to meet (Y/N) later today?” Akaashi asks, prompting his memory.

“That ugly shrew? I’ll pass, thanks.”

There are always going to be variables that are impossible to factor in an equation. Not all equations have rational results either. That was fundamental in Arithmancy. And as a student of Advanced Arithmancy of two years, Kuroo should probably have that ingrained into his mind right now. It was something that Professor Vector always berated him on. That he never left room for unknown variables that could come up in another problem in his equations.

Kuroo would have never thought that he would encounter one in a situation like this.

“Not cool, man!” Bokuto cried. An insult to Bokuto’s friends was an insult to Bokuto himself. But when one of Bokuto’s friends insulted Bokuto’s other friends...

Kuroo shrugged and took another sip of the pumpkin juice. “Just saying.” Akaashi and Kenma were still standing agape at the words tumbling out of Kuroo’s mouth. One minute he was fawning over you, fussing over every detail. Out of everyone, how could Kuroo have the audacity to say something like that about you?

“Anyway, what are you all off to? Anyone want to join me on the pitch during Arithmancy?”

Kenma choked back a gulp of air. “You’re skipping class?”

“Yeah.” Seeing his friend's dumbstruck expressions, Kuroo threw his head back, laughing. “What’s the old hag gonna do?” He waved his fingers around his head in imitation of the innocent Professor Vector. “Oo, you have blundered in the ancient arts of the numbers! Prepare to die!” he said mockingly.

In an instant, his smile dispersed in favour of a scowl that made itself at home on Kuroo’s face like a parasite on an unsuspecting plant. “Like hell am I going to do that.”

Kuroo started packing his bags. “You guys aren’t coming with me, huh?”

“Well unlike you,” Akaashi started, “we actually care about our grades.” Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be in the Astronomy Tower after class if you need me.”

Enter a happy you trotting over to where the quartet were sitting. It seemed like you had just come back from the greenhouses, as evident from the leaf in your hair. You brushed it away.

“Hi guys! Hi Kuroo!” you greeted. You sat yourself down next to Kuroo, but he suddenly scooted away from you like you were the plague. He grimaced before looking you up and down. He might have muttered something under his breath, but you didn’t catch a word. You could hear, however, that it was said in a venom-laced tone that could kill a bear with just a word.

“I’m off,” he said curtly. Kuroo slung his bag over the shoulder and walked out of the Great Hall. You pursed your lips as you look at his retreating form. Something was up with him today.

“What’s up with him?” you ask, taking a piece of toast from a tray.

“He’s just feeling a little under the weather today… yeah!” Bokuto answered. His eyes looked to Akaashi for help. Either Akaashi didn’t get the hint or just decided to ignore Bokuto altogether. “That’s it! Kuroo’s just a little… sick!”

“Poor him. Why isn’t he off at Madam Pomfrey’s?” You pouted. He promised to help you harvest Bubotuber Pus later today. But he could take a break from helping you all the time, you supposed.

“Well, you see—” Bokuto said. You set your food down on the plate abruptly.

“Never mind, I should stop by later to give him a healing potion or something.” At this, Akaashi and Kenma looked at one another with baffled faces and parted lips.

“We… really think you shouldn’t—” Kenma said.

“He said he would be in the Astronomy Tower later after class!” Bokuto suddenly blurted. Akaashi sighed and put his head in his hands, the cereal in front of him taking the brunt of his frustration.

“Oh, okay then. Thanks!” you said. Not having much of an appetite, you grabbed another piece of toast and pranced off to your next class.

Classes went by as usual. You didn’t catch a glimpse of a certain black-haired Keeper that day. Kuroo would have been good at this, you think, as the goblet in front of you squawks in distress. You wave your wand, reverting it back to its original form as a crow before proceeding to try again.

What do people say again? If you tell someone you can’t have it, they want it even more? Usual classroom days with Kuroo would have never left you wanting for friends or platonic affection. But now as Professor Binns drolled on, you found yourself missing the occasional paper airplanes Kuroo would send your way during times like these. Or the inside jokes you shared about Professor Trelawney, who he hated with a burning passion, even though he didn’t attend Divination.

Once classes were over, you decided to help Kuroo get a little better. Since you often stopped by the infirmary to drop off medicinal magical plants, you could say that you knew your way around here. Madam Pomfrey trusted you enough that you would mind your own business. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t pull in a few favours from time to time.

Your reflection stared back at you from the cabinet marked ‘Healing Potions.’ The frontmost bottle always freaked you out a little. Why couldn’t the makers of Skele-Gro taken a design class or two? Putting a skeleton on the cap of a medicinal potion surely couldn’t have been the best way to attract customers.

Other potions bubbled in their flasks as you shoved them away. Draught of the Living Death, was engraved on a bottle. Sleeping potion; use only in cases of extreme pain. Yikes. Was the red bottle to its side the one you were looking for? Babbling Potion Antidote. Use in large doses for immediate effect. Not this one either.

The blue bottle on the very end was probably the one. You pushed past the other bottles, some with disturbing symptoms described on them. A jolly cupid with rosy cheeks flew around the blue glass, fit as a fiddle. On the cork was engraved ‘Pepperup Potion.’ Exactly what you were looking for.

You pocketed the bottle in your bag and made your way across the hall. Classes were finally finished, judging from the sea of black robes engulfing the hall. You hopped over a trick step on the stairs and looked up. The Astronomy Tower should be empty by now. Professor Sinistra should be enjoying a hearty meal down at supper. You trudged up the winding staircases.

You opened the topmost door to be rewarded by a gust of fresh air. The balcony above was empty save for a figure sitting on the ledge. His red Gryffindor robes were draped over the stone walls. A parchment peacock preened over by the empty tables as two tabby cats chased a crumpled rat around the chairs. Monkeys slung their way around the chandelier as sparrows nested in the mahogany shelves. It was a zoo, brought alive by the lazy swishing of Kuroo’s wand.

“Kuroo,” you said. His head lolled over to where you were standing. Kuroo blinked slowly— exactly like a cat, you noted, and raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing here?”

You shuffled around in your bag. “Bokuto told me you were up here, and I thought that...”

“Ha?” Kuroo looked at you with a gelid distaste that stopped the vocal cords in your throat from working right then and there. He never looked at you like that. Did he have a problem with you? ‘He’s always stared at you like that when you aren’t looking, you know?’ egged the voice in the back of your head. That’s why he’s called you here. He hates you and wants you to bugger off.

“What the hell would I want with someone,” his eyes looked you up and down, “like you?”

“‘Like me?” Your mind stopped all other body processes as all your energy went to processing the words you had heard just now. “Are you implying something?”

“That you’re a half-witted witch,” he snarled. Kuroo hopped off the ledge to make his way over to you, “that couldn’t survive at Hogwarts even if I shoved all the books in the library down your big pie-hole?” Each word was interpolated by a languid step in your direction, backing you down to the cold walls that held the Tower up.

“I—” Kuroo leans on the wall, supported by an arm that pins you below his glare. Your muscles are held captive by his pernicious slights and the sheer denial that someone that treats, treated, you as nicely as Kuroo did could say things like this to you.

“I don’t even know why Hogwarts let people like you in.” He wrinkled his nose. “Hell, first time I saw you I thought you came in to replace Filch, the old bugger.” Okay, now this was just getting to be too much.

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask. Your brain wants it to come out as somewhat of a polite query, but your voice betrays your brain and lets it loose with the same shrill naivety a child would scream at their mother with. It almost cracks in the middle, but you push forward.

“What’s gotten into me? Honey, that’s what McGonagall was thinking when she sent the letter of acceptance to you.” Kuroo puts his hands on his hips and leans back — as if that would let him throw more insults with better finesse.

“No one likes you, see? That’s why you only go to those plants for comfort.”

“Shut up!” you screech. How could he say that with such nonchalance? It looked like he was being possessed by Peeves. How hard the poltergeist would laugh when he caught wind of this. You put your hands on his chest and push him away with the remaining strength in your arms. Kuroo staggers back, but quickly regains his balance. Out of your peripheral vision, you spot shards of red glass from the bottle. You don’t bother to clean it up as you try to distance yourself as far away as you can from the monster in front of you.

The Astronomy Tower, true to its name, towered over the rest of Hogwarts. Everything below lay in its gargantuan shadow, being a great place for picnics on hot summer days. It was even tall enough to shield the students from the rain, if you were unlucky enough to not know a Rain-Repelling Charm. The only thing that was collectively despised from it was its long, winding stairs.

The same ones you were stooped over right now. You could feel tears making their way over your eyelids, but then again, what did you have to cry for? It wasn’t like you were exceptionally close to Kuroo like he was with Kenma or something. You deserve to cry, you thought. He said all those horrible things; it was okay for you to feel insulted. Especially coming from him.

You gulped down another lump in your throat. One of his enchanted paper animals had hung onto your robes as you were making your way down, and was now perching on your knees. The cat with scribbled on whiskers and eyes lounged on your lap, unaware of the turmoil going on inside you. You clicked your tongue. If this was how Kuroo was going to humiliate you even further...

Then he could have a taste of his own medicine! You ripped up the innocent cat, setting it aflame for good measure. The smoke drifted out the vents above. Blood trickled from a cut on your index figure onto the stone stairs.

“Look what we have here,” a scratchy voice crooned. The blood and emotions hammering in your head inhibit your senses. With the right honeyed tone, you would have thought the voice in front of you belonged to the very man who spurned you moments ago.

“Go— go away, Kuroo!” You stand up, moving to go back to the dorms when a face that fills you with dread blocks your way.

“Kuroo? Well, well, well, who would’ve thought that Princess Plant Prick would have had a…” Peeves pokes his cheek with his finger. “Boy toy?” You’re able to at least shoot him a dirty look, but you stay in place in case anything happens. Who knows what fishy pranks he has up his sleeves?

“No?” He twirls around you in a flurry of ghostly white. “I’m guessing… crush?”

Peeves’s childish insulting was almost soothing. Different from those from Kuroo, Peeves’s jabs were more like one from a little sibling to another one. Rough on the outside, but well meaning on the inside. The tears seemed to stop their torrent a little, and your knees find themselves buckling back down on the stairs.

“Neither. Please leave me alone.” You take a handkerchief from your bag and wipe the mess on your face with it.

“You sure, Princess Plant Prick? I’m not sure someone in your state is in any condition to be left alone.” The poltergeist moved to take a seat on the window ledge beside you. The previously bright corridor darkened a little bit with the new obstruction.

“Certain—certainly” you choked, “not with anyone like you.”

“Oh? And you would prefer it if I was, say…” Peeves leaned in closer to you. You could almost see the mosaic through the pale film of his skin. “Kuroo?” You rolled your eyes at the poltergeist.

“See, I even made a wig to impersonate him if the occasion called for it!” With a snap of his fingers, he conjured a mop of what seemed to be black rooster feathers. Peeves set it on his head and smiled in imitation of Kuroo. You allowed yourself a small smile.

“Could have fooled me,” you said.

“And what if I did? If you thought that it was actually Kuroo here in my place?” You turned your head away, avoiding the question. “Assuming the previous events didn’t happen,” Peeves added hastily.

“We wouldn’t do anything, if that’s what you mean.” Peeves gave you the side eye.

You pondered a bit. What would you do if Kuroo was sitting here next to you? Would you push him away in fear of him making you hurt even more? No, Kuroo was the one to talk things through whenever there was a problem. So then why would he lash out at you when you didn’t do anything (as you remembered) wrong to him?

“I’m really starting to agree with him on your…” Peeves’s eyes raked your form up and down, “astuteness.”

“You heard us back there?”

“And on the Quidditch pitch.” Peeves lifted a finger. ”And in the greenhouses. And near the Fat Lady. And near that nasty painting of the raccoons on the third floor.” He held four fingers up. “And many more too.”

You tilted your head to the side. What did eavesdropping on conversations have to do with the situation? Seeing your confused expression, Peeves rolled his eyes and clapped his hands smack dab in front of your face.

“I have a bet with the other ghosts, darling! Snape’s diary is on the line here, so you better wisen up!” Now he was just leading you even further and further on from a simple answer. Peeves stood up from where he was sitting and floated back up the stairs, stopping a flight just above you. A trail of mist followed him.

“And you know, Princess Plant Prick,” Peeves called from upstairs, “he did reek of Babbling Potion, earlier today.”

“Babbling…” You sucked in a gust of air. The haze in your head finally cleared up, allowing you to see what you were missing the entire time. You pulled your mouth closed, not even realising that it had dropped to the floor in the first place. You tapped your feet vigorously on the stairs, formulating your next plan of action.

Reinforcements were needed.

The Gryffindor common room was empty save for the trio of friends that looked a little out of place with the absence of the fourth. Three pairs of shaky eyes met yours as you stood in front of the table where they were all huddled. Kenma gulped. “You met Kuroo, didn’t you?”

You grimaced, but tried as hard as you could to look at the fireplace on the other side of the room. “I did.”

“How bad did it hurt?”Akaashi asked. The edges of your eyes stung as fresh tears pricked your eyeballs like needles on a pincushion. You wiped them away with your fingers and put your hands on your hips.

“Only a little. Now come on, Kenma.” You put a hand on Kenma’s wrist and yanked him out from his sitting position. He was the best one that could help you for a task like this. “We’re going to make him regret it.”

There was a potion supply available to students filled with harmless ingredients that wouldn’t harm a fly, but was enough for the potion you had in mind. Bokuto and Akaashi eventually started trailing behind you, and after enough explanation, they were on board with the plan that you had.

After four gruelling hours of rotating between actually making the potion and keeping guard in the boys bathroom at 12 o’clock, the finished product was finally in your hands. With a swish of your wand, all trace of the four of you was gone.

“Let’s do this again, shall we?”

The boyish flouncing of the previous day, turned into an arrogant saunter the very next. Yesterday’s naive smile had soured like spoiled milk and turned into a shit-eating smirk that was fouler than Miya Atsumu’s when Slytherin won a game. The potion still hadn’t worn off, Kenma noted. It must have been potent. Luckily, he and (Y/N) had been prepared for this, with a little help from Bokuto and Akaashi.

Kuroo gives a curt nod in Bokuto and Akaashi’s direction on the other side of the table as he moves to sit down next to Kenma. He doesn’t take his eyes off of the scrumptious feast laid in front of him.

“So,” he says as he piles eggs and toast onto his plate, “anyone finally coming to skip with me today?” No one answers at first. Then, being the brave soul he is, Bokuto replies to his friend’s question.

“I don’t know man,” Bokuto says. “You got a lot of flak from Flitwick yesterday after you skipped. You’re lucky your grades from last week saved you.”

“Did they, now?” Kuroo drawls. He swills the juice in his goblet a few times before downing it one gulp. The goblet magically refills itself as Kuroo sets it down.

His mouth moves to make another brash statement, but contorts into a fanged scowl when you walk up the halls. Kenma and Akaashi don’t even have to look at you to know that it’s you coming down to sit next to them.

“Fancy seeing you three here,” you say. Kuroo’s eyes twitch as you so blatantly ignore his presence. There are no signs of the pain he inflicted on you yesterday, and you seem as chipper as you can get. Frustration bubbles in his chest, at the thought of someone being so happy, even after he did all of those things to you. If you could just show an ounce of inconvenience at—

Something splashes in his face. The fiery undertones of fall and cinnamon tell him that it’s from his pumpkin juice. Kuroo draws his wand in reflex, but nothing else seems to be out for him. Worse still, the four people around him seem to pay him no attention. He catches Kenma giving you a short glance. Pearly droplets of orange liquid drip down your finger.

“What did you put in my drink?” Kuroo mutters. You pay him no mind and go back to your cereal with your soggy fingers.

“Hey.” Kuroo raps on the wooden table with his fist. “What did you put in my drink?” His volume has increased by now. So much so that the trio next to you has taken notice.

“Nothing,” you say.

“If she was actually trying to poison you, wouldn’t you think Dumbledore or McGonagall would have caught on sooner?” Kenma asked, trying to reason with his friend.

Kuroo deflates a bit, leaning back before looking at the goblet in his hands. He takes a long sip from it, his eyes never leaving you the entire time. Perhaps he did see the drop you put into it, but he shows no signs that he knows you know.

And then it happens. Kuroo slammed the now empty cup on the table. He clenched the golden material until his knuckles reddened, paled, and went back to his normal skin tone again. Something from the back of his throat sounded like it wanted to claw its way out of his mouth. People on each side of you were starting to look over. Any minute now, you think, biting your lip. You had read that the antidote’s effects could be a little painful, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for any of this.

Kuroo’s closing his eyes shut in pain. Every nerve in his throat has gotten ten times stronger, every breath next to him getting amplified by a hundred times. Ten thousand needles prick his throat as he gasps for air in the cramped space he is in right now. Kuroo forces an eye open to look into the eyes of his assailant: you.

“You little—” he rasps.

But just as he is about to force another curse word to come out of his mouth, all of the needles in him force their way out. His lungs suddenly fill with air as the pain in his neck and head dull to normal. His eyesight sharpens to its usual levels; which means he can feel the other eyes on him right now.

Kuroo sits straight again as four pairs of eyes take in his current condition. They all have their lips slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed. The one in front of him looks the most expectant. Kuroo closes his eyes and shakes his head. He opens them again to be greeted by a sudden rush of light in his eyes and… your hesitant form in front of him.

Orange droplets drip from your fingers, a remnant from his pumpkin juice. There is a paper cut you got from yesterday when...

“Hey, listen, I—” Kuroo starts. But your trembling lip and reddening eyes are too much for him to go on with his sentence.

Your feelings also seem to be too much for yourself. Even though you’re in the middle of the Great Hall, where anyone could pick out drama even if it ran around in an Invisibility Cloak, ‘discrete’ is not something you have apparently mastered.

“Hey!” he calls out after you. But by the time anyone can react, you’re out of the hall, face buried in your long, black, sleeve as you avoid the conflict. Kuroo is half-standing out of his seat. An arm raised that is lowered disappointedly as you make your way out.

The rest of the day goes on as usual. The sheer proximity of being in the same room with Kuroo is able to make your heart lurch in your ribcage. You want to have him so close by your side, so close that you can hear the steady thumping of one another’s hearts. So close that the very pheromones that make up his scent and self are etched into your mind as deep as they can possibly go.

But at the same time, you hate being in his presence. His observant eyes that scan the room like a predator its prey linger a little too long on your back. If you could, you would put a thousand miles of distance between you two, until the mere memory of him is a speck of sand in the vast plains of the universe. Of course it’s not his fault for anything that happened, but still...

It’s only later during lunch when everything seems to be pulled back together. For a fleeting moment, you pass Kenma. He mutters a quick, “Meet him in the greenhouses after class,” before disappearing among the sea of black robes. You think to call after him, but you realise that Kuroo would have easily been the one that had sent him. And Kuroo always had a plan.

So when you open the door to the greenhouse later, it doesn’t surprise you that there is absolutely no one there. Save for a certain Quidditch Captain.

He’s playing with the lilies. Your lilies. The same ones that had made their way around your head the first time he had really approached you in the Great Hall that time. They snap up happily at the slightest brush of his fingers that easily retract back from the lethal petals.

“You’ve made friends with the lilies,” you say. Kuroo stills in his seat on the stool. He turns to face you and blinks slowly, like a cat would.

“If you don’t want to be here right now, then… I understand. I understand.” Kuroo stands up. He holds his arms out in a show of surrender. “So will you let me take up some of your time this afternoon?”

You teeter between the balls of your feet. The words want to come out of your mouth so badly, but your heart seems to be keeping your lips shut. You count to five.

“Go on,” you say.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I get it if you don’t forgive me, I said some really bad stuff back there. If you want to cut off all ties with me, feel free to, and—” You put a hand on one of his broad shoulders.

“Kuroo.” He stops all his rambling and looks up at your eyes. “You were under a potion, it’s alright. I… I forgive you.”

“You do?”

“I do!” Your arms find their way around his neck. His jaw tickles your shoulder as the rumble of his laugh shakes your body.

“Thanks," you catch him whispering into your ear. None of you say anything as you dangle from his neck in the bone-splitting hug you give him. You linger for a while before peeling your arms back. Kuroo wants them back in their rightful place, his neck, so bad. “So are we back to normal, now?”

“Only if you’ll let me trash-talk you as revenge.” You both laugh in unison.

“Hey, (Y/N)," Kuroo says. “Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything, Kuroo. What’s up?”

He takes your fingers between his. You find yourself walking backwards and backwards in a twisted dance. And Kuroo holds the lead.

Your back makes contact with the wall behind you. Hot breath fans your neck. Kuroo holds out a hand to hold himself up, effectively trapping you between the wall and his tall body. You could just as easily whip out your wand and hex him where the sun doesn’t shine. But this was too good to be true. Didn’t all teenagers dream of someone doing this to them?

Now that someone’s finally doing it to you, you can only freeze as your brain goes haywire.

“Kuroo! What are you—”

“I like you,” he says. It’s quick and simple, but smoother than a drawn out love letter from those horrible Cupids that Gilderoy Lockhart had sent that year. It makes your blood roar in your ears, yet the only sound that comes through to your brain are the three words that just came out of Kuroo’s mouth.

“A lot.” The words come out of your mouth at the same time. Kuroo looks up, meeting a playful smile on your lips. He raises his eyebrows.

“How did you?” he asks. You cock a shoulder in his direction.

“I have my ways.”

Instead of pressing further, Kuroo just bows his head down between his arms, you may add, are still entrapping you. He laughs. “If you know only that much, then let me elaborate.” Your face suddenly feels very warm.

‘Well of course, you would, it’s a greenhouse, (Y/N)!’ says Common Sense. The giddy teenager overtakes you and plays it off as Kuroo’s hot, and extremely close, breath.

“You’re really cute when you’re embarrassed, aren’t you?” He taps your nose. You want to swat his hand away, but remember that your arms are currently trapped under his much bigger ones.

“You’re even cuter when you teach me Herbology at 3 in the morning. And way cuter when you have a milk mustache during breakfast.” Kuroo had removed his hands by now, but it still felt like there were invisible tacks pinning your arms to the wall behind you.

“Am I?” you asked.

“Nope.” His sudden statement has you furrowing your eyebrows, but he quickly follows it up with a flick to your forehead. “Silly. Do you think I like you based on physical appearance alone?”

You manage a giggle. Kuroo leans back on the wall as he observes the greenhouse around him. You scoot closer to him and take his fingers into your hand. They're calloused after years of holding brooms, but they're soft and plump. He doesn't seem to mind when you wordlessly slip your hand into his.

Kuroo turns to look at you. He smiles. "We should spend more time in the greenhouses, you know?"

“Yeah, I think dates like this would be really good for our relationship," you say.

“Our… what?”

“Our relationship.” You pull your hand away from his. “Do you not want to?”

Now the positions are switched. Your hands lock Kuroo from both sides as you pin him against the wall. His lips are inches from yours.

"Can I?" you ask. Kuroo chuckles. He pulls your jaw closer to his, pressing both of your lips together in the process.

"Well this didn't go as planned," he comments, before pulling you in for another kiss.

BONUS:

Kenma passes Kuroo in their dorms. "You're welcome," he says.

Kuroo is about to reply, but the blond Chaser has already settled into bed.

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“Man!” Bo tosses himself onto the bed, quickly rolling to pin you down in the sheets. “Too bad I didn’t get to race tonight; I was really looking forward to some zoom-zooms.” He nuzzles the nape of your neck. “Can’t have some random trying to steal my girl right? Maybe I should start hanging by the shop more?”

BIRB tysm for sending this in and for proofreading and talking a bunch of ideas out with me. you inspire me every day and i’m so happy to know you 🖤✨

glow in the dark stars

pairing(s): akaashi keiji x f!reader | bokuto koutarou x f!reader

genre: angst, pining

wc: ~1.3k

song recommendations: all i want - dawn golden x | i loved you first - joan x

a/n: this is a drabble written in first person POV. i’m thinking of making it into a series written in normal reader insert. i’d love any thoughts or comments or criticism on it!!

summary: can you love two people at once?

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My breath hitches in my throat and I feel my chest tighten and ache at his words. His face hovers above mine, having pulled away to shoot me a cheeky grin to round off his question. Our breaths mix between us, time stopped as this moment carries on for just a few seconds longer than it should, his golden eyes searching my face and showing, for the briefest second, that maybe there’s something more to his question.

Just as I’m about to respond, I feel a buzz at the small of my back, pressed into the blankets beneath me. I give Bo’s chest a shove with my knee trying to push his larger figure off me, “I’m not your anything. And besides, wouldn’t your girlfriend hate it if you started hanging out around the shop more?”

At my words, his eyes darken for a moment as he yields to my shoving and rolls onto his back next to me on the bed. “We broke up, actually,” he says after a moment of silence. “It was mutual and everything. It just,” he trails off, “wasn’t meant to be.”

Even though he’s trying to hide it, the sadness in his voice is unmistakable. My face softens and I roll onto my stomach, pressing the side of my arm against his as I take in the way his goldenrod eyes are trained on the ceiling and the clenched muscles in his jaw. “I’m sorry, Bo. She was a really nice girl. I always liked her,” I say gently, sitting up and peering into his face, trying to get him to open up and talk about it.

But, the darkness in his eyes fades with a small shake of his head as he swings his gaze from the ceiling to me. “You just liked her because she’s just like you,” he replies with a grin, his smile only widening as he sees my eyes widen and face flush.

“I— that’s not— she—,“ I splutter out, suddenly uneasy under his piercing golden gaze. Luckily, another buzz from underneath the blankets on the bed saves me from embarrassing myself further. I reach for my phone, flipping it over to see a message from Akaashi.

“I’m going to call Keiji,” I say to Bo, slipping my phone in my pocket as I climb off the bed. I feel Bo’s eyes following my every move and try not to think about the length of my shorts or the low cut of my shirt. It’s just Bo, I think to myself, you’ve been over him for years. It doesn’t mean anything that he’s single now. You’re not.

Making my way into the hallway, I hit #1 on my speed dial. It only takes two rings before a familiar voice, deep and measured and calm, rings through the speaker. “[Name], how are you? I wanted to call and say goodnight. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it over there tonight, things have been crazy at work.”

The sound of his voice sends a wave of relief through my body. “Keiji, babe, it’s OK, I promise. I’m excited to see you tomorrow,” I say, unable to keep the smile from creeping onto my face.

Akaashi chuckles softly over the phone. “I love you,” he says softly, the words so simple but loaded with emotion and weight from the years we’ve spent together.

“I love you too,” I reply, trying to convey the same level of depth and feeling that he does, but somehow feeling like I come up short.

“Is Bo there?,” he asks, after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, he just told me he and his girlfriend broke up. Did you know that?”

I hear Akaashi sigh on the other end of the line. “He told me this morning,” he finally says, voice heavy and laden with something I can’t distinguish. “Just —“ he hesitates, and I swear I can see his jaw clenching and his eyes squeezing shut through the silence, “Do you remember what I said when I first asked you out?”

My breath hitches in my throat, and I find myself nodding even though I know he can’t see me. He must be able to visualize me as well as I can picture him, because he continues after a brief pause, “My feelings haven’t changed,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “But I’ve been dreading this moment since that first day.”

My stomach drops, remembering his words from that day four long years ago: “I know you like Bo, but give me a chance to change your mind. I’ll put in the work that he never has.”

“Keiji,” I start, eyes squeezing shut as I try to shake the the sight of that piercing golden gaze from my mind, thinking instead of blue eyes, steady and deep, “I promise you’re enough.”

A deep sigh of relief rings through the receiver as Akaashi speaks again. “I trust you, [Name]. And I’ve always loved you. Be there for him if he needs it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With a soft, “Goodnight, Keiji” I bring my phone down to my side, gripping it tightly in my hand before relaxing, and letting my head lean back to hit the wall behind me. After a couple deep breaths to slow the pounding of my heart in my chest, I open the door to my room again, finding Bo curled up in the blankets, reading the book I’d left on the bed.

“How’s Akaashi?,” he asks, eyes lifting from the pages to find mine.

“He’s good, he says hi and hopes you feel better soon,” I say, perching on the edge of the bed before raising my eyes up to meet his, “Do you want to stay over? Like when we were kids? We can make another blanket fort, you always loved those,” I grin at him, the heavy ache in my chest that I hadn’t noticed until now starting to feel just a little lighter.

“That sounds perfect, [Name],” Bo grins back.

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After a night of blanket forts and hot chocolate, we find ourselves laying shoulder to shoulder on the bed staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars shining from my ceiling, the only light besides the moon in the soft darkness covering us.

“You brought those to uni, too?” Bo asks, softly, hand reaching up as though he was going to touch one, fingers lingering outstretched for a moment before he tightens his fist and brings it back to the space between us.

“Yeah, it was Keiji’s idea, actually,” I say softly to the quiet darkness of the room.

Bo doesn’t respond, only hums quietly in response as he goes to tuck his hands under his head.

The silence stretches on between us, and I want to say something, the urge coming from somewhere deep in my chest, but I’m not sure what. So I bite back the words that feel like they’re on the tip of my tongue, and it seems like Bo is doing the same.

Just as I start to think that he’s fallen asleep, his steady breathing is interrupted by a pause and a long slightly shaky exhale.

“I’m happy for you guys,” hangs in the air, the words seeming to echo off the walls and into the imitation night sky above us.

“Thanks, Bo,” I say, unable to turn to face him but wanting more than anything to see the gold of his eyes and the slope of his smile. “He’s really good to me. He makes me really happy,” I whisper softly into the space between us.

Bo lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face for a moment before bringing his arms to his side, one hand reaching across the expanse between us to grip mine.

I feel the dry callused skin of his palm as he intertwines our fingers together, squeezing my hand before relaxing.

“That’s all that matters.”

☽

some folks who might be interested in this: @strawbirb @kuronekomama @sakusakxyoomi @anianimol @oyakags

i have so many ideas (ty birb!!) for this au, so it will likely become a series of drabbles/one shots. this is a bit of a sneak peak into what i’m imagining is the 3rd or 4th drabble in the series.

#goddess birb ✨💗💫#tysm for sending this in!!#wow this was a DOOZY #i was not expecting this to be the result when i saw this ask #but im rly happy w the direction it took #i rly want to write more for this au #birb prompted this by asking me: would you ever do fwb bokay?#heres the preface to that

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imagination-of-a-melted-bitch · 4 years

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A few boys from Haikyuu down with the swirl! I saw this tik tok and was like damn, I feel a little inspired! So hope you enjoy! I’ll be posting the rest shortly!

How You Meet || Haikyuu x Black!S/O

Kyotani (Mad Dog) Okay but his real name is fucking adorable

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•You notice him first. You had been dragged to yet another volleyball game by your best friend to support her lifelong crush, Oikawa. You were honestly tired of hearing her beg and uplift him all within the same breath and agreed to go, once again.

•”I’ve never seen him before,” You point to the blonde who had just been switched in, making note of his odd dye job. “Who’s he?” Your best friend picks up on your lowkey excitement almost immediately and is eager to answer.

•”Oh, that’s Kentaro Kyotani but Oikawa calls him mad dog.” She’s more excited than ever now, as much as you listened to her go on and on about Oikawa she listened to you and your struggles. One always stuck with her, ‘I wish I could find a guy who was actually into black girls.”

•”You should talk to him after the game!” You go to respond but a whistle from the ref cuts the conversation short. You watch number 16 closely, almost in awe, jumping a little when he smacks the ball to the ground with enough force the shirts of the other team lift a little.

•”Holy shit.” You sit there, a little startled by his very attention catching debut of the match. “There’s no way in hell I’m talking to him.” You sit back, crossing you arms as you shake you head. Your best friend looks over at you and breaks into a fit of giggles. “What?”

•”You’re totally crushing on him!” She throws her head back and accompanies her very annoying but somewhat comforting laugh with a loud, seal-like clap. “I’m going to congratulate Oikawa after they win so you can come down and talk to him!”

•”I’m not talking to him.” She drags you down there and shoves you in his direction. It wasn’t a question, you now realize.

•Shit, shit, shit! They just lost, he’s probably pissed and kicking himself for the mistakes he made. No, no, no, “H-Hi.” You’re so shy when you finally work up the courage to talk to him.

•Kyotani picks up on this almost immediately, a small smirk settling on his face. It wasn’t often girls came up to talk to him, he was told that it’s not because he wasn’t attractive, he just wasn’t very approachable. “Hey.” He sounds so tired, and worn out, you feel bad for coming up and talking to him right after an intense game.

•You introduce yourself, all the while kicking yourself because you can’t talk without stuttering every once and awhile. Kyotani is so amused, people are usually terrified in his presence and opt for leaving before they can even finish a conversation. “I’m Kyotani.”

•God, his hands are so strong, he gives you a light squeeze when he notices you dazing off as you stare at your hands. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You repeatedly bow, tapping your cheeks a few times to calm yourself down.

•She’s pretty. Is all he can think. You caught his attention as soon as the crowd started to come down from the stadiums, how could you not, especially with a pout like that. Kyotani’s eyes focus on your lips for a mere second more before flickering up to your eyes and it’s only then does he realize you were holding out your phone.

•”Can I have your number?” This is usually the part where they laugh in your face and reject you or politely tell you that they aren’t interested. Kyotani snatches the phone and types his number in, sending himself a text so he’d have yours as well. “T-thank you!” Your bottom lip quivers, shit, get ahold of yourself.

•”You know you’re the first person who’s ever held a full conversation with me.” He chuckles but his expression never changes, it’s still dark, almost uninterested. “I’ll see you around.” He gives you a wave and goes to shake hands with his opponents once more, Oikawa’s instruction and very much against his wishes.

•”I did it!” You squeal, turning to your best friend with a shocked look painting your features. “I actually got his number!”

Bokuto

•This time it was you to drag your best friend to yet another volleyball game. You had your eyes on a certain ace and just couldn’t turn down the offer to see him play.

•”I’ll go but only if you actually talk to Bokuto this time!” She, Mina, says this every time and every time you agree only for the game to end and for you to hurry out the gym. “I mean it! Either you talk to him or I’ll never go to another game with you.” Shes never said that before, she must be fed up.

•”I love you!” You plead, taking her hand in yours. “I really appreciate and love you!!” You repeat in a sing-song voice, batting your lashes at her. She breaks out into a smile, playfully snatching her hand.

•”Yeah, yeah, I mean it Y/L/N!” You can only roll your eyes, maybe today was the day you’d actually talk to him.

•”What the hell is wrong with him now?” Akaashi groans, watching the ace slump around the court, messing up receive for the set point from the first set.

•”Bokuto, what’s wrong?” Akaashi doesn’t have time for this, not here, and especially not now. The look on Akaashi’s face when Bokuto tells the team the reason he’s so bummed out is everything. “Really? The arena?” He’s so over it.

•”I wonder what’s wrong with Bokuto?” You find yourself worried about the adorable owlish boy, leaning forward in your seat just a little to try and hear what was being said.

•Think! Think! Think! Akaashi’s hands are on his hips as he looks around the arena, he needed something to get Bokuto out of this slump or they were doomed. “Ahaha!” He finds you in the front row in the center of the bleachers, no doubt you had gotten here super early for that spot.

•”Would you look at that?” Akaashi clamps a hand down on Bokuto’s shoulder and points in your direction. “Y/N came all this way to see you!” Bokuto’s face immediately lights up, it’s not like he’s had a crush on you ever since first year. “You can’t let her down!” That’s it, that’s all he needed.

•”I want every set!” Bokuto stands with his hands on his hips, the biggest grin on his face. Akaashi’s taken back by the request but expects no less, there’s no point in arguing.

•”Fine,” Bokuto’s eyes linger in your direction and he misses it when you look over at him as the ref blows the whistle, signaling the start of the second set. “Bokuto! I need your head in the game!”

•”Every set.” Is all Bokuto says before assuming his position. He looks at you one last time and he swoons when he sees you watching him with wide eyes and if he wasn’t motivated before he certainly was now.

•”Hey! Hey! Hey!” Every time he does that it reminds you of fat Albert and you live for every second of it. You even join him in his cheer as he lands the final blow, the ref blowing the whistle to signal the next set. “Hey!” He points to you and you can’t help but match the wide, almost goofy grin he’s wearing.

•”I see you!” Your best friend squeals, nudging your side as you look anywhere but the court. Why, why did he have to point to you out of all people. “Now you totally have to talk to him!”

•”Why? There’s no way he likes black girls...” You mumble, crossing your arms as you feel the weight of yet another unsuccessful crush fall on your shoulders. You’re pulled out of your slump when it’s Bokuto’s turn up to serve, focusing on him once again. He winks and gives you a thumbs up before sending the ball over the net. ...no way...right?

•”Girl please, he’s basically playing for you right now!” Damn her, always getting your hopes up. “Either you talk to him or I’ll talk to him for you and if I have to do it, I’ll make sure he knows you’ve stalked his Instagram on more than one occasion.” Your eyes widen at this and you’re suddenly onboard to talk to him.

•”Okay! Okay you don’t have to be such an ass!” She only laughs at this as the both of you refocus on the match.

•They won! Of course! You’re a lot less nervous when you make your way to the court, having talked down your nerves in the middle of the third set. “Hey, Bokuto?”

•He immediately stops the conversation he’s having and turns to face you, that big ole smile returning. Gosh, he’s so adorable! His smile falters a bit before it returns and you realize you said that out loud. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry-“

•Bokuto takes his phone out of his duffle bag and holds it out to you. “Since I’m so adorable?” Oh my gosh, is this really happening right now? Is all you can think as you put your number in his phone, hands shaking the whole time. “Oh,” He types something out once he’s handed back the phone and your pocket vibrates.

•You pull it out to find a text from him. Your adorable Ace ;). You look up at him with the biggest smile ever, gosh, how hard am I falling for this boy?

•”Thanks for coming out! I’ll see you around?” He’s so chill but he’s totally flipping his shit on the inside. She’s actually talking to me! She smells so nice! Oh my gosh, her smile! His heart is beating a million miles a minute and the second he turns around his cheeks flush the deepest red. “I did it!” He screams, picking up Akaashi and spinning him around.

•“I actually did it!” You show Mina his contact and she breaks out into the biggest smile.

•”I told you!”

Kuroo

•”Why, why, why did I agree to this?” You’re kicking yourself as you make your way to the gym. “I don’t know any of these guys!” You cry, coming to a stop in front of the gym doors. “Maybe they don’t even want a manager!” You huff, opening the doors anyway.

•”Who’s that?” Kai asks, holding the ball in his hands at his hip. His questions causes everyone in the gym to turn toward you. You squeeze the straps of your duffle bag and bow, wanting to sink into the ground and disappear.

•”Oh yeah, surprise boys!” It’s Kuroo. You’ve only seen them play a couple of times but each time they won it was because of him. You remind yourself volleyball is about the strongest team of six but damn does he help. “This is Y/N, she just moved here from America at the start of the school year!” Kuroo bows to you and you squeak, not expecting such respect from someone of his stature.

•There’s a chorus of greetings and each and every boy comes up to you to introduce themselves. They’re smiling, they’re laughing, it’s a warm environment, maybe this won’t be too bad.

•Or maybe you were an idiot. Here you were again, for the third night in a row, creating the most absurd scenarios of you and Kuroo in your head. “Would he actually call me pretty?”

•It’s getting harder and harder to walk into practice without immediately looking for Kuroo and the others have start to notice it too.

•”If you’re going to tell him you like him please try not to give him a big head in the process.” Kenma, quiet and observant as always. “I mean, not to make assumptions or anything.” He gives you a sly smirk and continues onto the court to practice some sets.

•Why did he say that? Am I being too obvious? Do I stare too much? God, I probably stare all the time and Kuroo’s probably so uncomfortable. Why hasn’t he said anything? I should just quit and move back to America!

•”Y/N!” There’s an arm in front of your face before you know it, flexing as it took the impact of the ball. You’re frozen in your spot, unsure of what had just happened, your eyes can’t even work up the nerve to follow the ball as it drops to the ground. “Whew! You gotta be careful!”

•You look up at your savior and are terrified to see it’s Kuroo. Why? Why? Would I have rather taken a ball to the face than be this close to him? Maybe! “Uh, thanks!” Am I sweating? Where do I look? Where do I put my hands? How do I fucking function as a human being?

•”Of course! Someone’s gotta to protect the princess of the court!” There’s a few whistles from the players on the court, but you have nothing to say. Did I just hear him correctly? “Can’t let anything happen to the pretty princess of the court!” His lips curl into an innocent grin but he knew exactly what he was doing.

•”Princess?” I am most definitely shaking, I am most definitely sweating, and I am most definitely unaware of what to say. “I’m sorry, did you call me princess?”

•”Oh, I thought you knew about that!” Kuroo turns toward you, scratching the back of his neck. He looks down, reaching for his phone. He holds it out to you and shows you a contact. It’s your number that you do not remember giving to him and the name for the contact is ‘Princess of the court 👑. “See?”

•”Oh.” Is all you can say, it’s all you can muster. What the hell so I say to that? I don’t even have his number, do I? I sure hope I did because that wouldn’t make me a good team manager. You’re a mess, so much running through your head.

•”Is that weird? Should I start with Y/N and work my way up?” Damn. He was so smooth. All you could do was stare at him. You tried to speak but nothing come out. This is so embarrassing!

•”Alright, I’ll start with Y/N and work my way up.” He smiles and changes the contact name. “You better text me though!” He throws his phone onto his bag and jogs onto the court.

•That did not just happen! That did not just happen! “Y/N!” Kuroo screams and you flinch, moving to the side just in time. “Damn. It looks like I’m going to have to keep a really close eye on you!”

•Damn. That really just happened.

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