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shiratorizawa-can-step-on-me · 2 years

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Jealousy

(CTTRO: @YHURI ANGELA REYES)

orginal writer/author : @kedreyuri 💖

Yandere Shirabu Kenjirou x Fem reader

GENRE : YANDERE / ANGST / TOXIC <

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"Who's this Echizen Sukira"

You flinched as Shirabu, your boyfriend asked monotone as he examined the phone's contact number.

"Sh-she's my co-worker at the office.."

He raised a brow not convinced on your statement.

"How would I know if this 'Echizen Sukira' is really a 'She'?"

"C-can't you tell by the name? She has a girl's na-"

Shirabu slammed his hand on the table you two are sitting on.

"Nonesense, Do you know where you are? This is Japan! This is Tokyo! Many of japanese men in here has a girl's name!"

You couldn't do anything but listen.

He scolded you for a while before muting himself to scroll further down on your phone's contact.

"I'm deleting it."

That Echizen Sukira is really your lady co-worker. But Shirabu just doesn't believe any of what you said especially if it's about you.

He handed your phone and locked himself in his room.

'Maybe he's studying medical Doctor's book again'

You thought in relief you'd be able to avoid your boyfriend even for a while.

He was just a middle school crush of yours.

You confessed to him and with your surprise he felt the same way about you.

However as days went by, his true personality is leaking slowly.

How he became overprotective

How he avoid you to people who can you steal your attention away from him, specially to a guy.

How he seize almost everything that makes you happy.

How he can be possessive at times when he's jealous. Or maybe even become violent when he reached his limits.

This relationship is Toxic. You wanted to end it but Shirabu never agrees but he just gives you punishments in return.

"Mine"

Lingers in your ear, as you heard him banging his things inside his room.

He's on rampage.

'Fuck'

He's mad.

But after minutes later he stopped.

That moment you took a peak at your phone seeing all your saved numbers from people close to you including your friend, workers, former colleagues and more are completely swiped deleted.

Only one number saved.

'Kenjirou♡'

His number was left.

You felt your eyes gets blurry but quickly brushed it off when you heard a door creak coming from his room.

You sniffed and hid your phone on the sofa's hand.

"From now on, my number is the only one allowed to be saved from your device. Remember that Y/N."

He said without hesitation

Which you replied with

"O-okay.. sure"

You were too scared of what he might do to you when you disobeyed him.

So you've got no choice but to follow.

"Come here."

He reached out his long arms for you.

With a wide smile. One of the reason you've fell for him.

You want to run and hug him tight and just cry it all out.

But he was the reason why you're so afraid.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

With that you're in his arms nuzzling deep onto his chest.

He tucked at the back if your ear the strands of hair blocking from your face.

He cupped your cheek and lifted it for you to face him.

He smiled.

"Look me in the eye you know, I love you.. right?"

That sentence made you wanna laugh at his face.

'Love? This is not how you show your love! This is abuse Kenjirou! You're doing all of this against my will!'

You wanted to shout it at him

But afraid of the punishment you'll face.

"I- I love you too"

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In the morning you too had to go to work.

Him as a Doctor.

You as a Regular worker at a development building.

"I'll see you later, hun"

He kissed your forehead before leaving.

You felt sad you weren't with him, you wish you two worked together.

That's a lie. A fucking lie.

You were so happy when he wasn't around, feels like you can freely play at the playground without any rules to obey.

You dressed up as well and headed to work.

Hours later,

After finishing the papers assigned to you.

Again you felt tired. But not because of the job you had.

Because again you'll deal with Shirabu.

You really wish you could stay here for long. Just don't go home again with him.

You closed your eyes for a good rest but was disturbed when your phone vibrates.

▪Message from: Kenjirou♡

~°•You're done with work right? I'll pick you up. Be there in minute.•°

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You sighed heavily and head outside to wait for your boyfriend.

But not so far on waiting you heard a familiar voice afar.

"Isn't that Y/N-san?

Y/N-san Hisashiburi! (Long time no see)"

You tilted your head to the side seeing Semi Eita your former schoolmate back in Shiratorizawa High.

You waved your hand and he greeted you with a tight hug, exclaiming he was so happy to see you again.

But as soon as he hugged you, you broke apart without your consent.

By grabbing your wirst fimrly

"K-kenjirou..!?"

You looked at your back seeing Shirabu in a white gown with used white glove on his lower pocket on the side.

He's face was dull mad.

Incredibly but you know he's still hilding back.

He shoot Semi a death glare when the ashen blonde grabbed your other wrist.

"Hey no fair Shirabu, I know yoy're her boyfriend but can't you atleast me catch up with her?"

"With what?"

Shirabu answered bluntly as he turned to face him.

"About things since she left colledge. You've been with her ever since because you're her boyfriend. You knew what happened and I'm curious so I'd like to catch up, come on shirabu! Don't be selfish!"

Semi whined as he kept pulling you near him.

"If you knew that I'm her boyfriend then why don't you let go? It's very inappropriate to held a girl's hand without her boyfriend's consent"

Semi raised a brow at his former teammate.

And let out a nervous chuckle still not letting go.

"What's wrong with you Shirabu? It's not like I'd do anything to her-"

"Shut up! Why can't you understand that you can't touch her?! Why don't you get the fact that I'm getting uneasy with you two alone?! You won't do anything? Well guess what, I don't trust you!"

Semi was shocked at Shirabu's loud and angry statement.

He unknownly let go of your wrist and laughed.

Making Shirabu more irritated.

"Pff.. so that's how you are, when you're jealous Shirabu"

Your boyfriend was urging to punch the ashen blonde but you pulled him hugging his arm and pleading to let it slide.

The rage on his eyes, melted down as he saw how scared you were.

He clicked his tongue before turning back

And dragging you along.

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"K-kenjirou! Pl-please don't do this!!"

You screamed in a frightening tone as you stepped back hitting you back at the flat corner of the kitchen.

Shirabu, was approaching you slowly with a scalpel on his hand.

Suggesting he should carve his name on you to let everyone know you're his.

You feel down on your knees as kept backing away even tho you're stuck at the same position.

You still didn't stop begging him to let it go.

You're boyfriend was hard to convince.

He roughly grabbed you by your elbow and lift you up to his reach.

He pinned you against the wall by setting his knee in between your thighs.

His face was merciless, you knew you couldn't escape but never stop begging him.

He scanned your body before removing his gown on the way.

He left the blue T-shirt and blue sweatpants on his body.

He eyed your left wrist that was held by Semi earlier.

He grinned wickedly

"Ah, I should sign that wrist.. ut was held by a filthy hand earlier"

He grabbed it and leaned closer to his touch.

He started to carve the first letter.

You bit your tongue as the sharp scalpel were trailing to your wrist, holding you scream.

You shed tears as he kept scribbling his name. You were starting to let out a painful whimper and squirms.

You couldn't hold it any longer so you opened your mouth wide and screamed as if your life really depends on it.

You're starting to pull your wrist away but Shirabu would only deepen the scalpel making it bleed and hurt more.

You danced in pain as he mercilessly continued.

His name was really quite long so you tried again to pull but he narrowed his hand making his grip tighter to bled more.

You shouted cries, wince, and words at him like

"I'm so sorry! Kenjirou! Please! S-stop!"

"I'll never do it again! Please j-just stop!"

But neither of those he listened.

At the last letter finally you thought was over he thrust the scalpel deeper an inch away to your pulse, making scream louder than ever.

He never scratched any veins nor touch your pulse. He knew you'd die which he never wants to happen. Just a punishment.

You gasped for air rapidly as he stared at his work. Proud.

He smirked looking at his bloodied name carved on your sensitive skin.

He put the little knife away and carried you bridal style.

He gently kissed your forehead as you just cry in pain.

"I'm sorry hun, but it's also your fault.

I know it hurts but bear with it."

"I-I thought I was gonna die Kenjirou..!"

You have no more energy to shout more.

So it came out in your mouth like a weak puppy.

"Don't worry I won't kill you.

Look me in the eye, you know I love you.. right?"

You lift your head up wearily and stared at his eyes.

His dull brown eyes that is full with painful love.

Reposted with permission 😚✨

I just had to, cause I love this fic!

thanks again @kedreyuri !

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ushikage-luvr · 7 months

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Sometimes I wish Kageyama had gone to shiratorizawa like he'd intended to, if only because of how fucking funny it would've been to have three setters fight to the death to play with Ushijima lol

#+ the angst #Semi being replaced twice #shirabu being shirabu #I'm convinced they'd bully kageyama #ushikage daily #ハイキュー！！#Ushikage i just made up #kageyama tobio #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu #haikyuu ships #ushikage.txt

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midoriima · 2 years

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how could you be so cruel?

www.hq_shiratorizawa/angst-major-character-death.com

characters: ushijima, tendou, semi, reon, yamagata, kawanishi, shirabu, goshiki

you're sick sick. you're always in and out, mostly out, of school hence why you're close to friendless. actually, your very few friends had likely forgotten about you due to your condition but you don't mind.

you see [him] in your ward but there's only you two. it goes as being and feeling awkward being in the vicinity of each other until you reach out, "so, what are you here for?"

"oh, physical therapy cos of volleyball and stuff..."

you're not in need of physical therapy but you accompany him and stay with him in the room to keep him company. and before you knew it, you two started becoming friends. you get closer by the minute you keep talking and you're practically hospitalized buddies now.

it isn't until you start falling for him but you remember that your time in this world is nearly up. that said, you shouldn't even be friends with him because if he got attached, you would hurt him. it got a little bit awkward after the realization hit you but it got better when you started to forget.

...until you start liking him even more and you're sure it turned into loving him. the feeling of being attached to another being in this world when you'd rid yourself of these, hurt. you stripped yourself from family and even friends now so that it would hurt less for them and especially for you about leaving them, but now you love someone.

it takes a few days and nights, but then again, you're just human. it's impossible to strip yourself of attachments to this world. even the nurses that care for you, you get attached. even if it's not because they care about you personally and it's their job, people get attached anyway.

it takes a few days to come to terms with the fact that you love him but you'll also be leaving him a little after the time he leaves the hospital and finish physical therapy.

i only have months to live, can't i be a little selfish just once more?

things go back to the way they were with him and the days in this hellhole seem even brighter than the previous. hell, you two even look forward to everyday in the hospital.

it feels like things between you two, whatever that may be, is progressing. even if it's just your friendship for him, you're glad you're getting close. at least there can be someone to make your last few months worthwhile in the hospital.

it's cliche, but up in the rooftop of the hospital is where you can see everything so clearly. it's not as suffocating as it is inside the rooms and it's not devoid of colour. the cold air, too, is actually real and not coming from an air conditioner, it's also much more comforting when the wind blows and messes up your hairs and hit like thin, icy walls against your skin.

you could also look at him beside you and it's actually very romantic. you may just be for comfort and a friend to him, but he was something else to you.

you wish you could turn back time and meet him a little more sooner. but, if he had gotten his injury a little more sooner as well, then that'd mean you'd be alone in the rooftops by now.

days, weeks, and then months pass. here comes the marching of time that lead to your inevitable death. your final month to live in this very precious world.

his condition gets better, yours worsens by the hour you do anything stamina consuming.

on the note of your awful bind, you haven't told him what you were here for. but you don't plan on telling him anyway, and there's no point. if only the love you give could buy you time, you'd sure as hell be on the way to living an eternity by now. but that's not how it works.

with the sudden increase in his performance, he only gets a few days left before he can go. he'll be discharged early... meaning you'll be left alone and lonely earlier than it was initially.

"say, you haven't told me what you're here for so i'll ask if that's alright, what are you here for?"

ah, that question.

"hm, not answering that! it's a bit... embarrassing." will lying like this make the heavens change your mind about you and throw you to the fiery depths of hell?

"okay, okay, i won't ask since it's apparently embarrassing." he chuckled and oh my heavens, it's the most beautiful thing you have ever heard. it's more than enough to be considered as music to your ears and- okay, maybe you're exaggerating a bit, but it's true! something about his chuckles and laughs were so... words can't even describe.

"then, how about i ask when you'll get discharged?"

"by the second week this month, maybe by nightfall."

the smile that doesn't reach your eyes sends a chill down his spine. something wasn't going to happen to you, right? ...right?

the day of his leave from the hospital comes. you stare from the hallway as he speaks ever so brightly at the receptionists about his time with you and that he'll come visit you the day before and the day of your leave as well to return the favor of you helping him out and keeping him company.

he has a small and beautiful pot of tiger lilies, with a chocolate stuck to the soil since he didn't know what kinds of candies you liked. he makes a mental note to ask you right when he enters your ward.

he writes his name under the list of visitors and starts looking for the ward you both stayed in. he feels quite guilty for having been released early and not together with you, and it also sucks cos you were probably alone again.

but then again, you're getting discharged this evening so he can stay until you actually get discharged, and also, he can help you out while he's at it.

he finally gets on the floor and hallway to the ward. it's just at the end of the hall, but why are there nurses cleaning up all the beds? there's basically almost nobody there.

his heartbeat picked up its pace, had he missed it? did you actually get discharged earlier than what you thought?

until he sees there's still one more curtain that was left unopened. he breathes out of relief and begins to run towards your bed despite the warnings of refraining from running in the slippery floors. and with a bright smile on his face, he turns to your bed, almost slipping in the process. he'd been very picky with the flowers and chose the ones he had as a symbol of yours and his friendship but...

the bed is empty, lacking a you or your belongings.

a nurse comes in, opening the curtain and starts changing the sheets.

did he really miss his chance at wishing you well from this point on?

"uh, nurse, where's y/n? did they get discharged already?"

"i don't– oh..."

"oh?" why was their reaction like that? something bad didn't happen, right?

"they passed last night."

he arrives back home.

his parents welcomed him home and inquired about the pot of flowers but he hadn't answered, just put them down on a clear table before walking to his room with disbelief and shock as an evident expression on his face.

you passed? last night?

there was a heavy tug on his heart, his chest was tight and his shoulders were heavy. he didn't feel the need for anything and his mind was still trying to process everything.

you passed... last night...

the last he'd seen you was a week before. he couldn't visit you everyday like he was planning to because of the amount of schoolwork thrown at his face that he had to make up due to his absence.

it started with a heavy heart and shoulders.

then, he feels all the sorrow and grief as he mourns your death. his knees drop down to the concrete floor, earning a thud but the pain he felt in his chest was much greater than a simple knee to the concrete.

tears streaming his face as fast as they could, like they were rushing to go somewhere. they just kept coming so he didn't bother to wipe them away as he wailed on his bedroom floor.

"y/n...!"

he screamed and cried, wanting nothing more than this to be a joke.

"you said..."

you probably did lie to him. you weren't going to just leave the hospital, no, you were going to leave this world as well. to leave him.

"please... this has to be a joke."

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toomanygoldfish · 6 months

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Dog or Cat?

post #2! I plan to put the poll up on Sundays, and have the Drabble out by Saturday.

Kenjiro Shirabu

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marieabubb08 · 2 years

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Goodbye

Shirabu Kenjiro

The reason for the breakup would not be mentioned, you guys can imagine what you think it was.

He didn't want this.

No of course not, why would he?

You were perfect. You are perfect. The perfect match for him as he would always say, no matter how cringy it sounded.

But, thus was for the best.

"I have enough of this, let's call it quits."

Kenjiro's insides turned as he watched tears line your eyes.

He always thought your tears sparkled like shiny diamonds. It always shimmered brightly against your eyes. Your tears were also expensive to him, meaning if you cried then that means he had hell to pay for even hurting you.

This was one of those moments.

Your open-mouthed reaction form into a small pout as hiccups and sobs came out of your mouth involuntarily. Words felt unspeakable due to how heavy the situation felt, your mind hazy.

He just wanted to run to you, embracing you softly while running his hands through your locks.

But he can't. He needed to stay strong. He needed to do this. To end this.

"I....see..."

Even those two words felt so hard to say.

He was shocked as to how compliant you were.

"I...think we both...know why you're doing this, Kenji..."

There it was. That nickname.

It was a rather common nickname for him. His family sometimes called him that and hell even some of his closest friends.

But the way you always say it makes his heart beat faster.

It just felt so soft and affectionate coming out from you. Like you were saying an angel's name instead of his.

"I...."

He knew what you were talking about.

Like you said, you both knew what it was.

But he couldn't say it out loud.

No.

His facade will break if he did.

"If that's your final decision then......alright."

A smile broke on your face.

Even in the breaking point of the two of you (that he and you both promised would never happen) you still smile, you still look at him like that.

How was he supposed to leave you if you were acting like this?

How can he convince and even force himself out of that door when you looked like an angel who was willing to forgive no matter what evil deeds who did?

But he digressed.

This is for the betterment for the both of you.

And there, the two of you stood in equal grounds. Ready to let the beautiful blossom shrivel.

After all, even the oldest and most beautiful blossom would certainly wither if not taken care of properly.

Not me on my angsty feels today

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ynkensblogandshitposting · 2 years

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My Haikyuu Crushes

Who I started the show for:

Who I ended up staying for:

and a few others...

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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Shiratorizawa Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below.

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🍭: Fluff

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🧐: Random

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😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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i-need-entertainment · 1 year

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The Count of Aoba Johsai: Chapter 7

Ch. 6 - Ch.8

“Are you sure this is the best idea Akira? You do realize that as we speak they have likely already made their way to the treasure, right?” Kindaichi rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his hold on the paper he held in his hand as his weary eyes looked over to Kunimi.

“I’m sure, in order to lure Yahaba, The Magistrate and Kenjirou into causing their own demise, we have to let the citizens of Paris know that we’ve located the Treasure of Nekoma, and are shipping it through our ports.” Kindaichi sighed, “Yeah, I know that, but wasn’t it risky letting some of the most powerful men in Paris know where the treasure was?!”

Kunimi looked at Kindaichi, raising an eyebrow he asked “You do know I’m not actually shipping it through here, right?” Kindaichi breathed out a sigh of relief “Oh, good.”

Kunimi nodded, then paused, “Wait- you didn’t seriously think I would do something so stupid did you..?” Kindaichi looked away, “Uhm...no” Kunimi squinted his eyes, “That’s your lying face, we’re going to have to discuss trust later my friend.” Shaking his head, Kunimi returned his gaze to the side, gray eyes watching as the scenery passed swiftly by as the carriage they were riding in drew closer and closer to the Shirabu estate.

They were on their way to the Shirabu estate to celebrate Tenya Shirabu’s 15th birthday, which they had been invited to after Kunimi had ‘saved’ the young man’s life. Tonight was the night he’d face his most bitter rivals. The man who betrayed his trust, the man who lied to get his position, and the corrupted official who wrongfully sent him to jail.

But perhaps the worst one of them all, was her. He’d have to face the woman who he thought he’d spend the rest of his life with, the woman he gave his everything to. Only for her to run off with his best friend the minute he was sent to prison.

But even then, could he even consider you a bitter rival of his? Could he ever look at you that way? A large part of him is screaming, ‘yes, I absolutely can’ but the other part of him- the kind, naive young man he used to be, is crying ‘no, I don’t think I can, or ever could’.

“Akira…we’re here.” Kunimi straightened his back, grabbed his cane and his hat and readied himself to face the demons of his past. Kindaichi opened the door to the carriage, and after he had loudly announced the arrival of “The Count of Aoba Johsai”, Kunimi exited the carriage. They walked to the pristine gates of the Shirabu estate, the same pristine gates Kunimi had gone through hundreds of times as a child.

Kindaichi handed the guard the invitation and the two made their way into the large home. Upon noticing the mysterious elegant looking man, Shirabu stepped away from the conversation he had been previously engaged in, Kunimi almost smirked as he noticed the signs of distress he could see on Shirabu’s face .

Earlier in the afternoon, after he had endangered but also saved the young Tenya, he had made it known to the public that the treasure of Nekoma had been shipped through the local ports. He knew for a fact Yahaba would fall for the bait- and was most likely trying to steal the treasure as of this very moment. Kunimi also had Shirabu’s many, many debts called in. He assumed that’s what had Shirabu looking so nervous; that was likely his accountant he was speaking to before Kunimi entered.

And the magistrate…well that’s a story for another time, but for now let us just say…he was properly dealt with and will comfortably sit in a cozy cell just off the coast of Marseilles.

Kunimi smiled, ‘perfect’, things were working out just as he had hoped. “Ah, if it isn’t the Count of Aoba Johsai! Welcome to my home, allow me to introduce you to this city’s finest.” Kunimi nodded, thanked the attendant that took his coat and strided after Shirabu. He kept up his visage during the introductions, standing tall and mighty as a count of his status would. He should stand as proud as he feels- but even this new him, the rich and cunning and shrewd man he was so sure he was, couldn't deny the anxiety he felt creeping through his core as the time for him to face his long lost love grew near.

He nodded along in conversation, now and then he would give a perfectly timed quip or use it as an opportunity to enhance the image he had crafted. But as engaged as he made himself appear, he barely heard a word these men were saying- after all, his eye had been stuck on the woman herself.

Her hair was shorter- or maybe it wasn’t, he couldn’t quite tell with the extravagant hair style she was wearing. She had indeed aged but had done so exceedingly well, she looked like she was still in the early years of her twenties, despite being well into her thirties by now. Her eyes…her eyes were the same captivating jewels they had always been. She had always had this peculiar ability to make Kunimi feel as though she could see directly through him..

He shook himself out of his haze, quickly breaking eye contact with the very woman that broke him, and redirected his focus to the elderly man he had been speaking with. He knew she was staring, deep eyes boring holes into his very soul as he sauntered around the hall, nodding along to the business men and politely greeting their wives.

Admittedly he was the tiniest bit ashamed- after he had faced all of his enemies head on- he had not hesitated to ruin them to the point of no return. But her…there was something about her, or rather, something in him, that prevented him from doing anything to her. So he did what allowed him to carry on his revenge plot- and that was to ignore her.

Shortly after the guests had arrived it came time for the main event- the dinner. The guests flocked over to the long table, taking their seats and quieting their conversations, turning their heads towards the head of the table- where their beloved Shirabu should be. Only he wasn’t there.

Kunimi repressed his smile, knowing full and well he was the reason for Shirabu’s absence, knowing that as they all sat and dined and had a wonderful evening the man who ruined his life was in what was possibly the biggest panic he had ever had.

The table became silent- and not the pleasant kind, while the guests waited for something to happen. Y/n took a breath before she stood. Her posture was that of a woman of status, she moved with practiced grace and elegance- but it didn’t take a genius to know she was stressed.

“Good evening- as you can see, my husband has been called away on important business matters, and since it is customary for the father to give the toast on his sons special day…I am afraid the one left to attempt it is myse-” “Would be me.” Kunimi watched the shock flash in Y/n’s eyes as he abruptly stood at the table, causing the woman to slowly take a seat, eyes harshly studying his person as he cleared his throat.

“Count Shirabu…decided to give this fool the honor of making his son’s birthday toast,” He faked a smile at the haughty laughs he received from the city’s finest, “Let this act of selflessness speak to the great character of the count, as it is by his great intuition and humility I stand before you to speak these words to young Tenya-”

He turned to face the young man, whose face brightened at the acknowledgement of his savior- his newfound idol.

“Now I’m sure you all have heard by now that young Tenya was attacked this afternoon, by thugs. How he was rescued by a mysterious man, that he’s lucky said man arrived when he did…But as the man who came to this young man’s aid, I can assure you- it is not to his benefit I arrived, but to those bandits.” The table once again went silent, and he waited a moment before he continued.

“When I came to his aid, I heard the robbers mention how they were going to torture him, beat him, strip him of his money and wealth, things any man would be terrified to hear. But, what did this fine, courageous young man say in the face of fear? ‘Do your worst’...there’s not much advice I can offer to you Tenya, as I can see you are already a fine young lad. But if there’s one thing I can say to commemorate this milestone, it’s this: you will face challenges in life, you will be backed into corners and face down amnesty and strife- but you must do as you did today, you must look that trouble in the eye and scream out ‘do your worst…for I will do mine,’...to young Tenya, who has entered this stage of life with strength!”

Cheers erupted from the table, congratulations rang out, and Kunimi sat down and let out a breath desperately trying to return his heart to a normal pace. He had become the count- no he WAS the Count of Aoba Johsai, he was smart and brave and strong and callous and everything he’s made himself to be. He was fearless and unstoppable and fueled by the hate he carried for those that sought to ruin him.

And yet in a moment of weakness, a slip up from the past he had vowed to leave behind- he found himself messing with a lock of hair at the base of his neck, a nervous tick he had developed as a child.

A nervous tick ingrained into the memory of a certain countess, who sat almost directly across from him at this banquet.

For you, my lovely bestie, @i-just-like-goats

#kunimi x reader #kunimi akira #shirabu x reader #haikyu au #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #HI YES IT'S BEEN A YEAR IM SO SORRY BUT ITS HERE #I AM ASHAMED OHMYGOSH ITS BEEN A YEAR SINCE CHAPTER 6 IM SO SORRY BUT HERE IT FINALLY IS😭#I actually do love this story and wanted to finish it FOREVER and now we're so riewngirke CLOSE #I will be going back and re-writing/editing previous chapters so the writing style is cohesive #chapter 1 and the masterlist are edited as we speak!#shirabu kenjirou #count of aoba johsai

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shirabaee · 2 years

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Taichi's Crush 💖

He had his eyes laid on you since the first day. Observing your every detail. Taichi Kawanishi, your classmate, just can't take his eyes off you. He doesn't know why you just look so beautiful, so pretty, so gorgeous to his view. He loved everything about you. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear, the way your voice sounds, the way you laugh, he loved it all. And he just can't get enough of it.

You caught him staring at you with a gentle expression and a smile that just continues to grow. You waved at him and made a confused face, you wondered why he was staring so deep into you. You were also a bit surprised that you caught him smiling, something that is somewhat rare for him as he always has a blank expression or a scowl.

Taichi snaps back to reality and quickly turns his attention away from you. He's embarrassed and flustered at the same time. He's blushing, ears turning red, he covered his face with both of his hands.

Pretending to wipe his face off, he acted cool and unbothered again. As he turned to take a glance at you, he saw you laughing and giggling with your classmate. And suddenly there's this fluttering inside him again, he can't help but to let out a smile and so he quickly hid his face on his desk with both arms covering him. He thinks to himself, just why is it that he melts when you smile? why is he so amazed at every expression you make? why does he fall so much for your so melodic voice? He hasn't felt this way before, he wanted to somewhat stop this feeling but he also wanted to keep it forever at the same time.

"Y/N" do you have notes from our science class?, can I borrow them?" suddenly, his chest felt tight and he felt a mixture of somewhat sorrow, anger and a bit of envy as if something is being taken from him, yet he couldn't point what was causing it.

He was jealous.

A bit after lunchtime, he caught you sleeping in the classroom. Red hues start to appear on his cheeks. He admired your sleeping face from his seat. He smiles as if it reaches his ears. A genuine, true, happy smile. His thought fills with the present view he sees. He found your sleeping face 'cute'. And he'd like to look at it forever.

A classmate enters, and Taichi's head quickly turns and his smile fades to his casual expression.

It took him months to realize. Without Tendou pointing it out for him, he would've never realised on his own. Suddenly it all made sense, everything he felt when he was around you, the fast beating of his heart, the thoughts of you in his head, the scenarios he'd make of you and him.

He had a huge crush on you.

And he was quite good at not making it obvious too.

Tendou and his other upperclassmen suggested, that he should confess to you. It had been on his mind lately as well. He thought of it over and over.

Until he was sure, he was going to.

After thinking about it endlessly, he finally had the courage and confidence to finally confess. He's nervous but he's excited, he's happy that he could finally tell you how he feels and how he wants to be with you.

Now he's on his way to tell you. When he saw a scene that made all the fluttering go away and was replaced with a feeling that felt like his stomach dropped.

His best friend, Shirabu, was asking you out. And he only stood there in shock. As he saw you returning Shirabu's feeling. He felt broken inside. He couldn't do anything, even though he badly wanted to.

He couldn't reach you anymore.

Oh wowww, I made a fluffy fic for the first time 😘, seriously though, it's my first time making stories like these. I hope it was good 🌟

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #taichi kawanishi #kawanishi taichi #kawanishi x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq x you #shiratorizawa can step on me #shirabaee #shiratorizawa #shirabu kenjirou

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luckyann222 · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: T Relationships: Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, Background KawaGata - Relationship Characters: Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjirou, Yamagata Hayato, Kawanishi Taichi Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Fluff, eventually, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Misunderstandings, failed love confessions, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Requited Unrequited Love Series: Part 10 of Shiratorizawa boys and their love struggles Summary:

After long months of pining, Semi finally decided to confess his feelings to Shirabu.

However, he is left in shambles when Shirabu introduces him to his girlfriend, effectively ruining Semi's plan and breaking his heart.

#semishira #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#semi eita #shirabu kenjiro #semi x shirabu #shirabu kenjirou #hq fluff #hq angst #hq fics #haikyuu fics #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu semi #haikyuu shirabu #shiratorizawa

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mavrintarou · 7 months

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Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi [1]

I tried to do one part... but this got too long. I feel like this is the smuttiest of all Lord series (tell me otherwise - let me know which one you think is the smuttiest lol). If you’re new, welcome to my Lord Haikyuu fandom, I have completed Lord series for Sakusa, Suna, Kita, and the Miya twins, check them out too!

Warning: explicit smut; angst; TW: miscarriage; reader is inexperience

Part two - end

Wakatoshi thrust hard one final time before he withdrew and fisted his cock, he groaned as his cum shot thick white spurts all over Y/n’s belly and breasts.

Her eyes shut as her pussy spasm even after his withdrawal, the overstimulating effect he often left her in. Her chest rose with heavy breath as her legs that were pinned to her chest were finally freed from his grip. Y/n didn’t need to open her eyes to hear he was grabbing a towel, as always, he cleaned her up afterward.

Y/n opened her eyes and reached her hand out, indicating for him to give her the towel so she could clean herself up. He ignored her reach and began wiping his essence away.

She didn’t quite understand why he preferred to ejaculate on her, only to wipe it away. Not that she wanted him to cum while he was inside of her.

She lay there with an arm over her eyes while he wiped her down, even between her legs. The first time he did this, she panicked and nearly fought him until he ordered her to remain still with his stern Captain tone.

“We have a mission coming in two days, I need you to prepare – “

“I know, I know…” Y/n cut him off, even though he repeated the same thing every time they had a mission together. Somedays she wondered if she was more his assistant than his second in command.

She rolled over as soon as he set the towel back in the basin, that was her usual cue to leave. She grabbed her yukata and was about to slip it on when she was suddenly on her back once again.

“Who said I was done?”

Y/n’s eyes widened briefly before she quickly blinked them away. Lately, Wakatoshi has been keeping her in his chamber longer than before, not satisfied until he’s had his way with her.

“I’m – I’m sore,” Y/n murmured, cheeks flushing.

Y/n didn’t know the true meaning of soreness until her first night with her Captain. She has gone through the exact training and exercise the rest of her team has endured to earn their current position regardless of her gender and never once has she uttered a complaint, even in the face of soreness.

She knew she was inexperienced and lacked education about sharing a man’s bed since she was essentially raised a boy by her grandfather and spent most of her time in the company of men.

Since the day she rose to second in command, there was never a mission she was not by her captain’s side but the one time that she was assigned to a different mission that he only trusted her to handle… he returned in a state of discomfort.

“What happened to him?” Y/n demanded, being blocked at Captain’s doorway by Shirabu and Ohira.

Reon avoided Y/n’s eyes, “he… uh – there… he’ll be fine in a couple of… hours. Or days.”

She narrowed her eyes at him before looking at Kenjiro, she knew he would tell her, he was the closest to her on the team. “Tell me Jiro – what’s wrong with Cap?”

Kenjiro looked uncomfortable under her strict gaze before sighing, “he was exposed to some unknown powder during this mission…”

Y/n’s eyes widened, and she made a move to brush past them and see for herself how the captain’s well-being was but they blocked her once more. “Move,” she demanded sternly, never once speaking to them with that tone.

Reon raised his hands in a defense mechanism, “listen, Y/n… you can’t see him right now… for his dignity… and maybe your safety.”

They were speaking in a circle and it was making Y/n frustrated.

“Yes, it is best if you don’t see him within the next… maybe a few days…” Kenjiro added, trying to avoid eye contact.

“If you guys do not get to the point and tell me exactly what is wrong with Cap, I will put you both down.”

Both men’s breath hitched as they straightened their shoulders in reflex. Kenjiro looked at Reon before he nodded. Kenjiro, the team’s medic expert exhaled before speaking, “we believe the unknown drug is a form of an aphrodisiac.” He paused, “since discovering this, Cap… Cap is in pain.”

“Are there no medicine or herbs to help?”

Kenjiro shook his head, “no, it will flush out of his system in time or… with assistance.”

“What kind of assistance?”

“Sexual… he is in a state of sexual desire… that is the only other way to help him is to meet his sexual desires.”

At that exact moment, all three of them jumped when they heard a crash coming within the Captain’s chamber. Both Kenjiro and Reon entered his room finding their captain on the floor naked.

Y/n has seen Wakatoshi topless many times due to tending his wounds but never has she seen him completely naked.

Wakatoshi turned his head, looking at Y/n with hooded dark eyes. “Y/n…” he groaned, a hand reaching out to her. “I need you…”

Kenjiro and Reon struggled to get him back on his feet, dragging him back to his futon.

“Y/n, you should leave – your presence might make it more difficult for –“ Kenjiro is knocked on his feet when Wakatoshi pushes him aside, trying to stand and make his way towards Y/n. “Y/n, leave!”

Reon interfered and wrapped his strong arms around Wakatoshi, “Wakatoshi, you are not in your right mind right now – please go back to the futon!” He was close to pulling the man with the same body size as his back to the futon until Wakatoshi maneuvered, shoving him off– making him fall right on top of Kenjiro, and knocking the wind out of him.

“Jiro!” Y/n ran towards the two but was caught by Wakatoshi in a bear hug. “Cap – get a hold of yourself!” She tried to pull herself free but it was futile when he held on to her tightly. His nose pressed against her exposed collarbone before she felt his hot tongue lick along her neck.

Looking at an unconscious Kenjiro and Reon who is trying to wake him up, a hand grips her jaw forcing her to look into the dark eyes of her captain.

“Only look at me, Y/n.” He growled, before pressing his lips against hers.

Y/n moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Reon, take Jiro and leave! I’ll handle Wakatoshi from here.” Reon refused, shaking his head but before he could protest, Y/n commanded him. “Go, now!”

Reon lifted the lanky Kenjiro into his arms and tossed him over his shoulder before hurrying out, closing the door behind him.

Immediately, she pushed against him with her might until he let her go. “Wakatoshi… this isn’t like you.” Her captain, whom she had known for years stalked her like she was his prey.

Jiro’s words earlier echo in her ears, meet his sexual desires…

Letting out a frustrated breath, she began to untie her uniform. Each piece of clothing dropped on the ground by her feet until she stood before him naked. She had some knowledge about intimacy between a man and a woman and heard plenty of tips from the men on her team.

She just needed to trick him, get him on the bed so she could knock him out.

Wakatoshi approached her, he looked taller and bigger without his clothing.

Was his shoulders always this broad? She found herself lost in admiration.

“Y/n,” he murmured, reaching to lift her chin so their gaze could meet. “You’re so…” his eyes drop to appreciate her naked form, “beautiful.” His arm snaked around her waist, pressing her against him.

Y/n gasped, feeling the hard ripples of his body pressed against her but what caught her off guard was his cock she has been avoiding was pressing against her abdominal. She pressed her palms against his chest to put space but Wakatoshi was faster, his hands picked her up easily off the ground. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and legs around his torso. She can feel his rough callus hands supporting her naked bottom.

“Kiss me, Y/n… please…”

He held her higher, making her look down at him. Her cheeks flushed as he gazed at her desperately, pleadingly for her to put him out of his misery. Leaning down, she pressed her mouth against him, meeting his kiss hungrily.

She has kissed one other man but has never kissed them as intensely as now. She couldn’t recognize the lewd moans that were coming from her mouth continuing to meet Wakatoshi’s movement.

“Wai – wait Captain – “ she broke off the kiss, and flinched when she heard him growl in disappointment. His lips move to her jaw, nipping down to her throat. She looked over at the futon to see if she could get him to lie down, then maybe she could take the opportunity and knock him unconscious.

“I need you,” Wakatoshi murmured against her throat. “Need you now, Y/n… please…”

She gently lifted his face, meeting his dilated pupils with her gaze. Her heart raced faster than ever before. Throughout her entire life, she has never been swayed by anything yet at this moment, her heart and mind wanted to give in. She felt an undeniable yearning to yield, to grant him what he sought. “O – okay,” she heard herself say, “just once…” Her heart skipped a beat when his pouty lips curved into a smile, “don’t – don’t make me regret it…”

Wakatoshi muttered something under his breath before moving. Y/n turned her head to see where he was carrying her and frowned when he walked straight to the dresser and set her slightly on the edge. He pulled away and her eyes locked with his thick hard cock that was leaking from the tip. Her belly was smeared of the white milky essence.

Any words she had was lost as she watched him stroke his cock, her jaw dropped unknowingly as she has never seen something so exotic before.

He stepped forward, pressing the tip to her pussy, bit by bit he pushed forward and groaned, “relax for me.”

The tip impaled her entrance, making her tense at the foreign intrusion. “I can’t…” Y/n shook her head, whimpering, “I’ve never done this before… this is weird…”

“Look at me,” she looked up, the tone demanding her as her Captain.

Wakatoshi pressed his lips to hers, his tongue immediately searching to tangle with hers. As soon as she was distracted, he thrust in one go, fully embedded inside of her pussy.

He wrapped an arm around her back to keep her from pushing away from him. He cooed soothing words kissing her mouth as she swore at him about hurting her.

“You’re okay,” he repeated, kissing her tears away. “You can do this, you can take me, Y/n… I know you can otherwise I wouldn’t need you…”

Her fist gently beat against his shoulders, “you’re too… you’re too big…”

Wakatoshi half chuckled and choked a groan as her hot walls throb around his cock. He slowly began moving his hip in shallow thrusts until her wetness has lubricated his cock. As soon as it became easier for his entire length to penetrate her fully, his thrusts fastened. He groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, “you’re too tight… fuck I love it though… you feel so good…” Her soft whimpers gradually turned into moans as he continued to coo assuring affirmation. “You’re doing good… so good… you’re so good for me.” He hooked one of her legs over his arm, widening her legs to accommodate when he thrust inside her again. “You’re taking me so well…”

Y/n followed his gaze and looked down and was mesmerized at his cock pump into her pussy. How is it that seconds ago it was pain she felt, but now it is pleasure? “Cap – “

“My name.”

She peered up at him, biting down on her lip to hold in her lewd moans she never knew she could make.

“My name, Y/n.” He commanded again with a soft tone, “say my name.”

She shook her head, it felt too intimate saying his name while his cock was buried deep inside of her.

He shook his head with a grin, “stubborn woman.” He hooked his other arm underneath her knee, lifting her completely off the dresser. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

She followed his command and immediately regretted it when he easily lifted her hips and began thrusting into her at the same time. Y/n’s grip tightened around his neck being at his mercy. “Cap – “

“Say my name!” Wakatoshi growled, nipping her ear. When she still refused, he sped his movement along with bouncing her harder on his cock.

“My Lord!”

Wakatoshi's movement halted as he unexpectedly heard her address him in that term. “Ahh… fuck…” he cursed as his cock pulsated. “Y/n… you little tease…” he whispered hotly into her ear. He just came but he was not close to being satisfied.

Y/n’s eyes widen as she quickly leaned back to look at him when he continue to keep rocking her on his cock. “What –“ The rest of her words turned into a moan as he started to bounce her on his cock. “Wait – you just – “

His hot breath teased her ear as he nipped the lobe, “more Y/n… I need more…”

“Wa – Waka – Toshi! Wait – you’re going too – fast!” Her ears were tuning in the lewd sound of their skin slapping together. “’Toshi! Stop – I feel – I feel weird!” Each time his cock filled her for a split second, it sends a pulse to the place she never knew existed. Her lower belly quivered like she was going to explode any second.

“Let go, Y/n – cum for me…” he whispered and commanded, “cum on my cock.”

Her back arched, her toes curled and her head thrown back as her body trembled. Her pussy throbbed and constricted around his cock. Wakatoshi's low groan mixed with hers as he finally stopped thrusting into her.

Her eyes widen feeling something warm shoot inside of her for the second time. Y/n fell limp against him, her head resting against the crook of his neck and shoulder as the last ounce of strength she had depleted.

Wakatoshi was lost in his world, still coming down from his high. His cock was still hard, the drug had not completely worn off even after such intense sex. “Y/n?” he called her name. When she did not respond he lifted her enough to slip his cock out. He heard something spill and glanced down to see a pool of milky essence.

He could feel her steady breath fanning his neck and secure his grip around her bottom, carrying her gently to the futon.

“Just stay.”

Y/n blinked, breaking out of the memories of how their rendezvous had commenced. “No, I want to sleep in my chamber.” She quickly got up but he caught her wrist, gazing at her with a soft expression that she had seen recently and making her heart race.

“Are you okay?” His tone filled with worry. “Shall I escort you back to your chamber?”

She shook her head, brushing his hand off, “I am okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hurried before he could convince her to stay. Each time, it was becoming a challenge to say no to him.

[5 days later]

It has been a few hours since Y/n finally woke up from days of deep slumber.

All she could recollect from the mission was that they were ambushed. Before heading out, she had an eerie and unsettling feeling about the mission that she had never felt before. Half a day into their mission something did not feel right when her six senses noticed the quietness around them.

Whatever had happened has been blocked out of her memories.

It was evident of her substantial injuries, her right shoulder was bandaged from an arrow piercing, and a stab wound in her left thigh.

Those were expected injuries, however, the one she did not expect and was still wrapping her head around even after the doctor had left her chambers was that she had miscarried.

She was pregnant.

Since the doctor left, her hand had been resting on her abdomen, where her unborn baby is no longer living.

She was foolish to disregard the risk of pregnancy after many nights spent in her captain's bed. He had been careful to withdraw and ejaculate on her body. Y/n was oblivious to the idea that she could still conceive otherwise. Looking back, she must have conceived from her first night with him. It would be likely that she might have been pregnant prior to them making their intimate meetups a routine. She recalled the peculiar feeling of him cumming continuously inside of her the first night and it was that moment when she was lost in her bliss and pleasure she neglected to take any precautions.

The doctor determined the miscarriage was likely caused by the excessive blood loss she suffered. Her wounds themselves had put her body in shock and if the doctor calculated correctly, Y/n was more than three months along in the pregnancy. “You were still in the risky stages of pregnancy, it is nothing to dwell on as most women face this risk altogether.”

Her hand pressed against her flat belly, recollecting a few days prior when she noticed the slight weight gain but did not put too much thought into it.

“Captain went berserk.” Shirabu quietly informed, “you may not know but after everything, we believe that the ambush was to take you out first and then everyone else. Every one of them targeted you while you were trying to keep Captain safe.”

Y/n pondered, confused as to why she would have been the target but it would make sense strategically if enemies cannot get to the main target, then take out their protector first.

“My guess is that if they took you out first, it would be easier to take out the rest of us.” Shirabu stood up, “but please rest, for the time being, you are ordered to rest. Captain has ordered a checklist for the doctor to sign off before you’re allowed to return.” He kept it to himself, but he was sure the Captain would not let her return to active duty. He knew that Ushijima Wakatoshi would never allow her to lift her sword or wear her uniform after this mission.

“Shirabu,” Y/n called his name quietly, “does he – does he know about –“

Shirabu reached for her hand and squeezed it, “yes, he knows but only a few of us, including me and Reon. Do not fret, no one else won’t know.”

After he left her to rest, Y/n stared out the window and she didn’t notice the tears that slipped from the corner of her eyes.

Wakatoshi needed a moment to absorb Y/n’s report. His breath caught in his throat when the doctor reported to him her injuries and informed him additionally, the news of her miscarriage.

“This is precisely why some argue against women serving in the Shiratorizawa Scout regime,” he lamented, shaking his head in disappointment. “This incident alone could potentially lead to her removal as second in command once the report makes it up to the leadership and shame the regime altogether.” Closing his briefcase, he remarked, “the loss of the child has placed a significant mental burden on her. I do not believe she was aware that she was pregnant.” He pushed his specs upward, “even if she isn’t removed from the squad, it’s uncertain whether she’ll fully recover.”

The doctor remained entirely unaware of the identity of the person he was addressing, oblivious to the fact that Ushijima Wakatoshi was, in fact, the father of the unborn child.

Wakatoshi loomed over the diminutive doctor, whose expression swiftly transformed into one of fear. “You will not breathe a word of this outside these walls, do you comprehend?” Wakatoshi cautioned.

The doctor nodded, responding barely audible as he muttered, “un – understood.”

After dismissing him, Wakatoshi sat in his chair in deep thought. Had Y/n really not known she was pregnant all this time? And when did it happen? He had been careful to pull out every time even if he wanted nothing more than to cum inside of her…

“Argh,” he groaned, burying his face into his hands. If Y/n was pregnant, it meant that it must have been from the first time. Memories came flooding back as he remembers the exhilarating feeling when he would watch his cum ooze out every time he thrust back into her. His cock was still hard as a rock even after so many rounds. Y/n would whimper, crying out that she was too full of his cum and he would fuck his cum back into her until they were both sticky with their mixed essence.

“This is all my fault,” he muttered, fingers fisting his hair tightly. She was in this predicament because of him.

Wakatoshi shook his head to shake off the memories, it was not the time to think about the past. He shot up from his seat and headed towards Y/n’s room.

Entering her room with a hushed step, he discovered her seated by the window, her expression devoid of emotion. It was a welcome sight compared to finding her asleep every time he visited.

His gaze shifted to the untouched tray of food and he let out a sigh, remarking gently, “you’ve hardly touched your meal.”

As soon as their eyes met, Wakatoshi swiftly approached her, kneeling by her side and enveloping her in his arms, cradling her delicate form. Aside from tangling their limbs in bed, outside of that, they refrained from touching one another. He whispered softly, his voice filled with concern, “please, tell me. What do you want? What can I do to bring the light back into your eyes?” His words were muffled as he buried his face into her lap, seeking to comfort her.

After a brief pause, he raised his head and gazed into her vacant eyes. Even while kneeling, he remained taller than her as she occupied the chair. Tenderly, he cradled her cheek and gently urged, “Y/n, please, speak to me.”

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest.

His embrace grew tender as he enveloped her, holding her tightly. A hitch in his breath accompanied her trembling form and muffled sobs against his yukata.

All he could offer was a tighter grip, a comforting presence in her time of need.

[2 weeks later]

Reon and Kenjiro did not dare breathe as Wakatoshi was a ticking bomb.

Many often found him intimidating, though he was truly a gentle giant.

But in this particular moment, gentleness was nowhere to be found.

Their gaze fixated on the slightly crumpled piece of paper clutched tightly in their Captain’s hand. It was almost certain that this was the official report regarding Y/n’s release from duty. The entire team had just been informed of her release and had come to inquire more information about it from their Captain, only to discover that he was the last to be informed.

Wakatoshi let out a low exhale, his focus still zoned out as he recollected his and Y/n’s last conversation.

“They will remove me.” Y/n said to Wakatoshi, “promise me you’ll pick Reon to replace me.”

Wakatoshi brought their foreheads together, “you’re not getting replaced, I’ll make sure your report only lists your injuries, nothing more.” He was willing to do anything to keep her by his side. He locked eyes with her, gazing into hers. “You are not alone.” His hand tightened behind her nape, “it was my child too, Y/n.” His statement must have caught her off guard as she flinched. “I may not know the pain you’re feeling, the suffering and the grieving but know this Y/n, I am in pain too. I’m suffering too. And I’m grieving for our child too.” His features softened, and he leaned up to kiss her forehead. “I’ll take all responsibility, I am at fault.” Wakatoshi sighed softly, he cupped her face with both hands, “Y/n, if you can give me six months, I will step down as Captain and we can settle down anywhere you would like.”

Y/n frowned and pulled away from his touch. “No, you shouldn’t do that.”

Wakatoshi frowned in return, “why not?”

“You do not need to do that for me, please don’t do that for me.” She pulls away from him completely, standing up and walking away. “It was not your fault at all, Cap. It wasn’t like you forced me, I allowed myself to get involved with you.”

“And it was my carelessness that made you pregnant, therefore, my responsibility.”

“And I am telling you that you do not need to take responsibility for it.” She shot back, “I am tired, please leave me alone.”

Wakatoshi left without uttering another word, and that marked the final exchange and encounter between them. The next day, he was promptly dispatched on a mission, keeping him away for half a week. Upon his return, exhaustion overcame him, and he slumbered for a continuous sixteen hours. When he finally awoke and sought out Y/n, her room was void of any presence. He initially assumed she might have been on break or he had approached at an inopportune moment, only to find her room empty upon his return each subsequent day.

“Captain,” Reon called out quietly, “what…”

“I don’t know, but I will find out,” Wakatoshi promised, exiting his office. He marched straight into his leader’s office without notice and slammed the letter on the desk. “What is this?” his voice is low and quiet.

The individual whom Wakatoshi regarded as a father figure let out a sigh and removed his glasses, setting the stage for a silent and intense gaze-lock between them. “It is exactly what it means, Wakatoshi.” He sighed, lighting up a cigarette, “I did the best I could to have her be discharged instead of dismissed. You know something like that could not have been swept under the rug.” He exhaled a puff of smoke and the frustration he had been carrying on his shoulder. “Y/n is one of a kind and she has shown nothing but loyalty and commitment to the regime. She will be a great loss to us but you both knew the bylaws.” He eyed Wakatoshi, “if it was anyone, you both would have been dismissed with dishonor but because you both are highly valued, I could only save you.”

“Tell me,” Wakatoshi began, his voice cold, “where in the bylaws states that a relationship cannot be established between a man and a woman?”

“That is the thing, you were comrades, you made the mistake and treated her like a woman.” He shook his head, “look, Waka – we are men and we have our needs but you should have found someone else, not someone who is your second-in-command.” He killed his cigarette and released the last puff of smoke.

Wakatoshi’s face hardened, “what happened and what was shared between Y/n and I is no one’s business when there are no laws that state that a man and a woman on the same Corp cannot seek a romantic relationship.” His body towered over his leader, making him slightly cower. “I’d like to see where that is written.”

“It – it may not be written but it’s definitely frowned upon.” He did not understand why Wakatoshi was making a big deal out of it. “Do you feel for this woman, Ushijima?”

“I owe you no explanation, I will be clearing my office and you will see and accept my immediate resignation letter by the end of the night.” Wakatoshi was out the door before his leader could utter a word, still processing his words.

Y/n gazed at her old and long-abandoned family home, realizing it had been over 20 years since she had last set foot inside. Pushing the gates open, she entered the property and took stock of the work that awaited her to bring it back to its former glory.

The basket in her hand has become slightly heavy filled with vegetables and meat as she shopped. Y/n stared across the market at the textile store, seeing various kimonos on display.

For years, she wore custom uniforms seven days a week, which left her with little need to have kimonos or yukatas, aside from the ones she wore to bed. The few she owned, she had brought with her, but they were all in black. As she examined the yellow kimono with white floral prints, Y/n found herself strangely drawn to it.

“I thought it was you, Y/n.”

Y/n looked up, her eyes widening as a smile graced her lips. “Chigaya Maru.”

She lost count of how many years it had been since she last saw him, from a little boy to a grown adult. His shoulders were broad and well-built, and she couldn’t help but believe that he had likely assumed the mantle of their family’s longstanding sword-smithing business.

“My mom would be so thrilled to hear you have finally returned home.” His expression softened as he smiled, “we’ve all missed you.”

Maru walked beside Y/n in silence as they made their way back to her house. “Come by the shop tomorrow, I’ll show you the pieces I’ve made.”

They made it to the front gates, “sounds good, I’ll swing by soon. Have a good night, Maru.” She entered the gates, closing them behind her. She waited until she heard Maru’s footsteps fade before entering her home.

Her home still required cleaning and some additional repairs, but it was now habitable, and being in this familiar setting brought her a comforting sense of reassurance.

She laid down on the new futon she purchased and rolled over towards the window. For the first time in her life, she felt so alone.

It hadn’t occurred to her that her team may have been strangers at one point, but they all became brothers to her and became a family to her.

The captain’s face entered her thoughts, and she tightly shut her eyes, feeling the pain in her heart intensify, the ache of missing him becoming almost unbearable. Did he know of her absence by now?

In such a short amount of time that they were intimately involved, she would have never imagined how challenging it would be now to walk away from someone when they made you feel… loved and wanted. And made you feel like a woman.

Her hand slipped down and in between her legs as the place in between her legs ached.

Ushijima Wakatoshi made her addicted to his touch.

Her fingers slipped in between her yukata as she pressed the aching nub before sliding the pad of her fingers along her slit like how he always did it.

Y/n rolled onto her back and widened her legs, her finger teased her clit, rubbing it in circles. A lewd whimper escaped her lips the moment her finger slipped past her folds. “’Toshi…”

Her fingers were nothing compared to his but she tried to mimic his movements.

She let her mind imagine that they were his, that he was there in between her legs and fingering her with not one, or two but three of his thick fingers, curling them each time they were knuckle deep.

Her other hand caresses her chest until she finds her perky nipple, twisting and tugging it.

Wakatoshi never spared her nipples, always suckling them like how she had seen a mother breastfeed her baby. She had never seen a woman nurse a baby before and couldn’t help but be reminded when Wakatoshi’s lips found hers and suckled hard.

The naive Y/n had thought with the way he was suckling, milk would come out. “Toshi… you’re sucking too hard… I don’t have milk for you.” She blurted out.

He lifted his head, caught off guard by her comment. “Of course, you wouldn’t have milk, you aren’t lactating.” He chuckled at the confused expression, “you are not pregnant, you do not need to fret about lactating.”

“But you keep sucking like…” she blushed, turning her face away.

Wakatoshi gently gripped her chin and turned her face so they were looking at one another, “like what?”

“Like a… baby.”

“Like this?” he takes her nipple back into his mouth and suckles hard. “Do you like it when I do that?”

She nodded her head, “yes… I do.”

Y/n’s fingers easily thrust in and out of her pussy with how wet she has become. “Toshi…” she repeated, calling his name as her fingers fastened until her orgasm erupted. Her hot gummy walls squeezed and trembled around her fingers.

She looks down, seeing her legs spread wide and fingers still inside her pussy. She had never touched herself before yet, here she is, pleasuring herself the way Wakatoshi did. Her head falls back onto her pillow as she imagined how he would have cum all over her abdomen, his groan each time spurts ejaculated from the tip of his thick cock. She remembered the first time he had done so, he smeared it over her skin like it was lotion.

Y/n spread her palm over her abdomen, rubbing it like Wakatoshi had always done so. Her hand paused as she thought about her child who was no longer growing within her.

She found it amusing how overnight, she could change from a woman who would not hesitate to kill on sight to a woman who grieved for the child she did not know. She never knew the latter woman even existed in her. In an instant, she no longer wanted to be part of the Corp, the almost maternal instinct within her took over and the new her wanted nothing to do with that lifestyle no more. It was best she left the Corp and returned home to settle quietly and start a new life.

[Five months later]

A towel pressed along her forehead, dabbing the sweat she wasn’t even aware of. Maru smiled softly down at her, “don’t strain yourself, Y/n.”

Y/n returned the smile and nodded, “don’t worry, I’m not.” She continued to sharpen the katana.

She was blessed with a job with the Chigaya. They were in need of a sword sharpener and that was a specialty Y/n possessed. The business sales increased drastically within days as many sought to have their sword refined.

“It is a mixture of pressure and light-handed when sharpening,” Y/n informed, showing Maru one afternoon. “You must use the right amount of water along with the pressure to stay consistent and prevent any damage to the sword.”

Maru’s father walks in, carrying a sword carefully in his arms. He set it on a stand, “here is another drop-off.” He sighed, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Y/n. For generations, the family business thrived, but since Y/n had joined the team and taken on the role that had remained vacant for two decades, the business had experienced a remarkable resurgence. The word had spread like wildfire, and Chigaya Swords was not attracting clients from far and wide.

“Thank you, I will get to it shortly here,” Y/n answered with a smile. She does the final wipe-down before sliding the sword she was refining back into its scabbard.

“Y/n,” Maru’s father called her name softly, “where did you learn sword sharpening skills?”

“When my grandfather came for me, I stayed with him while he was still serving in the Corp. Being the only girl, I wasn’t exactly welcomed or liked and the man who was in charge of managing the weapons room, allowed me to help when I would always watch him from his doorway.” She is reminded how she was always pestering the man she called Uncle with questions to the point where he just had her try it out for herself. It wasn’t afterward that he realized that she might be useful to him after all and took her in as his apprentice.

When her Uncle was not welding a sword, he was teaching her how to hold a sword, how to swing, and everything there is to know.

At the age of seventeen, her Uncle encouraged her to join the swordsman tournament within the Corp, the winner would be recognized as a member of the Corp. On the day of the event, she shocked the entire crowd but nothing could be counted against her as there were no rules stating a woman could not participate.

She shocked the crowd a second time in one day when she was the last one standing, winning the tournament.

Y/n turned down the offer to join the Corp, insisting she would become a weapon welder.

For the first time, her grandfather, patted her head, “I am proud of you.”

He was murdered during an abrupt attack on the base. Y/n herself was gravely injured but as soon as her wounds healed, she hunted down the man who was responsible for her grandfather’s death and others.

She returned, bloody and battered but with the head of the Colonel.

Maru’s father affectionately patted her head, evoking memories of her grandfather and uncle, the last two who had done so. “We are deeply thankful to you,” he expressed. “Finding a skilled sword sharpener is no easy task. Not everyone possesses the gift touch to refine a blade as you do.” He looks past Y/n and at Maru, “come, I need your help.”

The two men leave the room that has become Y/n’s sanctuary. She reached to touch the top of her head and smiled. Such a simple gesture but it has always warmed her heart and soul.

Y/n peered out the window, her view obscured by the torrential rain. Rainy days had always made her sword-sharpening sessions feel therapeutic. Her gaze then shifted to the last remaining sword, the one Maru’s father had recently delivered.

She let out a sigh and extended her hand toward the sword.

Just as her hand was about to make contact with it, something jolted her, causing her hand to freeze in mid-air, a mere centimeters away from the sword. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she instantly recognized the handle of the sword.

“Your sword, Lord Ushijima,” Y/n spoke softly, carefully lifting the sword with both hands and offering it to him. “I hope you won’t mind that I completed your sword for you. We both know… Uncle would have been honored to present you with this blade.”

Uncle had just completed the construction of a custom-made sword for Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi, only to succumb to a fatal medical condition shortly thereafter. When Y/n and the others discovered him, he wore a serene smile on his face, having peacefully departed from the world.

“I’ve made some adjustments to the handle,” she said, lifting the sword above her head. “I believe a longer handle will be more fitting for you, especially since you swing with your left hand. This added length will provide both increased flexibility and stability in your swings.”

Y/n’s hands trembled as she gingerly lifted the sword. Among the swords she worked on so far, the Captain’s sword was the only one she knew of that had an additional inch and a half added to the handle.

There was but one way to confirm the sword’s owner. With a gentle pull of the scabbard, she revealed the blade, and as she turned it, her breath caught her throat.

As the final touch before handing the sword to its rightful owner, she meticulously engraved the letterings: Shiratorizawa – Ushijima Wakatoshi

E/n: next part might be shorter or like half of this.

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midoriima · 2 years

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i think i'll miss you forever

www.hq_stzw/angst-major-character-death.com

It was at times like this that had you staying up late at night, staring at your ceiling, letting your thoughts run just thinking about him and what could've been.

What could've been if you weren't such a wimp and immediately swam after him after he dove too deep under the water with barely any oxygen left in his tank for a test of courage, because before you knew it, he was gone.

His family put you to blame for it, or at least, for half of it. There was no reason to do so, but you understood why. Still, nobody was to blame.

Or was there? Surely there should be a reason to blame you. After all, you were the only one present with him under the water before he had gone off deeper than anyone would whilst low on oxygen.

The guilt weighed heavy on your shoulders that you swear colours are draining from your life and that familiar feel of an uncomfortable tickle on your nose, telling you that a flood of tears were incoming.

But you let it be. You let the tears flow like you always do. The only thing present there that was enough for comfort was the inexplainable sadness of being alone as you experience grieving from his death. Your "friends" cried about it but moved on so quickly,

Tell me, how do you do that?

Even therapy wasn't enough to get over him because of the reoccuring reminder that you could have saved him, that you could have stopped him from that courage test, but you didn't. You were stupid to put faith in the oxygen tank that barely had anything to breathe from.

You could have stopped him. He was right before you before he disappeared, so why didn't you stop him?

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atsumulogy · 2 years

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synopsis: kdrama cliches & tropes u would experience w/ ur haikyuu boys.

pairing(s): various x gn!reader

content warning: mentions of being drunk, pinch of angst at the bonus end, wrist grabbing, mentions of a fight

naia’s footnote: first post 4 this blog … Feeling: Nervous 😹this probably a bit ooc but let me live! also?? the read more thingy gives me these stupid glitches and i had to redo this for so many times

likes & reblogs are appreciated!

PIGGY BACK RIDES — scenario wherein you probably got injured or got too tired to walk and he carries you on his back (either begrudgingly or happily, either way you’re both warmer than usual in the face but no one says anything.)

→ BOKUTO, tsukishima(is part of the begrudgingly part, you’re probably too tired to walk or injured and he’s totally NOT worried about you okay? he just finds your whining annoying and wants you to shut up.) noya, asahi, aran, kita, akaashi, daichi, aone.

FORCED COHABITATION — you guys probably hate each other, and somehow, someway, you guys end up in a situation where you guys have to live together. this was not a part of his or your plans, but so is falling in love with each other but i guess fate has other plans!

→ SAKUSA, atsumu, shirabu, semi (you think he plays his guitar way too loud not knowing it’s the chords of the song he wrote about you)

CONFESSION OF FEELINGS BUT … — either you or he fell asleep, blackout drunk or just sleepy as hell. or he gets interrupted before he confesses by a phone call that will lead to many scenarios from misunderstandings to an emergency that will set back the confession a few more episodes until he actually gets to confess. or at this point, you have to be the one to confess because things just won’t go his way!

→ OIKAWA (LMAO, wanna see him suffer), ennoshita, kyotani, iwaizumi, goshiki, makki, tanaka, asahi, hinata, lev, atsumu, kuroo.

SHARING AN UMBRELLA — it rains but you forgot your umbrella, and he so happens to have one with him. and somehow you and him end up under his umbrella, close proximity as you could literally feel his hot breath and he wonders if you could hear his heart beat drumming like he just ran a whole mile. he would angle the umbrella in a way that you wouldn’t get wet by the rain while his shoulders soaking wet but it’s okay, as long as you’re fine and dry he doesn’t mind getting wet by the rain <3 (bonus if next day he gets sick and you visit him and take care of him AND maybe an almost kiss happening … 😁)

→ AKAASHI, KITA, semi, goshiki, tanaka, yamamoto, kuroo

WRIST GRABS — grabs your wrists to get you to talk to him because you walked out on him OR OR HE GRABS YOUR WRISTS BECAUSE HE GOT JEALOUS WITH THE GUY YOU’RE TALKING TO OR (they try not to be as forceful or harsh tho ☹️)

→ iwaizumi, osamu, suna, yaku, kyotani, tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, atsumu, kuroo (?) atp i’m just saying anyone that comes into my mind LMAO

OLD CHILDHOOD FRIENDS THAT MEET AGAIN (AND FALL IN LOVE) — okay so you guys either remember each other not, but that really doesn’t matter in the end because either way, you guys would end up together. hashtag fated soulmates!

→ ushijima (I JUST FEEL LIKE HE COULD FIT THIS TROPE .. or probably he reminds of this male lead in a kdrama i watched with this trope LOL), sakusa, noya, oikawa, tendou.

SHOULDER NAP — he falls asleep in your shoulders, whether he meant to or not won’t change the fact that you could hear the beat of your heart increasing, your breath hitching, and suddenly the room feels hotter than ever.

or you fall asleep in his shoulder and suddenly he can’t move a single muscle anymore, but it’s fine, he thinks, as you nuzzle yourself unconsciously into his neck.

→ SUNA, kenma, kyotani (you fall asleep on his shoulders and instead of pushing you off him, he lets you sleep there and glares at anyone who stares at you guys.), kageyama, tsukishima.

BONUS: THE LOVE TRIANGLE TROPE — my guilty pleasure but also my most behated trope ever.

the male lead — the one who got the love interest in the end.

→ oikawa, tsukishima (it’s giving asshole male lead but gets the girl in the end anyway!), bokuto, terushima, tanaka, kageyama, atsumu, osamu, shirabu, goshiki, ushijima

the second lead — probably deserves the love interest as much as the male lead OR probably deserves the love interest more LMAO

→ akaashi (he treats the love interest so well and he just?? loves them sm?? even though he’s not the one that they picked?? crying he doesn’t even expect anything from them. he's the type of second lead every viewer was rooting for), iwaizumi, kindaichi, lev, yamamoto, and if i say suna, ennoshita, noya, konoha, koganegawa, semi, kawanishi

#atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst #haikyuu drabbles #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader #tsukishima x reader #ushijima x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x you

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loveephia · 1 year

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things my crushes did as some of the HQ boys.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, sort of cheesy scenes, a tiny speck of angst in one scene, characters are repeated in different scenes i think fit them.

⚠ warning/s: reader gets insecure at one scenario.

note: the prompt is inspired by @/215-luv, but the scenes are of actual events that have happened to me. bold = real life scenario. not bold = extra details added.

it was a special day today; your birthday, to be exact. he knew of this but wasn't able to actually prepare a present on time. so you know what he did? he handpicked you a pretty pink flower, and he cheesily got on one knee for you, looking all proud.

BOKUTO, OIKAWA, atsumu (osamu probably watched this happen and cringed :p), komori, sugawara, lev.

the classroom ac was finally repaired after it was broken for some time now. you were starting to get cold from the new shift in temperature, so he gave you his hoodie with no complaints. it smelled.. quite nice.

SUNA, IWAIZUMI, kunimi, kageyama, sakusa, osamu, kyōtani, futakuchi.

after you two had admitted your feelings toward one another, he asked your close friend about all of your interests, hobbies, dreams, likes, and dislikes. he really did his best trying to learn more about you, so that he had an idea of what to talk to you about.

KUROO, AKAASHI, KITA, iwaizumi, sakusa, shirabu, tsukishima, kindaichi.

always calls you cute, whether it be in real life or in text, it was more than enough to make your heart pound and face red.

OIKAWA, YAKU, KUROO, SUNA, hinata (although i think he'd only do this further into the relationship), goshiki (it took him half of his sanity to say it the first time, but when he saw how red you got, he got the confidence to say it more), komori, koganegawa, lev, bokuto, daishō.

you and your classmates were assigned to decorating the classroom for Christmas. while trying to hang up the paper streamers, your fingers kept brushing against his. your heart ignited. of course, you couldn't ignore the small little smile growing on his face from each touch.

USHIJIMA, KUROO, LEV, semi, daichi, osamu.

asked for gaming advice because you were more advanced than him. he wanted to impress you, but it looks like you've impressed him first with your high rank and all of the amazing characters you own.

KENMA, GOSHIKI, KUNIMI, suna, iwaizumi, atsumu, osamu, lev, yamamoto.

when you were both paired for the upcoming school dance, all of your classmates could be heard giggling, talking about how such a perfect couple you two were.

KITA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, oikawa, yaku, shirabu (mr. top of the class and mrs. president :p), komori.

you were a sweet-tooth, so you always tried to buy some of your favorite ice cream from the cafeteria. he was aware of this, of course, even your classmates did. one day, you didn't want to participate in the physical education class since you were.. well, afraid to get judged. he promised to buy you your favorite ice cream if you joined, even if it was just for today, and the both of you kept your ends of the deal.

TENDŌ, OSAMU, komori, suna, kuroo, bokuto, hinata (he knows what it's like to be nervous in sports :p).

he was a part of your church band, and he kept looking at you from up on the stage. he was.. simply put, mesmerized by how beautiful you were. his friends kept teasing him, and they even asked if he could take a photo with you. you said yes with a shy smile on your face. (this wasn't about a crush, but i added this because i found this moment kinda cute.)

SEMI, KONOHA, suna, akaashi (you can't tell me he doesn't play the piano), futakuchi (futakuchi drummer au AAAAA).

every music class was separated in your school. you took (insert instrument) classes while he took (insert instrument) classes. you both had to take the same route to get to your classrooms, so you both walked there together. but the thing is, yours was closer. so he'd wait and sit with you outside until your music teacher opened the door. (honestly, this happened in the first grade, so i can't remember if he really did wait.)

AKAASHI, SEMI, FUTAKUCHI (he has a soft side, trust 💯), ushijima, kita, tsukishima.

he reluctantly/willingly participated in your disney fantasies because he liked you that much. he made you feel like a princess as he was your prince.

SAKUSA, KITA (he was your real-life disney prince), goshiki (he wanted to feel like your knight-in-shining-armor), tsukishima, kuroo, lev, hinata.

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hiraethwa · 28 days

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one summer day

07 sun and moon. where you plan a surprise for ushijima’s birthday with the help of his teammates

<< 06 saturn ii. | >> 08 (coming soon) | << the collection >>

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: as inspired by “i promised myself i would never fall in love but it was 4am and we were laughing way too hard and i felt happy for the first time in a long time" this one got a little out of hand hahaha :) hope you enjoy a cute slice of life chapter after all that angst from saturn parts i and ii - ave word count: 2.8k warnings: cursing, falling in love tags: @lemurzsquad -- (inbox me if you want to be added to the tag list)

august, second year

you hope that the boys did a good job of keeping your plan under wraps as you signaled to semi in the volleyball gym,. it’s summer break, and you had baked ushijima’s favorite cake as a surprise for his birthday. you have been planning this since the break started, coordinating with the boys on the team to celebrate his birthday.

you stay hidden from his sight outside the doors, watching as tendo claps his hands twice to get the team’s attention, counting to three before they launch into a terrible rendition of the birthday song. it physically hurts you to hear the out of tune and unsynchronized singing, but you make your feet move forward.

the candles on cake flicker as you step into the building, joining in to the singing as best you can. ushijima turns around to find you smiling sweetly at him, dressed in a white summer dress that falls to your knees, as if he heard you among the sea of voices.

there is surprise in the way his eyes slightly widened, lips parting. he did not see this coming, you note with a strange sense of satisfaction, feeling a song coursing through your body.

you stop in front of him, lifting the cake for him to blow the candles out. “happy birthday, toshi” you have been using that shortened version of his name for him lately, preferring the way it sounds. what you didn’t know though, was that the team has been giving him grief about you doing it, teasing him to no end when you were not around despite his repeated rejections of claims that the two of you were dating.

a wide smile graces your lips as you soak in the way he stares back and forth at you and the cake before closing his eyes for what only felt like seconds, making a wish. you watch as his tongue darts across his lips before he puts out the candles in one breath.

you hand over the cake to one of the first years, as ushijima thanks the team for the surprise and orders them back to practice in his captain voice. the third years had chosen him to lead the team, leaving shortly after they were done with interhigh nationals to focus on preparing for university entrance examinations.

you know how significant it was for him to be chosen as captain. how he valued being relied upon by his teammates to see them through to victory. he aspired to be the dependable ace, and now he is.

you place a hand on his arm, stopping them from resuming practice. it was evening now, and definitely time for dinner. you have a reservation booked at a restaurant in town, and have made the necessary arrangements for the team to be able to attend it.

“coach gave you all time off tonight,” you announce, enjoying the various looks of surprise and respect on their faces except ushijima, who looks like he saw this coming. “c’mon, we have a dinner reservation in thirty minutes.”

they stand frozen in place, before one of the first years, shirabu, breaks the silence. “how did you do that? coach is so strict, he never lets us slack off at practice.”

you laugh, noting how they felt comfortable to address you now, a far cry from the beginning of the school year when they were too afraid to approach you whenever you visited your friends at practice. “that’s because i’m coach’s favorite,” you wink at the setter, sending him into a blushing fit.

though the coach seemed hard to get along with, he had taken a liking to you after you brought him homemade food on a few occasions to bribe him into letting you stay and watch the matches. despite the mean facade he wears, he was always kind when he interacted with you.

you remember him taking a look between you and ushijima back in may, having noticed how you two seemed to appear together and how you stood closer than normal friends would, elbows touching and how only ushijima got packed bentos from you, and bluntly asked if you were dating.

you had looked at ushijima, meeting his eyes and immediately looked away, heat burning your face all the way to the tip of your ears. and the two of you had denied it so quick and loudly that it caught the attention of the shiratorizawa players who were in the middle of a match. the spike the opponents sent back caught your team off guard, hitting soekawa in the back of his head and scoring the match point.

coach had made them do a hundred serves each as penalty after the visiting college team left.

sometimes you wonder if ushijima has told him anything about you to make him treat you so kindly. sometimes when you sat next to him at matches, helping him record the plays since they did not have a manager, and he talked to you about your life and your plans, he felt like more of a parental figure than your own parents. sometimes when he looks at you with that all knowing glint in his aged eyes, holding his words back and trusting you to make your own decision, you wish your parents were more present in your life.

“go change into clean clothes, please!” you shoo the sweaty boys away from you when they try to give you a hug. the first years, recognizing the influence you have with their coach, had taken to lining up in a straight line, saluting to you with reverence. “yes, senpai!”

you shake your head at the younger boys as they start cleaning up, jumping with excitement at the prospects of being given time off. you place the cake back into the cake carrier to bring to the restaurant as dessert.

“y/n-chan!” tendo casually walks over to you, hands placed on his hips. “you look real pretty today. ushijima-kun must be over the moon that you dressed up for his birthday.” he grins at you teasingly.

you elbow the boy, rolling your eyes at him. “shut your mouth if you don’t have anything good to say, satori.”

“huh? anyone with eyes would be.” he sticks his tongue out at you, leaning back on the bench with his hands braced on either side of himself.

you sit down next to him, watching the team packing up the equipment and mopping the floors. particularly the team captain. you got serious, remembering their recent loss in nationals. “how was practice? i know the interhigh loss must have been tough.”

“well enough, i suppose. we are constantly pushing each other to improve, ushijima-kun most of all.” he shrugs, pausing. you know that he gives his all and more to be the best out there. after all, he is one of the top three aces in the country at the high school level. but still, you worry that he is pushing himself too hard.

when school was in session, you had to drag your boys out of the gym by the neck on some evenings. they would lose track of time, practicing hours past practice, wearing their tired bodies down. and you would be there to tell them off. on some days, bribing them with food gets them out of the gym.

tendo pins you with a knowing look. “i’m glad you found each other, you know.”

“who?” you frown at him. he needs to stop being so vague and whatever this is.

“you and ushijima-kun. he’s different around you, a good different,” he gestures toward you, “and you, you are happier around him. you smile more, and you come out of your shell to hang out with us. it feels like he’s the sun and you’re the moon, and you reflect the light he shines on you radiantly.”

you understand what he meant. you, of all people, would know. being around ushijima feels like basking in warm sunlight in spring when it’s a little too chilly without the sun. though you don’t want to admit it, it feels like home.

you don’t care to dig deeper and put a name to the feeling. you just wish to savor the present before it slips through your fingers. all you know is that you truly felt safe to be yourself around him. you love the person you are, the person you are becoming, with ushijima by your side.

since that vulnerable night you shared with him months ago, he had kept his promise. whenever you took a step towards the light, he was right there next to you. and when the darkness tried to lure you back into its familiar embrace, he held your hand tight, refusing to let you go.

slowly, but surely, you began to look forward to plans you made with your friends and classes that you found an interest in. to see the summer transition to autumn. to the life you would have after high school. music started to feel like magic instead of an escape.

the hazy future that had avoided you became clearer. you had friends who cared about you. you grew the courage to show yourself and say the things you were too afraid to say in conversations. you smiled more, laughed more. you started living, and it felt good. it felt amazing, actually. you have developed the confidence to be the person that you kept hidden away for far too long.

“i’m the lucky one,” you mutter to yourself, lost in your own thoughts, failing to notice that tendo had been called away and the boys are filing out of the gym, chattering excitedly. semi calls out to you, “let’s go, y/n!”

“wait for me!” you yell back at him, jumping up and grabbing the cake carrier. semi links his arm through yours as you catch up to them.

a lively air surrounds your group of friends as you head into town for dinner. your party of twenty takes up a good portion of the restaurant. talking and laughing about the most random things, from semi’s recent obsession with styling his hair to the time ohira got so nervous talking to a girl he said he likes her friend.

the waitress comes by the table to take your orders, timidly trying to speak to the boys, but they are all distractedly speaking amongst themselves. so you stood up, clinking your fork to a glass of water to get their attention, telling them to decide on their orders and tallying up the different sets that they chose. she shoots you a grateful smile for making her life easier and not having to interact with the intimidating group of boys. you return an apologizing smile to her for your party who is being difficult to handle.

dinner flies by with you seated between ushijima and semi. tendo rose to his feet, copying your earlier actions of clinking a utensil to a glass to get everyone’s attention. and proceeds to give a birthday toast to ushijima. “ushijima-kun, i am grateful to be able to call you my friend. happy birthday to the best team captain i have ever had!”

you all cheer for his sweet and simple birthday wish, sounds of clinking glasses and whoops fill the air. soekawa, seated beside tendo goes next, and then, ohira, and one by one, going around the table, birthday wishes are said to ushijima.

shirabu wishes his senpai a great year of volleyball ahead and to win the nationals in his final year. semi admits that he admires ushijima’s work ethic when it comes to volleyball and for the soon-to-be third years to do their best.

and then all eyes fall to you, the last one at the table to say something. the only girl sitting at the table full of strong-framed volleyball players. but somehow, you don’t feel like the odd one out. no, you feel perfectly comfortable with the group of friends who is beginning to feel like family.

but it is the pair of earth colored eyes that knocks the breath out of you.

“wakatoshi, it has been my honor to call you my friend in the past year. you’ve seen parts of me that no one else had seen,” you pause, the hoots and excited clapping from the second years interrupting you. you shoot them a glare that promises death, realizing how your words implied something else.

but you ignore the burning in your cheeks as you continue your toast. “and yet you stayed when you did not have to. you’re an amazing person, and an even better volleyball player. let’s celebrate this day next year and every year after that. happy birthday, captain!”

you meet his eyes, a warm light to them. a silent thank you reverberating in their depths.

no, thank you. a blink, and then a slow smile back to ushijima as the world fades away to silence until it was just the two of you.

you see the understanding in his eyes. so many words left unsaid because they were not needed, not with him. they say soulmates complete each other. but you never believed in soulmates. even if they did exist, he wouldn’t be yours.

tendo is right. he’s a sun, capable of powering entire planets, and you are but a barren moon, thriving under his care, much like the other planets and their own moons in the solar system. just as the moon orbits the earth and the sun, so does the sun orbit the center of the milky way galaxy. and the sun is always out of the moon’s reach, destined for greater things.

you are grateful to have him in your life, but you know that sooner or later, he will move on. he is meant for more than just this. such is this life. so you will take whatever fate has given you and hold on to it tightly while you can.

even if your souls are made from the same fabric, it is not enough for the ill-fated hand that you have been dealt. it should be enough for you to be able to share this time with ushijima. it has to be.

and then the noise comes flooding back in, pulling you back to reality as ushijima looks away towards someone who pulled him into a conversation.

you stand up abruptly, unsettled by the realization that crept up on you. “i’m going to get some fresh air”, you say tightly to no one in particular, grabbing your purse and walking out the door.

you settle on the curved bench, throwing your head back and enjoying the occasional cool breeze kissing the warm skin on your neck, legs stretched out like a cat. you stare up at the sky, at the moon and the stars twinkling in the distance.

a heavy weight settling besides you startles you, sending you scrambling to sit up. “it’s me” ushijima.

“hey, you. what are you doing away from your party, birthday boy?” you relax back into your comfortable position. sometimes you think you get high on air around him.

he nudges you. “not the same without the person who made it all happen.”

you unconsciously scoot closer to him despite the heat radiating off his body. “i enjoy their company, but i think the quiet suits me more.” against your best judgement, you lean in towards him, resting your heavy head against the curve of his shoulder. the silence always feels so loving in his presence.

“thank you,” you turn to look at him, finding his gaze already on you. his face is inches away from yours. that’s the closest you two have ever gotten, you think. you could lose yourself in his eyes forever.

“for what?” it comes out as a whisper.

there is a twinkle in his eyes. “for today. for making my birthday such a memorable one. for all the food you made me. for the green tea you keep stocked for me. for seeing me.” a smile graces his lips, “for being on my side. for nothing. for everything. for being you.” he lists, counting on both hands.

maybe it’s the way his voice calms you and soothes your fears. maybe it’s the feeling of his arm against yours. maybe it’s the way the moonlight is shining in his hair. maybe it’s the feeling of the melody that had been slumbering in you shift and open one eye. maybe it’s the way he saw your darkest and ugliest parts and still chose to stay. maybe it’s the way he felt like home.

because despite your best intentions, despite the promise you made to yourself to not fall in love, you find yourself stepping off the cliff.

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