#Sugawara Koshi x single mother reader

[honeystwiggypeach]

Kids are ruthless!

Sugawara Koshi x Single mother Reader

Wait because like uhm… I know Sugawara teaches like prechool(I think) I can’t stop thinking about how funny it would be for him to teach middle schoolers, like he’s trying his hardest to not conform to there weird pranks because damn was that a funny idea but where is there teacher oh…

When I was in elementary school we had lunch in the gym and our parents would come only for like thanksgiving and Christmas though(I went to a very small school with like less than 150 kids in the whole school so we could do stuff like that.)

Those little kids most definitely told Aiko, Suga was her father because that what there parents said(as in a mother’s boyfriend is your father type thing)

(Also this is like the second or third time I’ve written for Sugawara and like the only way for me to actually improve on writing for him is to actually write…and like kinda a waste to just have all these stories and not do anything with them so, it isn’t the greatest but it’s uhm definitely here🤩)

Sugawara doesn’t necessarily teach middle school, he teaches that last year if elementary school, I think it’s like fourth or fifth grade? Well anyways those kids cannot keep secrets.

It was like the last day before Christmas break and Suga had decided to buy a chocolate for no one in particular considering the amounts of chocolates and sweets he got being a teacher.

His lesson plans for today was to let the kids do a color by number, well that derailed when they all finished it and began to bombard him with playing 20 questions about his love life.

“Do you have a wife Mr.Suga?”

“Nope.” He says as he switches between the computer and his paper.

“What a bout a husband?” Another asks and he again tells them no.

“No girlfriend or boyfriend?” A smaller high pitched voice asks.

He shakes his head looking at his relatively small class of like 13 kids.

“We’ll do you have a crush?” Suga pauses and taps his finger on his chin pretending to think before shrugging.

All of his students gasp.

“Who is it?” They all chapter speculating diffrent people one even going so far as to suggest Kiyoko who they had ran right into when they saw their teacher in the supermarket, though Suga was quick to shut that down.

“She’s married to one of my friends guys, I’m their son’s uncle.” He explains as they all nod before switching to maybe it’s somebodies mom, and boy are they getting close he’s just hopping they don’t guess it before they go to have their little Christmas dinner in the gym.

“We’ll all of our moms are with our dads…” one of the girls, Aiko, states, and he sighs in relief for a second.

“….Aiko,” they pause

“Oh.” She mumbles.

“It’s Aiko’s mom isn’t it!” They shout causing Suga to turn pink.

“Uhm…” he mumbles

“Is it really?” Aiko asks sounding a bit to excited to learn that her teacher who is confidently close to her mother had feelings for said mother.

Suga just sets his head in his desk as he ignores there questions and giggles.

He sighs realizing the time and lines his kids up to go to the gym where you were inevitably waiting to hear from the chatterbox children that ‘Mr. Suga has a big crush on you!’

He stops with his back pressed against the double doors of the small gymnasium, he puts a finger up to his lips and shushes the chatty children and they all nod.

He’s got a feeling the whole time they were planning to do exactly what they were doing now, running straight towards you , Aiko’s mother.

Quickly Aiko hides behind your leg as you place a hand on her back and the children bombard you practically vibrating we’re they stand at the idea of pay back on there teacher who would poke fun at their silly crushes on celebrities twice there age.

Oh it was all coming back to bite him in the ass… Not that it really mattered anyways when his third date with you was sometime in this week.

After awhile the kids find there way to their parents and you guide Aiko to Suga following not far behind her as you jokingly as if he really does like you.

“I would hope.” He sighs.

“That would be best.” You say smiling up as you entertained your fingers with his before Aiko is off dragging you two to the tables.

Bonus! Suga’s a teacher so he’s just supposed to stand around and kind of chaperone,(when I had the lunches if your parent was a teacher they could sit)

but Aiko forces him to sit with the two of you. He’s trying to explain to her that he can’t be sitting here and she’s just like…but your my dad because that’s what a…and it just confuses the poor girl, because she does truly look up to him as a father and her classmates told her he was and he’s also with her mom and both you and Suga are like….you know what no you’re right(don’t over work yourself thinking about it we can see the wheels turning in your head) call him what you want it doesn’t change much, and she just drops it and eats lunch and the three of you go home and she probably never questions it again…she probably doesn’t even recognize the weight of her thinking of Sugawara as a father.

#haikyuu #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu suga x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #Sugawara x single mother reader #Sugawara Koshi x single mother reader #single mother reader #haikyuu x single mother reader

[sugawarassoccerlover]

"Are we gonna get divorced?"

a/n: woop woop trauma. my home situation has been hitting harder recently so here's something really self indulgent, enjoy.

cw: mentions of divorce, fighting/arguments, reader has divorced parents and a toxic childhood, sorta angsty? some hurt, mostly comfort pairing: Sugawara x gn!reader

another day, another argument. your marriage with Sugawara wasn't terrible, but it certainly wasn't perfect. you loved him more than life itself, and words could not describe how smitten he was with you, you were just so breathtaking to him.

but you were different. you had different preferences, very different personalities, different dreams, and different ways of communicating. and this lead to conflict. you tried to work it out together and you ultimately knew you could come to him with anything, and him to you. you talked about your differences a lot, but both of you have been under a lot of stress recently. you'd come home frustrated and forget about the things you had agreed on.

and you hated it. every single time. it felt agonizing to argue with Koshi. you wanted things to be perfect, but that was just a pipe dream.

and then there were the memories.

your parents had a nasty divorce when you were a teen, and fought ruthlessly when you were a kid. all your memories of them were them fighting. your father was narcissistic and abusive, and your mother was extremely secretive and avoidant. while you and Koshi didn't have those same flaws, you were worried that you'd turn into them. recently, you felt like your worries were coming true. you began to avoid your husband more recently.

he assumed you just needed space, but after a bit, he got sick of the fact he hardly saw you anymore, and the only time you were around him was while you were sleeping.

"y/n, I know you're stressed right now, but you can't just keep avoiding your problems," Koshi stated.

"oh is that it? is it just me? mr. perfect?" you snapped.

"I'm not perfect and I don't think I am. I just want us to talk about this."

"and what has talking done for us? huh? it seems all we can do is fight."

"that's not true! on that note, what has your avoidance done for us? huh?"

"..."

"that's what I thought."

frustrated, you grumbled something intelligible, before storming off to your bedroom. Suga sighed. he was tired, to say the least. work was stressful, and then there was your marriage. maybe some time alone would be good for the two of you, he thought. he assumed that you were going to collect yourself, but when he heard your sobs from the bedroom, he knew he was dead wrong.

his heart shattered when he saw you there on the bed, curled up, hugging your pillow and sobbing. cautiously, he walked closer to you, not wanting to startle you.

"y/n, I'm sorry I was being harsh earli-"

"are we gonna get divorced?" he could barely make out your words among your cries and hiccuping.

when they registered in his mind, the color drained from his face. his breath got caught in his throat. did he hear you right? why would you ever say anything like that? tears welled up in his own eyes as he sat down on the bed, scooping you up into his lap.

you covered your face with your hands, ashamed, ashamed that you were breaking down, ashamed of what you had just said.

"look at me baby," he said, moving your hands from your face.

his heart twisted painfully at the sight of your broken expression.

"we are never going to get divorced, do you hear me? I'm not leaving you. ever." he cupped your cheek gently with one of his hands. "you know that don't you?"

he searched your eyes for something, some kind of acknowledgement, some agreement, something that said you knew.

"baby..." his voice broke.

tears streamed down your face silently, and he wiped them with the pad of his thumb. "you don't... you don't want that do you?"

"NO!" you buried your face in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. "I don't, I just..." you trailed off

"you what? c'mon, talk to me, please." he pulled you closer.

"I'm scared. I'm so, scared. you know about my parents and I just... I'm so scared we'll turn out like them. every day when I see you I see the same exhausted expression as my mother right before she had enough... and I wonder," you hiccuped. "I wonder if I'm becoming like my dad."

"oh, no, baby no, you're not like him at all. why didn't you tell me any of this sooner? you know you can talk to me, always."

"but you've just... you've been so stressed and busy and I didn't want to bother you."

he grabbed your face in his hands, making you look at him. "you are never, ever bothering me. I don't care if I'm mad, busy, or anything, if it's the middle of the night, and you're thinking these things I need you to tell me, y/n. we're married. we're a family now, and we promised to always tell each other these things. we promised to be one."

"I never wanted to get married..." you mumbled.

Suga's eyes widened in alarm. "what?"

"OH! not because of you at all, I promise its not you, I felt that way far before I met you." you said quickly, relieved at your husband's shoulders relaxing a little. "seeing what my parents went through, when I was a child, I told myself that I'd never get married. I've always thought that marriage was what they had, that their relationship is what all relationships are like. after meeting you I, I knew I was wrong. but lately I've been kinda insecure you know? what if I was right all along?"

"thank you so much for telling me this y/n." Suga wiped a tear you didn't know had fallen from your face. "I'm so sorry that you've felt that way but I can assure you, we'll never get to that point. I won't let us. I love you so, so, so much. I said 'I do' and I'm not going back on it. even if you hated me, I wouldn't give up on you. I know we've been arguing more lately, but I promise, I'm not going anywhere."

more tears streamed down your face, but for a different reason this time.

"do you promise?"

"I promise."

"I love you Koshi."

"I love you more, y/n."

#divorce mention #tw: divorce #sugawara #haikyuu #koshi sugawara #sugawara x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu comfort #sugawara x y/n #sugawara comfort #sugawara drabble #sugawara kōshi #kross' musings ✧

[mango-bango-bby]

Congrats Mango on the 3k

Now if I may request a single parent with sugawara

Reader is a single parent and their kids teach er is sugawara

Sugawara falls in love with reader blah blah, he does the normal thing of stalking and isolating reader and their kids, you know the norm for when your in love

He eventually realizes that the quickest way to readers heart 8s through the kid

The kid loves suga and want him to be their new dad, setting up dates and such, suga acts innocent, when really this was the plan all along.

Please write readers kid bringing home theire teacher and begging reader to give suga a chance, that suga is better then his father(who was actually a fine person and father just not for reader, and their kid never had a problem with before)

♡ I Wouldn’t Mind ♡

(A/N: Ahhhhh this was so cute 💖🥺🥺 I love writing domestic stuff, so I loved this!!! Readers child in this is absolutely precious, she just wants her teacher to be her dad and she wants her mom to be happy 😤😤 Anyways, enjoy!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, single mom!reader, children, spoilers for what Suga does for work in the time-skip, FLUFFYYYYYYY

Summary: Sugawara + Single Parent Au (Yan!Sugawara x Fem!reader)

3k Prompt List ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Some say teachers don’t have favorite students. However Koshi knew that wasn’t true, because he knew exactly who his favorite student was. His favorite student was Kibo L/n, the girl was an angel of a child. She did great on all of her assignments, she was kind to all of her classmates, and she was the child many parents would dream of. And Kibo was the child of an absolute delight of a mother, you.

Sugawara hadn’t met you the first day of class, like with most of the parents as you didn’t have time. Being a single working mother took up so much time. However Kibo talked incredibly highly of you, often telling her favorite teacher that her mommy was the best and the most pretty in the whole world! Koshi would always play along with the toddler, saying that he’s sure that that’s true. He didn’t believe it until he saw you, and fell completely in love at first sight.

You were absolutely perfect. Koshi knew you were absolutely meant to be with him. You two would have the perfect life together! You wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore, instead only caring for the home while he was gone. Kibo would finally have a father, one that really cares for her. Maybe you two could even give Kibo a younger sibling!

He can imagine coming home from work along with Kibo, and you would be there ready to kiss both of them once they’re back while dinner cooked on the stove. That’s why he did things like follow you home, watch over you at night, find out everyone you knew

Earlier in the day Kibo came into his classroom during lunch with tears running down her face. Koshi practically scooped the young girl into his arms, asking what happened. Some other children in the class were making fun of her for not having a father. He hugged your daughter close, humming in an attempt to calm her down. Eventually the toddler calms down, wiping her eyes of any stray tears, “I wish you were my real daddy, Sugawara-sensei” Kibo mumbled, she already considered him as a father figure. But she wishes he was really her father.

“Please, Sugawara-sensei! You’ll love my mommy! She’s so nice and then she’ll be happy and you can take care of me! Please date my mom!” Kibo pleads, tears still in her large e/c eyes. She sounded almost desperate. He wishes he could tell her that he already loves you, her mother. But he can’t, he doesn’t want Kibo to tell you and you to be scared off. Even though that’s all he wants, to tell you his undying love for you. How he would protect you and Kibo with his life, how he would kill anyone he needed to for you and your daughter, how he would be an incredible husband to you and incredible father to Kibo.

“I’m sure I would, maybe one day I’ll be your daddy” Koshi smiles, watching the eyes of his student sparkle at his words. Kibo was coming up with a plan in her head now. She needed Koshi to be her father, and be with you. Then you wouldn’t have to work so hard, you wouldn’t be lonely anymore, Kibo wouldn’t hear you cry at night if you had Koshi. Because he would be there to comfort you.

The school day went on as normal, Koshi making sure to separate your daughter and the children that were making fun of her. Kibo did great on her assignment for the afternoon, being able to read the short story with practically no problems. Koshi makes sure to give her a star sticker for that.

School ended a few hours later, all the students cleaning up the school before leaving to go home. Today, luckily for both Koshi and Kibo, you had enough time to pick up your daughter from school. Kibo dragging Koshi by the hand so she could officially introduce her favorite teacher to you and hopefully make you realize that you should fall in love with him. Kibo wanting to act as a baby Cupid, even though Koshi was practically running this all. He’s sure Kibo wouldn’t want to set you two up unless he’d said those words earlier that day.

“Mommy!” Kibo yells, jumping into your arms. You still have your work uniform on, showing that you came here straight from work just to pick up your daughter to make her happy. “Hi sweetie!” You cheerfully smile, you pick up your small daughter in your arms, giving her small kisses over her face as she giggles. You would ruffle her hair however it was tied up into a ponytail with a hair bobble.

“Mommy, that’s Sugawara-sensei! Can he be my daddy? Please, please please!” Kibo energeticly whines, dramatically throwing her head back. You can feel your whole body heat up at her words, your daughter always knew how to embarrass you, didn’t she? “I- I don’t know, hon, I’m not sure Sugawara-san would be comfortable with that-”

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t mind”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#3k follower event #soft yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere sugawara #yandere!suga #yandere suga #yandere sugawara x reader #yandere koshi #yandere koushi #yandere koshi x reader

[writingbymoonlight]

ice skating lesson

ft.: timeskip sugawara x reader

summary: you're going ice skating for your first date with your cute co-worker and enlist the help of your friend, sugawara, to help you practice beforehand. unbeknownst to you, sugawara is in love with you.

a/n: wintery vibes. slightly angsty, mostly pining. sorry.

word count: ~1.5k

“I don’t understand why you agreed to ice skating for your first date.”

“I don’t know!” you exclaim exasperatedly as you tie the laces of your skates before looking up at your gray-haired friend. “He seemed really excited about it and he said he would help me get the hang of it! Plus, he suggested that we get some hot chocolate afterwards! I can’t say ‘no’ to hot chocolate!”

You had a date with a cute co-worker next weekend and the more you thought about it, the more nervous you got. It had been a while since you had gone ice skating and you were worried about continuously collapsing and looking like a fool in front of him.

So, you decided to ask your good friend, Sugawara Koshi, to help you practice a couple days ahead of time in preparation for the date, which he graciously agreed to.

“Oh Y/N,” Sugawara sighs, shaking his head as he stands up from the bench you two are sitting on. “Maybe he thought he’d get to be a knight in shining armor and save you from falling on your butt.”

“Maybe,” you chuckle.

“Maybe you should cancel the date,” Sugawara wants to respond.

However, you add in a cheerful tone, “Still, I think it should be fun. Ice skating seems like a pretty cool idea for a first date, don’t you think?”

Sugawara simply shrugs and tears his gaze away from you, opting to look out at the nearly vacant outdoor ice-skating rink (the only other people around are a high school-aged couple and a mother with her two children). Your words remind him that he has no right to be bitter. He has no right to be jealous. The two of you were not dating.

No matter how much it pained him to know you were going out with someone else, Sugawara couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he loves you. You quickly became acquainted during your first year of high school and for a long time he had viewed you as a close friend. But something changed, and he doesn’t know when. Sugawara still struggles to pinpoint the exact moment he started developing a crush on you.

When he finally admitted to himself a few months ago that he was in love with you, it was simultaneously like a breath of fresh air and being hit with a ton of bricks.

Then Sugawara descended into constantly reciting the same questions to himself: How does someone confess to their long-time friend that they're in love with them? How do I tell Y/N? Can I just say, “Hey Y/N, I know we’ve been good friends since our first year at Karasuno, but now I’m in love with you. How do you feel about me?”

Not knowing what else to do, he settled for pining after you. But now, you were going on a date with someone else and you seem giddy.

And all he really wants is for you to be happy.

“Okay, I think I’m good to go,” you declare triumphantly as you stand up and head towards the ice rink with Sugawara.

The elementary school teacher does not waste a single moment, stepping onto the ice without hesitation. He skates backwards gracefully and watches you patiently, waiting for you to follow him. You, on the other hand, step onto the ice gingerly, not letting go of the low wall surrounding the rink.

“Scared, Y/N?” your friend teases you mischievously.

“You’re making it look too easy,” you complain. “By the way, it’s totally unfair that you’re good at both volleyball and skating. How do you have such good hand-eye coordination?!”

Sugawara chuckles then remarks, “I don’t think my volleyball and skating abilities are comparable. I would say that I’m good at volleyball and alright at skating.”

“Now you’re being too modest,” you scoff.

Sugawara cannot help, but laugh at your adorable pouty face before skating back towards you. Extending his hand out to you, he states, “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t let you fall.”

Without delay, you place your hand into his and allow him to guide you. Even though you are both wearing gloves, Sugawara can feel the comfortable and familiar heat of your hand, which causes him to blush slightly. Fortunately, the frigid weather helps make it seem as if his face has gone red from the chilly breeze.

Sugawara makes sure that you're skating near the barrier, in case you need extra support, and meanwhile, he remains by your side, holding your hand and making sure you stay upright. It is kind of a wobbly beginning and you’re moving excruciatingly slow, but Sugawara is considerate and diligent. He offers you numerous tips, such as how far to keep your skates apart, how to point your toes, how to distribute your body weight and how to bend your knees.

Soon you are confident enough to skate at something faster than a snail’s pace, so Sugawara goes back to skating backwards, now with a firm grasp of both of your hands, and he leads you towards the inner rink.

“Since you’re teaching me how to skate properly, does that mean I have to call you Mr. Sugawara, like your students?” you joke with a teasing smirk, doing your best to keep up with the slightly faster speed that Sugawara is skating at.

He rolls his eyes at you dramatically and whines, “Please never call me that.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be Koshi to me,” you reassure with a grin so bright and warm that he thinks it could melt the ice below his feet.

“I’ll always be your Koshi,” Sugawara muses to himself. He isn’t sure if he’ll ever love someone the way he loves you. Unbeknownst to you, his heart is yours and you have the power to fill it with joy or break into a million pieces.

His thoughts are interrupted when suddenly, in a moment of panic over losing your balance, you reach out and tightly clutch his upper arm. You look at him, eyes wide from the slight scare, and your faces are so close that he can see the small cloud of your breath when you exhale.

“Sorry!” you apologize as you stand upright and regain your balance. “You should probably teach me how to fall gracefully as well, huh?”

“Uhh, y-yeah,” Sugawara stutters out, reeling from the sudden close contact with you, “I can do that.”

Following this small incident, you spend several additional minutes practicing and start feeling confident enough to skate around on your own. So, you end up doing laps around the rink together (Sugawara much more elegantly than you) and soon the two of you are the only souls left on the ice. You two talk about all sorts of topics that come to mind, ranging from work to friends to random stuff you saw online. Then there are brief periods of silence, which aren’t at all awkward. They are fleeting minutes of pleasant quietness where words aren’t needed, only each other’s presences are all necessary.

And it was in one of intervals of silence that you look up and see a few flecks of snow delicately dancing downward.

“It’s snowing!” you cry out delightedly, skating out ahead of Sugawara. “There wasn’t any snow in the weather forecast for today!”

You stand in the middle of the rink, looking up at the sight of falling snow with a huge smile and such childlike glee. It is such a coincidence to be ice skating underneath the white flurries and all you want is to drink up and savor this wintery moment.

Meanwhile, Sugawara is smiling as well, but the smile is directed at you. Even though the snow is pretty, he finds the sight of your elation more intoxicating.

All he wants is for you to be happy.

But it is in this moment, watching you from a short distance away, that Sugawara realizes that he would never be content like this. He doesn’t want to just watch you being happy. He wants to be beside you, trying his best to make you happy every day. He now knows that he can no longer allow his feelings to simmer because that would be too painful. He needs to tell you how he feels and give you the chance to decide whether your relationship should remain platonic or become romantic.

His heart is yours to do with as you please.

Sugawara won’t confess to you right now, though. He wants to enjoy this moment.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you inquire, still engrossed in the dark cloudy sky above you.

With his unwavering focus on you, Sugawara gently replies, “Yeah, it is.”

#sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!

[bunnyywritings]

daydreams of forever

 sugawara koshi x gn!reader

[a/n: just some sweet, soft Suga ...I apologize if this is terrible, I wrote this to attempt to get rid of my writer’s block -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

You were lucky enough to have your house for the weekend while your parents went to visit your grandparents, so naturally you invited your fellow third years over on friday for a sleepover. It had gone very well, it was very relaxing to just be teenagers and laze around without worrying about early morning practices or any upcoming exams. Once your friends had gone home saturday afternoon, you and Suga were cuddled up on the couch and watching a film on Netflix. It was a cheesy romantic comedy, the both of you wanting to watch for no other reason than to poke fun at the cliche scenarios and cringy one-liners. It was all fun and games until the couple on screen decided to get steamy.

The tension between the two of you grew as the scene progressed. You were about to skip ahead but the sudden hand on your thigh stopped you. A blush burned at your cheeks as you turned to look at his playful smirk.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me-” his shrug cut you off. The way his hand was caressing your thigh made heat rush through your body. A soft chuckle escaped your lips before moving to straddle his lap, his hands instantly finding your hips.

“I just wanna show you how much I love you.” He whispered against your lips before pulling you closer, lips meeting in the middle. It was languid, his lips soft against yours. Kisses like this were his favorite, he loved feeling you against him, the feeling of your warmth against his palms as he ran them up and down your sides. It was rare to be able to stop and hold you like this, he wanted to savor the sweet taste of your lips while he had the chance.

Needless to say, the both of you had gone to bed very late.

You could never get tired of waking up in his arms, he was pretty even in his sleep...it was unfair. Taking a glance at the clock, you decided that 8am was too early to get up and snuggled back into his bare chest, the warm radiating from him lulling you back to sleep. About 3 hours later was when the both of you started to wake up, limbs intertwined.

“I don’t want to get up...” You muttered, voice a bit thick with sleep.

“Okay. Me neither.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. So there the two of you laid for another hour or so before deciding to get up and take a shower, Suga wanting to join you to “save water.”

“You know what? Let’s make some cookies.” You suggested as you dried your hair. “I think I have enough flour...” Suga helped get the ingredients as you read the recipe off your phone.

It went pretty well, despite the fact that he would tickle your sides every time you were trying to pour an ingredient into the bowl.

“Baby~ You’re gonna make me spill something~” You pouted while wiping the remnants of flour from your hands.

“Your reactions are so cute though.” He chuckled before placing a kiss on your pouted lips. He helped place the dough onto the cookie sheets. He watched as you skillfully rolled the dough into shape and placed them onto the parchment paper. His mind had wandered. Domestic activities like baking cookies together had made him daydream about marrying you one day, daydream about waking up next to you every morning forever.

“Koshi? Koshi~” You called, he was staring at you with wide eyes. It worried you that they were glistening with tears. Your soft hand against his cheek is what snapped him out of his daydream. “Koshi, what’s wrong?” Your tender voice was the last straw, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Just before you could say anything, he held your face with his hands and looked into your eyes.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (y/n)!” He suddenly confessed, making your heart skip a beat. There was absolutely no hesitation in his words and sheer determination in his eyes. You rested your forehead against his. Scenes of getting married and living together making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“I want to be with you forever too, Koshi. I couldn’t imagine living without you by my side.” He smiled softly, nose nudging against yours in a sweet eskimo kiss. The wholesome gesture making you blush a light pink.

“I’m glad. That’s a really smart choice.” He quipped, you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Koshi.”

“Gladly.” He caressed your cheek before enveloping your lips in a soft embrace.

That night, when your parents returned, they were met with you and Koshi passed out on the couch while in each other’s arms. Cookie crumbs on the corner of your mouth and some on the collar of his shirt. Your mother didn’t have the heart to wake either of you up so she called Suga’s mother, both of them agreeing to let him stay the night.

Even they knew that the two of you were destined to be soulmates.

#sugawara x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #haikyuu x reader #karasuno x reader

[kodzukuroken]

Seasons change, but people... Do too I guess.|Chapter 2, A little red paint never hurt anybody

Genre: Angst, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers

Summary: You and Tsukishima had been friends for years but upon the arrival of a very special invitation, your relationship takes a sudden change. Will your long-harbored crush for your best friend finally come into the light? Or will your relationship be altered for good?

Aka, Reader is an artist who is in love with Tsukki, there's angst, there are laughs, there are three established captain relationships! What could a person want?

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader (Kuroo Tetsuro x Kenma Kozume, Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji, Daichi Sawamura x Sugawara Koshi)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Smut

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This is the 3rd chapter (including the prologue). I really love writing this story, there are currently 6 chapters out on AO3, so if you’d like to read past this chapter that’s where you can do it! Enjoy!

It had been just shy of two months since that night at Kuroo and Kenma’s wedding and you hadn’t spoken to Kei since. You’d figured at some point, one of you would pluck up the courage to text the other something small just to try and mend the wound that had been torn between you but neither of you did. You threw yourself into your work, staying up until sunrise almost every night painting, drinking and listening to some of Kei’s old CD’s from high school as loudly as you could just to drown out the sounds of your own conscience. After about a week of being off the grid. Bokuto and Akaashi had shown up at your studio, “because they were in the neighbourhood” they claimed, but considering the two lived almost an hour out of the city you doubted that was true. They’d sat with you awhile, asked you how you were doing but you could barely form a single sentence before the lump in your throat rose again and tears formed in your eyes. They left after a few cups of coffee and nothing really put to rest in your mind. A few days later Kuroo and Kenma had let themselves in and were sitting on the couch in your studio when you came back from getting more supplies. You were almost positive that Bokuto and Akaashi had let on that you were not doing as well as they might have hoped and the two had come rushing over after their honeymoon to comfort you.

“I’m fine Tetsurõ really” you weren’t but by this point, you’d gotten pretty good at lying about it. You continued to work on your current painting, while the two sat behind you trying to engage you about what had happened that night.

“I presume Bo and Akaashi have already filled you in on my breakdown,” you said holding out a palette knife covered in bright blue paint.

“They may have mentioned something about you being upset,” Kuroo said looking down at the ground, you looked at Kenma who had his legs over his new husband and was tapping away on his phone.

“They told us everything,” Kenma said without looking up.

“Ah hah!” you cried, some of the blue from your knife splattering on the already paint-covered floor. Kuroo sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Fine they told us, but just cause we know doesn’t mean we’re not worried (y/n).” The dark-haired man looked up at you from the couch, he wasn’t trying to hide the genuine worry in his face. Sitting down on the arm of the couch you turned to Kuroo and began to speak about as honestly as you had since that day in Bokuto and Akaashi’s hotel room.

“He rejected me and it hurt, but I think the thing that hurts the most is that he hasn’t tried to reach out to me”. It felt good to get off your chest, even if it did feel hard to get out.

“Well you haven’t reached out to him either” Kenma offered, eyes still on his phone. You sighed and rubbed the paint on your finger onto the pants leg of your overalls.

“I know, but I just don’t even know where to start. You know Kei, he’s not exactly good with feelings”.

“Well that makes two of you” Kenma muttered and Kuroo shoved his arm a little “what? She knows it's true”. And you did, you’d always thought that one of the reasons you and Kei had worked so well as friends was because neither of you were very good at expressing how you felt. So you showed it in your own ways, through pointed jabs and teasing, it had always worked for you. That was until you decided to kiss him at the wedding and destroy what you’d built up over the last seven years. Fuck you were an idiot. When Kuroo and Kenma left that night you’d finally started to feel a little lighter about the whole thing.

“Text us if you need anything okay? Between both of our sleep schedules, we’re basically awake 24/7”. With a tight hug from Kuroo and a small nod and wave to Kenma, the two left you alone to think about what they’d said.

You’d known they were right of course, that nothing was going to get solved if neither of you would just take the leap to reach out to each other but even still you found yourself finding every excuse not to over the next few weeks. As it came up to almost the two month anniversary to that awful night, you heard a knock at the door of your studio one day. You figured it could only be a handful of people since not many of your friends actually knew the address of the studio but the faces you were greeted with were much different. Standing in the doorway were two tall men, one with the most beautiful silver and the other’s inky black. It had been years since you’d seen their faces.

“Daichi! Suga!” you brought the two guys into a warm hug and they both reciprocated. “What the hell are you doing here?” You hadn’t known the two awfully well during your time at Nekoma, but once you and Kei went to college they would often ask you to babysit since you were so close by, Kei was never invited of course. You invited the two in and made them tea and sat across from them on a stool.

“So how are the kids?” you asked, still a little confused as to why they were there.

“Keishin is good, he’s loving his new school and he’s on the football team,” Suga said and you laughed.

“Football? Yikes, Daichi that must have hurt a little” Daichi laughed and shook his head.

“It stung at first but he’s actually really great” you smiled “and Yui? How are her piano lessons going”. The two smiled at the amount you remembered about their kids, you’d always enjoyed babysitting the two when they were younger. After a few more pleasantries, Daichi asking about your work and Suga asking after your mother (who he’d only met once but was nice enough to have remembered her name) the three of you began to grow silent as you ran out of things to talk about. You sighed,

“Guys, it’s not that I don’t appreciate you being here but” you paused and bit your lip “is there any chance you’re here because Tetsurõ sent you?” Daichi began to laugh nervously, before Suga put his hand on his husband’s knee.

“He called us last week, he said you haven’t done anything for the past two months but paint. He’s worried about you” Suga’s eyes were soft as he spoke.

“It is my job to paint you know, I’m an artist” but Suga just cocked his head and gave a knowing look.

“(y/n) look,” he said, setting down his tea “Dai and I have known Tsukishima a long time, even longer than you have in fact”. You let him continue.

“And we all know that he has trouble expressing his feelings but just because he freaked out that night doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t like you”.

“But he rejecte-”

“I know he rejected you” Suga began again. Wow, Kuroo really had told them everything “but when Tsukishima gets scared he runs away, he shuts his feelings out and pretends that they’re not there. Now he might think that that is the easiest way to handle it but it’s not. You have to talk”. You looked into Suga’s bright caring eyes and gave a small but sure nod and he smiled.

“Did you paint this?” Daichi interjected after a few moments of silence. You hadn’t noticed but he had been on his feet wandering around your studio for the past few minutes looking aimlessly at your paintings. The one in question was a pretty large canvas, you’d started painting well over six months ago. It was pushed in the corner of the room, behind an old easel, and was covered with a sheet which Daichi was now holding in his hands. You nodded.

“I uh, I had to put it away. After everything happened, I couldn’t look at it.” Daichi nodded and then returned his gaze to the painting. Walked over to join him.

“You should finish it,” he said plainly and you nodded in response. Shortly after that, the two left without a word, leaving you to stare intently at the half-done painting of you and Kei.

~

It was about a week after Daichi and Suga had dropped in to see you when you were in the convenience store around the corner from your studio. You were picking up various things, mainly alcoholic things but it was one of the first times in a while that you’d been out besides going to the craft store. You wandered aimlessly through the tiny aisles, the fluorescent lamps burning your eyes slightly. You were just turning down the last aisle in the store when you saw him. He was standing there, basket perched in the crook of his arm looking at a shelf full of drinks. He instinctively looked when he heard your footsteps and paused when he realized who you were. You stood for a moment, both staring at each other neither of you knowing what to do. God, he looks good you thought. He was only wearing a simple pair of jeans with a black hoodie, but he looked so effortlessly good, he’d always had a knack for that. After a brief moment of staring you took a deep breath and began to walk forward, Suga’s voice ringing in your head. He’d been right, he couldn’t run away from this, neither of you could. You stopped right in front of him and tried to smile warmly, but you were unsure if that’s how it came off.

“Hey,” your voice was a little dry since it was the first time you’d even spoken to anyone that day.

“Hi” he offered back and your muscles seemed to relax a little. Your gaze averted down to your shoes as you began to talk again.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called or anything, I’ve been working a lot”

“Me too” he said plainly and you nodded. There was a pause, neither of you really knew where to go from here, particularly in such a public setting.

“Hey can I show you something?” you asked before you even realized what you were doing and suddenly you began to panic. He looked down at you through his glasses, the way he used to do to the annoying first years in high school once you were both in your last year. You felt tiny. He didn’t answer, but you figured this was enough to keep going.

“It’s at my studio, it won’t take long. It’s right around the corner.” You felt dumb for that one, Kei had known where your studio was, hell he’s the one who’d helped you move your work there. He nodded slightly and before you knew it you were both paying for your groceries and heading out into the mild city air.

You walked next to each other, silent the whole way. Neither of you even stopped to look at each other until you got to the front of the building where you had to rummage around for your key in your bag. You unlocked the door and led Kei up the stairs, you’d basically been living here since the night at the wedding but right now it felt about as intimidating as when you’d walked into Nekoma on your first day of school. When you finally reached your studio, you opened the door slowly and flipped the light on. The place was a mess, you were messy, Kei had always known this about you but right now it felt about as embarrassing as it possibly could have because it reflected your personal state too. You set down your bag on the table near the door and Kei followed suit silently, you were still too afraid to meet his gaze. Instead, you led him over to the large canvas that Daichi had been staring at the other day. Now dragged into the middle of the room, the painting had been completed.

You were quiet for as long as possible, letting the blonde man next to you drink in the piece in front of him. But after a while of him not speaking you started to get worried. What if he can’t tell what it is? Your work always had been a little abstract, maybe Kei was confused because he thought you’d dragged him here just to look at a painting of birds or something. You decided to clarify.

“It’s us,” you said, arms folded across your chest. You saw him nod in your peripheral.

“Oh no yeah, I got that” you waited for him to elaborate, but it never came. You’d thought this would be a good idea. You’d thought that showing him this painting would make him see how much you’ve missed him over the past two months, but instead, he just stood there silently, his face this as blank as the day you’d kissed him.

“Look Kei,” you began, rubbing your eyes, “I don’t know what happened that night but I just want you to know that I’m here, as a friend or as whatev-”

“I’m dating someone” the words hung in the room like the aftershock of a bomb, your breath caught in your throat and suddenly felt like you were drowning. That’s why he couldn’t.

“Oh” you managed to choke out quietly. You brought your hand to your face, you hadn’t even noticed the tears that were now streaming down it. You stood there for a minute, letting him watch you cry before asking

“Does she make you happy?” You watched him close his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“(y/n), don’t do this”

“Do what?” you asked, “I was just ask-”

“No, you’re trying to make things okay and they’re not (y/n)” he was firm this time, talking to you like you were a child and the blood in your veins began to boil.

“You always try to fix everything, but you can’t fix this (y/n). You just can’t!” he was louder than you’d ever heard him. In the entire time that you knew Kei, you’d never heard him really yell, but now he was yelling. You thought about apologizing, doing anything you could to reason with him but somehow nothing felt like enough.

“I don't know,” he began again, voice back to his usual register, “maybe it’s better if things just don't get fixed sometimes.” He spat the words out as if they didn’t mean anything to him, but they hit you full-on like a train and you felt your legs begin to shake.

“Are you saying you don’t want to be friends anymore?” you asked, disbelief shaking your voice. You took his silence as your answer.

“Fine, whatever you want,” you said and heard him scoff as you turned your back to him.

“Don’t act like this is all my doing (y/n), things were fine before…” he trailed off.

“No go ahead, before what Kei?!” you could hear yourself getting louder and you didn’t care.

“Before I kissed you? Why is that so awful? Was I really that stupid all the years? Did I really misread everything that badly?” You were yelling now, fists clenched and eyes streaming with tears. “At least I did something Kei, you know this is right I know you do but you’re running away just like you always do.” He laughed bitterly at this.

“Coming from the person who dated a guy she hated for three years just so she didn’t have to be alone” that one, really fucking stung. You shook your head

“This isn’t the same Kei, I’m not running away from something that has taken us so long to get to”. He was quiet, glaring off to the side before he finally spoke again.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Hideout in my crappy art studio painting someone who doesn’t even want me?”. With that, he’d done his damage. Your heart was thoroughly ripped in two and you could not have felt smaller in that moment. You turned away again and spoke your final words

“Get out Tsukishima” you heard the door slam shut behind you.

You spent that night destroying the painting of you and him. At first, you grabbed a large tin of red paint that sat on the ground and began throwing it aimlessly at the canvas. You watched as the red trickled down over both your faces, covering up all your hard work. After a while, this didn’t feel like enough. You searched the room for something, anything that could do damage, and your eyes finally settled on a knife you’d used to cut canvas earlier that day. It felt powerful in your hand, the metal was cold against your searing paint-covered skin and you raised it above the painting. You paused for a moment as tears began to fall onto the canvas, Kei’s paint-covered face was the last real image that you would have of him and that sent the broken pieces of your heart clattering around in your chest. You shook your head to rid yourself of sadness, no, he’d done his fucking damage and now you got to do yours. You sliced straight through the painting.

You awoke that night at about three in the morning, you’d been tossing and turning on the couch in your studio and one particularly bad dream in which Kei had pushed you off the side of a building left you jolting awake. You were sweaty, paint-covered and hair a tangled mess, you rolled onto your side and looked into the darkness of your studio just able to make out the faint shape of the torn-up canvas. You lay there for a moment, taking shallow breaths and thinking you ran through the fight over and over again in your head and every time you came back to the last words you’d both said to each other. They made your stomach churn, in all the years of your and Kei’s relationship, filled with jabs and low blows, he had never said anything so hurtful. In all the time you’d known him, the one thing that he had never done was insult your art. In fact, he was one of the only people in your life who had been truly supportive of it, in his own kind of way. Even when you were deciding on colleges and your parents pressed you to choose something more “financially stable” Kei was the only one to tell you that they were idiots and that you should do whatever you wanted. But things were different now, years later and you were lying on a couch in a studio that felt completely useless, and the only person who had ever supported your passion had called it crappy. The pieces of your heart began to rattle again.

At some point, after that, you’d decided you couldn’t be in that room anymore and that you had to get out. You’d grabbed your bag and your keys from where you’d dropped them a few hours ago and headed out into the night. The air was cool on your skin, just like the knife had been earlier and you began to walk, letting your feet take you while your head kept running the argument over again. It wasn’t until you were standing outside of a tall apartment building downtown that you were even aware of where you were. You sighed and cursed your feet for bringing you here before climbing the steps and pressing the 4th button on a small panel next to the door and waiting for a response. It took a few seconds, but then you heard a small voice come through the speaker.

“Hello?” the familiarity of the voice suddenly made you relax a little before you pressed the button again.

“Hey Kenma, it’s me” that was all you had to say for the door to buzz and click off of its latch. You walked into the small lobby of Kenma and Kuroo’s apartment building and made your way slowly up the stairs. When you arrived at their apartment, Kenma was already standing in the doorway, you smiled faintly and let him lead you into the living room. As he did, you walked past a room that was lit up by Kenma’s gaming set-up and you suddenly felt so stupid.

“Oh god Kenma, were you streaming? I’m sorry I didn’t even think I-” he shook his head to cut you off.

“I’d just got off” you nodded lightly and joined him on the couch. He stared at you for a minute, fixing his gaze right at your face, you suddenly starting feeling self-conscious.

“What?” you asked him.

“You saw him didn’t you?” God for someone who didn’t like people, Kenma was sure good at studying them. You nodded, you could already feel the tears stinging your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came here,” you said, voice cracking.

“You didn’t want to be alone,” Kenma said, completely matter of fact, you nodded again. “You know, there's one thing I’ve learned since being with Kuroo (y/n), there��s no shame in needing people. It took me a while to realise that, but it's true.” You looked at him in complete shock, you’d known Kenma for years, but you’d never heard him speak so honestly before it warmed your heart a little.

“Thanks, Kenma” you smiled weakly, and then the tears began again. Silently, Kenma moved closer to you on the couch. Just enough that you could grab the sleeve of his hoodie and rest your head on his shoulder lightly. You sat there for a while, crying quietly while he scrolled through his phone. It might have seemed small, but it was just what you’d needed. Just company, no one asking why or what happened it was just enough to know that he was there.

After some time of you and Kenma just sitting together quietly you heard footsteps come from behind you. You looked up to see Kuroo standing there clad in pyjama pants with little cats on them.

“Hey Tetsurõ, I’m sorry if I woke you I ju-”

“What the fuck is all over you!” he screamed. You’d stood from where you'd sat next to Kenma and looked down at your hands. You were still covered in red paint.

“Oh no, it’s just paint! Look you raised your hands and walked towards him”. He inspected your hands and rolled his eyes before looking to Kenma who was still sitting on the couch.

“Did you even ask her why she looked like she’d just committed a mass homicide babe?” Kenma shook his head and Kuroo sighed.

“Okay, Kenma honey. I can’t believe I have to say this but if someone comes into our house looking like they’ve just killed someone what do we do?”

“Help them hide the body,” Kenma answers, so deadpan that you couldn’t help but laugh. Kuroo shoots you daggers and you stop, looking at him sheepishly.

“(y/n) go shower, I'll find something for you to wear. I assume you’ll stay here tonight?” you nod and walk past Kuroo to the bathroom. You pause just before entering and turn to him, eyes filled with tears once again.

“Kuroo I-” you start but he just nods and smiles.

“I know (y/n)” you mimic his small smile before stepping into the bathroom to shower.

The first thing that hits you when you look in the mirror is how disheveled you looked. Is this how I looked when he saw me? Just thought of him seeing you this broken made you feel even more nauseous that you’d already been feeling. Your hair was sticking up randomly out of the bun you had it in and the rest of your hair sat limply on the top of your head. You under eyes were dark with lack of sleep and flecks of red paint dotted your face like some kind of disease. You looked like shit. Sitting on the ground of Kuroo and Kenma’s bathroom you pulled your phone from your pocket. There was a small part of you that was praying that there was some kind of attempt from Kei to contact you, but there was nothing.

You sat there for a moment mind racing thinking back to all the things you’d said to each other, and before you knew it the phone was trilling in loudly against the bathroom walls. Fuck it , you thought. You knew this was a bad idea, but you were so far past broken at this point that you didn’t even care about what you were doing. All you knew was that when you were feeling this shitty, the only person you wanted to talk to was Kei because he knew you best. But Kei’s voice never came, after a few drawn-out rings the line simply went dead and the sound of an automated voicemail could be heard. He’d rejected your call.

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