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yandere-romanticaa · 5 months

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I need some Yandere Bokuto and Yandere Akaashi! Maybe together because of the friendship bokuto and akaashi have if thats alright (If not then do it seperate)

This would be one of the most functional pairs to have, even despite their stark and clashing personalities.

You most likely met them in highschool and it was a blast to be around them. Albeit, a bit intense at times. Bokuto was incredibly difficult to keep up with, especially if you're on the more introverted side. He wants you to attend absolutely every single game he and Akaashi are in, he's not even against you coming to practice either! Please do just that, it boosts him so much!

Even if he does get distracted by your smile sometimes but who cares! He certainly does not!

Bokuto is like a whirlwind storm - you never know when to expect him but you know that once he steps close there will be nothing but chaos. He's fun, kind. Gentle even. He tries to be, for you. He can be oblivious towards your feelings sometimes but he always has your best interests at heart.

He would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

Bokuto is needy, incredibly so. If he's not holding or kissing you 24/7 then what's even the point? You give him energy, your mere presence gives him drive and confidence like nothing else. Soon enough his presence starts to become suffocating. He is so deeply intertwined in your life, like sticky glue which you can't shake off no matter how hard you try. He managed to force his way into every possible crevice inside your life and he is always aware of what he's doing. His perfectionist nature commands him to do so.

However, if Bokuto is the powerful storm itself, Akaashi is the calm before the storm.

He lurks. Constantly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends who you're asking) there are times when Bokuto can't be with you no matter how badly he wants to be. Akaashi becomes something of a second shadow of yours, constantly tailing after you, taking care of you in the most subtle yet gentle ways. He offers you water regularly, he has you wear his warm jacket on warm days and he regularly chastises you if you think of doing something stupid. He's not completely sweet to you though, his dry personality does not allow for that.

Akaashi throws all sorts of remarks your way but they're never hurtful. Bokuto is usually the victim for his quick witted jabs, but, when he says them to you they're just. Different. They're laced with affection and playfulness but his stoic face masks the true meaning behind his words. He keeps tabs on you in any way he can and Bokuto quickly catches on to this.

They don't have a proper discussion about the situation they're in. The two just come to a silent agreement that they will share you. They already know each other well and their trust cannot be shaken. Neither one is against sharing you with the other.

There are times when you are a fun trio of idiots, simply living life. You have dinner and goof off. Bokuto makes you laugh and Akaashi feeds you fresh food from the table. Bokuto has an iron clad grip on your waist while Akaashi blocks your exit. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, there's a thick layer of tension in the air. They smile, but it's not reaching their eyes.

Could they be hiding something?

You are paranoid, you rationalize. What could these two clowns have something to hide?

Time passes, you're all still as thick as thieves. Bokuto has become a professional volleyball player and Akaashi became a manga editor. Due to his strict schedule, Bokuto can't see you as often as he'd like... Which is all day, every day. At least in highschool he had the excuse of classes but now?

He's got nothing!

That's where his good old pal Akaashi comes in.

He sends Bokuto photos daily. The duo have countless folders dedicated to you, all of which have different themes and aesthetics. Akasshi sneaks in as many as he can and you won't ever catch him in the act.

He has years of experience snapping photos of you in every way imaginable. If you ever had the misfortune of looking into his computer files, he'd go to jail for life.

Despite their hectic schedules, both of them manage to keep a tight leash on you. Bokuto is quick to make work of anyone who has any sort of romantic inkling towards you, unless Akaashi tears into them first with his sharp tongue.

Neither option is safe. If you're on the receiving end of either, you will be left in a puddle of your own tears. Perhaps even blood.

You cry and complain to them - why have all your friends left you? Was there something wrong with you? Why was no one looking at you, what sort of defect did you have?

Akaashi's shirt is soaked in your bitter tears as he has his hands on your shoulders while Bokuto sits behind you, his chest pressed straight against your back. He is doing everything he can to not pounce on you right there and then but he knows better - patience is key. Pity he lacks that quality.

Luckily for him though, Akaashi has it in spades.

And they sit there with you on the sofa, the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the window as you sob your heart out towards your two closest friends, oblivious to all of the things that they have done. You don't know how many people Bokuto had to beat up in order to get you where you are. You don't know how many people Akaashi had to scare the living crap out of in order to have you in his arms.

Bokuto gently blows in your ear, most likely in a teasing manner. You look up and in your shaky gaze are met with Akaashi's hungry stare, his dark eyes boring so deep into your own that you feel as though he could swallow you whole. A pair of powerful arms wrap themselves around your waist, securing you in place as Bokuto places his lips on your neck. He nibbles on the soft flesh as Akaashi leans in and steals the kiss he had dreamed about all those years ago.

Finally, they have you. No one is coming for you, they made sure of it. You don't need anyone anymore. They are your world from this point onwards.

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215-luv · 2 years

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A GLIMPSE OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THE HQ BOYS

AKAASHI: bookstore and museum dates. will always bring you flowers to every date and anniversary you both have. gives you forehead kisses. uses i love you as a way to say thank you; like you bringing him a cup of coffee while he’s working, he’ll blink up at you with tired eyes that glimmer on the sight of you, he proceeds to murmur out an “i love you” with a smile on his face. every event that involves you such as your birthdays, anniversaries, or proposals are planned months prior because he wants everything to be perfect.

OSAMU: cooks you every meal you love. studies every recipe of your fave meal and will not sleep until he masters them. will call you darling and sweetheart. his cool and laidback facade will immediately crumble on the sight of you, and suddenly the look on his face screams love. will teach you how to cook with his chest pressed on your back, his hands over yours to guide you. midnight snacks!! the both of you has a thing for staying up all night just to find each other eating food on bed or in the kitchen at the latest hour. sometimes, when you’re asleep too early, he’ll be the one to wake you up with a deep murmur on your ear asking if you want to have a bite with him just to make sure you’re not missing out on the food.

YAMAGUCHI: every little thing about you means a lot to him. will always put you first before himself. he knows what your favorites are simply just by looking at the expression on your face and the way you act. his love language is probably acts of service and giving gifts. he really loves to spoil you. he looks at you like you’re his most prized possession. he’s extremely gentle and soft around you, he couldn’t find himself to raise his voice at you—he always happen to shiver upon the thought.

BOKUTO: is absolutely head over heels for you. will give you the biggest hugs anyone had ever given you. he’s your number one fan. everytime he gets interviewed and someone asks what his inspiration is, your name will always come out from his lips. will unashamedly point at you before he does a serve in a game like he’s saying, this is for you (and fails, woops). has a box where he keeps pictures of you and souvenirs from your dates in it. he knows his body is huge and full of muscles, however, from time to time you’ll wake up from feeling a huge weight on top of you as his whole body lays over your figure—in which everytime you try to move his body away, he’ll always whine and come back to where he’s all over you.

SUNA: lazy make out sessions in bed are always a thing. stoic on the outside, clingy on the inside. will always be a big baby for you. has a lot of videos and pictures of you in his phone, he probably has more content of you rather than himself in his own gallery. he’s your personal photographer and he’s actually good at taking pictures. he knows every angle of you and every angle that you think looks nice on you. his hand will always hold yours. he’s the sneaky one in your relationship. he loves to occasionally tease you just to see the flustered look on your face. will whine when you don’t hug him back, “pleeaaseee?” this is the same deadpanned suna rintaro we’ve been seeing i swear.

KUROO: his hands are always all over you. he loves showing himself off to you because he knows he’s all that. everytime your figure comes to his sight, it’s either a smirk or a loving smile appears upon his face there’s no in between. he absolutely loves showing you off to everyone, while he’s speaking to someone, he’ll naturally have an arm around you like it’s a habit of his (it actually is). does that thing where whenever you’re seated next to him he’ll have his arm resting on your chair’s backrest behind you. does his paperwork with you sitting on his lap. absolutely loves it when you fall asleep on him as he’s working. lets you go to his office with the excuse of you bringing him his lunch. separating work and personal life? what’s that? there’s none of that in kuroo tetsuro’s dictionary.

TSUKISHIMA: i hate everyone in the world but you. his taste on music is top tier, he secretly loves making playlists about you and probably has a hundred songs in one playlist but doesn’t admit it. your smile makes his day, no joke. he’s absolutely in love with you. teases you everyday like there’s no tomorrow. you’re the only person he’ll lend his headphones to. looks through your social media accounts from time to time but will downright deny it when someone tries to confront him about it. he loves his dates with you peaceful and out of chaos, he just wants to spend time with you as if the two of you are the only people in the world.

KITA: so much cute domestic stuff going on here!! whenever you’re in the same place as him, he feels as if he’s having some peace in his life. to him, you’re like warmth coming from the sun. he absolutely thinks you’re the reason why his days feel so bright. he always wants to make sure you’re doing okay. to him, you’ll always come first. he notices the little things about you. when he feels something is off, he’ll quickly make his way to you so he could ask if you’re okay. grocery dates!! watching sunsets and the stars in the night with a warm blanket wrapped around your bodies, accompanied with your favorite beverage.

IWAIZUMI: the gentlest when it comes to you, it’s as if he’s handling something fragile. when he cares for you, he handles you with so much love and carefulness. he really hates it when you get hurt. he has like these instincts where he can just feel if you’re in trouble or something, and it’s a miracle. he’ll always walk on the outer sidewalk, never in his life will he let you be prone to danger. he loves it when you wear his clothes. will pull you to his lap every chance he gets and then shower you with kisses on the neck. he kisses you on the cheek everytime before a game because he thinks it’s good luck but he’ll never admit it to anyone. whenever you tease him for something he’ll only shake his head with a sigh and will say, “you’re lucky i love you.”

OIKAWA: super romantic dates!! you know, those rose petals on the floor, a large bouquet, fairy lights, a candle light on the table that’s covered with silk white cloth, and he appears on a tux with that flashy smile of his and he goes, “hi beautiful”. loves going shopping with you even if he doesn’t buy anything, he simply finds excitement in helping on choosing the right things for you and seeing you all happy about it in the process. movie marathons that’s suggested by him but he only uses it as an excuse to cuddle with you. a clingy baby with you and he’s not afraid to show it on public. when someone teasingly gags about it he’ll only reply with, “what? are you jealous? sucks to be you then!” and sticks a tongue out.

USHIJIMA: secretly practices writing love letters to you and hides it somewhere in his room. doesn’t have a preference for date locations, so he’ll always ask you where do you want to go and he’ll simply comply, as long as it’s a date with you. doesn’t complain when you let him wear flashy headdresses like the cat ears headband or those trendy frog hats. doesn’t mind carrying all the weight for you, he doesn’t like it when he sees you having a hard time. volunteers to carry your stuff and handles them with ease and gentleness. he gives you head pats!! and he does it only for you. whenever he comes across some random thing that reminisces him of you, he’ll take a quick snapshot of it then send it to you followed by a message that says, “this reminds me of you. i hope you’re having a great day honey.”

HINATA: he loves telling you so much about things, and at the same time, he loves listening to you ramble about literally anything. will stop riding his bike and instead walk next to you so he can walk you home, it also gives him more time to talk to you. ice cream dates!! so much warm hugs from him. he’s literally sunshine in human form. whenever he sees you his eyes just go bling! and then quickly sprints to you with a wide smile on his face calling out your name with so much joy.

KAGEYAMA: matching necklaces!! he keeps it tucked under his collar for protection and whenever it shows off and someone points it out, he’ll only reply with a blush and a mess of his words. he’s the definition of gentleman. he opens the door for you. carries your stuff. pulls your chair for you to sit. sacrifices his sweater for you to wear even if he’s feeling cold too. everyday after volleyball practice everyone will always see him quickly packing his stuff and sprinting off without a proper goodbye. and it’s actually just so he can see you quickly and spend quality time with you.

SAKUSA: you will be the only person who he will lend his hand sanitizers to. secretly loves holding your hand. his love language is probably quality time. he loves spending time with you and avoid the rest of the world forever. gives you soft touches on the arm. dates with him are either peaceful or chaotic there’s no in between. there will be one time where you’re peacefully sharing a conversation under the stars and another time where you’re in an amusement park and he’s trying so hard not to scream through the rides. either way, it’s all worth it when he gets to see your genuine smile after everything. your smile makes his heart run kilometers per second that he could embarrassingly hear and feel it beating through his body.

ATSUMU: he loves spending every moment of his time with you. he’s obsessed. gets jealous really easily and he uses volleyball to boast himself and cope with it. like after a service ace, his head will immediately turn to you with a smirk on his face that screams ‘yeah, i did that. that’s hot, right?’ he’s another one who knows he’s got it all. he slides an arm around your waist to pull you closer. loves showing you off by implying physical touch with you. straight up kisses you on the lips hard in the most unexpected situations. and then when he pulls away he looks at you with that smirk on his face as he pulls you impossibly closer to his body with that sneaky hand on your hip.

KENMA: streams with you sitting by his side, away from the camera’s view. and he just lets you sit there because he finds it more comfortable with you around—he partly uses that as an excuse to show himself off while gaming. hand holding under the table!! just so none of the viewers could see the pda. he likes keeping things private but not to the point of keeping his relationship a secret. he loves you. he seriously loves spoiling you too. cuddles with him last extremely long. leans onto you even more when he feels your hand combing through his hair. he’s the embodiment of a cat. really clingy with you in private. although that doesn’t stop him from being attached to the hip with you in public. he’s always holding your hand. and he’ll scowl at whoever dares to try and tease him for it.

TENDOU: there’s not one day where you’re not smiling and laughing because of him. being with tendou is always fun and chaotic. with him, it feels as if your fears fade away, literally. he encourages you to try new things and will motivate you to overcome your fears. he also loves messing with you like there’s no tomorrow. places his hand ontop of your head just to mess your hair up. your whines and glares only causes the grin on his face to widen. extremely clingy with you. pulls you close to his body so he can rub his cheek against yours affectionately. then proceeds to shower your face with playful kisses. your giggles and laughs gives him serotonin. he’s totally inlove, there’s no doubt.

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i-need-entertainment · 2 years

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hihi, headcanons about haikyuu boys meeting your family please. Include any characters you want, I only ask for Kunimi to be involved :))

QUIII hello. I hope this lives up to your expectations😌💕I went with meeting the WHOLE family, I hope that's okay!

Haikyuu!! Boys Meeting Your Family

Characters: Washio, Akaashi, Kunimi, Iwaizumi, Hoshiumi, Komori, Numai and Suna

Warnings: Second hand embarrassment (honestly it could've been worse), dads trying (some succeeding, some failing) to be intimidating, use of father/mother, siblings, aunt/uncle, grandparents & cousins.

Washio Tatsuki:

Honestly- you’re like 98% sure you’re family is more scared of him than he is of them LOL

Your dad opens up the door, expecting to scare off the ‘punk’ his daughter dragged home and is instead met with the most intimidating stare he’s ever had to lock eyes with.

You really almost lost your composure as you saw your dad’s eyes widen before he cleared his throat and introduced himself, your boyfriend politely introducing himself and shaking your father’s hand.

You watched as one by one your family members all reacted to your tall, stoic and intimidating boyfriend.

You started to get worried they really would be too intimidated by him to be normal until-

Your little cousin tugged on Washio’s pant leg, and you saw the short flash of panic in his gaze.

Washio wasn’t scared of kids, actually he loved them.

…he just didn’t have the best track record with them liking him.

“...up..” your cousin was only 2, so in his fearless little brain he just sees someone tall and thinks ‘fun’.

Your family watches with mixed reactions, waiting to see how he’d react.

He looked over to you, and when you nodded that it was okay, he bent down and gently picked the child up, cracking a small smile when your cousin giggled.

You’re sure you saw hearts in your aunts eyes- too bad auntie, he’s yours >:)

If that didn’t win him over, then his offer to wash dishes after dinner did them in.

Safe to say, your boyfriend has become a treasured member of the family and if you two break up…they may never forgive you.

Akaashi Keiji:

He is stressed.

What if they don’t like what he wears? What if they think he’s too quiet? What if he tries to talk more to be less quiet but he says stupid things? What if-

“Keiji, baby, you’re spiraling again…aren't you?”

Akaashi is a great guy, you know it, fukurodani knows it, and you know your family is going to love him.

You just wish he could know how great he is too- maybe he wouldn’t be fiddling with his hands and borderline pacing outside of your front door.

He tenses up when your father pats his back and ushers him inside, but he gets himself together enough to properly introduce himself.

You hide your laugh as your dad sneaks an impressed glance your way, “covertly” giving you a thumbs up as he takes him to meet the family.

Back off dad- you saw him first✋🙄

Just as expected, everyone is absolutely enthralled with your boyfriend. He’s smart, handsome, humble AND athletic-

He blows everyone's socks off when he gives intelligent and sensical input during one of the conversations during dinner.

Where did you find this guy- harvard?!

They don’t even try to hide how impressed they are, giving you a wonderful view of the pinkness of Akaashi’s ears and the little throat clear he does before returning to his meal.

You are gonna have to establish your dominance in your family since several people have stated “if you two break up- we’re keeping him, you can go.”

Kunimi Akira:

“Are you ready to meet them?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

He seemed cool as a cucumber, like the thought of meeting your whole family didn’t terrify him just a little.

You knew better though, he had been stressing about it since you had asked him.

The initial meetings go over well enough, he gives short answers but doesn't outwardly appear annoyed or smug towards them.

More so he just has on his usual face of complete and total indifference.

One of your relatives says something minorly offensive? Doesn't phase him one bit.

One of your little cousins runs head first into his leg? No reaction.

Your family begins to wonder if he's capable of such feelings at all.

And then you bring up the time you watched kindaichi whack his head on a door frame and it happens-

As bright as day for the whole table to see a smile broke out on his face as he shook his head, muttering a 'that idiot'.

He was a tough nut to crack but you knew that with time, he was gonna fit in just fine.

Now to make sure they don't ever discover how lazy he is…

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Is there a better guy to bring home? You're really not sure there is.

He's respectful, returns your fathers handshake with an equal (if not greater) amount of force, has good conversation with your aunts and grandma, and gets on great with your siblings.

You can tell your dad is trying not to like him- it's obvious with the scowl he has on and the twitch his eyebrow does every time iwaizumi says something he can't refute.

You know it's over when your boyfriend brings up sports- something your father is quite the fan of. It's really over when they find out they like the same team.

Safe to say he manages to win over your entire family within 30 minutes, and when he’s gearing up to leave has like 3 different people inviting him to the next event.

After the meeting you are constantly being bugged about him- when is he coming over next? Is Hajime going to be there? When are you two going to get married?

Actually you’re starting to wonder if they like him more than you…

Scratch that, you know the answer- but admitting it would boost your boyfriend’s ego, so better not.

Hoshiumi Korai:

By law he's a menace to society- now is no different.

It all seems to go well at first; he's surprisingly humble when introducing himself (he only mentioned volleyball like twice), he doesn't say anything super offensive and he seems to be behaving himself.

And then it happens..the inevitable mention of his height- or rather lack thereof.

Your aunt and uncle show up a little late- understandably so since they're kids were still little.

Their oldest child is 7, which means he's old enough to converse but not quite old enough to know that some thoughts should stay just that- a thought.

You really thought this would go over without incident- it had been 30 minutes and he hadn't done anything questionable!

Then your cousin walked right up to him, cocked his head to the side and said those dreadful words-

"Aren't you short for a volleyball player? I thought they had to be tall."

You could've sworn you watched a VEIN pop on his forehead, and before you could react you heard it, the "HUUUHHHH?!?!"

He began his rant- only to have it muffled when you slapped your hand over his mouth, calmly asking your cousin not to mention his…stature.

Komori Motoya:

Is it possible for someone NOT to like him? You weren't sure, and you hoped tonight wouldn't be the night you got proved wrong.

You couldn't tell if he was genuinely excited or trying to cope with his nervousness- but he seemed legitimately happy to be meeting them.

Your fathers intimidation tactics? No effect

The overwhelming amount of interactions from your mom, grandma and aunts? He happily engages in conversation(s).

Jumpy little energetic cousins? Plays with them and becomes their new favorite person.

If someone in your family didn't like him they sure were good at hiding it cause by the end of the night your dad is laughing at his jokes, your mom is cooing over his endearing stories of you, and when he leaves literally everyone is begging you never to break up with him.

If he ever misses a family gathering in the future you are immediately hounded with "where is he?!" Like you're not standing right there smh🙄

Numai Kazuma:

He's a nervous wreck- his words not mine.

"H-hi, sir! I'm Numai Kazuma!" You watched as the hand he stuck out for a handshake shook just a teeny tiny bit.

Your dad nodded, introduced himself and shook your boyfriend's hand- a little harder than necessary might I add.

Your dad clapped him on the back and invited him inside.

You had warned numai before hand that your dad can be…a little too protective. You know he had good intentions- he wants you to be safe and happy!

But he can be a bit much, and now was no exception.

Your dad lead him into the living room where all the men in the family were waiting.

You watched as his face blanched, quickly turning to you for immediate assistance.

Knowing not even you could stop this interrogation from happening, you just shrugged and let him know you'd be right back, quickly exiting to build your "save my boyfriend" squad.

Once your cool aunt, siblings and grandmother had gathered, you all dragged Numai into the kitchen where they all began to absolutely rave about your "handsome strong young man!" Of a boyfriend.

So yeah- after being scared straight by your father, he gains a fanclub that will never stop asking you questions about him.

Suna Rintaro:

I don't know if trainwreck is the right word…but it certainly comes close.

Its not like he did anything bad per se, for the majority of the evening he was being his normal stoic quiet self.

All in all he was behaving himself- or he did for most of the evening anyway.

Although he comes across as the 'super respectful and stand up guy' at his core suna is still a lord of chaos- intent on witnessing the twins' mischief and dedicated to getting anything and everything on film.

So who was he to not laugh when your toddler cousin happened to trip on air and face plant?!

To make it slightly better…he wasn't the only one who laughed, your family just didn't expect your quiet reclusive boyfriend to bust out laughing when your cousin tripped.

By the end of the night at least 90% of your family is ready to adopt him as one; your grandparents, aunts/uncles, cousins and your mom/siblings all love him.

Your dad? He's not so sure…

#washio x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #akaashi x reader #kunimi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hoshiumi x reader #komori x reader #numai x reader #suna x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #fukurodani #inarizaki #itatchiyama #kamomedai #nohebi #aoba johsai

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mari-writes · 11 months

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“Have you ever noticed that Bokuto hugs Akaashi differently?”

Konoha blinks, glancing at his teammate with interest. Komi’s arms are folded in front, with one hand reaching up to tap a finger on his chin. Konoha follows his gaze to where his captain and Akaashi are practicing.

“Huh?”

“He hugs Akaashi differently than the rest of us,” Komi says absently. “Haven’t you noticed?”

Konoha narrows his eyes. The setter had obviously just broken free from the other boy’s clutches moments ago, turning to hide his pink-tinged cheeks from view.

“Ugh,” Konha grits out, taking a large swig of his water bottle before letting out an exasperated sigh. Because of course he’s noticed. It’s just–he’s trying NOT too. He’s had to deal with the two boys’ odd dynamic for almost two years. He’s tired.

“I mean, he practically strangles anyone else he hugs,” Komi continues. “But with Akaashi-kun he’s almost… gentle? It’s still a tight bear hug, it’s just a bit.. softer?” He shrugs. “I dunno, maybe it’s just my imagination.”

Konoha shakes his head. “It’s not. I mean, everything about their relationship is kind of weird.”

Komi chuckles. “You’re not wrong.”

For a while they just watch their teammates in silence. The two practice as normal–bumping, setting and spiking over and over again with stamina that mystifies Konoha to no end. It used to just be Bokuto who had limitless energy. Now, it seems to have rubbed off on their kohai.

“They’re crazy,” he mutters, and Komi snorts in agreement.

Eventually though, Akaashi does meet his limit. Even Bokuto’s puppy dog eyes don’t sway him to continue. “Bokuto-san, final exams start next week. You need to go home and rest so you can start studying hard tomorrow.”

Bokuto pouts. “But I want to keep going!”

“No buts. You need to pass math if you don’t want to repeat remedial courses at university, Bokuto-san.”

“So mean, ‘kaashi!”

“Being strict isn’t the same as being mean.”

“Hmm, I dunno about that!”

Konoha rolls his eyes, and he sees Komi facepalm in his periphery.

“You’ll help me study, won’t you Akaashi?” His voice is hopeful, maybe even a bit nervous. Konoha can’t help but turn to watch them again. (Ugh, it’s like he can’t look away.)

“I don’t think I’d be much help,” Akaashi admits. “Math is not my strong suit, either. You know that.”

“I do know. But just having another person there to motivate me is enough!” Bokuto grins and leans in close. “Especially if it’s you! You’re the best, ‘kaashi…”

Konoha’s eyes widen; has Bokuto always been this smooth? Next to him, Komi lets out a surprised noise of his own. They both try not to laugh as Akaashi’s stoic expression immediately melts into one of unadulterated fondness.

“Oh,” Akaashi visibly swallows, fingers weaving nervously. “Then sure, Bokuto-san. I will help you.”

Bokuto lets out a triumphant yelp, and in one very quick movement, bounds forward to pull his setter into yet another hug.

Thanks to Komi (for better or worse), Konoha is now paying even more attention. He notices the tenderness in how Bokuto embraces the other boy. The way his arms, often a bit too powerful for his own good, wrap around him delicately. And how he dips his head down slightly to nose at Akaashi’s curls.

Akaashi’s face is hidden from view. But judging by how red his ears are, and the way his hands twitch at his sides, it almost seems like he… well…

Konoha suddenly feels like he’s intruding. He slaps Komi’s wrist and turns on his heel. “Let’s go,” he mutters. “Leave them to clean up the court. They’re the ones who actually practiced late, anyway.”

“But you saw that, right?” Komi hisses as they exit the gym. “There’s just… something there!”

“Well duh.” Konoha scoffs. “Two hugs in like, what, 10 minutes? It’s like Bokuto is just trying to find an excuse to do it whenever he can.”

Komi laughs. “Seriously!”

As they trek around the building towards the entrance of the school, Konoha can’t help but notice that the gym has gone strangely quiet. Like his hugs, Bokuto’s voice is usually overwhelming, booming and loud and unrestrained.

But now Konoha hears… nothing.

He wonders, vaguely, if his two teammates are still hugging. If Bokuto is holding on longer this time, and Akaashi is just… letting him. If they are perhaps doing MORE than hugging…

“Ugh,” Konoha grumbles again. He hates that he’s so invested in these idiots. They are absolutely ridiculous. Exhausting. Maddening.

Still, he can’t help but send a silent blessing back to his friends.

Okay guys, figure yourselves out, he thinks, smiling in spite of himself.

We’ll be there for you all the way…

Konoha is right–by the time he gets home that night, BokuAka is making out heavily on the club room floor 😆

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Doctor Hanahaki - I'm trying to get over this. [8]

Doctor Hanahaki

Chapter 8

WC: 3281

Akaashi goes through life after the kiss, regret and sorrow fill his days to where he almost collapses at work. Despite his inner turmoil, the flutter in his heart continues, and there is something he will have to figure out on his own.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47404093/chapters/140754997

“Okay, what the hell?”

“Be quiet,” Kiyoko hushes Sugawara who stares at the tablet in her hands, going over the schedule for the day. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but the big notice was Bokuto Koutarou was listed, and not under Akaashi’s name. “It says Akaashi recently referred him to someone else in the clinic. Weird…”

Sugawara frowned and looked around to make sure nobody else was watching. “That’s… weird. Kind of sad too. I feel like ever since Bokuto came around, Akaashi was so much more open. I wonder what happened.”

“Hopefully, nothing,” Kiyoko puts the tablet down and starts flipping on the lights to the rest of the clinic. Akaashi was usually here first, he was supposed to be here first, but he was not. “I trust that Akaashi has good judgement. It was probably just a scheduling conflict.”

“No, Kiyoko. You don’t understand,” Sugawara shook his head. “Akaashi is the most stoic, dead-inside person I’ve ever met. He’s so empty, anxious, chronic overthinker, you know what I mean. He had Hanahaki when he was 17, that surgery saved his life, but it messed him up. He hardly feels anything but whenever Bokuto comes in, Akaashi is smiling. It’s like he’s alive again.” It was a topic Sugawara was passionate about. Akaashi had been in his life for so long, the two of them had built this clinic (figuratively) from the ground up after their residencies. He was always for Akaashi becoming more open with others.

“You think he…”

It’s implied, but Sugawara hates to think about it.

“No,” Sugawara hears the door open and hushes his voice. “Akaashi is so morally correct, I’m sure of it. If something happened, he’d walk in here to resign. There must be something we’re missing but as his coworkers and his friends, we should check on him.”

The door opens, Sugawara has to hold his breath as Akaashi enters the clinic, hair extra ruffled and eyebags which beat even his worse ones. His eyes are dark, low, empty as ever, and even Kiyoko has to keep her composure at the sight of him. “Akaashi?” Sugawara breaks the silence, heading over to lay a hand on his younger coworker but hesitating as Akaashi backs away. “You look rough, buddy. Are you alright? Have you been sleeping okay?”

“I think…” Akaashi sighs, running his fingers through his hair and Sugawara swears he swayed. “I think I want to quit.”

“I’m in love with you, Bokuto,” Akaashi stands on a pedestal surrounded by whiteness, shouting into the void with no control over the words which fall out of his mouth. Petals fall out of his mouth as he screams again. “I love you! You’re everything!”

Akaashi looks down as vines climb up the pedestal, grabbing him by his ankles. “I love you! I love you! Take it, Bokuto! Take my love! Take it and be cured!” The vines climb up and knock Akaashi to his knees, threatening to pull him into the white void. Akaashi grips to the side of the pedestal as the vines attempt to pull him down, Akaashi letting out a harsh cough as petals and blood stain the quartz pedestal which he once stood proudly on.

“You hurt me,” Bokuto’s voice booms throughout the void, tears in Akaashi’s eyes. “You wanted to hurt me!” He shouts as the vines pull Akaashi from the pedestal.

He falls and screams.

He screams against the hardwood floor of his apartment, Nariko poking his face. “Ugh… oh my God,” Akaashi groans as he sits up from the ground and looks around, holding his hand over his mouth as waves of nausea from the nightmare sweep by him. The night is young, the moon is out as seen through his windows, and Nariko sits by Akaashi with beady eyes. A way to remind Akaashi he’s hardly slept this whole weekend, let alone in his own bed.

Nariko is the only factor helping Akaashi, as he runs to the bathroom and throws up in anguish from the night prior, thankful he finds no blood or petals. “I don’t love him, I don’t love anyone,” he mutters to himself, half delirious from the lack of sleep. “It was a mistake, Akaashi. You made a mistake; it didn’t mean anything.” Disgusted at the idea of love, the idea of feelings, the idea of ruining his ethical code for something so stupid!

It definitely meant something, at least to one of them.

Akaashi slowly gets up and looks at himself in the mirror, cringing as he looks away. “I can’t be there anymore.” Bokuto said he was not going to make a complaint about it, even though Akaashi begged him too. His license and reputation were only going to get hit if he came out. Akaashi was on his own, and he wanted it to be done.

“I’m going to quit.”

What about Bokuto?

Shut up.

Bokuto.

Be quiet.

You love-

“Fucking… oh my God, end me now. Shut the fuck up!” Akaashi covers his ears and leans against the bathroom counter, tears pouring as the bathroom lights flicker from his outburst. Bokuto is stuck in his mind, every waking second, no matter how much he doesn’t want him to be. “I’m quitting, I’m done. No more, Dr. Akaashi. No more, Dr. Hanahaki. I never should’ve gotten close to him. Never should’ve done any of this!”

Akaashi knows what he did was wrong, but he also knows that it did not feel as wrong as it should. The kiss consumes his waking days, and Bokuto is forever in his thoughts. He knows he should hate himself for it, but he misses Bokuto dearly. Akaashi knows he can never love, but he knows Bokuto was important to him, more than anyone ever before.

Key word, was. It has to be was.

He shut the lights off in the mirror and heads to the living room, picking up Nariko and sitting on the couch with her as he stares at the midnight sky. He’s worse than the way he was before Bokuto came into his life, living through the motions and blinking only to notice how much time has passed.

“I’m going to quit.” He repeats himself at the clinic when Sugawara stands with his mouth agape. He knows his tone sounds like a slash from the sword of betrayal, but he no longer cares. It’s for his own sake, for ethics and morals. “Consider this my two weeks. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Akaashi, you can’t be serious,” Sugawara shakes his head, Kiyoko looks out the window as cars start to pull up for appointments while the receptionist glances away from the drama. “We built this clinic from nothing, and you want to quit? Why? Why now?” The words scratch at Akaashi while he clenches his fists.

“Guys,” Kiyoko tries to jump in, but her voice does not carry so far.

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it. Be professional, Dr. Sugawara.”

“After everything? Dr. Akaashi, I may be your coworker, but I am also your friend.”

“And as my friend, I’m asking you to let it go. I’ve made my…” Akaashi’s voice trails off as he grabs the side of the wall, dizziness attacking his vision. It’s the stress, the lack of sleep, all the emotional turmoil. “My choice.”

“There are patients on their way in here!” Kiyoko shakes her head. “Deal with it later, you both need to be professional.”

Bokuto.

The dizziness tries to sweep him off his feet, Akaashi shakes his head to try and clear his thoughts. In his peripheral vision, Sugawara reaches out. “I’m sorry, I’ll be okay,” Akaashi forces a smile and starts to head to the back of the clinic where he starts his day. “We have a job to do, so let’s do that. Okay?” He practically storms off with a medical service smile, leaving to work on his day.

He's working in one of the more private offices in between appointments, filling out paperwork with the door half open when he sees him. Akaashi’s heart drops, as he watches through the crack of the door to see Nurse Kiyoko escorting a figure he knew all too well into a different room. Not his room, Akaashi didn’t have an appointment scheduled for 2:00 in the afternoon, not anymore. Bokuto’s shell-like figure motions through and the door closes, his sweater that once hugged his muscle curves now hanging loosely. It has not even been a week but still-

Go talk to him.

“God, no,” Akaashi tries to interrupt his thoughts, dizziness swarming his vision as he slams his head against the desk, almost falling asleep if it were not for the fact he was on the job and he would surely be greeted with nightmares if he did.

It was killing him.

Akaashi figured it was rather ironic, how a dying man was killing him like this. It was not fair, it was not right, but what was worse was the ache in his chest to know Bokuto was down the hall with a new doctor because Akaashi couldn’t keep his lips to himself.

“Dr. Akaashi?” He feels a single poke on his shoulder, and he remembers his head is still on the desk of a rather dark office. Yet, he has no desire to get out. “Akaashi? Please get up,” another poke, he realizes it’s Kiyoko.

He also realizes how dizzy he is feeling rather suddenly.

“My apologies…” Akaashi attempts to lift his head up, vision blurring in and out. One single glance at Kiyoko and he lays his head down on the desk again, groaning as a headache continues to beat his head from the inside out.

Bokuto. I miss him.

The thoughts don’t stop, the constant reminders that he truly was happier when around Bokuto, and he could never pinpoint exactly why. There is a lump caught in his throat when the only barrier to a mental breakdown in the middle of the medical office is his own exhaustion, tiredness which keeps him from being able to lift his head off the desk.

It’s as if he’s falling.

“Akaashi? Let’s get you to lay down, I’ll check on you. Okay?” Before he can even realize it, his arm is slung half over Nurse Kiyoko, his eyes opening to face reality for the first time in minutes. An empty office moves to an empty room, his movements ragdoll-like as Kiyoko practically props him up onto the examination table like a toy.

He remains silent as he lays on the bed, idly watching as she takes his blood pressure, the only noise in the room the pumping of the tool. “Just a bit low. Not terrible but not the greatest,” she mumbles, laying the blood pressure cuff on the side. “You don’t look well, Dr. Akaashi.”

“Just tired.”

“I don’t think so,” she sighs while Akaashi feels a shiver go down his spine. He’s cold, stoic, hard-to-read, but Kiyoko sees him like an open book. After all, like-minded people simply know better, they just do. “What’s on your mind? You haven’t been sleeping well, I can tell. What keeps you up at night?”

Bokuto.

The kiss.

Being in love-

No.

“How did you know that you fell in love?”

Akaashi, what the hell are you doing?

Akaashi’s eyes are half-lidded when he asks the question, hardly aware of the weight the question holds, but he pushes onwards. “I can’t feel those things, but you are like me… personality-wise at least. How did you know?”

The oxygen is sucked out of the room when Akaashi lets the words fall out. He’s half aware of his whole situation when Kiyoko goes to sit in the chair in the room. “Well, it’s different for different people,” she starts. “For some people, it’s how much they want to have sex with the person, that physical intimate connection,” Kiyoko speaks, rather bluntly.

Akaashi swears he’s about to throw up.

“I disagree with that, but it works for some people,” she shrugs. “For me, I found out how much I was valued. How much he valued me, wanted to protect me. With that, I realized I wanted the best for him, more than anyone else. I realized how important he was to me, and I couldn’t let that go.”

Letting it go?

“People laughed at me; you know?” Kiyoko gives a small chuckle, surely thinking of her lover. “For the first few weeks of dating, I couldn’t say I love you. The words left this awful taste in my mouth, and I had no idea why. I felt terrible too, because he would say it to me every day! Despite that little bump, he knew I loved him. I just couldn't say it yet, and that’s okay. People move at their own pace.”

Their own pace?

“Well, it took me about three months to tell him I loved him. He cried when I said it for the first time. He never doubted it, I just expressed it in different ways. Ryu always knew how important he was to me, and we made it work.”

Akaashi wants to ask more questions, but the dizziness invades him and tries to bring him back to his rational self. Hanahaki surgery survivors like him can’t feel those things, so why bother? His mouth is awkwardly dry as he turns away to face the wall, curling up on himself.

He isn’t sure whether to feel hopeful, or to cry.

“You should take one of your breaks, just so you can get back on your feet. I’ll come back when you’re needed, I know how much you probably want to get back to things,” it’s a lighthearted joke laced with kindness, one Akaashi will learn to appreciate.

“We should talk more often,” Akaashi mumbles as Kiyoko turns off the lights to ease the migraine engrained in his brain. Had the conversation helped his existential dread? Not particularly but Kiyoko had this certain aura of peace wherever she went, something Akaashi feared would fade when she left the room.

“We should.”

He gets up after about 15 minutes, the anxieties creeping in as he goes to finish his day of patients (none Hanahaki) and later day of paperwork. It’s as if he’s almost out of the tunnel, avoiding it all till he can go home for another sleepless night.

“Akaashi?” Just his luck, Akaashi is interrupted from filling out a form for a middle-aged woman. The clinic is almost all shut now, just Sugawara and Akaashi left now. Of course, it started with them, so it shall finish with them. “Can we talk?” Sugawara’s voice almost breaks as he sits in the chair near Akaashi’s.

Akaashi looks at his computer, unable to make the eye contact. Despite that all, he stops typing and lets out a shaky breath. “Look… I messed up. I can’t stay here, I’m quitting. I’ve made my decision already, so don’t try to convince me otherwise.”

“Akaashi…” Sugawara shakes his head. “You’re the most amazing doctor I’ve ever met. As your coworker, I respect your decision. As your friend, I can’t just let you go like this. I thought things were really looking up for a bit, you’ve seemed happier. What happened?” The final question repeats in his mind, interrupted by the comment of his happiness status. He hates that Sugawara is not wrong.

I have been happier.

The words repeat and haunt him, Akaashi turning his chair to face Sugawara. “I…”

He let it happen.

No, I made it happen. No matter what, it’s my fault.

“Akaashi?”

“I kissed Bokuto.”

Sugawara goes silent, paling as he grips the edge of the counter where they are sat. “When I brought his groceries to his house the other day, one thing led to another and we kissed,” Akaashi puts his hands over his face, tears threatening to pour. “I don’t know how it happened, or why, I just know I hate that it happened. I can’t walk in here every day for the rest of my life knowing what I did.”

There’s a long pause of silence, Akaashi looking up until Sugawara goes to break it.

“Why are you still here?”

“What?”

Sugawara repeats himself, the two of them making eye contact for the first time. “That happened days ago. Why hasn’t he put in a complaint about it? How does he have the bravery to walk in here today? Why do you still have your license? Why are you still here?”

“He said he wasn’t going to make a complaint,” Akaashi mumbled the words and that is when they truly set in. Bokuto said he was not going to make a complaint?

How could Bokuto forgive like that?

“So, I’m going to quit.”

Sugawara shook his head, hands trembling. “Who initiated it?” He asks, only met with silence. “Akaashi, I know this stuff is new to you but sometimes people do things that-”

“Stop trying to defend me. I did, okay?” The dizziness from lack of sleep is truly getting to him, getting worse by the hour. His vision blurs as the nightmares race in his brain 100 miles an hour. “He asked to put my hand on his chest and then my hand moved towards and- oh my God, I’m never seeing him again, I can’t.”

“He asked you to put your hand on his chest?” Sugawara asks.

Akaashi responds cautiously. “Yes, he did.”

“You made moves before you kissed him, which he didn’t reject?”

“…Yeah.”

Sugawara’s eyes widen a bit, almost in surprise. “And he still says he doesn’t want to file a complaint or anything? That he doesn’t want your apology?”

Akaashi brings his fist down against the table, a single tear streaming down his face as he wipes it away profusely. “What point are you trying to prove?” He glares. He has no idea why his anger is coming out against Sugawara when it’s more himself. “Sorry…” he quickly backtracks, leaning his back against the seat. “I’m just… on edge.”

“You’re fine. I’m just trying to say that maybe…” Sugawara pauses, sighing and shaking his head. “Never mind. Thanks for telling me. Even if Bokuto doesn’t seem to be mad, I’m glad you’re being responsible.”

You need to figure it out on your own.

Akaashi nods, gripping the edge of the counter while anxiety attempts to weave its way into his cold heart once more. “So, you’ll let me go?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you go,” Sugawara gives a soft smile. “Just, finish the two weeks? Finish what you started, Akaashi. Just these two weeks, I know it’ll suck if it’s morals you’re after, but please,” despite Sugawara’s typically aloof demeanor, it’s as if he is pleading with Akaashi to stay, at least for now. “I know you wouldn’t do anything like that with anyone else, so that’s why I’m asking you to finish these two weeks.”

Akaashi takes a shaky breath, nodding hesitantly. This was his only passion ever, and if he was going to throw it out, he would at least finish what he started. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“We cool?”

“We’re cool.”

Akaashi watches as Sugawara, half on the verge of tears, rushes in for a hug. For once, it reminds him of his residency. Akaashi, with limited experience and knowledge rushing into the arms of a doctor who welcomed him with kindness when the rest criticized his coldness. A doctor who told him they would build a clinic together to save lives when the big medicine industry failed.

Sugawara was important to him. Akaashi didn’t love him, but he treasured him, and maybe that’s good enough.

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boysbellyrubs · 1 year

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Eve Carsickness

now i know i said i had no inspiration but this idea was too good to not write. my girl Eve gets tortured today, with her being so stoic and serious i thought car sickness was the perfect way for her to get sick.

But this one does end a bit funky cause I didn't know what to do, i hope the rest of the story makes up for the shitty ending.

Eve reminds me of Akaashi from haikyuu personality wise honestly. okay enough talking.

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It had started with a fluttery feeling in her stomach. Small enough to ignore but big enough to warrant a little concern. She knew she got carsick on rare occasions, and it seems this was one of them. Eleanor driving and Eve riding shotgun, the windy roads in front of them was enough to set her dormant sickness into motion.

Speaking of motion, every time the car even as much as turned a small corner, the feeling inside her increased. Eventually, the rough roads and sharp turns flipped her stomach every which way. She grit her teeth, she could do this.

Eleanor, being ever perceptive, picked up on her discomfort, “Eve, honey, you’ve gone even quieter than normal. Is something the matter?”

Eve shook her head, still trying to hold onto her last shred of dignity, “I’m good.” Her voice betrayed her. She knew she could keep up an act of normalcy, but carsickness was her one foil.

“Really? It doesn’t sound like it.” Eleanor teased, still focused on the road to notice Eve’s pale face.

Eve didn’t respond. She had squeezed her eyes shut during the conversation and had no intent on opening them again. Her belly tossed her breakfast, moving in time with the car. She gripped the underside of her seat as a hot flush washed over her.

She was acutely aware of everything happening inside her, and she wished she wasn’t. Slowly the feeling built until a sickly gurgle emanated from her middle and she hunched over it. No point in hiding it now.

“El..” She tried. It was far too quiet over the sound of the engine, but she didn’t know if she could speak any louder. Opening her mouth wider would only make her gag, and she wanted to get out of the car before she did that.

Her stomach gurgled again, a disgusting noise that drained the last colour in her face. She swallowed thickly, “El, can you pull over.”

“Huh?”

“Pull over, please.” She pleaded. As the sentence ended she had to clap a hand over her mouth as her stomach revolted. Another gurgle and she gagged into her hand, a splash of vomit coating her tongue. She shivered with disgust.

Eve couldn’t hear what Eleanor was saying, but the violent turn of the car said all she needed to hear. Her stomach rolled again and she fought the urge to gag, squeezing her jaw together.

She heard the car door slam and then Eleanor was next to her, pulling her out of the car. She barely opened her eyes to make sure she wasn’t puking all over her own feet and let her mouth open.

A wave of vomit poured from her mouth, and she coughed which only dislodged a larger wave to come up. She braced her hands on her knees and spat a glob of bile and spit to the ground. She breathed once, and another heave erupted from her throat. More puke splashed into the puddle below her and she stumbled, the dizziness now catching up to her.

“Woah, let’s try not to pass out babe.” Eve tried to smile, but she was exhausted. Vomiting took it out of her every time, and she just wanted to collapse to the dirty ground and stay there.

She tried to indicate that she wanted to sit down, and she thanked the heavens that Eleanor was smart as she felt the solid ground under her. She crossed her legs and hung her head, trying desperately to not vomit again.

Eleanor brushed her hair back, gently taking her glasses off, “Are we alright?”

Eve shook her head, breathing heavily as she felt the remnants of her breakfast still having a brawl inside her stomach. She knew she only had to vomit once more but it wasn’t happening.

“El, I have to vomit again.” She gripped her knees, her belly letting out another wet gurgle.

“What’s stopping you?” Eleanor asked, puzzled as ever.

Eve was beyond embarrassed. She hated feeling sick and being so out of character. It made her feel stupid, like all of her effort to appear strong went to waste, she didn’t want pity or sympathy. Being sick stripped her of that, it made her vulnerable.

All her spiralling brought upon the final gag she needed to finally rid this feeling. She coughed wetly, tears stung her eyes. Eleanor had carefully removed her glasses at some point, so she was free to rub her eyes harshly. She wanted to crawl into her hands.

Eleanor stood next to her, rubbing her back softly. She knew how Eve got when she was ill. She tried her best to comfort her, but Eleanor knew that there wasn’t much that could be done. She just had to stay with her, saying too much or being too overbearing would only cause Eve to feel worse.

The wind picked up a little, raising goosebumps in both women. Eleanor shivered, “Right, you feeling up for getting back in the car?”

Eve stayed silent. She slowly rubbed away her remaining tears and with a sigh, she straightened. The world was fuzzy and it was almost calming. Being able to take her glasses off and make everything fade away was satisfying. She turned to her girlfriend to find a knowing look on her face. She smiled, leaning forward to peck the tip of Eve’s nose.

“Ready?” Eleanor repeated.

Eve nodded, not wanting her voice to spoil her peace. She grabbed Eleanor’s hand, soft yet strong. She swayed a little when she stood up but was righted quickly by Eleanor. Getting back into the car was even worse, knowing that eventually she would throw up again and they’d have to do this whole ordeal over. Eve’s face crumpled, a new wave of tears washing ashore her eyes.

Eleanor stopped what she was doing, now coming to look straight on at Eve, “Hey, hey what are you crying for? Are you gonna throw up again?”

“No, it’s not that,” She began; her voice wobbling like a child’s, “I just don’t want to get back in the car and then end up throwing up again. I don’t want to do that again.” Making eye contact was nearly impossible.

Eleanor sighed, void of annoyance, “My love, I know how much you hate vomiting, but we can’t stay here forever. If you start feeling sick again, it’ll be okay. We can pull over and I’ll help you.”

Eve tried her hardest to believe her, but with everything that had happened it was too difficult for her to think rationally. She shook her head, slouching into the seat and folding her arms. She felt silly, she was acting like a child. She looked away from her girlfriend and said nothing more.

She felt Eleanor’s stare, but thankfully she moved away. The car trip was silent after that.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Types of Yanderes Haikyu! Characters are

A/N: Some might be repetitive because according to their personality they may suit more than one category.

NOTE: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone's personal space/ life is not being romanticized in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

DEATH NOTE VERSION: Yanderes Death Note characters are MHA VERSION: Types of Yanderes MHA characters are HAIKYUU VERSION: Types of Yanderes Haikyuu Characters are HXH VERSION: Types of Yandere HxH characters are TOKYO REVENGERS VERSION: Tokyo revengers as Yandere lovers

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THE MANIPULATIVE TYPE

Will manipulate you into thinking, what they are doing is best for you. They will play with your mind until you are completely dependent on them.

Daichi, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Kita, Osamu, Tsukishima

THE DELUSIONAL TYPE

You love them, right? RIGHT? They think your tantrums and escape methods will stop. You love them and they love you. A perfect little family.

Hinata, Atsumu, Bokuto, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Koganegawa, Lev, Yamamoto

THE VIOLENT TYPE

Come on Darling, you knew better not to break the rules. They will break you until you are screaming and crying for mercy. Later they would patch you up and tell you that none of this would have happened if you didn't disobey them.

Oikawa, Suna, Tendou, Terushima, Kuroo

THE SADISTIC TYPE

Another form of the violent type, not necessarily very cruel, but they find it 'amusing' to see you in pain. You are crying? How cute. Practically begging them to leave you alone? So so so pretty.

Tendou, Suna

THE PAMPERING TYPE

Perhaps the best of all Yanderes. They know that they have caused turbulence in your life, hence they are a bit kinder. They would spoil you into loving them.

Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama, Sugawara, Yamaguchi, Atsumu, Kenma, Yaku, Aran, Asahi

THE STALKER TYPE

They know every single thing about you. They will stalk the routes you follow, keep information about the people close to you. Break into your house, steal your belongings for their little collection. They are truly infatuated by you.

Nishinoya, Akaashi, Yamaguchi, Suna, Ushijima

THE STOIC TYPE

You never know what's going on in their mind. They can be nice and sweet to you and an absolute nightmare for others. They may appear scary and terrifying, but wouldn't dare lay a hand on you. They love you, but it may take some time for them to realize it.

Kageyama, Yaku, Daichi, Ushijima, Akaashi, Kenma, Tsukishima

THE KILLER TYPE

Oh, the most feared of them all. Is that person trying to get too close to their darling? Kill them. Is that person dear to their darling? No! Only they can be the person their darling loves. Kill them.

Tanaka, Kageyama, Osamu, Tendou

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lunaevangeline · 2 years

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Haikyuu Boys

When you have to do work/assignments on the weekend

Kuroo

Leaning his head on your shoulder while you're still busy typing your keyboard. Hands wrapping your waist from behind, "Kitten.. still busy with the works?". You sigh, heart-melting from his gesture "Yes, Tetsu. Just a bit more, and then I can spend my time with you, 'kay?" One of your hands stroking his cheek and gives him a quick peck on his temple. "Okay, am gonna wait for you kitten", by that Kuroo dragged one chair behind you and continue to cling to your shoulder while you typed more words. Just like a cat, Kuroo clinging to your side while trying not to bother you of course. He just loves to see your serious face when you work.

Akaashi

"Y/n, here I made you a camomile tea", Akaashi comes, placing a cup of hot tea on your working table. You give him a smile, "Thanks, Keiji", hands reach out for his face, he bent down and you give him a kiss on his cheek. He blushes slightly from your action and you find him so adorable. "Um, I don't intend to bother you but do you still have much work to do?". You give a small hum, "Yeah I am quite occupied, please wait for me a bit more Keiji." He nodded, "Okay then, I will wait for you on the couch. Please don't push yourself too hard sweetheart." By that, Akaashi steals a kiss on your lips and left you to the living room, for reading his new book. He always knows how to make you skip a beat.

Ushijima

"Dear, don't you tired? You should take a rest." Ushijima walks in with a stoic face, but words full of concern. His hands reach for your shoulders and give a massage on your tense muscles. You relaxed under his touch, his strong big hands are skilled and it just feels so good. "Thank you, babe. I have to complete the document by today and it is almost done", you offer him a reassuring smile. "Ah okay", you can sense relief from his tone. After massaging your shoulder a few minutes more, Ushijima kisses your cheeks and says "Okay dear, then I will make dinner for the two of us. Please come at dinner time." He is so sweet, we don't deserve him.

Oikawa

This drama queen king will definitely freak out about your tired eyes and eye bags. "Gasp, y/n-chan~ You should take a rest before you develop wrinkles like Iwa-chan". You sigh as a response, "Tooru.. I'm sorry but I have to complete my proposal, the due time will be coming in 2 hours". He suddenly disappears and comes back with a humidifier, turning it on after putting several drops of essential oil. "Here, this will keep your skin moisturized and relaxed. And about before, I'm sorry princess I was joking. You're as beautiful as ever", Oikawa pepper your face with kisses, you chuckle at the ticklish sensation. He will definitely drag you to have an intense skincare routine after you complete the task.

Atsumu

You were working on the couch, your laptop rests in front of you on the coffee table. Suddenly your boyfriend walks in and throws his head on your lap and snuggles to you. "Y/n", he whines. "How much time does it take to complete your work? I missed you already". Eyes looking up to yours, he looks like a puppy, pouting. You giggle at his childish act, stroking his wavy hair "Sorry Tsum, I still have to work a lil bit more", giving him a small smile. "How dare your manager makes you work on the weekend! Moreover hmph.." before he can protest furthermore, you bent down and locked his lips with yours. You giggle at his stiff expression. But you can grin no more when Atsumu gives a mischievous smirk, getting up from his previous position and then pinning you down with both of his strong hands. Face leans down to yours, pressing a kiss that is way deeper than before. After some time, he left you panting, desperately catching for oxygen. "Oh work can wait ya know", gives you a crooked smile and rising one of his bold eyebrows, closing his eyes ready to lean for the next round. Guess you have surrendered to your irresistible boyfriend for now.

Osamu

"Don't you hungry, y/n?" Osamu walks into your working room. You look at his presence and smile at him "I'm not hungry yet, Samu. I will have the dinner later.." Osamu pats your head lovingly, " You shouldn't work too hard, babe. You're already enough ya know". Your hands reach him, hugging your boyfriend and giving a quick kiss on his lips. "I know. Thanks, Samu" you giggle and smile fondly. "Well then, guess I will wait next to you. Just to make sure you won't skip meals and get sick like my stupid brother. " After that, Osamu drags a chair beside you and feeds you pocky. He just can't leave you dying hungry from overworking.

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oikadori · 3 years

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hi! can i request Headcons about kita and osamu with their s/o in online class or google meet and forget to turn off the camera stuff. i like how you've done for suna, daichi and akaashi hehehe your hc is cute and i love it! 🥺❤️

LEAVING THEIR CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O PART II

⇢ includes: osamu , kita , iwaizumi | PART I , PART III

⇢ genre// cw: fluff , f!reader // suggestive, iwa bites you

⇢ wc~ 1K

a/n: please yess i loved this prompt sorry for taking so long i just idek why i left this on my drafts for so long SORRY nonnie !!

reblogs are highly appreciated <3

“hun-gry”

Osamu’s eyes drift from the laptop on the counter to you, softening when you loudly yawn entering the kitchen, he must admit that seeing you decked into one of his grey sweaters is making his heart beat a little faster than before.

“good morning to you too” he says between a deep chuckle as he presses a button on his earbuds. “Nice to see that you slept so well”

Your eyes adapt to the light and notice Osamu sitting in front of the screen, his notebook resting beneath his hands. You tilt your head, sleepiness still fogging your mind as you move behind him.

“I’m hungry ‘Samu” your head falls on top of his muscular shoulder and your arms wrap his torso

Osamu, quickly taps the button that deactivates the camera, or at least he thinks he did, before looking over his shoulder with half lidded eyes.

“You’re always hungry Y/N”

“You’re always hungry too!!

He shakes his head, stopping a small giggle to come out of his lips as you nuzzle your nose against his neck, leaving soft kisses and mumbling “cook me something” in the process. Osamu closes his eyes, enjoying your caresses before turning to face you.

“I didn’t know I had such a whiny baby as girlfriend” he lays his pen on top of his notebook before cupping your cheek with his big palm, “What am I going to do with ya?”

You pout at his mocking tone and Osamu sees the opportunity to kiss your lips, drawing a little moan out of you. Your eyes flutter closed as you hug him tighter, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

“Miya-kun! You are still part of this class!!” a female voice rings in Osamu’s ears making him stiffen, you, on the other hand, are brushing your lips on the sensitive skin of his neck searching for his mouth again, causing the spiker to blush violently as he apologizes. He looks at you with pleading eyes, using all his willpower to hold back the urge to kiss you.

“babes-please, stop.”

“Shin, can you help me with this real quick?”

Kita sees you from the corner of his eyes, standing on the entrance of his room, holding your math notebook and tapping your feet, waiting for an answer. He activates his microphone not facing you yet, addressing his classmates with a stoic tone.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna leave for a bit” he explains to his group before deactivating his camera and mic to take off his earbuds, leaving them on top of the desk. Kita’s face softens as his eyes squint a bit to give you a tender smile, patting his lap for you to use as a seat. “Come, angel”

You eagerly move your feet in his direction before plopping your weight on his thighs, sitting horizontally. One of his palms caresses your back while the other rests on your legs.

“What is it, darling?” he whispers, leaning to pepper your cheek, making a bubbly laugh burst out of your throat.

“I-help me with math please, I don’t understand this right here” you whine, pointing with your pen at the equation on your notebook, an angry frown settling on your face as you reread the problem out loud.

“Poor baby, of course I’ll help ya”, Kita smiles before his nose tickles your neck and plants a little kiss over the exposed skin. “Okay, this goes like this-“

“Kita! Your camera is still on!” Aran’s yell coming from the earbuds is loud enough for you both to hear it, your face starting to burn as you look directly at the camera, finding the ace covering his eyes.

But Kita is calm, he gives a shy smile at the screen before plugging his earbuds back, squeezing softly your thigh in an attempt to relax you.

“Thank you Aran, I apologize for the scene but… I couldn’t help it” his cheeks redden a bit as you hide your face in your palms, muffling an apology before trying to stand up. Kita’s quickly grip your thigh stopping you for moving off his lap.

“I haven’t explained ya the exercise yet”

“Are you still in class?”

“I have a little break, need something?”

You look at your boyfriend from your chair, giving a worried look that makes his thick, brown eyebrows to furrow together before he huffs. He looks away, hiding the red flush that started creeping on his face.

“No.”, You notice by the way he’s standing there, shifting his weight from left to right and hiding his hands in his pockets that he’s lying so, you lean back, offering a teasing smile.

“Oh! In that case I better do some work”, you drift your attention back to your laptop but your chair turns to the side, finding Iwaizumi’s greyish eyes staring deeply at you as his hands grip firmly the arms of your chair, caging you in your seat. “What is it Haji?”

“Want you” two simple words that make your heart flutter. One of his palms moves behind your neck to secure his hold on you as his lips crash against yours in a passionate kiss.

The room is silent except for the sounds of your wet and sloppy kisses.

“Iwa-chan!!” your boyfriend’s eyes snap open, and he freezes, lips still latched at yours, as the voice of seijoh’s captain bounce against the walls, “you are gonna hurt her lips if you keep biting like a rabid dog! ”

Iwaizumi grunts, shooting daggers to the setter across the screen, and you swear he’s about to smash your laptop with his own hands.

“What the fuck?!”

“If you need advice I-“

You quickly hold onto his arm, dragging him towards you to place a chaste kiss on his cheeks, giggling at the whole situation as your free hand closes the laptop, leaving Oikawa talking to himself.

Iwaizumi huffs and curses, wearing blushy cheeks, pressing his forehead against yours. He stares at your red, swollen lips before tracing them carefully with his calloused fingers, worried.

“Was he right? Did I hurt you? Shit. Gonna be gentler next time, princess”

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Have I told you I hate weak y/n’s that get pushed around by fangirls? No? Well, I hate them 😊

Let’s have Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi, and Terushima react to their normally calm gf, beat the dog shit out of a fangirl that tried to intimidate her for dating said men above. Reader just has a soft smile before cocking her fist back and boxing her shit before holding up the fangirl and looking to the rest like “You wanna end up like her? No? Then know your place~ ☺️”. Then she faces her bf with a sweet smile and says something affectionate like “I brought you lunch, dear. I made it just how you like it 😄” before kissing his cheek like she didn’t go Muhammad Ali on a bitch

Oikawa Tooru<3

Oikawa’s had more than a few less than pleasant experiences with women

Considering he’s always been surrounded by them, from his sister's friends in middle school and being swarmed by them in High school and college- having women around him was nothing new

And for the most part, they were all pleasant

Giving him little gifts and food- that he always gave to you- and just telling him how much they loved watching him play

All things he can deal with before talking to his favorite girl, you

Though, there have been instances of some bold woman who just never get the hint

Whether it be drunkenness or some weird dream of having Oikawa to herself or just blatant disregard of his relationship

And right now just happens to be one of those times- but now you got a firsthand view of the madness.

Whoever this was clearly didn't understand relationships or personal space for that matter

She had a hand on his chest and was just blubbering about how she would be the best wife for him and would make life so much easier- much more than you do for him- and that was just what you saw from the ten seconds you were in earshot

He would normally laugh it offend continue seeking out autographs but he seemed to be locked in an iron maiden

“I promise! Forget about your girlfriend, she’s useless anyways!” and finally a perfect chance to make yourself known

“Tooru, I have your lun-” you attempted to grab him away, him shooting a pleading look to save him before your wrist was snatched from his arm and tugged away and shoved to the side then pushing your body away from the two

“Back off bitch!”

Now, you were normally a pretty calm person, you knew how to deal with the women and you have been for years.

But you stand by the fact that it was never ok to put your hands on someone- no matter the situation.

But at that moment, you could care less about your silly reparations and breathing methods, that lady put a hand on you and pushed you

You could hear Tooru telling her to keep her hands off you but you just looked around and made sure that everyone saw what had happened, you don't need to be arrested anytime soon

Grabber her arm you detached her from your boyfriends and in the next second your fist was connecting with her face, watching her wither on the floor you turn to your boyfriend who’s now coming towards you

“As I was saying, I have your lunch.”

Atsumu Miya<3

Another guy who’s constantly surrounded by women

Although he is far less appreciative and nice to them, and he makes it a point to be abundantly clear that you are the only woman he will spend the rest of his life with

Something that wasn't too popular with a few specific fans

Every blue moon someone will find his phone number and blow it up with loving messages or try and get his address

The worst it’s been was someone finding his apartment number and thankfully being too far away to come by themselves but they did send some inappropriate images to his PO box and that led him to create an even thinker line between fans and himself

Thankful, the whole of them understood and respected his boundaries

Buuuuut there are always people who go the extra step

Like whoever this is crowding your boyfriend after a win against the Alders with a giant poster of him and a …. Thong

If you were the slightest more stoic you would have held in the laugh that started it all but it seems crazy is crazy no matter how you provoke them

That lady heard you laugh and the flood gates opened, in a split second her hand was on your cheek then she was on the floor holding what you could hope was a broken jaw

You didn't even realize you punched her until a shooting pain went up your wrist

Though before you had a chance to return to your lovely boyfriend, who was standing in the same spot shell shocked (and slightly turned on) hand grabbed your ankle the flung you to the ground

It was, for lack of a better term, a catfight

She was hitting you and you were hitting her and she was screaming random shit about how awful you were to her precious Atsumu- seriously this lady was insane

Nevertheless, security arrived, and let’s just say that you were in much better condition than she was, who knew you could fight so well?

Though you weren't allowed to come to the next game and had to apologize to the heads of the Volleyball association, Tsumu was proud of you and the internet was on your side- so it was kind of a win-win

Akaashi Keiji<3

He surprisingly doesn't have a swarm of fangirls around him

But it’s much much worse, you’d rather have a mob of girls around him than the four specific psychos that never leave the poor guy alone

Everywhere in school at least one of them is watching the two of you, in class, at lunch- no matter where you try and eat- you swear you even saw one at the boba show you pass on your walk home with him

The worst part?

He thinks it’s funny.

It is hilarious to him that you try so hard to keep them away full knowing he would never leave you for the likes of them. It’s just too cute how you puff up your cheeks and huff about them and honestly, it's a breath of fresh air considering how much everyone kisses up to him

Well- he likes it when they are at a distance

On the off chance they get close to him, it's a different story. They truly are intolerable, and they away try bad-mouthing you to him like it was supposed to mean something that they don't like you

And they only ever do it when you’re away- cowards they truly are. And since they’re always watching, as soon as you left to buy the two of you lunch, one of them was on him in an instant

She was annoying and all she could say was ho you were a ‘poison’ in his life and he had to leave you as soon as possible

He didn't even realize you were there until a hand grabbed the back of her uniform and flung her off him. And from the looks of it, falling on the ground really hurt

“I’m a poison? That’s all you could come up with?”

You didn't even have to say another word, she was already out of sight

Not missing a beat, you handed him his lunch and started talking about the latest episode of the volleyball anime you loved.

Semi Eita<3

First off- a total power couple

Not only are you willing to beat a bitch, but he’s also ready to hype you up while you do it

It’s not confirmed you have, but there are rumors that you fought more than a few girls who were less than pleasant. And it’s not like you do anything for rumor control, you just laugh and turn the other way

Still, even with the rumor mill running rampant, some girls still try and shoot their shot

But this girl has to be the boldest woman on planet earth

Not only was she flirting with an openly taken man, but she was flirting with him as he held his arm around your waist. She even looked at you as she spoke to him, the audacity of people these days

“You like music? That’s crazy, I do too!” you wanted her to shut the fuck up as soon as possible.

What pissed you off more was that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was letting it happen to spite you.

What happened after this you blame solely on the alcohol the party was providing and not on the fact you wanted to clock this girl the moment you saw her

It was just that suddenly your drink was in her face

Then her drink was in her face, and she was running to the bathroom, maybe she should listen to rumors more often because you don't think strawberry daiquiri will come out of a white crop too so easily

Terushima Yuji<3

He’s an ass

But he’s your ass, somehow

He’s a manwhore and an attention-whore, mix that should have been shot before it could grow into something more

By now you're used to the girls slipping him their numbers and hitting him up on every social media site possible and you remain happy to say he doesn't respond- probably too busy dicking you down to care about any of them

Plus, less than 1% of them actually approach them in public, and they just happen to be the most insufferable people on the planet.

Desperation doesn't even describe it

Of that 1%, at least half of them try to touch him, running a hand on his arm, tugging at his clothes, maybe even a strand of his hair, all you can deal with because he knows what’ll happen if he even entertains their advances

But for some reason, the only thing that sets you off is when they mention the tongue piercing.

It invokes a rage unknown within you, the second the metal ball’s mentioned you see red. And he fucking loves it, you could be three prefectures over and the second the girl mentions it, you magically appear at his side like you’d been there the whole time

All of a sudden you’re all over him, disregarding this girls words as she tries to bring the conversation back to her, going as far as grabbing your shoulder, and since she touched you first- you had the green light

Your arm pulled back and your fist connected to her cheek

And like nothing ever happened you turned back to the blond

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delu-jean · 3 years

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𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞? (𝐏𝐭 𝟐)

(Akaashi x fem!/reader) -> Angst/Fluff? -> 3.2k

Synopsis: Akaashi is strolling through Tokyo, and on that day, meets a boy who looks all too familiar. One whose eyes remind him of you.

Part One: Is He Mine?

Part Three: Is Her Mine? (Part. 3)

Notes: Part two as promised! Maybe I’ll make a part three (haha >:)). Be sure to comment if you would liked to be tagged for the next part, and reblogs are always appreciated.

-> Also, for those tagged in this post, I’ll tag you in the next as well ^^

“Y/n...please tell me.”

“T-tell you what?” you asked nervously, as he felt just the same. Inhaling his breath, hoping he could keep calm.

“Is...is he mine?”

---

“Is he who’s?”

“Mine Y/n...is he mine?”

You stared at the gentleman. Though his question was reasonable (?), that was the first thing he was going to ask you?...after all of those years?...years of torment, resentment, and whatever else. Maybe you were overreacting, but yet again, you were a woman who stood by her morals. And that being the case, your instincts had said your reaction was as reasonable as his question.

Some part of you wanted to snap. To holler at Akaashi for asking such a ridiculous question, yet the other part...was scared. You felt anxious when thinking of a proper answer. Was Ryu his?.... If taken out of context, he could’ve been asking if Ryu belonged to him, and of course he didn’t. Ryu wasn’t an object that could be owned by merely anyone. He was his own person, and that being the case, wasn’t something that could’ve been held down. Yet even though you could’ve interpreted it that way, you knew what Akaashi really meant. Yet you didn’t exactly have an answer.

“Ryu?”

“Yeah...”

Akaashi seemed suspicious. He could tell you were hiding something, and even though very obvious, he didn’t want to assume. Hoping that you would confirm things so that you both could talk it out. Yet here you were, not giving him a response. He was confused to say the least, shouldn’t the answer have been easy? Ryu looked exactly like him, and plus, him not having a father was another takeaway. Using those facts should’ve given him enough confirmation.

But then again, maybe the answer wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been. What if Ryu wasn’t his?...what if Akaashi had made an assumption out of impulse, because of a lingering feeling he had. One of which you sparked for him to feel.

Maybe he was being delusional, and instead, was trying to make an excuse. An excuse to spend another minute, even a second with you there. Ryu was important to him as well. His or not, he respected that you had started a family, and was glad Ryu was a part of it. He adored Ryu, but he also admired you. Speaking of Ryu, the boy then clung onto you. He seemed confused about the interaction, and tried asking for clarification.

“His? *GASP* Am I Akaashi’s brother!? Momma, you never told me!” he smiled happily, ecstatic at the news.

“Eh-no dear, he’s not your brother,” you chuckled, for him to ask:

“Then what did he mean? What did you mean, Akaashi?” you then stared at Akaashi. You knew he was smart enough to play things through, and even so, you still panicked the slightest bit.

“I was wondering if you would be mine for the night, along with your mother. We could go grab dinner, or ice cream even,” you looked at him in shock as his eyes seemed determined. Needing an answer, and willing to get it in whatever scenario possible.

“But what about Kuroo?”

“Oh my, I forgot about that,” you then glanced at your watch.

“Kuroo?...but how-oh….” Akaashi then thought about how you and Kuroo were very close friends. So close that sometimes, he would even find you hanging out with Kuroo, over himself. Though it wasn’t because you liked him (in that way), rather, you were both very good friends. Akaashi let it be since you both had mutual trust, and Kuroo was someone he was also friends with. Besides, Akaashi also respected your personal life with others, and so did you for him.

They still talked till this day, and not once had Kuroo mentioned you having a child. But to be fair, Kuroo never mentioned you. That being because both you and Akaashi had broken up, and it would’ve been an uncomfortable topic. Still, Akaashi found it strange. If Kuroo knew, wouldn’t Bokuto have as well?...meaning that Akaashi would’ve known by now? His thoughts continued to trail as you looked at him in disbelief.

You did have plans with Kuroo, but then, you also had a couple hours until he’d come around. Even so, you didn’t want to spend that time with Akaashi. He was one of the last people you needed to talk to. The grudge which still stood in your heart, clenched with each second he stood there. The anger which he had gifted you, was something that was eager to return. As you had thought this, you then stared at your son. He seemed thrilled to be with such a man, as he gripped onto Akaashi’s hand in excitement, saying:

“Yay! We get to eat together!”

“We’re going to have so much fun!”

“Let’s try some bubble waffles!”

You then remembered that even if you had felt that, your son instead felt joy being with Akaashi. And that being the case, you didn’t have the right to take that happiness away. After all, Ryu was not yours either. He wasn’t someone you could drag away from events, just because you had conflicts with a person. Though there were times where doing so was appropriate, was now really such an event?...not even you could answer that. But even though you couldn’t, his smile which brightened the mood, had answered for you.

“Okay buddy, slow down. Fine, we can go with brother...Akaashi. We’ll meet Kuroo sometime later, just let me text him.”

“Okay mom! Akaashi, Up!” you then eyed the boy, for him to insist regardless.

“Please mom! He’s so tall, and I can see everything-”

“Ryu no-”

“Sure, what not?” Akaashi then grabbed the boy, placed him on his shoulders, and secured his legs with his hands. You then sighed. If Akaashi had agreed, what could you do? You then texted Kuroo, grabbing your bag firmly as Akaashi spoke:

“I know a place where we could grab ramen. If not, we could instead-”

“No, ramen is fine,” you said in a stoic tone.

“Okay...then let’s get going.”

---

The walk to the outdoor stand was awkward. Well...for you and Akaashi at least. The last time you two spoke, was the day he broke things off. He never reached out to you during that time, and now...here you both were. Expected to have a lengthy conversation, and to enjoy yourselves. Key word, “expected.” Though it would’ve been nice if you both could have talked care free, it wasn’t going to happen. That event occurred when both parties have mutually moved on. From Akaashi’s perspective, he still had lingering thoughts, yet kept them to the side. Going on with his life as he expected you did yours. Though he thought you had moved on, you had thought differently for different reasons.

Even though you both had your differences, Ryu was there. Entertaining the both of you separately. He complimented you one second, and played with Akaashi the next. You had never seen Akaashi so enthusiastic with a child before. Though he wasn’t going all crazy, and acting like a kid himself, he was being a lot more open. Talking back and forth with Ryu, giving nice remarks, and also rewarding him...with that beautiful smile he bestowed.

Even so, you tried to ignore it. Remembering that this entire ordeal was for Ryu, and not for your observations.

“We’re here. What do you want Ryu?”

“Hm, could I get the one with Tonkatsu? I’ve been craving it all day!”

“Haha, sure buddy. And...you, Y/n?”

“I’m not hungry, you guys go ahead,” Akaashi then sighed, obviously not believing you.

“We’ll get two Tonkatsu ramens, along with Fukuoka ramen.”

“Sure, that’ll be $18.35 please.”

“Debit-”

“Um...I can pay for both Ryu and I,” you said, as you tried scrambling for your wallet. Akaashi then tapped the machine, placing his hand on your own (the hand in your purse).

“It’s fine. Afterall, I already paid,” you shook your head, but let it go as Ryu pointed to a table.

“Come on! Let’s sit!”

---

“Akaashiii~!”

“What is Ryu?”

“How do you know mommy? Mommy would never talk to a stranger, so that means you both know each other.”

“Oh...well, um,” Ryu was truly a bright child. One who caught on a little too quickly. He really did remind you of his father. Quick witted, yet wise with his tongue. Being certain to use specific words or sentences, to ensure/secure his curiosities.

“Well...mommy and Akaashi were very good friends,” you replied.

“Ahhh. So if that’s the case, why have I never met him before?”

“Well you see-”

“It’s because I live further away from you guys,” Akaashi answered.

“But so does Kuroo,” Akaashi then pondered, and placed his hands together.

“Hm, I guess you’re right. Well, maybe your mother has an answer,” the two black haired boys, then stared at you. Both were awaiting for an answer, and yet both had different intentions. One wondering out of pure curiosity, while the other...was waiting for an explanation. One which could clear up any, if not every misconception.

“Well sweetie, sometimes good friends have to part ways. Everyone has their reasons, but most of the time…” you then looked at Akaashi.

“It’s because it’s for the better,” his gaze was locked onto yours. The stare was unreadable. It didn’t feel tense, yet it was. Was it cold, hurtful?...you wouldn’t have known. But what you did know was that Akaashi was good, too good at hiding his thoughts. So good that when together, he would let things slip without reaction. Sometimes that was a great thing...and others...not so much.

“Why would it be a good thing? You both were best friends!” you then placed a hand on his head, patting it gently.

“Well...friends have to grow up. That doesn’t mean you can’t see them again, but, what it does mean is that you’ll have some time...alone. And that time...is used for you to grow.”

“Ahh, I see mom! Is that why we don’t see Kuroo often?”

“Haha, no sweetie. That’s actually because we live further away. If Kuroo lived in our city-”

“He would be living with us, right?”

“Hm...I guess so,” Akaashi then looked in the other direction. There was no tint of emotion, just...silence.

“Akaashiiii, the ramen is here!”

“Oh, is it Ryu?”

“Yeah, it is!” your bowls were then slid over. Ryu stared at Akaashi’s hands, and at first, Akaashi wasn’t sure as to why. Ryu didn’t touch his food, and at first, he was worried that the boy didn’t like it, but then noticed he was holding a pair of scissors. Pointing them towards the gentleman. Though confused, he then caught onto Ryu’s gesture.

“Dear I can-” before you could finish your sentence, Akaashi started to cut his noodles. Making them bit size for the boy. It seemed like second hand nature, yet something new to him. Though, you would’ve felt more comfortable doing it yourself, you weren’t complaining as the job was now done.

“Thanks Akaashi!”

“No problem Ryu. Now, let’s eat.”

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You all then finished your ramen. Though you had said you weren’t hungry, you couldn’t help but eat it. After all of those years, Tonkatsu ramen was still your favourite, and Akaashi still knew. He was glad that he remembered the littlest of details. Ones which may have been overlooked. Ones he made sure to be attentive to. Not only that, but he was glad Ryu had enjoyed the meal as well. He truly was your son as he had the same tastes as you. Akaashi found it quite cute, and found it even more adorable as he ran out of the restaurant, shouting:

“Mom, Akaashi! I want to play at the park!”

“Hm...it’s a little late buddy,” Akaashi said, for you to respond:

“It should be fine. We’ll be over here watching Ryu. No funny business young man!”

“Okay mommy!” the young boy then climbed the slide, as Akaashi sat on the bench. Patting on it, indicating that you sat beside him. And so...you did. Your legs together, hands as well, as your head looked down. He then sighed, asking:

“Do you feel uncomfortable? I can move if-”

“No...it’s fine. We’ll be leaving soon, so no need to worry.”

“Is Kuroo picking you up?” you then nod as he did the same.

“I see...so...how have you been?”

“Oh...um...I’ve been okay. I’ve done better, but...yeah.”

“Hm, I see,” you really didn’t want to be in this situation. Maybe for him, it seemed civil, but to you...it was awkward. Neither of you knew what to say, and neither did you try to hide it (successfully at least). Akaashi then twitteled with his thumbs. A rare sight you would see every once in a while. Akaashi was a well spoken person, and usually had something to say in a well mannered way. But when he didn’t, or didn’t know what to say, he would play with his thumbs. Hoping that something would spring to mind.

“You must be having fun.”

“Fun doing what?” he looked at you.

“Playing with your thumbs,” you smirked, for him to put his hands away.

“Not really.”

“Hm...so...what have you been up to?” you asked, curious and yet not wanting to know.

“Nothing much...just work and well, Bokuto and I still hang out from time to time.”

“Ahh, really? I’m glad. You both were the bestest of friends.”

“And still are,” he smiled, while watching Ryu climb the monkey bars.

“Hm, you have a girlfriend yet?” he then paused for a moment, for him to answer:

“No...not yet. I haven’t found anyone interesting.”

“Ah, that’s unfortunate.”

Was it really?...you wouldn’t know how to think after today. If you hadn’t met Akaashi here...you would’ve thought otherwise. Glad that he hadn't found someone else, for his actions sickened you. Such a gentleman, yet someone so cruel. You would feel awful if he had grasped someone, just as tightly as he did to you. Sprinkling you with such intoxicating, yet graceful pleas, and yet he left you there to rot in such doing. Such a passionate man, yet that same person could find passion in such coldness.

For the past years, you had found him to be utterly despicable. After that one event...you couldn’t help but think that. But even so, after seeing him with Ryu today...you couldn’t help but melt. The two were so sweet together, and even though you hated to admit, had a spectacular relationship within just hours. They really acted as the best of friends, and Akaashi seemed to enjoy it. Not only that...but his smile...it was one which was truly admirable.

You then stared at Akaashi, while he watched Ryu. He really hadn’t changed. He was calm, quiet, and reserved. His posture was on parr with the rest of his body. His hair was styled more neatly, and actually, it had grown a bit, along with his height. His figure, a lot larger than what it was in university, and his cologne smelled of lavender, along with a hint of pepper. It was a strange combination, but it worked. He really had grown up to be even more attractive. And that being the case, it surprised you that he didn’t have a partner. Said attractiveness, along with the kindness of his nature...had drawn you in, and yet dragged you out. Leaving you in a confused, and undecided state of mind.

He then took note of your stare, and grinned. Secretly glad that your attention had averted towards him, yet, he was trying to be subtle. You truly looked astonishing tonight. Even after a couple of years, you still looked the same. That same highschooler who he had fallen in love with, the one who had constantly supported both him, and Fukurodani. The only person who truly understood such a stoic man. That same girl he would forever hold a place in his heart for. Although, now you weren’t just a sweet girl, but now, a beautiful lady instead.

Deep down, he would’ve wished for a space to open. Allowing such a lady to make way into his heart. Hoping said lady, would do the same. And maybe, just maybe...a prince could join you both as well. Making his thoughts come true in the utmost blessed way.

He made sure you didn’t catch onto his stare, the one which he had latched onto you. His attempts were taken very seriously, as he didn’t want to make things too obvious. Unfortunately, you did catch him in the act, and turned away, embarrassed.

“Hm,” he smirked, as you fished for your phone.

Kuroo ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

-> ‘Are you still coming?’

-> ‘Of course. Sorry, traffic delays. I should be there in ten.’

-> ‘Okay...see you soon’

You were about to turn of your phone, to then see Kuroo text:

-> ‘Also...don’t worry too much. You can do this Y/n, good luck, and I’ll be there soon.’

You then smiled, and Akaashi took note, thinking:

‘She’s probably talking to her…ah...’ he sighed at the thought, to then ask:

“Are you talking to your husband?...you seem happy,” he smiled. Even though smiling was a happy gesture, he couldn’t help but make it the opposite. Making his grin, feel ever so agonizing.

“Ah...well...that was Kuroo,” Akaashi then batted a brow, surprised to say the least. He’d only seen that look on you when you were vulnerable. Whether you were scared, or secretly happy. Regardless, that was only around him...not even Kuroo had seen such a stare. But now that he saw you in such a state, it made him question if you, and Kuroo were in a relationship. That being the reason why he never brought it up, and vice versa.

“Oh...I see. So that means,” Akaashi then started to think. Yes, the younger child looked like him, but then, there was also resemblance between both Ryu, and Kuroo. They both had black hair, Ryu had a peckish, yet sweet smile (like Kuroo...minus the sweet-), and the bits of information fit logically. If you and Kuroo had Ryu, it would’ve made sense.

Both childhood friends who had grown together, to then realize what they wanted after he...had left you. Starting a family, and being with each other?.... Ryu looked like he could’ve been Kuroo's, or anyone for that matter. But even if Akaashi would have liked to think that way, the connection was too uncanny to deny.

Even so, Akaashi was still suspicious. Wondering as to why Ryu would be so reluctant towards his father. Why he would call “Kuroo,” well…”Kuroo,” and just as to why you both lived so far away. Maybe you both had a situation?...but then again, wasn’t Kuroo on his way to pick you up? Akaashi was confused, and felt like he was over-thinking things. Maybe Ryu wasn’t his...and Akaashi was instead looking for something...that wasn’t there...nor his to compensate.

“That means what?...” he then locked his eyes, with yours. Though he was someone who was hard to read, you could tell how desperate he was. His stare, piercing right at you, hoping he could get an answer.

“Y/n...could you please tell me...if he’s...mine?” you then saw the sorrowful expression, which struck him. The guilt which seeped in, had dug even further. Not sure how to tell him, nor how to phrase things. Your hands clenched, inhaling slowed, as your body trembled. He seemed just as scared for your response, to then hear:

“He’s-”

“He’s mine, Akaashi...Ryu is mine,” Kuroo said, for silence to then fill.

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sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

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𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔞 (𝔪)

(n.) the overwhelming desire to kiss

Classmate!Bokuto x reader | 04/09

Warnings: thigh-riding, riding, muscle kink, mirror sex, size kink

Word count: 3.5k

part 5/12 of aphrodisia series

it’s in the reflection of the large full-length mirror leaning against the wall opposite your bed that you notice bokuto isn’t writing notes in his textbook but is actually flexing his bicep. he freezes when his round, gold eyes meet your narrowed slits, a cheeky grin stretching across his face as he flexes his arm once more. you swallow, ignoring the way his muscles and veins ripple, instead sighing as you rub at your forehead and twist towards him.

“how do you like my muscles, y/n?” you try to remain stoic at the way he’s leering at you.

“do you even know what muscles they are? or any of the bones?” it’s your turn to smile when a blush tinges his cheeks, making you chuckle as you push the textbook towards him. “come on, i’m trying to help you pass.”

bokuto pouts childishly at the open textbook, staring down at the coloured diagrams of male anatomy, red sketched muscles labelled alongside the green bones.

“who says i need help passing? i can pass a simple anatomy quiz.” you almost want to laugh but it’s not like bokuto’s scoffing laugh- you want to cry from the utter pain of his situation.

“the twenty-five percent mark on your last quiz says you need help, kou.” your remark makes him scowl, a deeper blush appearing on his cheeks and his long tufts of hair wilting slightly.

“you don’t need to say that, y/n!” he cries with a heavy huff, pulling down on the skin of his left eye with his pink tongue sticking out as you roll your eyes in response.

“do you want me to help you study or not?” you exhale at his cheeky grin as he raises a brow suggestively.

“you can help me with other things too.” he swallows at the fiery daggers you shoot at him, raising his large, veiny hands in defence. “okay, okay, let’s study. but y/n…” irritation trickles into your hot veins as you flare your nostrils as bokuto whines your name pleadingly. “i can’t study like this! i’m an- what’s it called- anaesthetic learner?”

“do you mean kinesthetic?” bokuto pretends to ignore your words, shifting closer to you as he pushes the textbook aside.

“that means i can’t learn like this! and if you’re going to be a good tutor, shouldn’t you adapt to my learning style? or else what am i paying you for?”

“you mean what akaashi-san pays me for.” you sigh, leaning back against the frame of your bed.

but bokuto strangely enough had a point. no matter how many times you tried to just simply explain things to him or asked him to read over powerpoints, the information just never seemed to sink in. but what he was asking of you now...you slowly glanced over at bokuto, watching him absent-mindedly doodle over the corner of his notebook. he really didn’t enjoy studying like this but to teach him through an active process of /touch/? you swallow as your eyes rake over his body, taking in his muscular arms, his broad shoulders and chest that his t-shirt clings to, revealing every curve of his sculpted body and his thighs. the heat rises to your cheeks at the sight of his bulky thigh bulging from his shorts, the ridges and curves of his muscles all revealed. how good would they feel pressed against…

“y/n, like what you see?” you scoff, ignoring the way butterflies churn in your stomach.

“don’t get a big head. but fine,” you exhale vehemently. “let me try teaching you another way.” bokuto smiles, sitting up expectantly as he tosses the notebook carelessly to the side. “i’m going to teach you the muscles first on your own body so hopefully it’ll come back to you in an exam.” he nods, listening diligently with his honey eyes locked onto you, making your heart pound a little faster as you shuffle closer to him.

his body really is beautiful and up close you can see everything about bokuto that you don’t usually see sitting beside him in a lecture hall. you can see the light little freckles across his nose that usually aren’t visible and how long the lashes lining his golden orbs are and the curves of his pink lips, watching the saliva glisten off them when he darts out his tongue to lick at them. you almost choke, eyes widening as you suddenly become aware of bokuto intensely staring at you, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement.

“are you going to start any time soon, y/n? or were you going to keep-”

“right, this is your bicep.” you say loudly, ignoring the way your cheek burns. your heart pounds so heavily against your chest, blood rushing in your ears as you reach out a trembling hand towards his arm. bokuto looks so entertained, cocking his head to the side as you curse yourself- and him- internally. it was just his stupid body; you had enough times of tapping his arm or shoulder to wake him up when he was dozing off in class so why couldn’t you just do it again now?

you swallow as your fingertips graze his skin, his smooth muscle so warm as you trace your fingers over it. “this is your tricep. say it after me, kou.”

“bicep. tricep.” you swallow, glancing away from the way your fingertips slide down the underside of his arm to meet his bulging tricep. a heavy stillness hangs in the room, the only sound seeming to be some heavy panting but you’re unsure if it’s from you or bokuto- after all, you can’t seem to meet his eyes.

“this is the...pectoralis major.” you swallow hard as your fingertips come to graze bokuto’s chest and you cringe inwardly at the way he tenses. your face is heating up horribly just by your fingertips lingering on his chiselled muscles, making irritation flicker in you. he’s wearing clothes, for god’s sake! you’re merely being a good tutor, nothing else so why are you so flustered?!

“do you like my pectoralis major, y/n?” bokuto smirks. your eyes widen, pulling you out of your cringing thoughts as you quickly remove your hand.

“what?” he chuckles.

“you’re so flustered and you’re barely even touching me.” he teases, lifting his hand to rest the back of his cold fingers against your cheek. “see, you’re so hot and bothered and we’re not even doing anything.” you scowl, swatting his hand away and ready to bite back a remark but you’re suddenly distracted when bokuto starts to lift his t-shirt.

“what are you doing?!”

“trying to see how flustered i can make our resident prude y/n.” he cackles, making you splutter as he tugs his t-shirt off. you’re speechless, wanting to shout back that you’re not some innocent, sheepish prude but you can’t, not when bokuto’s bare chest and abs look so beautiful. he looks amazing with his muscles rippling all over his entire sculpted body that you cannot imagine anything except what it’d be like to be underneath him, raking your nails through his muscular back.

“see,” bokuto continues to jeer. “you can’t even talk right now, that’s how flustered you are! you’re such a-” he falls silent the moment your hands come into contact with his shoulders, pushing him back on the floor onto his forearms. his gold eyes round as you straddle over him, your nails digging into his broad shoulders to elicit a wincing whine that makes your core clench. a smirk stretches across your face with the way bokuto’s staring at you, his mouth hanging open mid-sentence and redness flooding his face.

“well, well,” you whisper as you lean towards his face, your hot breath ghosting over his jaw as you edged towards his ear. “who’s flustered now?” you can hear him gulp, making you smile more but you’re too far gone now, the initial embarrassment washed away by sheer boldness and the feeling of power to turn the tables, to reduce bokuto to a stuttering mess. you only go further, licking at his ear lobe before pressing soft kisses against his jaw, making him shudder underneath you. he moaned softly at the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut as you continued to pepper his jawline and neck with gentle, lingering kisses.

“look at me.” bokuto looks up, blinking slowly like he’s dreaming. he swallows, his voice cracking when he speaks.

“y-yeah?” you chuckle, slowly moving your hands from his shoulders to the hem of your top, making sure his rounded eyes followed your movement carefully. your heart was hammering but you loved this anyway, your core clenching as you witness him take a sharp intake of breath as he watched you slowly lift your top. the cold air meets your body with tingling sensation, your nipples beginning to pebble as you toss your top away, bokuto breaking the tensed silence with choked splutters. “y/n! what are you doing?”

“you thought i was a prude, huh?” you question as you shift off his waist. he shakes his head quickly.

“no! come on, y/n- show me you’re not a prude! please?” he looks hopeful when you pull down your shorts, arousal overtaking you. he gasps at the sight of you revealing your bare cunt to him, his eyes glued to your dampening folds but it’s only momentary before you’re straddling his thigh, the two of you moaning at the feeling of your bare cunt pressing against his tensed thigh. “wait, aren’t you going to touch me?” he whines and it’s then that your eyes fall on the outline of his cock straining against his grey shorts; he’s painfully hard, the thought making you smile gleefully.

“oh, of course not.” you roll your hips, pressing your wet cunt against bokuto’s hard thigh. pleasure shoots through you, making you moan loudly as you grasp his shoulders, aware of your pretty tits hanging directly before his face. “and you can’t touch me either?” you don’t care that bokuto scoffs, mouth falling open with shock as you continue to roll your hips against his thigh, little gasps and pants falling from your lips.

“what? why can’t i- ow!” he winces when you slap away his outstretched hand, a thrill shooting through you at the look of his pout before you bring to your fingers to gently grasp his chin, tilting his face to look at you.

“if you manage to keep your hands off me till i cum, i’ll let fuck you my tight, wet cunt.”

your words make bokuto jolt and he presses his palms to the floor, keeping himself sat up as you giggle. your moans get louder as you grind your hips faster, the sweet, euphoric pleasure running through you as your cunt drags along his thigh. the ridges of his muscles feel so good pressed against your swollen clit and puffy folds, it draws out such pretty moans and you’re dripping all over his leg, his skin glistening as he hisses. you know it must feel so good for him, to feel your wet cunny pressed against his tensed thigh.

“y/n…” bokuto whines so needily but you drown him out with all your pretty moans, your eyes locked with his. you can feel your core clench at observing his orbs, darkened with such lustful desperation, dragging down to your bouncing chest and your pretty pussy that ruts against his thigh so wantonly.

“fuck, do you like me using you like this, koutarou?” you tease, tracing your finger along the column of his neck and collarbone to feel him shiver. bokuto nods, swallowing and eyes fixated on you. you can see his nails scraping into the floor with utter need and it only fuels the fire in you more.

bokuto’s whines are as loud as your moans when you start humping his thigh, your tits bouncing as you pant and whimper, the pleasure so much fierier with the pressure against your sopping pussy.

“kou- koutarou!” bokuto looks so hungry, so needy when you slide your hands up to grope your tits, massaging them and rolling your swollen buds between your fingertips to make yourself moan louder with the pleasure, back arching. the coil in your stomach feels so much tighter as you rut against bokuto’s thigh so needily, drinking in the way he’s staring at you, his cock twitching against the tight restraints of fabric and his bottom lip clenched between his teeth. “i’m going to cum, koutarou!”

the coil snaps and you’re cumming, the hot waves of ecstasy running through your veins as you cum all over bokuto’s thigh, grinding yourself against him through your high so messily with strings of moans rolling from you. you love that bokuto’s watching you so hungrily, whimpering with lust and his teeth biting down so hard on his bottom lip, beads of red blood appear and his knuckles are white from how tightly he’s clenching his fist.

“fuck, you look so hot” he suddenly cries, bucking his hips up desperately as you pant heavily, dizzy with the aftermath of your climax. “fuck, please, y/n, let me touch you- want to fuck you so bad-” you silence him by roughly grabbing him by his hair, gripping his long strands tight as you smash your lips against his, letting him moan into your mouth wantonly. his hands grip your hips, running along your sides before they grope your tits, the coarse skin of his fingers rubbing at your nipples to make you sigh into his mouth.

“go on, kou.” you murmur against his lips, eliciting something between a whine and a wince as you tug at his hair. “fuck me then.”

bokuto is rough, his strength underestimated as he pulls you off his thigh, a moan escaping you at his bruising grip. his leg is so sinfully wet with your release, your cum glistening in the light but it doesn’t bother bokuto as he yanks down his shorts, releasing his painfully hard cock. you can’t help your mouth watering at the sight of his cock slapping against his chiselled stomach when he looks so fucking good. the head of his cock is flushed with his arousal, veins prominent along his long, thick length- you’re almost certain your hand wouldn’t fit around it and despite the slick that runs down your thighs, you’re sure the stretch will burn. but in the moment your head is clouded with lust as all you can think of is how fucking hot bokuto looks, his head thrown back and chest heavily as he releases loud, deep moans, the muscles and veins of his arms rippling as he fists his cock.

“i’m going to fuck you so good.” bokuto growls, grinning in a way that makes your spine run cold and your wetness soak you even more. “you’re gonna be screaming my name so loud your neighbours will know my name.” you gasp when he moves to you quickly, gripping your hair to push you forward on your hands and knees. you moan as you look up, met with your own reflection. you look so fucked out, pupils blown wide with lust and your lips red and swollen, skin glistening with sweat.

“make me cum all over your cock, please, kou.” you whine and bokuto grins, leering at you in the reflection of the mirror as he slides the head of cock through your sensitive folds, causing you to twitch as you release a loud sigh.

“oh trust me, i will- fuck, you look so good.” he gropes your ass, squeezing at the fat which makes you giggle as you cannot resist the urge to tease him.

“kou, do you know what the muscle’s called?” bokuto hisses, gritting his teeth as he protrudes his cock through your folds, your amusement vanishing as you gasp, clawing at the carpet at the burn of the stretch.

“gluten.” he chuckles but you can’t even laugh, not when he’s splitting you apart on his thick cock. your walls cling to his length, every vein and ridge of his cock pressing against your wet, sensitive walls. it burns and you’re being overloaded with stimulation, one of his hands snaking between your legs to rub at your clit as he pushes himself deeper into you whilst you can only moan so pathetically.

“fuck, look at your tight, little hole struggling to take my cock.” bokuto laughs, making you whine as your mind is so clouded by that haze of pleasure you don’t even realise you’re convulsing around him, little cries escaping you. “fuck, are you coming already?” he’s just bottomed out, his hips snapping flush against your ass you moan out loudly, arms and legs quivering as he holds you up by your hips, watching the way your puffy pussy spasms around his length, creaming all over him once again. you look so sinful in the mirror, your body twitching and mouth hanging wide open for moans to spill from.

“so-so big, you’re so big!”

your pants make bokuto’s face split into a grin, his ego rising when he suddenly starts to fuck your sensitive cunt. you shriek loudly at the sudden pleasure and pain filling you with each thrust he delivers, his grunts as loud as your almost-sobbing cries. you’re watching the way you moan, the way he hisses, your tits bouncing with with each harsh slam into your sopping cunt. the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room but bokuto is lost in pleasure, his eyes glazed as he holds your hips with a bruising grip.

“fuck, you’re so tight- your pussy feels so good!” he groans, rutting into you deeper as you choke, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix. you feel so full, so stretched out on his cock with the waves of pleasure rushing through you making your mind feel hazy and your ears pound, hot sweat coating over you. “you’re squeezing me so tight.”

“koutarou, you make me feel so good! fucking me so good! please me cum, i want to cum! please!” you’re babbling with how good bokuto fucks you, watching his hips snap against your ass hard and fast in the mirror, your face unrecognisable with tears streaming down your cheeks and drool spilling so messily that bokuto just feels so proud of himself. flustered y/n now babbling and crying over how good his cock feels fucking her needy, sopping cunt.

“fuck, i’ll make you cum. i’ll make you cum so well over my big cock, yeah?” bokuto grips your hair at the roots, pulling you off with a hiss escaping you as you’re pressed flush against his chest. it’s so hot, the clear view of your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust, his thick cock easily visible glistening with your slick every time he fucks in and out of your cunt. he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, eyes locked with yours in the mirror. his hand wraps around your throat to squeeze slightly at your sides, moans escaping you both when you clench around him tighter. “look at that, y/n, look at me filling you up with my cock.” you watch in the reflection his other hand comes to press against your stomach, sighing as he feels the bulge of his length at the bottom of your stomach, pressing against your skin as you cry out from pleasure.

“you’re so big, kou- fuck, i’m going to cum!”

you tighten around bokuto, making it harder for him to thrust into you with the way your walls grip to him. moans fall from you, your eyes clenching shut and body shaking in his hold as all you can do is rub at your clit, pushing yourself neareer to your release. he ruts into you fast and hard, cock thrusting against your sweet spot. “fuck, koutarou!” you practically scream his name as you convulse around him, soaking him with your wetness which only makes him wilder, watching the way your cum drips down your thighs. bokuto growls, slamming his cock into you as you cry out from the sensitivity, just focused on pushing himself closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. it isn’t hard when your wet walls cling to him that his cock twitches and he cums, releasing into your sopping cunt and fucking it deep inside you, your name rolling off his tongue.

bokuto pants as he slumps back against your bed frame, carefully holding you in his arms as you rest your head on his chest, his large cock still buried deep into your full pussy. you’re coming down from your high, the worries of fucking your own friend and classmate flooding your mind but it’s quelled when bokuto gently kisses the crown of your forehead, his hands gently rubbing your sides.

“i like these study sessions, y/n. we should do them more.” you let out a laugh, body still feeling light from the euphoric high of your orgasms.

“we barely even studied, kou.” he smiles down at you cheekily, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“who says we’re studying the next time too?” maybe being bokuto’s tutor wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!!)

feat. Bokuto Koutaro

Previously: Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. Kita Shinsuke. Kuroo Tetsuro. Tsukkishima Kei

Masterlist link here

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Wordcount: 4.1k

Genre / Pairings: Fluff, Angst, Hogwarts AU, Bokuto / Reader

Summary: Tutoring Bokuto Kotaro in Charms seems like a waste of your time. But then you get to know the Hufflepuff seeker, and start looking forward to your tutoring sessions with him.

A/N: Comments as always, are much welcomed. Feel free to shout at me anytime!

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“I’m Bokuto!”

You stare coldly at the large hand shoved into your face. “Yes, I know. And so?” You arch an eyebrow and let your question linger awkwardly in the air. Surprisingly, even that fails to dampen the brightness of the grin on his face, despite the fact that any other student would have turned tail and run at being on the receiving end of the resident Ice Queen of Slytherin’s glares.

Your Charms professor coughs into his hand. “Ah. Yes. Bokuto requires some tutoring assistance, and I thought you’d be the right person to help out.”

You open your mouth in protest, but clamps it shut at the look of warning the professor shoots at you. It’s your bad luck you got caught sneaking books out of the restricted section of the library, it wasn’t as if the books you had your eye on contained dark magic in any case, they just contained spells deemed too dangerous for idiots like the one standing before you to even attempt. And instead of detention for a month, your Charms Professor who’s always had a soft spot for you suggested you divert your free time to tutoring struggling students instead.

“Fine”, you snap before turning to the boy. “You better not be as bad as Ushijima - Merlin only knows he was as dumb as a bag of bricks”.

Bokuto agrees to meet you every Tuesday in an unused classroom for Charms tutoring. You do not care that he seems to wilt ever so slightly at the insults you lob at his Hufflepuff teammate - you have no time to suffer fools, after all.

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Unfortunately, while Bokuto doesn’t take everything as literally as Ushijima (it was a problem you faced when you tutored the stone faced boy, especially for a subject requiring as much personal flair as Charms), he struggles with the precise motions and pronunciation needed for Charm incantations, and you’re losing your patience with him after he messes up Aguamenti for the tenth time today.

“You need to move your wand like a wave of water before pointing it sharply - like you’re shooting a jet of water into a glass”, you repeat yourself in exasperation.

He tries his best, waving his wand exaggeratedly but forgets the emphasis on the second syllable, so his wand remains completely dry.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes. “Look - it’s really not that hard. If you remembered all the notes I gave you about this charm, you’d have gotten it by now. Merlin - what’s wrong with you dumb Quidditch Players?”

“It’s not that easy to remember everything when you keep calling me dumb all the time”, Bokuto mutters, resentment colouring his tone.

Your shock that Bokuto - the human embodiment of a sunbeam, seems to have abandoned his usual cheerfulness for an uncharacteristically stormy expression, quickly morphs into annoyance that he has the temerity to get short with you considering you’re the one that’s been forced to give up her Tuesday evenings in an attempt to get him to pass his Charms exams.

“That’s because you ARE dumb”, you retort coolly. “Try casting the charm again”.

He shocks you again by gathering his things and walking out of the classroom.

“Where are you going?”, you call after him, confused. Even Ushijima put up with your insults and snide remarks for an entire term, but Bokuto doesn’t even look back.

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Bokuto doesn’t turn up next week either despite struggling in class with the very charm you spent hours trying to hammer into his head. Nor the week after that. Midterms come and go, and you overhear from a group of his twittering fangirls in the bathroom that his spot on the Quidditch team is on the line after failing his Charms exam as expected.

Guilt gnaws at you. Strange, since you assumed your heart is practically a block of ice by now.

You spend days trying to corner him to no avail. You always knew he had plenty of friends, but you didn’t realise how popular he actually was. He’s constantly surrounded by his teammates - or even other Quidditch players like Kuroo from Slytherin, or Hinata from Gryffindor, and his childhood best friend Akaashi follows him like a shadow despite being from Ravenclaw, not Hufflepuff.

So you bide your time and wait until he finishes Quidditch practice, whispering from the shadows “Diffindo” to sever the straps of his bag. Your plan works - Bokuto cheerfully waves his teammates to go on without him, and the horde of hungry Hufflepuff Quidditch players head off to the Great Hall for dinner.

“Why haven’t you come back for tutoring sessions?” You try to sharpen your question into an accusation, but your guilt makes you falter midway and you just sound bewildered instead.

Your bewilderment is mirrored in Bokuto’s eyes. “Huh?” he frowns. “I thought you didn’t want to tutor me in the first place, so I asked my friends to help me out instead.”

You snort, tapping your foot. “Akaashi’s a year below, so I doubt he’s much help, and Kuroo’s much better at potions than at charms. And I hear you’re going to get kicked off the team if you don’t pull up your Charms grades in the remedial exams before Christmas.”

The furrow between his brows deepens. “Why do you care if I’m failing my exams?”

You’re not accustomed to dealing with someone so straightforward and genuine and innocent. You’re used to conniving serpents like Oikawa and Daishou who would have no hesitation hiding daggers in their sleeves just to get ahead, so the fact that his question is honest floods your belly with guilt.

“Because I feel bad for calling you dumb.” You decide to honour his honesty with a straight answer. “Do you still want me to tutor you if I promise to be nice?”

Any shadow of lingering guilt is chased away by the sheer sunniness of his smile.

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The ice in your heart starts to thaw in the face of his exuberance and friendliness.

“You’re much nicer than people say you are”, he tells you one day with blunt honesty. “Why don’t you have more friends?”

You shrug, accustomed to the title that your peers have chosen to label you with. The Ice Queen of Slytherin, your housemates whisper behind your back after you slash Miya Atsumu’s robes in your second year, leaving him standing in nothing but his underwear after he pulled your bra strap on a dare.

Your mother and older sisters taught you self-defense charms even before you entered Hogwarts, and you have no qualms about using them, even against one of the most popular boys in your house. But it proves to be a miscalculation - one that leaves you with few friends other than those who’ve known you since your childhood.

“I don’t need friends”, you say, words frigid.

He grins at you, undeterred. “I’ll be your friend!” He declares, leaning forward, balancing his chair precariously on two legs.

“I’d be happier if you pass your exam”, you tell him dismissively, though there’s an amused curl at the corner of your lips.

True to his word, Bokuto drags Akaashi over to the Slytherin table during dinner the very next day. You startle as he plops into the empty seat across you, Akaashi giving you a slight nod of acknowledgement that’s also tinged with an unspoken ‘sorry you have to put up with my overly excitable best friend these days’ that you snort at.

Kuroo rounds up the trio, and between his and Bokuto’s bickering over who’s getting the best pickings from the meat dishes on the table, and Akaashi’s admonishments not to cause a ruckus that fall on deaf ears, you’re so entertained that you laugh aloud, though you wince internally when half the Slytherin table snaps their heads around to stare at you, dumbfounded.

Miya Osamu actually looks up from his katsudon to elbow his brother. Miya Atsumu chokes on his food.

You assume it was just a one-off event, Bokuto just trying to repay you with his kindness, but to your surprise, he’s back at least twice a week, and soon your lonely corner at the Slytherin table turns into the most boisterous ones. His very presence draws the most random assortment of people into his sphere - soon you’re joined by Tsukkishima, the quiet, stone faced Ravenclaw, Hinata, Bokuto’s self appointed protege and burgeoning sun in his own right, Sawamura, the stoic, steady Hufflepuff Keeper, on top of the usual suspects like Kuroo and Akaashi.

Not everyone is as amused by this turn of events.

“What’s he doing at our table?”

“I heard he’s being tutored by the Ice Queen herself - maybe that’s why he’s here.”

“That makes sense. Heard he’s really dumb.”

You stiffen as you hear your classmates snigger. Bokuto wilts, even the ridiculous mop of hair on his head starts to droop. Kuroo and Akaashi wear twin expressions of murderous intent on their face and both start to rise, insults on their tongues when you whip out your wand, freezing your offending classmate’s lips to his glass.

“Call him dumb one more time and I’ll freeze your balls to the bench”, you smile sweetly, poison in your words.

Kuroo guffaws as you turn back to your conversation with them with a saccharine “now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” Akaashi snorts into his hands.

Bokuto looks at you as if you’ve handed him the latest firebolt model on a gilded plate. You refuse to meet his eyes for the rest of the night.

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You find that he responds far better to praise than negative reinforcement, bouncing around the classroom with such childlike enthusiasm whenever he succeeds in casting another new charm that it makes your lips tilt upwards. The combination of his Hufflepuff diligence and your renewed patience makes his performance in charms skyrocket, and soon, he’s improved enough for you to teach him the more fiddly, advanced charms.

‘You have to flick your wrist lightly’, you tell him for the fifth time this evening. Ascendio is a difficult charm to master, even by your own standards, your own wrist already sore from the various rounds of demonstration.

He tries to mirror your action. It doesn’t work.

‘Um.’ You rack your brains, thinking of something, anything that might help.

Ah.

‘You’ve got to move your whole arm like it’s the wing of a snitch. You know – keep the arm and wrist action light, like the flutter of wings.’

He furls his brow, trying to mirror your action again. It doesn’t work. This time, he pouts.

Impatient, you grab his hand. ‘Look!’ You slap at his arm to get him to loosen up – seriously, what do they feed these quidditch players, taut muscles tensing beneath your fingers as you try to puppet his arm into an approximation of the wrist movement. He gazes down at you with wide eyes as you press your form against him.

‘I’ll show it to you again. Ascendio’, you call, and with a sharp flick of your wrist, your feet lift off the ground, your skirt fluttering in the air. Then with a smooth swish of your wand, you descend to the ground, cocking your head to your student. ‘Come on, Bokuto, you’ve got to master it by the end of the night.’

He tries again and again to no avail. Charms is a far more creative branch of magic than transfiguration or even potions – and what works for one might not work for another. You recalibrate, trying to relate what you’re teaching to his true love - Quidditch.

‘Maybe you could imitate the movement of a snitch about to take off once the whistle blows?’

‘A snitch?’ he laughs boisterously at your suggestion. ‘I could do that.’

He screws up his eyes tightly, his entire body falling still before he raises his arm. With a flick and swish, a hooted “Ascendio”, Bokuto floats up into the air.

“I did it!” He pumps his fists in the air, grinning down at you. Then with a smooth finite incantatem, he descends back to the grimy classroom floor.

“Well done!” You laugh aloud, clapping your hands, so drunk with elation at his success that you don’t notice the sudden softness in his golden eyes.

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“Waiting for Bokuto-san?” Akaashi asks.

You hesitate for a beat, a pink tint to the apples of your cheeks before you nod without a word.

“I’ll leave you two be then”, the Ravenclaw boy says, walking off with his hands tucked in his robes, a small smile flickering on his face.

You exhale slowly through your nose. Maybe you should have left Akaashi to wait for Bokuto instead - they’re best friends, practically platonic soulmates you gather from Bokuto’s chatter as he walks you back to the Slytherin dungeons every Tuesday night, something he insists on despite your protests. You’re just his tutor - but here you are, hanging around outside the classroom where his remedial exam is being held, palms clammy in nervous anticipation.

You tell yourself that you’re waiting for him because you can’t wait to know whether the tutoring sessions that take up your precious Tuesday evenings will end. You wonder if that means that he’ll stop coming over to hang out over dinner with you, the thought making your heart feel as if it’s frosted over again.

“Hey, hey, hey!” His booming voice interrupts your reverie, and you glance up to see him burst out of the classroom, the joy on his face outshining even the sun.

“You passed, I assume”, you snark, hands on hips, but he doesn’t even register your badly disguised coldness, grabbing by the waist to lift you easily into the air, spinning you in circles until you’re both giddy with delight.

“I did, I did, thanks to you!” He crows, still clinging on to you like a lifeline. “They were so impressed when I cast Ascendio, and I was like swish, and they were like aughhh wahhhhh - and it was so awesome!”

“I’m glad my effort paid off then, dummy”, you tease - seriously, it would make your housemates’ jaws drop if they caught you giggling, let alone being held aloft in Bokuto’s arms, but you’re just so happy for him that you don’t order him to put you down.

He stills suddenly, and you’re worried that he’s taken offense at the affectionate nickname until you notice his eyes are trained at the arch above you and oh -

Mistletoe.

It’s Christmas, and the house elves have hung enchanted sprigs of mistletoe around the castle on the orders of the mischievous headmaster to prank unsuspecting students. Any student trapped under enchanted mistletoe may only be released upon giving or receiving a kiss, and you’re about to press a chaste kiss to Bokuto’s nose when you glance back at him and notice his eyes are molten gold, laden with desire.

“Bokuto - “ you begin, but you’re promptly cut off by the searing brand of his lips against yours, gasping as he backs you against the wall, his mouth plundering yours. You should protest, but any sentient thought you might have is lost in your newly awakened hunger for him, this beautiful, sweet boy with golden eyes and silver hair who’s kissing you.

“I like you,” he says breathlessly when you finally push him away in an effort to pull air into your deprived lungs. “Go out with me - please?” he adds, almost as an afterthought, brushing his thumb against your cheek with a gentleness that belies his large frame crowding you against the wall.

You want to, oh Merlin - you want to indulge in the warmth that’s starting to sprout in the previously frozen tundra of your heart but you have to recognise that he’s Bokuto Koutaro, Quidditch player extraordinaire bound for the professional leagues, so popular that he already has a fanclub in school.

And you - you were a social pariah before you met him, you would ruin his reputation if anyone finds out that you’re in a relationship with him, not to mention you’ve been accused of being cold and distant and harsh - all characteristics that disqualify you from being a good match for him.

“I can’t.” You shake your head, keeping him an arm’s length distance from you, because if he comes any closer, you might lose your resolve. “We wouldn’t work out at all”.

The golden light dims in his eyes, and his arms fall limply to his side. “Is it because I’m dumb?” He asks, his voice heartbreakingly quiet.

“No!” You cry, taking a step towards him. “That’s not it at all!”

He frowns, confused. “Then why don’t you wanna go out with me? Don’t you like me?”

“I do”, you admit, hating yourself for having to extinguish the spark of hope in his eyes. “But we won’t work out -”

“Why’re you so sure of that?” He takes a step forward, reaching towards you. You knock his hands away and he stumbles back, stung.

“Because I’m not good enough for you!” You shout, your words echoing against the castle walls. “Because I’m snarky and frigid and cold and rotten to the core - and you’re wonderful and funny and sweet and you deserve so much better than me”.

Your words stun him into silence, and before he can work out a response, before your resolve starts to crumble, you take a large step away from him. With trembling hands, you reinforce the frozen fort in your heart, forcing yourself to beat a hasty retreat.

“Besides”, you add, voice shaking. “What could I possibly offer you?”

You disappear around the corner, coldly ignoring him even as he calls your name.

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“He’s wandering around the castle like a lovelorn ghost”, Akaashi says, dropping into the library seat across yours.

“Explain why that makes it my business”, you hiss with the indignation of a cornered boggart with no means of escape.

He just gives you a knowing look and you glance at the skulking librarian, wondering if you should risk a detention to drive your sharpest quill into the back of the Ravenclaw boy’s hand.

“You know, it’s sad you think so little of Bokuto-san that you refuse to allow him to make choices for himself.”

“What are you - “

“It’s true, isn’t it?” His gaze remains resolute, even as you snarl. “Why don’t you prove me wrong?”

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But you’re stubborn, so you avert your eyes whenever Bokuto comes into your line of sight, changing seats so you don’t sit anywhere near him in Charms, escaping whenever he tries to call your name. Your Tuesday tutoring sessions with him are a thing of the past. You even hear from Miya Osamu that Bokuto’s been trying and failing to bribe first years into letting him into the Slytherin Dungeons, though they’re all far too frightened of your reputation to even dream of crossing you, not even for the bait of a ride on his rare firebolt.

You’re lonely, but you refuse to admit it to yourself.

You even refuse to watch the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin despite it being touted as the social event of the year. Both team’s lineups are exceedingly impressive. Representing Hufflepuff there are powerful players like Bokuto, Ushijma, Azumane, even surly Kyoutani. Slytherin’s certainly no slouch either, with Oikawa, Suna, Daishou, Kuroo and the Miya twins.

But you huddle in the library and ignore the screams and cheers of the whole school spectating the match until Akaashi skids into the library, distress clear on his face.

“He’s injured”, he manages to spit out between heaving breaths, and you don’t even need to ask who he is, panic turning your ribs into kindling, burning a blaze through your chest as you sprint full speed towards the hospital wing.

Quidditch is a horrendously dangerous sport - the Daily Prophet Sports Section is full of horrendous injuries like long lasting concussions and smashed bones that you’re already imagining the worst by the time you cross the threshold of the hospital wing. But Bokuto’s not even lying on the cot - he’s sitting upright, a confused yet hopeful expression on his face as you stare at him, dumbfounded.

“A-Akaashi said you were injured”, you manage to stutter.

Bokuto waves a bandaged finger at you. “Yep”, he says, taking wary steps one at a time towards you. “Suna got me good when I was about to catch the snitch”.

“Oh”, you say lamely. “I see.” You’re thankful no one else is in the hospital wing to see your disgrace. “I’ll be going, then”.

“Wait! Please don’t run away again”, he begs, taking advantage of your distracted state to catch your hand, his fingers circling your wrist easily. You tug against his grip, but it’s futile - you’ve left your wand in the library in your mad rush, and years of Quidditch training have sculpted Bokuto into the human embodiment of a brick wall.

“Let go of me!” You order him in the coldest tone you can muster. It’s not even icy - in fact, it’s probably lukewarm.

He shakes his head, as stubborn as you. “Not until you hear me out”, he replies, pulling you out of the hospital wing into the nearest unused classroom.

“Fine.” You cross your arms. “What do you want to say to me then?”

“Well for starters, you’re the most amazing, scary girl I know”, he says, grinning boyishly at you. “You’re so much smarter than me I don’t know how your head doesn’t go pfft cos it sure isn’t large enough to hold all your brains. And you’re nice - I don’t know why you pretend you’re not - Yachi said you cursed the boys who teased her ‘cos you found her in the bathroom crying, even though you literally met her for the first time - “

“Why are you telling me this?” You cut in, confused.

“Cos you asked me what you could offer me” He answers simply, his fingers slotting in between yours. “The answer is you. I want you. I like you.” His grin softens into a bashful, goofy, adorable smile. “And I know I’m not smart like you or Akaashi, but I know enough to think you like me too.”

Your mind is entreating you not to give in, reminding you that you’ll only drag him down with you but your selfish heart wins out. The weeks you’ve voluntarily isolated yourself from Bokuto have been cold and lonely, and the truth is you miss him - you miss the silly jokes he makes, the playful banter, his boundless confidence and kindness and friendliness. Maybe that makes you selfish, but you can’t deny it any longer, you want him for yourself.

So you reply with a shy smile of your own. “Maybe I do - like you, I mean”, you say, with an earnestness you must have learnt from him, tilting your face up towards him like a flower seeking the sun.

His eyes grow wide with delight as you step into the circle of his arms, allowing him to draw you against his broad chest.

“And to be honest, maybe I’m the fool for not letting myself admit that I’ve always liked you”.

“Don’t call yourself tha - mmmph!”

This time it’s your turn to interrupt him with a kiss, tipping his head down to slide your lips against his, the heat in his eyes and the sunshine in his smile that finally melting the last vestiges of ice in your heart and transforming you from a snow maiden into a girl made of flesh and bone.

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Akaashi convinces you to sneak into the holding area before the next match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

You’re self conscious, constantly adjusting the scarf in Hufflepuff yellow and black looped around your throat, but that immediately dissolves when Bokuto whoops the minute he spots you, bounding over to sweep you into an embrace, demanding at least twenty kisses before he lets you go.

You oblige, because when faced with Bokuto’s pleading eyes, you’re weak, soft.

Then you realise why Akaashi was so insistent on you surprising Bokuto just before his big match.

Miya Atsumu falls off his broom, slack jawed. Miya Osamu trips over him. Even Suna Rintarou looks at you and Bokuto with a modicum of fear and respect.

“Get it together!” Kuroo snaps at his team, hands on hips.

None of that registers with Bokuto, of course. The minute the whistle blows, he speeds off, leaving even Oikawa in the dust, and before a dazed Miya Atsumu even scores once against Daichi, the Hufflepuff keeper, Bokuto is already holding the golden snitch aloft in his hand. He proceeds to do laps of aerial cartwheels around the pitch before hovering in front of the stands where you sit, shamelessly blowing kisses towards you.

You hide your burning face in your hands. Akaashi just sits beside you, intolerably smug. Bokuto, oblivious as ever, just whoops.

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izukult · 3 years

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serene moments with haikyuu boys

idk man i just needed a pick me up lol. pure fucking fluff

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, yamaguchi, tsukishima, bokuto, akaashi, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kindaichi, atsumu

hinata shoyo

whispering something to you. it’s almost like a secret— how much he loves you. he’s peaceful in the moment, hand cupping over your ear to make sure no one else hears. it’s barely a compliment, soft and sweet, but it’s close and careful and personal.

kageyama tobio

watching a train pass from the street. you’re sat on a ledge, legs dangling aimlessly. the horn is loud, but it’s nice. you don’t say anything, hands resting just near the other, and you’re convinced they might be touching if you really wish for it enough.

oikawa toru

sitting in a park together. your head’s resting on his shoulder as you mindlessly pull at pieces of grass while he talks. he’s quiet, voice hushed and calm, telling you about his day. birds overwhelm your ears, and the breeze moves his hair in that pretty way it does.

sugawara koushi

brushing your hair. his fingers get caught on the tangles, but he tries his best to smooth them out. he continues to brush it even after it’s unknotted. he hums as he does so, hands occasionally grazing the back of your neck.

yamaguchi tadashi

laying in a hammock together. it’s a struggle to get in, and you’re both laughing as you try to figure it out. you bump heads a couple times, and eventually his arms anxiously wrap around you to keep you steady.

tsukishima kei

experiencing a new song together. his finger lightly taps your leg, matching the beat of the song the best he can. neither of you have to say anything, you just absorb the melody together.

bokuto kotaro

people watching. you stifle your laughter as he tells you an obscure idea of why the man in front of you is in such a hurry, and you counter with your thoughts about the couple sitting across the park. you ask if he thinks people are watching you two as well, and he wonders how they couldn’t be.

akaashi keiji

waking up from a nap. a soft yawn slips past your lips and you wipe at your eyes. he mumbles a morning even though it’s the middle of the afternoon and presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head. you turn to smile at him, before you rest your head back down for just a little bit longer.

iwaizumi hajime

breakfast in bed. he made it for you, timid and stoic as he handed it to you, but he loosens up when you throw a strawberry at him. he cushions you, sitting behind you, massaging your shoulders gently as you eat, tv aimlessly playing in the background. you take turns with your bites, and he put juice in a water bottle so you wouldn’t have to worry about it spilling.

matsukawa issei

showering with your clothes on. he’s convinced it would be cute, but his shirt puffs up and he gets soap in his eyes way too often. the water muffles the music from his phone and every time you make fun of him he aims the shower head at your face.

hanamaki takahiro

painting together. you laugh abruptly as he groans at how awful his painting looks, and in turn he puts a dab of the paint on your cheek. the day is messy, cluttered and colorful and full of jokes.

kindaichi yutaro

watching the sunrise. it’s too early to comprehend, and it’s colder than it should be. you’re engulfed in his hoodie, but his arms circle around you either way. his head presses into the crook of your neck, hair tickling your cheek. he mumbles about how pretty the clouds look, and you just nod.

miya atsumu

driving at night. the streets are bare, but the lights of the city are pretty. your playlist plays and you’re mindlessly caught in the lyrics. one of his hands is on the wheel and the other is on your thigh, and you grin as you remind him to keep his eyes on the road.

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chaeiimimi · 3 years

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HEY BUBS! I HOPE YOU’RE DOING GREAT, PART TWO WAS SUCH A BOMB AS WELL ALDJAKDJA I’M LOWKEY GETTING BABY FEVER ALREADY AT THIS POINT LMAO JK AKSJAKS IF YOU HAVE TIME, I’D LIKE TO REQUEST OSAMU / SUNA / OIKAWA / AKAASHI ALDHAKS ANY OF THEM WOULD BE FINE UWU 😫

HEY BUBS I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BFIWBFIWBF MY LIFE’S BEEN PRETTY CRAPPY LATELY, I’M GLAD YOU LIKED THE SECOD PART AAAAA STAY HAPPY AND HEALTHY BUBS ILY <3

Haikyuu Boys and a Single Mom Pt. 3

Featuring: Suna, Bokuto, Kenma

Suna Rintaro

despite being a professional volleyball player, Suna was still a university student, he evenly splits up his days to go to volleyball practice and university

he was always dreading to go to university, but he knew he needed it, and you, being his seating beside you in three classes, made university bearable

you had this amazing aura, always so gentle, and kind, you had a soft smile plastered on your face almost like a motherly smile, your voice was always calm and soft, you were just so breath-taking to look at

although you two never talked that much, Suna already knew a lot of little details about you, he once drove pass you walking to the kindergarten just one street away from your university, he knew that you carry a container of fruits in your bag, you always left as soon as classes for the day was over, and that was only a few among a hundred of little things about you

Suna admired you from afar, as much as he likes you so much it physically hurts him, love just wasn't his priority, his priority was volleyball and his career

or at least he thought

life surely has a great sense of humor because somehow you guys ended up being partners for a thesis paper

"I look forward to working with you Suna" you smiled

"likewise" he says with his usual blank face

Suna didn't want to admit it, but he was excited

"so, where do we work on this?" he asks looking at the notes he took for that class

"well, we can work on it at my place" you say casually while also looking at your notes

"are you sure it's okay?" he asks again to make sure, this girl, the person he's been crushing on for his two years in university is now inviting him to her place

"yeah, i can't really spend a lot of time outside, my son hates it"

and just like that Suna was having a mini heart attack, you were married? you have a son? what-

“hey, you alright?” you asked worriedly

Suna quickly composed himself

“uhh y-yeah, won’t your husband get angry?” he asks

“oh don’t worry I raise Kiro by myself” you smiled

Suna looked at you strangely, unable to keep up

you chuckled at his dazed look “I’m a single mother”

Suna almost breathed out a sigh of relief, thankfully he was able to stop himself or else you would get the wrong idea

“yeah, yeah sure, let’s work on it at your place” he snapped out of it, did he sound too happy to hear that you were single? yes, but we ain’t gonna talk about that

what was your ex thinking? he was pretty sure your kid was cute and you were so breath-taking to look at, what a stupid guy

“what does your son likes?”

“hm?” you asked him to make sure you heard him right

“what does your son likes?”

later in the evening, Suna showed up at your place with chocolate chip ice cream and the most expensive sushi he could find

you worked on your project for a good two hours, finalizing the outline of the thesis, while Kiro sat on Suna’s lap, your son immediately liked him, maybe because of the ice cream and sushi , but Kiro was very fond of him

“Kiro, baby, get off of Suna’s lap please he might get tired” you said to your son while you were keeping the things you used

“I don’t mind, he’s surprisingly light” Suna says as he bounces Kiro on his lap

“alright, if you say so, I’m going to prepare snacks” you made your way to the kitchen and left the two in the living room

“mister rin-rin” Kiro whispers while tugging on Suna’s shirt

“hm?” he answers looking at the kid, he was right, Kiro was extraordinarily adorable, it felt like he was looking at a smaller boy version of you and it was making her heart go feral, making him break his rules and try his best to get the both of you

“i want you to be my daddy” he whispers while fiddling with his fingers shyly

please this man is about to combust

he pats the boy’s head “sure bud” he said with a smile

“then can I call you dad?” he asks , eyes sparkling

“well it’s better to start early right? sure you can bud” he says, a full-blown grin plastered on his usually stoic face

Bokuto Koutaro

the flashing and clicking of cameras occupied the whole room where the MSBY Jackals were holding their post-game press conference, they won the game by the way and Bokuto was in high spirits answering questions thrown at him by the reporters

it was your turn to ask a question to the players and you stood up “Bokuto-san, your fans are always wondering why you’re always in high spirits, what is your secret?”

Bokuto has never seen you before, were you a knew reporter? because damn he would’ve noticed you immediately if you were on their past press conferences, you looked like a celebrity to be quite honest

“I’m playing volleyball, there’s no room for me to be unhappy” he simply says

it was you first day at your new job, quite frankly, you’re glad you quitted your old one, they forced you to stay behind the camera and write scripts for anchors when you finished a bachelor degree on broadcasting

“Can’t blame him, I’m also happy when I do my job” you mumble to yourself as you remembered Bokuto’s answer to your question

“mama!” you looked at your son who was in the arms of your cousin Kuroo

“hey thanks for doing this for me couz” you say as they stopped right in front of you

“mama! have you seen the game?! they were so awesome! Uncle Tetsu promised me to go meet MSBY!” your son happily jolts in his Uncle’s arm

you looked at him with a motherly smile, happy that you’re son enjoyed the game

“you coming with us?” Kuroo asked

“you two go ahead I’ll just rest for a bit” you were tired with keeping up with the game and asking questions

the two nodded “alright, just show this to the guard and they’ll let you enter” Kuroo says, handing you a pass

you mutter a small thank you as you watch them walk away

let’s just say Gen, your son, was liked by every single member of the team, I mean, who could ever dislike such an adorable kid?

“MSBY cool! Shoyo pwaaa! Boto bam!” he says while jumping up and down, while Kuroo watched his nephew smiling

Bokuto was particularly very fond of him, was it because the kid was unbelievably adorable? or was it because the kid reminded him of a certain reporter? He’d like to think both

“Gen-kun who’s yer fav’rite player eh?” Atsumu asks the kid

the kid looked at eight full-grown man looking at him expectantly, his eyes stopped on the black-and-white haired spiker and made grabby hands towards him “BOUTO! BOUTO!”

the members were disappointed but not surprised at all, kids tend to go to Bokuto or Hinata since they have the friendliest faces

“HEY! HEY! HEEEY!” Bokuto did not hesitate and lifted the boy up in the air, as they both giggle

“Tetsu?” your voice interrupted the commotion inside the room

Kuroo went to the door and opened it for you and the first thing you saw was your son giggling with the person stuck in your head for about twenty minutes now

“Mama!” your son screamed as soon as he saw you and asked to be put down to run towards you giving you a hug on your leg you looked down at him and patted his head gently

Kuroo cleared his throat “this is Y/N L/N my cousin, the mother of adorable the adorable Gen, she is single and ready to mingle, 2 in 1 you get an adorable son and a lovely wife, contact me for more details, the price can be discussed”

you deadpanned at your cousin, why tf was he selling you like an auction, you shook your head

you were hyper aware of the intensity of the owl-eyed spiker, making you blush

while Bokuto was over here thinking, damn he hit the jackpot an adorable son and an absolutely gorgeous wife? you bet he’s in and he’s gonna do everything he can to win you and make you and your son happy

“I’m sorry about him, please excuse me, my son and I needs to leave” you said politely and bowed as you take your son away

unbeknownst to you, Bokuto was in the middle of business with your cousin

“hey, how much for the details?” Bokuto whispers to his bestfriend as if they were in the middle of an illegal transaction

Kuroo looked at his friend with eyebrows raised

“I’ll pay any amount” Bokuto was very serious, which made the former Nekoma captain burts out laughing

“well, since you’re my good friend, a few drinks will do” Kuroo after his hyena laugh session

“Hey! hey! hey! thanks Kubroo!” Bokuto says in his usual cheery voice

later that night, you wondered why you were having dinner with your son, your cousin, and the former captain of Fukurodani, how he managed to get you flowers in such a short amount of time and this late at night was beyond your knowledge. But you weren’t complaining though, how could you when he looked adorable with a flushed face asking for your number after driving you and your son home.

Kenma Kozume

Kenma wasn’t fond of kids, he didn’t disliked them, he just preferred hanging out with adults who were less hyper, proceeds to hangout with Bokuto, Hinata and Kuroo

but he was a gamer and it is inevitable that some of his fans were kids, he didn’t mind it though he is thankful to each and everyone of his fans

being the twenty-eight year old youtuber/CEO that he is, he barely have time to go out and it happened very rarely, and today happened to be one of those rare occasions as he got out to get some ice cream in a very hot summer day

but he was in a for surprise, at an empty alley, he heard a ruckus

“give it back! please give it back!”

it was never in Kenma’s personality to pry, but something was pushing him to go check out what was going on

he went inside to the dark alley and saw four boys, about eight years old, one was in the middle, his clothes all crumpled and dirty, his bag empty, his things sprawled out, scattered in front of him

“you want this thing? it’s not even the latest model, you think kodzu-”

Kenma cleared his throat, already able to register what was happening

“ken” the bully continued

“you know kids, I don’t really like bullies” Kenma starts as he walks towards the little boy, picking up his scattered things one by one and putting it in his bag

“leave, before I report you to your school” Kenma says stoically which made one of the boys drop the game console in his hand as the three of them scramble to get out of the dark alley

the little boy picked up the game console and tried to open it, but to no avail, it was broken

Kenma went closer as he handed him his bag

“are you okay?” he asked as he crouch down to the boy’s level, it was obvious that he was not okay, his face had little scratches and his clothes were all dirty and slightly damped

but the little boy meekly nodded and looked down on his game console, which Kenma noticed

“I can get you a new one” he says in attempt to cheer up the little boy, he didn’t know what was pushing him to do so, but his heart broke at the sight of him broke his heart

“mister Kodzuken, can you please get this fixed for me instead?” for the first time, the boy looked at him with sad eyes

how could he say no to that face? he took the game console and looked at the boy

“is there a reason why you want me to fix it?” he asks

“my mom worked hard to get me that on my birthday, she didn’t buy her favorite coffee, her favorite bread, she patched up her shoes instead of buying a new one, she even lied to me that she wasn’t hungry when we ate out, I don’t wanna make her sad” the boy sadly said and wore his bag

Kenma was in awe, no wonder this boy was so polite and respectful

“alright, how but I’ll call your mother now, she is needed in this situation” Kenma says as he takes out his phone

the boy slowly dictates his mom’s phone number, and when he was done, Kenma was speechless, the number was already registered as his secretary’s number

Kenma shakily presses the call button

“sir?” your voice from the other line, never seize to make his heart skip a beat

“Y/n do you happen to have a son?” his voice was still calm

“yes, how did you know sir? i have a son he’s name is Eiji, he’s eight” you happily told him

“well, I kinda caught some kids bullying him, I think that you’re needed here” he says calmly

“oh no, my baby, i’ll be there ASAP sir, please do send the location”

“I’ll send the location to my driver, he’ll pick you up” Kenma says and hangs up as he send a quick messege and the location to his driver

Kenma was supposed to ask you out tomorrow, that was the reason why he didn’t go to the office today, he was going to surprise you at his place because he didn’t want you, the girl he liked to the horrible people of the internet

you were too pure, too kind, you always made sure to get him something to eat despite his resistance, made sure that he doesn’t overwork himself and even going to the extent where you do some of his workloads, of course he trusted you enough to do so and you’ve been working with him for four years now

but you had a child? did you have a husband? but you’re resume said that you were single? is it a boyfriend?

“you know mister Kodzuken, mama always talks about you when I ask her about her day, I think she’s got a little crush on you” Eiji smiled softly at him

which almost made the former setter melt into a puddle, the boy was adorable, and even if his original plan was to just date you, he was more than happy to have Eiji, having a mini you around made it all even better, he wasn’t fond of kids but the little boy infront of him was an exception

“I think, I can make that happen” he smiles softly

the day after you appeared looking distressed, talked to your son’s bullies and their parents at the school’s principal office with Kenma and Eiji seating beside you, you were now inside your boss’ house, he was asking you to be his girlfriend, your son happily jumping up and down beside him

how could you say no, when four years ago, you were only dreaming of this moment?

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