#angelwalker’s virtues

[mimi-cee-hq]

A Genuine Mess - Atsumu x f!reader

Pairing: Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: Atsumu insults you, the quietest girl in his class. But as he gets to know you, your few words often leave him blushing.

Genre, etc.: Tooth rotting fluff, Atsumu is a dork in love but still consistent with his canon character, reader is quiet but not timid

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: I wanted to try a different personality for the reader as well as taking one of Atsumu's negative character traits and flipping it on its head :) This was fun to write. Hehehe.

Words: 1.9k

*****

"What? She's here for me?" said Atsumu. He pressed his lips together to hide the smile forming on his lips. As he attempted to walk to the gym doors as normally as possible, Aran tilted his head while Osamu wore an amusing smirk.

Atsumu leaned on the frame of the gym doors. "What'd ya want?" he asked you, trying to be as smooth as possible. His voice didn't reveal his usual arrogance and was unexpectedly gentle.

"Could I see your hand?" you asked him with a quiet but direct tone.

When he held his hand out in front of you, you delicately turned it over, palm faced down, and positioned his fingers one by one. You didn't notice him gripping the side of his jersey in his other hand, trying to keep it together every time your fingers grazed his skin. You let go of his hand to pull out your phone and angled it to get a good shot of his hand.

Click.

"Thank you Atsumu-san," you told him, putting your phone away and leaving the gym.

Atsumu returned to the court, not even able to hide the childish grin from his teammates anymore. Some widened their eyes and others dropped their jaws as they witnessed the entire scene.

"So when did you start liking her?" Suna asked him.

"I don't like her," Atsumu adamantly responded.

A laugh escaped Osamu's lips and Atsumu told him to shut up. He hated that his twin knew exactly why he was acting like this.

*****

"Well that looks ugly."

Seated at your desk, you looked up from your sketch to see Atsumu's scrunched up nose. It didn't take long for it to disappear. Osamu whacked him on the head for insulting the quietest girl in class two and quite possibly their whole year.

"Sorry about this jerk," Osamu told you. "He doesn't have a filter."

But when he started to drag Atsumu away from you, they heard the rare sound of your voice.

"Miya-san," you said.

They both turned around but after looking at each other, they assumed you were referring to your classmate Atsumu.

"Why does it look ugly?"

"Ha?" Atsumu gawked at you. He scratched the back of his head. "I dunno. The shoulders just looked gross"–he got whacked on the head again–"Hey!" He glared at Osamu.

After they bickered for a bit, they turned their attention back to you, but you were already facing your desk, immersed in your sketch. Osamu raised an eyebrow at Atsumu, expecting him to know what that was all about, but he only shrugged his shoulders, not having a clue either.

The next time Atsumu heard your voice was when you came to see him at his desk.

"Ha? What's this?" he asked.

In front of him, you had placed another sketch. You didn't say a word but looked at him as if you were expecting some sort of comment.

Atsumu raised an eyebrow but looked at the sketch anyway.

"What's wrong with this dude's hand?" he asked as he squinted at the drawing, holding your sketchbook up to his eyes. "It looks like it's dislocated or something."

The classmate beside him shot his eyes open. He then looked up at you to see your reaction.

"Thank you," you told Atsumu with a little nod before returning to your desk. Those were the only words you had for Atsumu and they had left him and his classmate speechless.

Atsumu's eyes lit up the third time you came to his desk.

"Which one looks the worst?" you asked him, showing him three different sketches.

"This one," he said, pointing to the one in the middle. "There's no way a person could have hair like that."

You ignored his comment and asked him again which one looked worse. He still chose the middle one, saying the expression reminded him too much of his brother.

You gave him a nod as thanks and as he watched you return to your desk, there was a small uptick at the corner of his mouth, gazing at you gathering your pencils together and continuing your progress.

Over the next couple of weeks, he watched you from afar as you drew doodles during class when you should've been paying attention. He wondered if he should actually write notes from the lesson in case you needed them. Maybe he'd pass them to you the next time you showed him your artwork.

But you hadn't made a trip to his desk during the next two weeks. Why did you stop coming? So when you left the classroom, he quickly opened the sketchbook that was left on your desk and went through it page by page, curious to see what you'd been drawing this whole time. As he flipped through the pages, he saw how your drawings had gradually improved. He couldn't help but smile at your growth as an artist.

"Miya-san."

He jumped at your voice and snapped the book shut. He fumbled over his words. "I wasn't looking! It just fell and I picked it up from the ground!" he told you. "When I put it back on yer desk it just happened t' be like that!"

He then saw an expression he had never seen on your face. Your brows were furrowed and your lips turned into a frown. You let out a deep breath. "Miya-san, you're free to look through my sketchbook, but please don't lie to me."

His eyes widened before he lowered them to stare at the classroom floor. Shoulders sagging, he told you in a hushed voice, "I'm sorry." He sighed and dragged his feet back towards his desk. But just when he was about to pull out his chair, he heard your soft voice.

"Miya-san," you said, looking directly at him when he turned to you. "Like I said, you can come and look at it whenever you want."

Atsumu pressed his lips together, trying to hold back a stupid grin on his face. But his eyes betrayed his attempt as they crinkled and turned into crescents, elated at your offer.

*****

Over the next several weeks, Atsumu used any excuse he could to chat with you at your desk before he finally settled on talking to you about anything and everything. He tried to get to know you, asking you questions, but your answers were short and simple, not knowing how else to respond.

However, Atsumu shamelessly continued to talk about himself, his brother, the team, and whatever else was on his mind that day. You always nodded and listened with a smile.

"I think she's just being nice to you," commented Osamu.

"She's never stopped me," Atsumu replied with a huff, crossing his arms, which only resulted in Osamu shaking his head.

Without looking up from your sketch, you told him, "I like hearing him talk."

Osamu's eyes grew at your response but when he glanced over at his twin, Atsumu's ears and cheeks had turned red.

"Oh?" the silver haired twin said with a sly grin. "You're blushing 'Tsumu."

"No I'm not!" Atsumu said after clearing his throat and turning his head away. Osamu was about to tease him when instead, you said something that deepened his blush.

"It's cute."

Osamu's jaw dropped. Atsumu froze at your comment before deciding to put his face down on your desk, burying it into his arms.

As you and Atsumu got to know each other, he learned that you were still close with your friends from middle school. They were there for you, always supporting you and your passion for art. But when you asked them what they thought about your drawings, they had always said they looked good. You were grateful for them but you couldn't tell if they were just being nice.

"So is that why you asked me about yer drawings?" Atsumu noted. You confirmed it with a nod and he looked at you with longing eyes and a soft smile.

You caught him off-guard when you took a photo of him. "Your expression was interesting just now," you told him. "I want to use it as reference."

Atsumu blushed and covered the lower half of his face. He muttered something through his hands that you didn't quite catch.

"Hm?" you asked.

"Y-you can use me as reference any time."

You took him up on his offer. You'd often snap pictures of him, casually pulling out your phone when you'd find an interesting expression on his face. You even came to see him at practice when you wanted to practice drawing some hands. He often wondered what you noticed about him when you used him as reference, what expressions you saw in him.

One day after classes had ended and volleyball practice was cancelled, he sat at the other side of your desk as you switched to a different drawing pencil from your set. What did you see when you looked at him? His eyes? His nose? His lips?

His hand rose next to your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. When you looked up at him from your drawing, he pulled his hand back, suddenly realizing what he was doing.

He bit his lip, scolding himself for doing that to you. You called his name and his attention was back on you.

"Why did you stop?" you asked.

Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach, not at all expecting those words. Looking at you through his eyelashes, he saw you directly looking back at him. Were you serious?

Somehow getting the courage to make a move, he drew his hand toward you and gently cupped your cheek. He bent over your desk and brought his lips near yours, stopping midway as if waiting for permission to follow through. You leaned in a little closer and he closed the gap, feeling your soft lips against his.

Pulling back, his eyes studied your face for some sort of reaction. He bit his lip, doubting if that was what you wanted. Perhaps he didn't do a good job or you had changed your mind after the kiss.

What if you were just doing this for reference?

He searched your eyes for an answer, not knowing that you saw the insecurity in his.

"I liked it, Atsumu."

His eyes grew. He was both delighted and flustered, not believing that he got to kiss you, that you'd accept a kiss from someone like him. He hugged you and placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

*****

"Guys! I have a girlfriend!" Atsumu declared, storming into the gym the next day. They all raised their brows when they saw who was holding his hand.

"Are you serious?" asked Aran.

"It's probably fake," Suna commented.

"He must have bribed her or something," Osamu added.

"All of ya just shut up!" Atsumu yelled at them as they all gave him a skeptical look. He sighed and dropped his shoulders as he held your hand.

They snickered and teased him, but when there was a silent pause in the air, they heard your voice for the first time.

"I like him," you told his team. Your voice was quiet but they heard every word. They freaked out, gawking at the two of you, an unlikely pair.

Atsumu turned his face away because his cheeks went red again. Your words, more often than not, caused him to be up in a fluster.

*****

I hope you enjoyed it.

I couldn't help but have Suna say it was fake for all my "A Glimpse of Yellow" readers. lolll.

If you liked this one, you might like one of these:

1) my Tendou one-shot (timid!reader)

2) my Sakusa one-shot (where he gets a crush on exchange student!reader)

3) my Kyoutani one-shot (another unexpected pairing)

And I want to shamelessly throw in my Suna chaptered fic (fake dating) just because it's my current series. lol.

I also have a Google form for my taglist if any of you are interested in it.

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfic #atsumu fanfic #hihqnetwork #animehorizons #angelwalker’s virtues

[kobunnie]

saying “i love you” in your sleep

ft. midoriya + bakugou + todoroki

⤻ summary ; in which you say “I love you” in your sleep

⤻ word count ; 1.4k

⤻ genre ; fluff

⤻ warnings ; cursing, lowercase intended

⤻ pronouns ; none mentioned

⤻ a/n ; my heart is fluttering and my face is hot and im smiling like an idiot

ও enjoy <3

ও MIDORIYA IZUKU

FLUSTERED

face has gone: firetruck mode

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP firetruck if you get that reference im in love with you

anyway hes so flustered but so happy

like you cannot fathom how happy he is

absolutely ecstatic

will probably lay down beside you just smiling at the ceiling because he cant breathe hes so happy

promises himself that once you wake up hell tell you that he loves you too

although since he stays up because of his happiness you probably wake him up

and he just bursts the words out, catching you off guard

“izu . . . ku,” you murmured in your sleep

midoriya would smile softly and place a kiss on your forehead, climbing into bed beside you

youd fallen alseep with a notebook and pen in your lap, your head tilted in an awkward position. he grabbed your school stuff and placed it on his nightstand, gently laying you back and pulling the covers over you.

immediately you rolled over and snuggled close into his chest, your soft breathing relaxing midoriya.

he hugged you close and pressed another kiss to your forehead, sighing and allowing his eyes to start to close, exhaustion catching up to him.

and then softly, barely even audibly, you muttered those three words in your sleep. “mmm, i love you . . .”

it took him a second to realize and process what you had said. a second to realize it was a continuation of your first sleep talking incident only minutes before. and it took him only a second to spontaneously combust.

his face was so red and hot that it wouldve been embarrassing if you had seen him that way.

his hand clamped over his mouth to prevent and muffle his excited yelp which wouldve surely caused you to wake up.

when you stirred he froze. the last thing he wanted was to accidentally wake you up with his excitement. though he wouldnt have minded it since hed get to tell you immediately that he loved you as well. but izuku wasnt that type of person, he wanted you to continue sleeping, to continue your dream.

after all, you seemed so happy and content that it made his heart flutter and a smile never leave his face.

he laid there, you in his arms, just replaying those words youd uttered over and over again. he was going to stay up and as soon as you woke up, he would tell you that he loved you too.

only one thing went wrong, he fell asleep. no matter, as soon as both of you would wake, hed tell you then.

ও BAKUGOU KATSUKI

is unsure how to react

thinks he heard wrong

tempted to ask you to repeat what you said until he realizes that youre asleep

then he just sits there staring glaring at you and like

bro, you alright?

so the thing about bakugou is he hates admitting any sort of feelings he has for you

and jt makes it easier for him to pretend like his feelings dont go any deeper than a simple like when you dont say shit like that

denial at its finest

wants to forget that you said those words and just flop down and fall asleep as its already past his bedtime

but cant at the same time

because you just said you loved him

also tempted to grab a stickynote scribble dumbass on it, stick it on your forehead and call it a day, but he doesnt do that

instead . . .

he wakes you up the audacity this man has

you wake up, all confused to see bakugou just glowering at you until he sighs

and then he repeats the same words back to you, causing you to actually combust because you have no idea whats going on

bakugou really needed to piss

woke up and went to the bathroom to do his business and came back to you rolled up in a sushi with his blanket. almost yanks it away but your voice stops him

“katsuki . . . i love you,” you sigh

he freezes, hands positioned on the blanket ready to yank it but he doesnt.

“oi, dumbass, the fuck you say?” he sounds really rude, but he just wants to hear it again to make sure he heard correctly

when you dont answer he checks real quick and verifies that you are indeed asleep. so you said that you loved him . . . in your sleep

bakugou has no idea how to react. his head is spinning with a million thoughts all at the same time. if you said it in your sleep did you really mean it? did he imagine it? were you messing with him? what was going on?

would never admit it, but he was panicking. he was unprepared for such a situation and had no idea what to do about it. so he sat still for a few minutes, just watching you sleep.

you were so calm and peaceful and watching your features as you slept made him think back on previous memories of you two. he was trying to find where in the relationship you couldve possibly fallen in love

and instead, this resulted in bakugou’s thoughts drifting to what he loved about you

he loved the way you clung to his chest whenever you got nervous or scared

he loved the way you smiled so brightly at him whenever you did well in something

he loved the way your eyes lit up when someone told you how good you were at being a hero

and he loved the way that you loved him, no matter what

so,

he yanked the blanket away and you woke up with a jolt, sitting up dazed and confused. “wha—?”

“i love you too, dumbass.”

“WHAT?” y/n.exe has stopped working now bakugou has to prepare for your funeral

ও TODOROKI SHOUTO

really, really happy

and calm in comparison to the other two idiots

would literally just smile ever so slightly at hearing those words and would say it back without any hesitation

he doesnt sit and combust, or over analyze, or wake you up, or even wait till youre awake

he just says it right there and then

words could never express how happy it made him from hearing those words from you

of course, todoroki being as observant as he was knew that the past few days youd been bothered with somethjng

constantly nervous and jumpy around him

and he finally understood what jt was that had been bothering you

he would kiss your forehead and lay down to sleep, the smile never leaving his face

hed let you tell him first since youve do obviously been wanting to, and when that time came hed simply smile again and say it back

todoroki was just finishing up studying when he turned to find you curled up in a ball on top of his bed

a few hours prior you had plopped down onto todorokis bed with your phone, determined to just keep him company while he studied

he hadnt realized how long hed actually been working for till he found you snoring lightly, muttering incoherent words under your breath

he stood and stretched then made his way to his bed, pulling back his covers to put you underneath them

you stirred and grabbed his arm, todoroki fearing he mightve woken you. but when your hand dropped and you rolled over todoroki just smiled

and his smile grew even wider when youd let the words “i love you, shouto” slip from your mouth in your sleep.

todoroki leaned over, placed a kiss on your forehead and murmured, “i love you too, y/n”

finally he understood what had been bothering you the past few days. it was so obvious you wanted to tell him something but he didnt know what it was. and now he did.

you wanted to tell him you loved him. and todoroki’s heart melted at that thought

he crawled jnto bed beside you snd engulfed you in a hug. hed let you tell him on your own time. and once you did hed do what he had just done. kiss your forehead and tell you that he loved you too

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[illyaana]

credits to the artists who made the fanarts I used!

Dorm Life - Shoto Todoroki

Thanks to @missuga for this collab! Sorry I gave to you late TwT Do check out their collab over here!

Tags: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, Binaural, Fluff, Cursing, Minor Angst, Kissing (escandalo)

Synopsis: A compilation of drabbles of your life during the pandemic, quarantined in the UA dorms.

Word Count: 2734

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CLASSES

The Sun let its light brush against your skin, giving you a warm hug in the morning. You awoke to the pale blue skies that were painted so elegantly it made you stare. The cumulus clouds softly danced on its stage, etching a smile on your face. You looked around the room, checking for the clock to see what time it was currently.

10:00 a.m. - You were supposed to wake up at 8:00.

Worry rushed through you. The fear of you being late for class thrummed as you tried to get out of your bed.

Hint: tried.

You turned to your side and looked at the male beside you. His hands had found their way around your waist, pulling you in. His head was pressed against your shoulder. His twin-colored hair was disheveled thanks to him turning himself all through the night, His long eyelashes framed his closed lids, his lips slightly parted. Small snores came out in intervals as he snuggled into you, his vice grip around your body tightening even more.

You could help but trace his lips with your finger - it was so soft, you had to.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then laid your forehead against his.

“Get up, Sho - class starts in 10 minutes,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.

“I don’t want to, this is too comfortable,” he mumbled, rubbing his head on your shoulder.

“What are you, a cat?” You joked, placing your hands on his cheek, “Let me at least get my laptop on - I can tell Aizawa we’re sharing my laptop and we can just join the class here.”

“Getting the laptop means that you move - and you are not moving,” he said, tightening his grip on you.

“You know we’re going to be in trouble if we don’t join the class, right? Oh yeah, it starts in 5 minutes,” you said, slightly annoyed at him.

Shoto sighs in defeat, “Fine - but, hurry up,”

You pry his arms off of you and rush to your table to get the laptop on. Thankfully, you managed to join the class 3 minutes before it began.

“Aren’t you coming back in here?” Todoroki whined, patting the space beside him.

“Are you finally awake?” You question him.

“Kind of?”

“ ‘Kind of?’ “

“Yes, I am awake - I no longer need to sleep,” he groans.

You take your laptop and place it in the space between the two of you as you sit back on the bed. You pressed another kiss on his forehead, making him smile.

“Good morning, snowflake,” he says as he returns your kiss with one on your forehead.

“Good morning, Sho.”

“Now that you both have shown a great deal of affection, Y/N and Shoto,” Eraserhead says from your Zoom call, “Can my class finally begin?”

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LUNCH BREAK

“I got the money from Aizawa for our meals! Can you all go through the menu and tell me what you want on the class group chat?” Momo shouted from the living room.

“Imagine eating great food for free?” Uraraka smiled, enjoying how our meals were paid for by the school itself, “The pandemic is amazing yet so annoying at the same time.”

You chuckle at the brown-haired girl, seeing her awe-filled expression.

“What are you getting?” You ask her.

“Hmm… maybe Udon? It’s been a long time since I ate it, and since it’s not coming from my pocket…” she eyed the menu, “I’m getting the most expensive one.”

“You know he gave a set amount for the whole class right?” You look at her mischievous expression.

“I’m pretty sure we can stay within the budget. Our class generally doesn’t spend much money on food, right?”

You looked across the room to see Kaminari and Kirishima going through the menu.

“You think those two will be reasonable with their spending? Knowing them, they’re most probably buying the whole menu plus snacks,” you say, looking at their joy-filled grins.

You saw Shoto walk beside Iida, heading towards the two males. Intrigued, you and Uraraka walked towards the group of four.

“Hey,” you say as you hug Shoto from the back, “Everything okay?”

“These two,” Iida said, anger laced in his words, “Ordered everything on the menu.”

You held back your laughter, unlike Uraraka.

“Your skills in predicting the future astound me, Y/N L/N,” she says, covering her mouth.

“Hush,” you say, smiling.

“The two of you…” Iida began, looking at the two wrongdoers, “I don’t know how your closer friends handle you two.”

You look at the scene unfolding in front of you, smiling.

Iida was full-on lecturing the two males, his hands moving in all ten directions. Kaminari and Kirishima just stood there, dumbfounded. You could see the two of them slowly spacing out from the ‘conversation’, but Iida kept going on.

“Hey,” Shoto whispered, “Wanna have a mini-date tonight? I’ll order a few things and get them sent here, and we can watch a movie together?”

“Don’t use the money Aizawa gave though - we don’t need a third victim of Iida’s lectures,” you whisper, earning a smile from the stoic male.

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MINI-DATES

You opened the door to Shoto’s room, comfortably dressed in your Axolotl onesie. In your hands, you brought a hard drive filled with movies that you felt that you both would enjoy. Seeing that Shoto wasn’t in the room, you laid on his bed, waiting for the arrival of the owner of the room. Your eyes went straight to his mirror. He had slid multiple polaroid pictures of you and your friends in the corners of the mirror. Each one of the photos had a small remark, reminding you of all the memories you’ve made throughout your years in UA.

Your hands grazed on the photo he kept on the bedside table.

It was a picture of him and his mother smiling.

Your chest panged when you saw it. He had told you the story behind his scar and his life within the Todoroki household. His hatred for his father grew every day, yet he could never hate his mother - the very person who gave him the scar on his face.

“I love that picture, but not as much as I love this one,” Shoto said, pointing at a photo in the top-left corner of his mirror.

It was a picture of both of you visiting his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.

“I’ll admit Natsuo was not the most welcoming to the idea of me dating you, but he slowly loved you as a sibling. I did talk about you to Fuyumi a bunch of times, but she had her suspicions - that all changed when she met you, though. Mom…”

He hesitated, “...she didn’t like the idea of me dating anyone. Yet, you managed to make her like you so much, now she only asks about you whenever I call her,” he chuckled.

“My family loves you - except Endeavor, of course,” he groaned.

“He’ll come around, eventually. You, however,” you walk up to him and cup his face, “Need to talk to him properly - no filter, just say everything.”

You lie back down on the bed, patting the space beside you, “Hurry up - the snacks you bought are calling me.”

After multiple small banters, you both finally decided on Shrek and began to watch the movie.

After a while, you found yourself lying on Shoto’s chest, playing with his fingers as you focused on the movie. Shoto, however, stared at your cute expressions, taking mental notes of all the small things you did when a scene disgusted you, made you laugh or made you feel sad.

“Y/N,” he whispered in your ear once the movie ended, “Thanks for loving me.”

You turned to face the fire user, cupping his face in your hands. His fingers found their way in your hair, enjoying the feeling of your soft locks against his calloused skin. Your thumb began to move in circular motions, eager to feel his soft skin against yours. You stared into his dual-coloured eyes, enjoying the brown and icy blue flecks within each eye. He relaxed against your touch, warmth radiating from him to you.

“I love you so much, Sho - and I will no matter what happens later on.”

You shared a kiss under the glow of the pale moonlight, but all you cared about was how perfect the man you were kissing was.

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TRAINING

“Hey Sho,” you say, nudging the male beside you, “You wanna train after this?”

“I can’t,” he said, looking down, “I asked Midoriya to help me with some things. The only time he’s free is after this, so…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask Uraraka!” you say, kissing him on the cheek, “Good luck with whatever you’re doing with Mido.”

Soon, both you and Uraraka headed to Ground Beta to train your hand-to-hand combat.

“Luckily all of us are vaccinated, or the training grounds wouldn’t be open,” you say, thinking.

“Okay, okay - you wanted to work on hand-to-hand combat, right?” You nodded.

Both you and Uraraka got into your positions, mentally preparing yourselves. You were ready to move towards her until you heard sounds coming from the entrance.

“Well, well, well - isn’t that two students from Class 3-A?” Monoma snickered.

You groaned before turning to face him.

“Hello, Monoma? Where’s Kendo?” you ask, hoping that the ginger would come and stop him.

“Kendo’s eating right now - don’t want to disturb her. I don’t mind messing with the two of you, though.”

“What’s the difference, Monoma?” Uraraka added, “We usually keep quiet, but Y/N and I would like to train, so it would be greatly appreciated if you either kept quiet or left.”

“Why would you want to train with them, though?” He said, looking at Uraraka, “They’re the weakest bitch in your whole class, aren’t they?”

“The fuck, Monoma?!” you shouted, “That’s going a bit too far, don’t you think?”

“What? I’m just stating facts; you entered the class later than everyone else, you’re quirkless since you depend on your weapons, you need to train with others so that you can win 10% of the time - don’t the facts say it all?”

“Monoma, you might want to - ”

“Stop? Why should I?” he laughed, “It’s about time someone told you the truth; you’re useless, unneeded, a waste of space, and never going to be a hero - not even a sidekick.”

“So, the student who single-handedly served you your own ass in a fight doesn’t deserve to stay, but your weak fucking self can stay?” Shoto chuckled darkly, his hand slowly freezing Monoma’s shoulder, “That’s a lot of self-confidence for someone who hasn’t fought well for 3 years straight.”

“Next time you talk shit about Y/N, don’t expect to leave without losing any limbs,” he shouted, scaring Monoma.

“Shoto,” you begin, “Let me fight my own battles.”

He stares at you and sighs. His vice grip on Monoma loosens as you walk towards him.

You run your sword against his hands, small cuts forming.

“Talk shit about me again and you won’t be standing. Get the fuck out, dumbass.”

Monoma runs out of Ground Beta, making you chuckle.

“Damn, Y/N,” Uraraka says from afar.

“That’s my lover,” Shoto says, smiling.

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NIGHTMARES

You woke up to the sounds of Shoto whimpering in his sleep.

His clothes were soaked by his sweat, trails of tears strung down his face.

He was shaking - shivering.

Small screams of Natsuo, Fuyumi and Rei’s names escaped his lips along with soft sobs.

“Shoto!” You shouted, shaking him, “Wake up, it’s only a dream - they’re okay, they’re alive.”

You heard your name.

You heard his voice become louder, screaming your name in pain.

“I’m here, I’m fine,” you whisper in his ear.

“I’m right here, Shoto - I haven’t left you. I am here, hugging you. Wake up, okay?’

You heard his whimpers stop as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your chest as you patted his head.

“Y/N…” you heard him mumble, “Y/N… you’re fine, right?”

“I’m fine, Sho. I’m here hugging you, aren’t I?”

He nodded, pressing his head against your chest.

“You want to talk about it?”

“No…” he trailed off.

“Okay, don’t worry,” you say, kissing him on his head.

“You want me to get you something? Milk, water…?” you ask him, slowly prying yourself off of him.

“Don’t go anywhere.”

“Ok then, koala - I’m not going anywhere,” you say, chuckling.

You hummed a song as you rubbed Shoto’s back, giving him warmth. You wiped the trail of tears and pressed kisses on his cheek.

If he needs you to be his haven, you’ll be an oasis from all the bad.

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CLASS FUN

“Ok, so - everyone is here, right?” Mina said as she stood in the middle of the living room.

You looked at everyone in the living room. Everyone was excited - after all, it’s been a long time since you all did something together as a class.

“I think everyone’s here, Mina,” Shouji said, passing you your drink.

Shoto placed his head on your shoulder, groaning.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask, worried.

“I wanted to just sleep in today…” he said, sulking.

“Come on, it’s been a long time since we did something as a class - who knows? This might be our last little thing as a class,” you retort.

He hummed in agreement, “Fine.”

“Great! Let’s bring back an old classic, shall we? The game that made all the couples in this classroom, the game that made the impossible possible,” she looked at Bakugou and Izuku, “Spin the Bottle Truth or Dare!”

“This fucking game?” Bakugo cussed.

“Relax, Kacchan~,” Kaminari said, teasing the other blonde.

“Shut up, dunce face,” Bakugo said with anger.

“Keep quiet, you two. Mina’s getting angry,” Kirishima said, eyeing the pink-haired female.

“So what if-”

“Kacchan, shush,” Izuku said, glaring at his partner.

“Thank you, my green-haired savior,” Mina said, smiling at Izuku.

“Let me re-explain how the game works; Person A will spin the bottle in the middle of the circle until it stops on Person B. Person A will play truth or dare with Person B. Clear?” Mina said, smiling.

The game soon spiraled out of control, just like everyone expected.

Kaminari danced in a maid dress, Shinsou was forced to call Aizawa and Present Mic ‘dads’ in a call on speaker, Kirishima was forced to scream “I’m hard!” out loud, and Mina sang Baby Shark to her lover - something we never thought Kirishima would enjoy.

In the last round, the bottle landed on Shoto.

The person who spun the bottle was Sero.

You knew he had something planned - you could see it in his eyes.

“Shoto Todoroki, truth or dare?” He said, smirking.

You looked at him, begging him to not choose dare.

“Truth, I guess?” he said, looking at you.

Phew.

“What do you and Y/N do when you’re alone?”

Shit.

“Take dare, take the dare, take the dare…” you mumbled under your breath, hoping he’d listen.

“Can I take the dare?” Shoto said, questioning your actions.

Phew.

“Make out with Y/N right here.”

Shit.

“Give them some privacy, Sero!” Uraraka shouted on your behalf.

“He already evaded the truth question, I’m not modifying the dare,” Sero said, huffing.

“Y/N,” Shoto said, looking at you, “Is it okay?”

You sigh in frustration, “I put us in this situation, Sho. Let’s just get it over with.”

Shoto smiled, looking at your pissed expression.

“Look at me,” he whispered in your ear, raising small goosebumps on your skin.

His hands slowly went to your cheeks, eyeing the flecks in your eyes - how they sparkled just for him and him alone. His thumb reached your lips and parted it - enjoying how you were putty in his hands. His hand slowly went from your cheek to your chin, raising it to make your forehead meet his.

“Geez, Y/N,” he said, lust filling his eyes, “You’re so perfect.”

He softly pressed his lips against yours. He sucked on your lips, enjoying the strawberry lip balm you put just before you entered the living room. Your hands gripped on his dual-colored hair, fingers entangled.

The soft kiss soon turned desperate, needy.

In, out, in, out - the synchronization of your lips.

The need for breath soon came and your lips parted from his.

“Well, that was something,” you said, laughing.

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[june-again]

as a friend.

-> NISHINOYA x GN!READER

prompt: "can i kiss you?" warnings/content: slight angst, kissing, 800w.

“All I need in life is pop tarts,” he explained enthusiastically as if he was describing gourmet food. “I can't believe I've never tried them until now. The texture — the flavour — the colours — everything is perfect.”

Laughter fell out of your mouth and you made a dubious face at him. No matter what mood you were in, he always managed to brighten up your day, and he often said you had the same effect on him. You were grateful you had called him today.

“So you're saying,” you summarized through giggles, “that as long as you can eat pop tarts every day, you don't care where you end up? Are you sure that's a good idea? It doesn't sound very healthy.”

“No, of course not. I need a fancy toaster for them. Maybe a toaster oven. Do they still make toaster ovens?”

“I'm sure they do.” You smiled at the thought of Nishinoya learning how to use a toaster oven. “And then will you be satisfied?”

He paused, looking into his screen. You thought for a second that he might be about to say something deep. “Not until… I try every flavour.”

You laughed again, admiring his proud expression. You both went quiet for a second.

“Thanks for cheering me up, Noya,” you said softly.

He smiled. “Of course.”

“I guess that's what friends are for, hey?”

“Uh— yeah! Um. Friends. We're friends?”

Your chest tightened. Did he not like hanging out with you? Did he not even see you as even that? Yes, it had only been a few weeks and you didn’t really talk about what kind of relationship you had, but you assumed it was clear that you weren’t strangers anymore. “Yeah, aren't we?”

He seemed to recover from his momentary funk, showing you a smile. “Yes! Sorry, I don’t know why I reacted like that.” He laughed nervously. “Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow at school, okay?”

“Okay, sounds good! Thanks again for talking with me, Noya!”

“See you!”

You tried not to overthink it. The last half hour talking to him had been so much fun after an especially emotionally difficult day. And if you hadn’t made that comment — you would probably still feel lighter. But now you felt dragged down again. Had that offended him in some way? Maybe he wasn’t as trusting as he appeared. Maybe you’d read everything wrong. That wasn’t especially uncommon for you, but… Noya was usually so easy to read and be around.

He continued to act strange at school and you were sure you’d said something wrong now. He really didn’t even see you as a friend? And you were out here falling in love with him.

Should you say something? Or would that make things worse?

You should apologize for making an assumption. You must have made him uncomfortable — and he deserved everything you could give him, including this.

It was terribly difficult to get Nishinoya alone. He seemed not to want to be alone with you, and you couldn’t blame him after the other day. But you finally outright asked him to talk to you for a second.

“Is everything okay? You seem down,” he observed, following you around the corner.

“I’m fine, Noya. I just wanted to apologize for calling us friends when you obviously don’t see us that way.”

His mouth fell open and you coud have sworn you saw a vivid blush on his cheeks. “I didn’t know it was that obvious.”

It felt like a stab to the chest. “I’ll stop bothering you as much. I’m really sorry for assuming.”

Something passed over his face and he frowned, tilting his head. “Wait. I’m confused. Is the fact that I like you really making you hate me? I know you said we were just friends the other day but—”

“Wait, Noya, now I’m confused too,” you said, smiling frantically. “Are — hm? Did I — do you really like me?”

He nodded quickly. “You are absolutely gorgeous and I love being with you. Yes, I like you.”

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to form a response. “So you don’t hate me.”

“No.”

“But I like you,” you finally said.

Nishinoya’s eyes lit up as he processed this. “Wait, so—” The two of you stared at each other for a second, both trying to grasp the situation.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, obviously trying to hold back a grin. He was studying your face very carefully. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, and he didn’t hesitate to pull your face to his. And he was a nice kisser, hands on either side of your face. He was obviously smiling against you. Butterflies erupted in you and you kissed him back, one hand finding its way to his shoulder.

“No,” he explained afterwards, a smug expression on his face. “I don’t see you as a friend. You’re different. I’m in love with you.”

AN: goodbye. i am so in love with Noya. send help.

NAVIGATION

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[lostcoves]

a little piece of mochi

ft. akaashi keiji

word count: 0.5k

warnings: gn!reader, reader and akaashi are engaged and adopt a new kitten

“i want a cat.”

“but we have a perfectly good cat right here,” akaashi commented to you, holding up your pet cat miruku.

you snorted and affectionately patted miruku on the head, the cat purring happily against your hand, “i want another cat. a little friend for miruku.”

“can we afford another cat?” akaashi questioned to you, concerned but wanting to think ahead for the future.

“well.. i may or may not have been saving up money for this exact moment,” you confessed.

akaashi gave you a small smile, “you’re silly, very silly (y/n),” he stood up from the table and set miruku on the ground, “let’s go get another cat.”

you let out a squeal of delight and embraced your fiancé, “keiji! you are the best! i love you so much!”

“just promise me that i get to name the cat this time, okay?” akaashi asked of you with a gentle look in his eyes.

“deal, just make sure it’s a cute name.”

the two of you arrived at the local animal shelter and perused through the cats they had. it took all your energy not to adopt every single kitten and cat they had to offer. 

“they’re all so cute!” you exclaimed to akaashi, “picking just one is gonna be too hard! keiji, you pick.”

“okay..” akaashi looked around the playroom and his eyes fell on an orange kitten playing with a ball of yarn, “what about that one, (y/n)?”

you gasped, “oh my god they’re so cute!”

“you two interested in mochi?” one of the animal shelter workers approached the two of you, “she was born with a missing eye but she’s full of spirit and will make a lovely addition to your home.”

you wanted to cry at the thought of leaving the kitten at the shelter, “keiji, let’s get her. let’s take mochi home with us.”

“fine by me, honey,” akaashi gave you a kiss on the cheek, “whatever makes you happy, okay?”

you two took mochi home later that day and picked up all the supplies you would need for a new kitten. only one challenge remained, introducing mochi to miruku.

“be nice, okay?” you told miruku, as you set little mochi on the ground. mirkuku gave mochi a curious sniffle before purring, rubbing up against the orange kitten. the two of them got along swimmingly!

“looks like we have a new member of the family,” akaashi spoke aloud, smiling at the scene before him. you nodded excitedly, “two little fellas, our babies. i love them so much.”

“me too,” akaashi wrapped her arm around your waist, “i love you.”

“i love you more,” you commented.

“impossible,” akaashi chuckled before the two of you exchanged a sweet kiss.

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[denji-core]

〔 🌞 〕 clothes — ⊹

𖧷 - suna, kiyoomi, akaashi, matsukawa x gn!r

𖧷 - fluff; scenarios / a few curse words in suna & issei's, not proofread

𖧷 - wc. 848

𖧷 - an. issei, pls be real already </3

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suna

"is that my hoodie?" you freeze at the sound of suna's voice behind you and slowly turn around, "uhmm yes, do you want me to take it off?" he looks at you, almost offended. "i never said that, baby, was just wondering if it was mine." he grins at you, arms looping around your waist loosely. "but, you already know it's yours, rin." you look at him confused, urging him to get to his point already. "yeah that's true, i just wanted to hear you say you wearing my hoodie." "well in that case, yes rintaro, i am wearing your hoodie." he nods, chuckling, "i can see that, silly." he teases, "but no, don't take it off, you look too adorable, i wanna treasure this moment." "babe, i wear your clothes all the time..." "yeah i know, but something about this one is different." he hums, still thinking to himself, "rin?" "what?" "you're fucking weird." he laughs out loud at that, "yeah i know, but you still love me."

sakusa

sakusa doesn't mind when you wear his clothes, actually, he kinda likes it. and how could he not when you look so cute in them, like right now, you're lounging around in his sweater and sweats waiting for him to get home from practice so you can have the movie night you'd planned a few days prior. you perk up as soon as you hear his keys rattling outside, immediately going to greet him. "omi." "hi baby, let me change and we can-" he's cut off by you hugging him, "i missed you, omi." he drops his gym bag so he can wrap his arms around you, "missed you too, angel. let me get changed and we can start the movie okay?" he squeezes you before letting go, giving you a quick kiss. it's not long before you're both cuddling on the couch, waiting for the movie you'd both picked out to start, "you know, you look cute that sweatshirt of mine." he chuckles a bit, kissing your cheek before pulling you closer, "do i?" "mhm, might just have you keep the thing, think i like it better on you."

akaashi

don't get akaashi wrong, he loves when you wear his clothes, he thinks you look absolutely adorable- but, he'd be lying if he didn't notice his closet becoming... bare. "angel, we have to talk." as soon as you come into view his heart swells at the sight of you in one of his sweaters, god- how was he supposed to confront you like this? "keiji? what is it, baby?" your face looks kind of worried, truth be told you were, i mean how else are you supposed to feel when your partner tells you that you need to talk? he motions for you to come closer, which you do, now standing in between his legs as he sits on the couch. "i just..." he begins and though you urge him to go on, he decides he just can't do it. he can't confront over something like this. "i just wanted to tell you that i love you." you instantly relax, "baby, is that all you had to tell me?" he nods, looking you in the eye and you would've confronted him over his lie had he not looked nervous. "well, i love you too keiji. dunno why you had to scare me like that though, thought you were gonna tell me i couldn't wear your clothes anymore." you joke and he laughs extremely awkwardly, "haha yeah no, i would never!"

matsukawa

"i'm home, baby." issei's voice fills the apartment as he closes the door, and you're in front of him almost moments later, engulfing him in a hug immediately. "woah, gotta put my stuff down, hold on." he chuckles, tossing his keys on the table by the front door, as well as whatever else he had in his hands at the time, "you miss me this much?" he grins at you as you burry your face in his chest, that's when he notices the familiar blueish green hoodie he's so fond of. "baby-" his large, calloused hands cup your face as you look up at him, "hm?" "you looks so cute in my hoodie, did you know that?" your eyes widen, face heating up almost immediately, "oh shit- i... i mean to take it off before you got here. i know it's your favorite but i just missed you a lot and... it felt like you were hugging me when i put it on so... i'll take it off-" "hey, did you not hear me?" "hear you?" "yeah, i said you looked cute in it. so wear it as long as you want, i don't mind." hours go by and he's still thinking about why you put the sweatshirt on in the first place, his cheeks turn pink at the thought and he can't fight the smile on his face when he comes home the next day to you asleep on the couch in the same blueish-green sweatshirt.

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[shxyo-sho]

8:00 pm | bakugo k.

(gn!reader, no warnings, fluff, 310+ wrds)

↳ for teesumu's after you've read angst collab

Bakugo treads into his home, heavy eyes and heavier feet. He drops his bag by the door and continues his way farther into the house, wanting nothing more than to see you right now.

You had guessed he would be worn out from today's mission, having watched the entire thing while it was streamed live. You saw how hard and long he fought, how many lives he saved.

Which is why you were planning on pampering him tonight.

Well, that was the original plan but your husband always seemed to flip the switch.

That’s how you ended up in the bath with him, your back to his chest.

The warm water caressed you both, tiny suds of soap clinging to your tender skin. Bakugo gently runs his hands down your sides, pressing a light kiss to the bare of your back.

You listen as the water drains from the tub, now dressed in a soft white robe. You smear a face mask over his cheeks and forehead, listening as he tells you about his earlier mission.

“... and dumbass denki shocked me with his quirk!” he yelled, making sure to not move his head too much.

“you know he didn’t mean it ‘suki.”

He hummed as a reply, letting his hands settle on your waist as you stood over him. Concentration took over your features, your hands working to cover his skin with product.

“so when does this stuff dry?”

“in about fifteen minutes,” you answered, grabbing your hairbrush from the marble counter.

You started brushing through his blond locks, trying to be gentle when coming across knot. His breathing slowed as your fingers worked wonders through his hair.

“i love you.”

“’love you more katsuki.”

Bakugo didn’t like to be taken care of, he didn’t like being vulnerable. But he wouldn’t mind being pampered every once in a while, if it was with you.

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[mimi-cee-hq]

A Glimpse of Yellow: Suna x f!reader - Chapter 11

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Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (the relationships in the tags could be platonic or romantic :) )

Summary:

When the twins assumed you were dating Suna, he went along with it and you had no idea why.

Despite being Atsumu’s best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins’ antics when you were around.

So when you needed a way to escape from the twins’ interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.

Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.

Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it’s the shoujo type

Words: 2.1k

*****

"Tanuki! It's a tanuki!" A hushed voice came from the other side of the bush. The canopy of leaves hovering above Suna's head swayed in the breeze. Whose voice was that? It sounded familiar. Laying his phone on the grass, he shifted his weight and craned his head over the bushes.

He didn't expect to see his sister. Karin scampered towards the raccoon-dog and crouched down a few feet away from it. "You're right, Y/n! It is a tanuki!"

"Y/n?" Suna thought to himself. A maroon bow loosely wrapped around the collar of your shirt and the skirt sitting on your hips matched his own uniform. Suna squinted his eyes. He had seen you before.

"Quick! Take a picture!" you whispered to Karin.

"I'm trying!" she told you. "It's not swiping." Karin continued to thumb at her phone.

The tanuki ran off.

"No! Karin!" you said as you clutched her arm. "You missed it."

Karin sighed. "I thought we'd be able to get one this time."

"Maybe we can lure it in with your Tom Nook plushie," you suggested with a smirk. "They could be friends."

Suna crouched back down behind the bushes. Was he hearing things?

Karin was laughing.

He laid down onto the tall grass, its soft blades brushing against his face. After blinking a couple of times, his arms relaxed at his sides and a relieved sigh left his chest.

He had been worried about Karin.

Over the past few months, she didn't give their parents a reason for concern. She came home with a plastered smile, ate dinner and then went to her room. Muffled voices seeped through her door as she chatted with the friends she left at Nagoya.

Their calls became less frequent over time. Conversations reminded her of the gaping void in her life, of how she was missing out on birthday parties, first loves and other milestones.

Her bright yellow aura dimmed. She was in second year, so many of her classmates had their groups of friends. Karin often went on with her days alone.

"Did you want to come back here tomorrow?" you asked her. "It might be here again."

Suna's hand searched the grass for his phone. Maybe Karin could start a new scrapbook.

His phone caught a glimpse of you and Karin, but the preview image didn't quite focus. A twig snapped under your foot. You and Karin were walking towards him.

Suna scampered closer to the bush, holding his breath as the two of you walked by. You didn't see him. He relaxed his shoulders and fell back onto the grass.

He should've taken the picture faster.

*****

Suna watched as Osamu slumped on the gym floor. Ginjima tried to cheer him up. The last practice match went poorly and the amount of times Osamu spiked the ball out of bounds frustrated him.

"You useless piece of trash."

Suna tilted his head towards Atsumu. There he went as expected, although this was the first time Suna had witnessed just how tactless he could be.

"Any piece of trash that can't score with those sets should let someone else play already," Atsumu added.

Why you considered Atsumu your best friend was a concept Suna didn't understand. He didn't expect you to be childhood friends with the twins.

"Why you…," Osamu growled before kicking Atsumu to the ground. "Abusive tyrannical pig!"

Suna whipped out his phone. He was faster this time.

"You may be on your game, but there are days that we aren't," Osamu snapped at Atsumu.

Click.

"If I'm off my game, that's just what it means you stupid ass!" Osamu continued as he shook Atsumu's collar.

Click.

"Does wittle Atsumu-kun never make a mistake?"

"What's wrong with calling a piece of trash a piece of trash?"

Click.

The twins continued to argue as Suna checked the photos he took. This should be enough for now.

Suna browsed through his recent photos to see if any of them came out well. He came across a clear picture of the twins grabbing each other's shirts. Their faces looked hilarious.

He hit the share button and stared at his list of contacts. He forgot. He didn't have your phone number.

Suna sighed as he placed his phone back into his pocket.

He should get your number some day.

*****

A new school year had started, and this time, you were in Suna's class. You sat two desks away from him, but you remained indifferent to his existence.

Atsumu came by class 2-1 often, claiming he was bored back in his class. You didn't mind his visits on most days, but today, they asked about your crush. Suna had no clue you had one.

He tuned out most of your conversation as he organized his playlists. As he selected a few songs to move, he had a thought: what kind of music did you like?

“Oh shoot!” you said, abruptly standing up, chair legs grinding the floor. You stuffed your phone in your bag along with your notebooks and scattered pens.

“Where are you going?” Atsumu asked.

You pressed your lips together, pushing the items into your bag a little faster. You rushed for the door only to have Osamu blocking your path.

“You’re avoiding the question again,” Osamu commented.

Suna raised an eyebrow. Karin had mentioned she was going to the park today. "You didn't tell the twins?" He shrugged off that thought. Whatever the reason was didn't matter to him.

Suna took a glimpse at the clock. You were going to be late. Would Karin be disappointed?

“Osamu,” you said, “can you please just–”

“Y/n, let’s go,” Suna told you, rising from his seat.

You scrunched your eyebrows together, trying to make sense of his words.

“Well?" Suna asked you. "Didn’t you want to go?”

*****

Suna closed his social media app only to reopen it again. It was quiet in the hallway outside of his room. You had hung out with Karin in her room after dinner. Did you go home already?

He wished he could spend more time with both you and Karin. But not right now. Not when his own wants and feelings often complicated his relationships.

He refreshed the app. Nothing new showed up. Maybe he should finally download the game others kept recommending to him to distract himself.

A notification appeared on his phone. Someone had liked a photo he posted a week ago. He hadn't shared anything recently, not because he didn't have anything to post, but because he couldn't. What if you didn't hit the like button?

He dropped his phone next to him and covered his face with his palms. When did his feelings get so complicated? He didn't mind helping you out back when you had unresolved issues with Atsumu. He owed you. You helped relieve his guilt about coming to Inarizaki and even got Karin interested in volleyball again.

Suna hadn't talked to Karin much since the move. She was hurt and he blamed himself. Perhaps they could spend time with each other again now that she actually seemed better now. He fiddled with his phone. Would she cheer for him again?

The clock's red lights displayed 10:34pm. You must have gone home by now.

Suna turned the knob and saw you through the small gap. He began to pull the door back, but the creak caused you to turn your head towards the noise, making eye contact with him.

Your eyes grew, staring at him, then you quickly lowered them towards the floor. Suna's stomach tumbled and churned. He was familiar with this feeling.

He wanted to ask to walk you home. The guilt of distancing himself away from you gnawed at his gut. He didn't want you to lose him as a friend, but unfortunately, fear overpowered his guilt, fear that you'd eventually leave him for someone else. For someone better.

You walked away, your steps on the stairs echoing in his ears.

Just a bit more time. He'd get over you soon. He didn't want things to be awkward around you anymore.

He could be by your side again.

He just needed more time.

*****

Suna slid his crumpled gym bag out of his locker. The sweat that was on his forehead had now dried up. He was exhausted.

The twins were at the other side of the lockers, saying their goodbyes to their senpais as Suna opted to leave his gym clothes on, only changing out of his knee pads and volleyball shoes.

"Y/n's been going to the playground again," Osamu said.

"So?" Atsumu replied.

"You know…," Osamu said. "That one. The one she thinks we don't know about." A locker snapped shut. "Did you do something again?"

Suna stopped pulling off his shoe. Were you okay?

"Why do you always assume it's my fault?" Atsumu replied. A nylon tie zipped against a cotton shirt. He hummed to himself. "It's been a while since she's been there. Do you know what happened?"

"No clue."

Suna felt a pang in his stomach. It was because of him, wasn't it? He tightened his shoes, his fingers fumbling around the laces. They weren't tying.

"Should we send Aran again?" Atsumu asked. Another locker door closed. Suna's stomach dropped.

"Ha? Don't you mean Suna?" Osamu replied.

Suna bit his lip. Choosing him wasn't any better. His laces were done now. He just needed to leave before–

"Oy! Suna!" Atsumu marched over to Suna's side of the lockers. "Go cheer up Y/n like a good boyfriend!" he instructed, pointing his index finger at him.

Suna gripped his gym bag. He took a deep breath and adjusted his shoulder strap. "I can't," he muttered, his eyes shifting away from Atsumu. Maybe he should go through the other door.

"Ha?" Osamu raised his brow, joining in on the conversation. "Why not?"

Suna stepped towards the exit, walking past the twins. Osamu placed a hand on his shoulder.

Suna whacked it away. Osamu was taken aback from his reaction, stuttering over his words.

"I said I can't," Suna repeated.

Atsumu's eyes narrowed as he clenched his teeth. "Oy," he said in a low voice. "What did you do to her?"

Ha. So Atsumu could catch on if he wanted to. "It's none of your business," Suna muttered.

Atsumu snatched his collar. Suna's bag dropped to the ground as the shirt tugged against the back of his neck. Suna glared down at Atsumu. Tch. Why did he have to get involved?

"What did you do?" Atsumu raised his voice.

"Nothing," Suna replied. "I didn't do anything." It was true. He didn't do anything. He was avoiding you.

"Then go and figure out how to make Y/n feel better."

"You can't do it yourself?" Suna snapped.

"Her boyfriend should be going!"

"I'm not her boyfriend."

"What?" Atsumu asked with a sharpness in his tone.

Tch. Suna didn't mean to say that.

"Ha!" Atsumu exclaimed. He continued to laugh, not noticing the appalled expression he got from Osamu. "What the heck is going on?" He turned to Suna and stared him down, still holding on to his collar. "Oy. Just what kind of trash breaks up with Y/n all of a sudden?"

You didn't tell Atsumu yet. Why did his tongue have to slip? It wasn't his place to explain to him that it was all fake.

Suna grabbed Atsumu's arm and whipped his hand off of his gym shirt before bending down to pick up his bag.

"Y/n should've stuck to liking Aran," Atsumu scoffed at him.

Suna clenched his fist. "Don't do anything stupid." He exhaled through his nose and relaxed his hand to pick up his bag again.

He approached the exit with the gym bag by his side. His hand turned the knob.

"Y/n doesn't need trash like you."

Smack.

Atsumu stumbled a few steps back, hand covering his cheek. His eyes widened before he gritted his teeth at Suna.

"Mind your own business," Suna slowly enunciated, stressing each word. He didn't need Atsumu to tell him you didn't need him. He already knew that.

Suna turned away from him, ignoring his yells and snide remarks. Osamu scuffled with him, frantically trying to hold him down.

"Atsumu! Stop!" Osamu called after him.

Suna glanced back. A fist came at him.

Thud.

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*****

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Please Take Care of Me - Kunimi x f!reader

Summary: Kunimi doesn't like running, but he'll do it for you.

Genres and other tags: fluff, pre-relationship, flirting, banter, a bit of enemies to lovers, manager!reader, second year!Kunimi

Words: 767

Warnings: none

*****

"What are you writing?" Kunimi asked you.

He stood beside you in the empty hallway, hands in his pockets. His tone didn't reveal much curiosity, but he leaned against you as he looked over your shoulder.

You yawned, stretching your arms out in front of you as you held your notebook and pencil.

"That you came late for conditioning practice again," you told him.

The rest of his teammates had already gone a few laps through the school hallways and headed down the stairs. It was dark and snowy outside. The sun hadn't even risen yet. Kunimi hated winter.

"Coach should've cancelled practice with all the snow outside," he said, scrunching his nose and twisting his lips.

"Did you forget that volleyball is an indoor sport?" you told him with a smirk.

You checked your watch. You had bought it when you had become their manager.

"You should've come earlier," you said. With your pencil, you pointed at his volleyball shoes. "It also doesn't take fifteen minutes to switch out of your boots."

Kunimi grumbled as you scribbled a fifteen next to his name.

"You'd better start running or else it'll be a twenty," you added.

"Have you been keeping track this whole time?" he said with a scowl, hands still in his pockets. "Coach didn't even do that last year."

"Of course I have to," you replied. "Who's going to make sure you don't slack off?" The team's attendance records filled the loose paper fastened to the front page of your notebook. "It's all in here."

"Really?" he asked. He held out his hand and you gave him the sheet. After pretending to look at it, he dashed off.

With the paper in hand.

"Kunimi! Get back here!" you shouted as you ran after him.

At first, his expression displayed an indifference to your yells. Yet a tiny grin grew on his face before he turned around to stick his tongue out at you.

"Ugh! Kunimi! You idiot!"

He finally stopped after a few minutes, but only after rounding the corner and running down a flight of stairs. You cursed his long legs. He was too fast. You smacked him with your notebook before plopping onto the bottom step of the stairs.

"I hope you're ready to make up the time after school," you said out of spite as you caught your breath.

"At least cut my time in half if you make me only run on the stairs again," he told you, squatting in front of you.

"You should have thought of that before you came in late," you said between shallow breaths. "Besides, we need to make sure you're in good condition for the next tournament."

Kunimi didn't like you at first. You were too stubborn, too loud, too annoying. And yet…

"Hey Y/n," he told you.

You raised your brows. "What is it this time?"

Months ago, he had been dumbfounded when you had laid down a trail of salted caramel candies in front of him, claiming you had heard it worked like catnip. (Did you really think he was that simple-minded?)

You had let him lie on your shoulder in class when sleep-deprivation had taken over. (Although the first time that had happened, you had smacked the back of his head.)

You had placed new knee pads in his locker when the elastics in his old ones had become brittle and worn. (You really shouldn't have written his name on them if you had wanted it to be a secret. He could recognize your handwriting anywhere.)

"Could you be our manager again next year?" Kunimi asked you nonchalantly. You had only planned to help out this year to help support Yahaba as captain.

You scratched the back of your head. "I guess I have to," you said as you took his hand to help you up. "Who else would make sure you're not late?"

"Pfft," he snickered into the back of his hand. "Please continue taking care of me, Miss Manager."

You widened your eyes before blinking a few times. Looking away, you clutched onto the notebook in one hand as you continued to hold Kunimi's in the other.

"Okay," you told him, eyes avoiding his gaze. "I will."

A blush formed on Kunimi's cheeks, not at all expecting your reaction. His eyes darted away from you. The halls were still empty.

He wanted to ask you to take care of him for years to come. But not right now.

He wanted to savour this moment a little longer as his fingers were intertwined between yours.

*****

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A Glimpse of Yellow: Suna x f!reader - Chapter 9

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Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (the relationships in the tags could be platonic or romantic :) )

Summary:

When the twins assumed you were dating Suna, he went along with it and you had no idea why.

***

Despite being Atsumu’s best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins’ antics when you were around.

So when you needed a way to escape from the twins’ interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.

Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.

Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it’s the shoujo type

Words: 2.0k

*****

You bit your lip as your eyes darted around the classroom. Students shuffled from their desks, milling around the room before streaming into the hallway. You let out a breath when you saw Suna still at his desk, chatting with Osamu.

"I shouldn't be your boyfriend."

Your shoulders sagged as you remembered Suna's words. Why did he say that? Surely he only meant that you should stop pretending to date. You continued to remind yourself of this, but the knot in your stomach was stubborn; it didn't want to go away.

You knew that there wasn't any point to continuing this charade. You had already resolved things with Atsumu, so you didn't need Suna's help any more. But why did he have to say it like that? Otherwise, you would've given the gift to him that very day.

Things had also gotten busier for the both of you. Tests seemed to come all around the same time and both of your teams were getting ready for the preliminaries. Despite that, you had often tried to catch him after classes only to glance to your left and see an empty desk.

You felt as if there was a rift between the two of you, one that made its way unnoticed. Was pretending to date the only thing holding the two of you together? Was that all your relationship amounted to?

You shrugged off those thoughts, telling yourself they weren't true. The two of you had fun together, playing volleyball, grabbing after school snacks, watching videos together on his phone, and listening to his latest playlist. You gripped your yellow gift bag once again and glanced at Suna's desk.

Osamu's eyes perked up when he saw yours longing after Suna. "I think Y/n wants to talk to you," he said with a smirk. "Don't take too long and have Kita mark you as late." He gave Suna a nudge before he left the classroom.

You took a few steps and stood beside his desk, fidgeting with the edge of your uniform.

"Hey," you told him, taking small glances at him.

"Hey," Suna said. He didn't look up at you, busying himself with packing his belonging.

"How have you been?" you asked softly. You bit your tongue once you heard your own words. "Why did you say it like that?" you scolded yourself. "Now it sounds like you haven't seen each other in years."

Suna stopped putting his textbook into his bag but didn't give an answer either. He let out a sigh before saying, "I'm alright."

"Oh." You lowered your eyes and stared at his desk. "That's good to hear." Shifting your weight, you asked, "So you got practice today?"

"Yeah." Suna didn't add anything else.

You frowned as you took a peek at his face. "Why is this so hard? It feels as if I'm starting from scratch again… Back to when he was just another guy on the boys' volleyball team."

Ding.

You had a notification on your phone. It was from Suna. You raised your brow at him and he held up his phone prompting you to check his message.

"Pfft." It was a picture of Atsumu yelling at Osamu while his hair and clothes were drenched in water.

"That happened last year," Suna told you. "Atsumu had kept complaining that it was too hot."

You snorted out a laugh, surprised that Suna had caught this on camera. You wished you had thought to capture moments like these as well.

"You can use this as blackmail if you want," Suna added nonchalantly. "I haven't posted that one yet." He took a quick glance at your smile before putting the textbook in his bag.

His shoulders hung as he stared into his bag. "Did you–" Suna stopped mid-sentence and turned his head away from you. He shrugged his bag onto his shoulder. "I should get going."

Before he could leave, you snatched his hand. You didn't want him to go yet – not when you haven't talked to him in so long.

But at first contact, he yanked his hand out of yours.

You both froze. Suna widened his eyes while your hands were still suspended in front of you. His mouth opened slightly as if he was going to say something but he instead bit his lip and clenched his hand.

He left the room.

The pit in your stomach deepened and strength left your arms. You bit your lip to steel your expression. There were too many people around.

What had just happened?

*****

Bump. Set.

The team started off with a few drills to warm up, peppering being one of them. Suna stood several feet away from Atsumu as they took turns receiving, tossing and spiking the ball to each other. He could hear his teammates calling for the ball as they practiced with their partners.

His eyes lit up after taking a glance at the stands.

Spike.

"Suna!"

Atsumu noticed that he wasn't watching the ball but it was too late because his arm was already in the middle of its swing. The ball hit Suna's head and went towards the wall to the side.

Atsumu froze, not knowing how to react. Kita and Ginjima had also witnessed the hit, being right next to them.

Suna blinked a couple of times as they stared at him. "I'm alright," he said. "It wasn't that hard anyway."

"Pfft.” Ginjima couldn't help but laugh.

Atsumu grimaced at him. "We're just warming up!" he yelled, directing his index finger at Ginjima. "Of course I didn't hit it that hard!" When he didn't stop laughing, Atsumu snapped. "I'll spike your head off the next time I serve at you!"

Suna's lips faked a smile, but even that disappeared as he stared blankly at the gym floor. He thought he had seen you in the stands. You weren't coming; he had stopped himself from asking you.

He had never thought to invite you before because you would often see each other during your walks together. But now that he had decided to stop, his eyes often scanned the stands.

He sighed because he recognized this feeling, recalling his last middle school tournament. She never showed up. But this was different. You never came to watch in the first place, yet this somehow felt worse. Was it possible to miss something that never happened?

Suna went to pick up the stray ball when Aran entered his peripheral as he practiced with Osamu. He shifted his eyes away before taking a slow pace back to Atsumu.

You went over to Aran's house often. You even befriended his brother. That didn't surprise Suna but it had left a sour taste in his mouth the day he saw you chatting with Aran.

He needed to get a hold of his feelings. It pained him to see your stunned face when he had pulled away from you. He had shared that photo of Atsumu with you to cheer you up only for his efforts to be in vain. He didn't want you to suffer from losing a friend because of his own feelings. He only needed some time to compose himself. Just a bit more time.

If he kept running into you, he didn't know what he'd do. He didn't want to find out.

*****

"Thank you very much!" you told the lady at the register as she handed you your chicken skewers. The paper bag holding them was smaller than usual. There were only two pieces today instead of four.

You had been studying in the school library for the upcoming test. You had no idea how you'd pass. Sighing, you knew this wasn't the time to be worrying about Suna either.

The sun had turned the sky orange and a passing train blocked your path. You smirked, remembering the last time you were stuck waiting for the train, but right now, it seemed like Suna was the one avoiding you.

It shocked you when Suna flinched and swiped his hand away. You didn't understand why he reacted that way. Did he want to make it clear that you weren't pretending to date anymore?

You felt knots in your stomach again. You didn't even know why he went along with that fake relationship in the first place. Was he bored and thought it would be fun to play along? Did he think you were a bother now? What if he was just trying to make someone else jealous. What if it was a dare.

You were doubting him. You felt horrible about it. He hadn't shown himself to be the kind of guy who'd treat you this way, but you couldn't think of any other explanation. Maybe you didn't really know him and viewed him through rose-coloured glasses.

You bit your lip as you rubbed your eye with the back of your fingers. What were you supposed to do now?

A familiar row of picnic tables came into your view. You weren't even walking in the right direction. But you noticed a purple bicycle and you raised your brow. You saw Karin wearing a yellow scrunchie in her hair as she swung her legs on the swing.

"And then my art teacher forgot to bring the…," Karin's voice trailed off but stopped when she noticed you weren't listening as you sat in the swing beside her. She dragged her feet in the sand to stop the momentum, and pulled out her phone, swiping her thumb.

"Y/n, look!" she said, holding her phone out to you. "Hana-chan showed me her hamster during Golden week. Isn't she cute?"

Any other day you would have been excited to watch the video with her. Instead, you gave her a weak smile to at least show you appreciated the effort.

"Hey. Maybe you should come over to my house!" she suggested. "Let me teach you something this time!" She nudged you with a smile.

"Is that alright?" you asked, not minding the distraction. "I don't want to impose."

"Of course it is!" she replied. "My mom loved it whenever I brought my friends over. They came over all the time! She'd be excited to meet you!"

After you told your mom about your plans, Karin clung onto your arm and marched you to her house.

"I'm home!" Karin announced as she opened the door. "I brought a friend!"

Her mom step out of the kitchen to greet you.

"I'm in the middle of a call right now," she told you and Karin as she covered the phone. "I'll properly greet you when I finish up here, but make yourself at home."

As you removed your shoes, you noticed a pair of heels with some men's shoes lying on their side. A gym bag flopped next to them. Looking up, a tall house plant hunched over at the bottom of the stairs and a pair of black socks didn't quite make its way up the steps. One hung off the edge of the staircase.

"We can wait upstairs in my room," Karin told you.

Once there, you didn't expect to see posters and posters of the same group of four boys plastered on her walls.

"I knew you liked them but it's a little different seeing it in person," you commented.

"But you know this guy right?" Karin said, pointing to the one with black hair on the poster. "He's the second lead in that drama right now!"

You squinted your eyes before smirking. He did look a little familiar.

"Where's the bathroom?" you asked Karin.

"It's right across the stairs."

As you made your way there, you passed by a bookshelf with a half-finished knitting project, a mug full of paint brushes, and a few small cardboard boxes. You also couldn't miss the large stuffed Hello Kitty beside the bathroom door.

You placed a hand on the knob when, to your left, you heard a door click open.

Turning to the sound, your heart soared and sank at the same time. You forgot how to breathe.

"Rintarou! Karin! Dinner's ready!"

:D

*****

Chapter 10 ›

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Laundry Days - Aran x f!reader

Summary: Three times you picked up his underwear and one time you missed doing it.

Genres, other tags: fluff, slice of life, humour, meet cute, domestic fluff, not suggestive lol, married under 25, neighbours to married lovers ;)

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: manga spoiler

This is for @neoheros & @coophi's 2021 Summer Haikyuu!! Writing contest. (Okay I'm pretty shy at first so it feels a little scary to tag you two but here's my piece.) I was going for the married under 25 prompt but ended up doing neighbours to lovers too. :D

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*****

A few articles of clothing spilled out of the dryer and onto your feet. Oops. Your neighbour must have forgotten them. You should've checked first.

Your own damp clothes sat inside the washing machine next to it, waiting for their turn to enter the dryer. It wasn't possible now.

You sighed, retrieving the phone from your pocket and scrolling until you saw the name of the neighbour who lived a floor below you.

Ojiro Aran.

You were sure this was the right person after a second look at your texting history. Who'd bring the garbage to the curb, where the lawnmower was kept, and keeping the duplex's stairway clear were some of the conversations you had with him.

You had yet to meet the guy, but he seemed amicable enough.

After shooting him a text, you thought to give him a call instead. Perhaps he'd think a phone call was strange. However, your clothes were damp and you shouldn't leave them for long. Was he even home?

You sighed. Crouched down, you returned the clothes on the floor back into the machine. A scarf, several socks, and a knit hat made their way back inside. But what was this?

Underwear. Men's underwear.

You scrunched your nose as you lifted it from the cold, tile floor. Was that a hole in it?

Click.

"Sorry I just saw your text!" a tall, dark-skinned man blurted out as soon as the door was unlocked.

"Oh! It's alright! I only texted you a few minutes ago!" you quickly explained, waving your hands in front of you.

You shouldn't have done that. The underwear was hanging from your hand.

"Ummm…" Aran scratched his cheek, eyes retreating from you.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" you spat out, tossing the incriminating object to him. "It just fell out of the dryer when I opened it so I went to pick it up!"

Once in his hands, he recognized it as the one with the seam coming undone. "I… umm… should probably have thrown this one out."

"Umm… yeah… you probably should." Those words slipped off your tongue before you could catch them.

"I- I guess I'll go now," Aran said hastily.

He shut the door.

You let out a breath. That was awkward. Heat continued to linger in your body and you weren't sure who was more embarrassed by the encounter.

Wait. His clothes were still in the dryer. Did you dare ask him back?

The door slowly creaked open and Aran peeked his head into the room.

"I forgot something, didn't I?" Aran sheepishly asked.

"Yeah." The corners of your mouth lifted into a smile. "Yeah, you did."

"I'm Aran by the way."

"Y/n."

You never thought this would be how you'd meet your future husband.

*****

The office chair in your apartment was a comfortable spot for folding clothes. The webcam caught your face as you chatted with Aran whose image filled the monitor.

You smiled. Your husband was winding down after a long day with the team and decided to check up on you.

"I'm alright," you told Aran. "I miss you though."

"I literally just saw you yesterday!" he said. "I miss you too."

After that fateful yet awkward encounter with him in that laundry room two years ago, you had run into each other more frequently at the front doors of your duplex. Your classes ended at similar times four out of your five school days. You were surprised he even started a conversation with you. You wouldn't have been able to bear the embarrassment. Fast forward to a confession, a kiss and a rock-embedded ring, and you got a small, snowy wedding during winter break.

It was back to the books for you now, and you dreaded it. Chores seemed much better, easier. Plus doing them for your newly-wedded husband? You got giddy about that.

You quirked your brow, lifting a familiar piece of clothing from the basket.

"Hey, I thought you threw this one out," you mentioned to Aran, dangling his underwear in front of the camera.

"I did! That's, uh, probably a different one."

"Just how old are these?"

"Hey! Wait a moment! Are you folding clothes?"

You avoided the eyes on the screen. "Maybe."

"You have your paper due in a few days! I told you I was going to do it after flying back home."

"I know…"

Aran's eyes narrowed at you, a trademark expression of his. "You're procrastinating again, aren't you?" His tone implied disapproval.

"But I'm still being productive!"

"Y/n…"

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Your foot pushed the basket away, sliding it across the floor. Maybe you could fold them after you hung up.

Aran must have read your mind. "Show me what the laundry bin looks like."

You groaned. He saw right through you. Complying, you removed the clipped webcam off the monitor and directed it at the pile of unfolded clothes.

"It better be like that when I get home."

"Alright," you said with a pout.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Must he stop you from doing chores? They were a simple reminder you were married to him, as if the gold on your finger wasn't enough to show you.

You were his wife.

A smile snuck into your lips whenever that thought crossed your mind. The honeymoon phase was a peculiar, strange, lovely stage.

Yet it was fleeting.

*****

You groaned as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Aran's white track pants hung off the counter, the red t-shirt he got for free from first year college laid on top, and of course his underwear, which likely went through hundreds of washes, remained on the floor.

Great.

You rubbed your temples, your headache getting worse by the minute. It was Saturday morning, and Aran, who was nowhere to be seen, had left his mess behind.

I'll clean it up later, he would tell you. You knew his mother had spoiled him, always picking up after him. You understood why he was like this, but why couldn't he just start doing it now?

"Do you have this problem?" you asked your friend through your wireless headset.

"What problem?" she asked.

"Does your husband always leave laundry around on the floor?" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Aran never picks up after himself."

She laughed. You weren't sure if it was because you were a young, amateur wife or if she understood all too well.

Knowing her, probably a bit of both.

"Okay two things."

You listened.

"One, don't say always or never. That's lying."

"I'm not lying," you snapped back at her. You began to regret asking her.

"Are you sure he never picks it up and always leaves it on the floor?"

You left no comment.

"Exactly."

"Okay fine, but that still doesn't solve the problem. If only he just did it, it would solve everything–"

"Number two," she interrupted.

You groaned at her and she gave an amused snort in return.

"If you weren't picking up his underwear, it means he's dead."

You were aghast.

"You know I'm right."

Still aghast.

"What? No husband, no mess."

"I can't believe I asked you for advice."

"But it's true."

"Ugh," was all you could utter. She had several years more of marriage experience than you, yet you didn't want to acknowledge it.

You hung up the phone after you finished deciding today's outing with her, but you hadn't addressed the issue in front of you. Your head throbbed again.

Sighing, you picked up the underwear.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and you dipped your head into the hallway. Aran shuffled grocery bags through the door and into the kitchen. He yawned, placing the milk, eggs, and other items into the fridge.

A familiar coffee brand peeked out of a bag on the floor. Right. You didn't have your coffee yet because there wasn't any left.

You wrapped your arms around Aran and relaxed against his broad back.

"I can't put the food away like this," he said with a chuckle.

"You left your clothes in the bathroom again."

"Oh shoot!" He dropped a bag and started towards the bathroom but you tightened your grip on him.

"I put them away already," you told him. His body relaxed and he caressed your arm around his waist.

The honeymoon phase was a fleeting phase, novel tasks turned mundane, but your love for him grew deeper still.

*****

Aran was away again, this time at Tokyo in preparation for the Olympics. He eagerly called you during breaks, wishing to see his favourite person – although your hands were full as well.

"I miss you," he told you, his smile displayed on the screen.

"And I miss picking up your underwear," you told him with a smirk.

Like clockwork, he narrowed his eyes at you with a comeback. "Why don't you say you miss me like a normal person?"

"Because I'm your wife. I'm special," you told him as he rolled his eyes. "I wish I could be there though."

"You wouldn't be able to spend that much time with me anyway," he said. "Besides, one of us needs to stay home."

"I know." You smiled.

"I gotta go," he said as Atsumu yelled in the background. Aran blew a kiss at you.

You snorted. How cheesy. You returned the kiss anyway.

Hearing a mischievous squeal behind you, you told him, "I gotta go too."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

After you hung up, you turned around and sighed. A soggy wet diaper sagged on the floor and the little guy jumping in the crib giggled at you as if he did the funniest thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes and smiled before picking up the diaper.

"Alright kid. Let's put a diaper back on you and wash your sheets."

*****

I hope you liked it. This is a little different from what I usually write but I hope you still enjoyed it!

I blame Aran's current concern for giving me this idea along with the person who suggested I write Aran fluff. (As well as the seasoned wife I know who told her husband, "If I wasn't picking up your underwear, it means you're dead." lolll.)

I hope you stick around my blog to check out my other works! My current work in progress is a fake dating Suna series. I can't believe we're on chapter 10!

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[mimi-cee-hq]

A Glimpse of Yellow: Suna x f!reader - Chapter 8

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Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (the relationships in the tags could be platonic or romantic :) )

Summary:

When the twins assumed you were dating Suna, he went along with it and you had no idea why

*

Despite being Atsumu’s best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins’ antics when you were around.

So when you needed a way to escape from the twins’ interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.

Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.

Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it’s the shoujo type

Words: 2.3k

*****

Atsumu placed a plastic cup of bubble tea in front of you on the picnic table. Looking up from your phone, you raised your brow at him. He crossed his arms and grimaced, avoiding eye contact.

"I didn't know you liked bubble tea," you said with a smirk. "Actually with that face, I'd think you hated it."

"I know I suck at apologizing, okay?" Atsumu sighed as he scratched his head.

You placed the straw in the cup and slurped up the cool drink, perfect for the hot summer day. "I'd say you've improved," you commented with a smile.

"Osamu forbade me from talking to you about volleyball."

"And… you're listening to him?" you said, raising an eyebrow.

"For this… yeah." He fiddled with his fingers before letting his shoulders drop.

The aftermath from your argument wasn't as bad as you imagined. It sucked that it came to a point to where you were in tears, but after the mess settled down, you almost felt relieved. All the scenarios that played in your mind, afraid to break down from his criticisms, didn't feel like a big deal now that it was done and over with. You were even able to be more open with him. But you couldn't deny that knowing Osamu had punched him in the gut not once but twice helped you feel a little better.

You were still worried that Atsumu's words would hurt you from time to time. Osamu told you that you should just punch him yourself if his stupid brother wasn't getting it again. Atsumu had to cool it while you had to be willing to be open with how you were feeling. For this friendship to last, that's what you both had to do.

"It's just that… with volleyball," Atsumu continued. "I dunno. I've spent so much time teaching you that I feel like it just went to waste."

You widened your eyes, staring at his downcast gaze. Turning back at your drink, you began to stir it with the straw. "Thanks Atsumu," you looked away from him, slightly embarrassed. You remembered the hours and days he spent teaching you. "It wasn't a waste though."

The breeze played with Atsumu's hair. He pointed his eyes at your drink. "Suna mentioned a few days ago you liked that bubble tea. Is that a new thing?" he asked. "We've never gotten that flavour before."

You saw Karin dismounting from her purple bicycle, making her way over to the picnic tables. Gesturing in her direction, you said, "That's the girl I've been teaching. She got me to try this one. It's her favourite."

Atsumu turned around to see Karin locking up her bicycle at the bike rack. He raised an eyebrow. "Does she have the potential to go pro or something?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you teaching her?"

"Why did you teach me?"

Atsumu blinked a few times before his eyes softened. You had asked him to teach you and he was excited to share volleyball with you.

"Karin didn't say much, but it seemed like she had this love-hate relationship with volleyball," you told him, waving to her as she walked over to you. "When I first told her I played on the school team, she got excited but went quiet right after. I was surprised when she asked me to learn it."

Karin hurried over to the picnic tables, but when she saw you had company, she shuffled her feet a little slower. "That was weird," you thought to yourself, raising your brow. "She's usually excited to see a new face." You let out a sigh. It would've been nice if Suna came along one day.

"Umm… Y/n-nee-san…," she said breathlessly. "Who's that?" She peeked up at Atsumu through her lashes.

Atsumu sat on the picnic table, glancing at you, expecting an introduction.

"This is Miya Atsumu," you told her.

"Is he your boyfriend?" she blurted out.

"Ew! No!" you replied while cringing.

Atsumu had also flinched at the question before letting out a laugh. "No. She has a boyfriend. Finally." He turned to look at you. "I couldn't stand your crush phase."

"You have a boyfriend?" Karin asked. You went stiff at her question. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Oh. Uh oh. What were you supposed to do? Should you keep up with the lie that Suna was your boyfriend? The corners of your mouth fell. It was a lie.

"I'll tell you about him later," you quickly explained to her.

You sighed as you glanced at the yellow gift bag beside you. You weren't able to catch Suna after classes today. You were hoping to give it to him a couple of days ago at their practice, but for obvious reasons that didn't happen.

However, you did wonder why Suna wasn't there. You thought of him first during Atsumu's outburst, remembering all the other times he had stepped in – intentionally or not.

When did you start relying on him?

You began to trace circles on the picnic table with your finger. "Where does he live?" you asked yourself before shaking your head from the thought. Going to his house would be too much just to give him this silly gift of yours.

Karin nudged your side, interrupting your thoughts. "Nee-san," she whispered. "Does Miya-senpai have a girlfriend?"

Your eyes shot wide open. "Oh no. You do not want to have a crush on him," you exclaimed a little too loudly. Atsumu heard it.

"Hey! Why not?!" he protested.

"That's not how you're supposed to react! You're gonna get her hopes up!"

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

"Huh? Why not?" Karin asked you.

"Ughh," you groaned. She looked at you expectantly. You certainly didn't want this cinnamon roll to be influenced by Miya Atsumu.

*****

You walked down the dimly lit school hallway, returning from a shortened volleyball practice. Still wearing your gym clothes, you smiled to yourself. Practice went well today. Your coach put you in as the main setter for the team drills today, which didn't happen very often.

When you opened the classroom door, the sole person inside flinched at the sound.

"Hm? What are you still doing here?" you asked. Your eyes lit up and your mouth grew into a wide grin.

Suna didn't say anything; his expression didn't reveal much either. He only rubbed the back of his neck.

"Alright," you said, giving him a teasing smile. "I can tell when you don't want to tell me something."

You had left your backpack hanging on the chair at your desk. Opening it up, you dropped in your knee pads.

"You did well today," Suna commented, breaking the silence in the room.

You paused, your bag halfway to your shoulder. "What was he talking about?" you wondered, turning to him with furrowed brows.

Suna began to leave the classroom, his eyes lowered to the ground.

"Oh!" you exclaimed. "Did you watch our practice?"

Suna stopped at the door before giving you a small nod.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you said with a smile. "Then we could've walked together! We haven't done that in a while."

You slung your bag over your shoulder, meeting him at the door. You had a little skip in your step as you walked down the hall together. When you approached the front doors of the school, you pursed your lips. It was raining outside.

You stood under the roof over the school doors. You didn't bring an umbrella. You turned to Suna expectantly.

"What?" he asked.

Dropping your shoulders, you told him, "Never mind." You looked up at the grey sky, the clean rain air filling your nose. The lighting changed into a yellow hue. You turned to Suna to see a yellow umbrella over your heads.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" you asked with a smirk.

Suna only shrugged as he handed the umbrella for you to hold. He was about to walk off, but you caught his arm.

"Where are you going?" you told him, holding onto his arm. "You're going to get wet." You could hear the pitter patter against the umbrella as his eyes grew. Smiling, you said, "Let's go together, Suna."

He hunched under the umbrella as you walked together, both of you trying not to get wet.

"I don't think this umbrella is meant for two people," you commented with a laugh.

"That's why I was going to give it to you."

"But what about you?"

"I'll live," he said, shrugging. "I couldn't care less."

Raindrops slipped off the umbrella and dripped on the side of his shirt. You felt your own sleeve becoming moist. "Let's just stay like this. I can manage a cold shoulder," you told him. "It's better than having you soaked in the rain by yourself."

The raindrops suddenly fell faster, pelting against the umbrella.

"I think we're both going to get soaked now," Suna nonchalantly mentioned. "Even with the umbrella."

You didn't reply, tugging him to move a little faster, rushing to find shelter. It wasn't easy avoiding all of those puddles while holding the umbrella between the two of you. Your feet were still somehow dry and you wanted to keep it that way.

Suna grabbed your arm and pulled you under an awning. You relaxed your shoulders and released your breath. "Thanks Suna."

He closed the umbrella, and when he glanced back at you, you reached out your hand. Your fingers pushed aside a few strands of his hair, your hand brushing his forehead in the process.

Suna fixed his eyes on you. You could see the details of his irises, in awe of their colour. Your heart began to beat faster, captivated by his yellow eyes.

He raised his hand to cover your own, scrunching his brows together. "Y/n, I..."

The automatic doors slid open behind you, snapping you out of your trance. Your heart thumped even faster. "Oh hey!" you blurted out. "Let's go check out this store."

You rushed into the building, cheeks burning. "What was that?" you asked yourself, legs pacing past the entrance. "Since when have I…"

When you finally stopped walking, you found yourself between some bananas and apples. You looked back at the front doors. "Did he leave already?" Glancing at the store's windows, you saw that it was still pouring rain outside.

You lowered your eyes, wondering where he could have gone. You sighed. You might as well waste some time here, waiting for the rain to settle.

You turned the corner, down the aisle of refrigerated foods. In front of you was another high school guy, but not the one you were looking for.

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you here," you said when you were within earshot.

Aran held the refrigerated door open and smiled when he saw you. "I came to pick up some eggs," he said. "Mom asked." He let the door close and placed the eggs in the basket that hung on his left arm. He rubbed the back of his head, slightly looking away

Your eyes searched down the aisle, checking both directions. "How's your brother doing?" you asked.

"He's alright," Aran replied. "He's gotten busy because he started getting into robotics. He saved up for an Arduino or wherever it's called."

"Whatever it's called?" you commented, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Hey. I know I'm not good at this stuff," he said. "I think he wanted to show you, but you haven't been over in a while." Aran looked down at his basket of groceries. "I think he misses–" He didn't finish his sentence. He continued after clearing his throat. "You've been busy with other stuff. He's not a kid anymore."

"That doesn't mean that I can't come and see him," you told Aran.

"Really?" Aran widened his eyes as he lifted his shoulders. When you smiled back at him, he blinked a few times before lowering his eyes. "Umm… I'll go check these out now," he said, lifting his basket.

"Alright," you said, giving him a small wave.

Once Aran was out of your sight, you pulled out your phone. There weren't any new messages. You pressed your lips together as you opened your texting app, looking for Suna's name.

Y/n: Where are you?

You clutched the phone in your hand as you continued to search for Suna.

He wasn't in the snack aisle nor in the prepared foods section. You even scrunched your nose as you made your way through the seafood section where they kept fish and crustaceans in their tanks. Your arms hung at your sides. Did he really leave?

You made your way back to the produce section to see Suna there slouched beside the tangerines. His hand held his phone while the other rested comfortably in his pocket.

"I'm here," he said, turning his phone to you.

Your mouth grew into a smile. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, saying, "Yes, of course you are."

He smirked and directed his eyes to the window. "The rain stopped."

When the two of you left, you were surprised that he didn't turn at his usual corner. Suna was oddly quiet. He'd usually attempt to make an off-handed remark by now. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Why did it feel awkward with him all of a sudden? You hadn't felt like this ever since your first few walks together.

You approached the front of your house. Suna still stood beside you, eyes fixed on the ground.

"I guess I should say bye," you thought to yourself. Your eyes shot open. "Oh! The gift!"

You slid off your backpack, about to grab the zipper. You heard Suna's voice and froze. Your stomach dropped. "What did you say?" you asked.

"I shouldn't be your boyfriend."

*****

Chapter 9 ›

I hope you're still enjoying this. Thanks for reading! I'm kind of excited to write the next chapter but I need to take a break and pace myself. :)

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[mimi-cee-hq]

Wildfires - Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: You're burned from last year's rumours, now fearing any hint of smoke. Yet you can't help, but fall for the childhood friend who's a balm to your wounds.

Genres, tropes, etc: angst with a satisfying and happy ending, angst to fluff, hurt/ comfort, exs to lovers (but not the usual kind), secret dating, drama and romance, but it's still somehow cute because that's just how I write lol

Warnings: false rumours about cheating and an illicit relationship, so it still technically mentions those things.

Words: 1.9k

Author's Notes: Hi Lia (@chimielie)! I'm your ☀️ anon. 🥰 You suggested exs to lovers and hurt/comfort for this prompt and it still technically is those things, but it's probably not what you expected.

If anyone is new to my blog and doesn't want to read angst, here's a cute fluff Atsumu x reader instead. :)

This fic is for the Heatwave Fic Exchange (@heatwave2021). Thank you for hosting this!

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

The air is dry and sweat forms on your brow. With the sun beating down, it's the perfect combination for a wildfire.

Atsumu's chin sits on his fist as he avoids your gaze. Lowering your eyes, you stare at the wooden table.

"Did he still care?" you ask yourself.

~*~*~

Plaid skirts sway as two students peek into their new classroom, attempting to be discreet. You hear their whispers from a distance, waiting in front of your own classroom.

"Look! We get Kinjou-sensei this year!" one exclaims.

"Are you serious?" the other asks after letting out a gasp. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I might end up staring at his face all day."

"Maybe it'll help you pay attention," her friend snickers.

You clench your jaw as heat rises in your body. They're able to indulge in frivolous remarks, ignorant of how you're left scarred from one fleeting gesture, a tiny piece of kindling that ignited into uncontrollable flames.

Cool hands cover your ears from behind you. Your jaw relaxes and the tension dissipates from your shoulders. You turn around to see Atsumu wearing a scowl on his lips. Sighing as you cross your arms, you ask, "Atsumu, what are you doing?"

"Well if only there was a way to make 'em shut up," he replies with a sharp tone.

You lean away from him and swat his hands back. "You're too close," you tell him.

"Alright!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll go!"

As he walks away, he crosses his thumb and index finger behind his back, forming a little heart. You smirk at his hidden gesture to you.

"I love you too, Atsumu," you silently tell him as a smile graces your lips. However, it vanishes like the mist in the sun when yet another person calls after him, someone he doesn't know.

You skirt around the other students, avoiding their path, and rush to your desk. There are too many dry leaves around; a single spark can burst everything into flames.

Why does everyone have to know Atsumu?

~*~*~

"I wish you could've been my partner for the project," you say.

Atsumu pours a glass of water and places it on the table in front of you. "You ended up with that new girl, right?" he mentions and you reply with a nod. "She should be safe to work with."

You're startled once again when you hear the chimes from the front door. A rattan room divider obstructs your view of it, but you hunch down anyway as you finally pick up your spoon.

Atsumu sits across from you, sharing something about his team. His eyes dim when he realizes you haven't been listening.

"This isn't working," he tells you. "I thought this restaurant would be better because people can't see us from here." He runs his fingers in his hair, a sign he's frustrated.

"I– I forgot people can still hear us," you say in a low voice.

Atsumu sighs. "Let's just watch a movie at my house," he says. "Osamu already knows anyway."

"You know we can't," you protest. "Not when Hana and Haku drop by so often. They're going to realize we're together."

"But how are we supposed to have any fun when you're so scared?"

"I–" You lower your gaze, eyes unfocused towards your untouched bowl of rice. "Sorry, Atsumu."

"It's not your fault," he reminds you yet again. This exchange has become all too familiar. "Maybe we should finally tell Hana and Haku what happened to you."

"And have them find out the guy in the rumours is their beloved brother?" You cross your arms over your chest and rub your hand on your sleeve. "I still want to be comfortable around them, Atsumu. Ignorance is bliss right?"

His mouth twists before a groan escapes from it. He slouches in his seat and stares at the food in front of you, which remains the way the waitress left it.

"Let's take the train to Tokyo next time," he mutters. "Nobody'll know us there."

Your eyes grow before looking up at Atsumu. "What?" you slowly enunciate just above a whisper. "Don't you know how expensive that is?"

He presses his lips together before sharing his next suggestion. "I know where 'Samu's secret stash of money is…"

You narrow your eyes at him. "No, we're not stealing from him to go on a date, Atsumu."

"Alright," he says, lowering his eyes and dropping his shoulders.

Seeing his expression, you offer another idea. "How about Osaka?" It's only one city away.

Atsumu's eyes light up, excited at the chance of finally getting to enjoy some time with you. Although your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, you hope leaving the vicinity of last year's wildfires would be enough, for Atsumu's sake and yours.

~*~*~

Your heart beats faster and your throat becomes dry. You weren't getting enough air.

"You're okay," you tell yourself. "She's not talking about you."

"Seriously! That happened at my old school," your project partner snickers as she recounts her story to you. "They even got the kiss on camera too! I felt so bad for her, but it's her own fault for cheating on him."

You begin to feel dizzy, catching a whiff of smoke from another victim's fire. Her words add fuel to a fire that cannot be stopped. Wildfires burn and burn, and are never satisfied until they run out of kindling.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask. Are you dating Atsumu? The two of you seem really close!"

Your throat struggles to take control, attempting to keep your stomach down; it doesn't want to burn either.

They'll say you're cheating on Kinjou-sensei.

The tongue is a powerful weapon, causing destruction by those who are both untrained and ignorant as well as the truly malicious.

Your knees buckle as you pant for air, your grip weak on the knob. You need to get out.

Atsumu's figure is before you and you relax as he catches you. You never would have imagined that this guy would be your fleeting oasis.

~*~*~

"Let's break up," you tell Atsumu.

You both knew this was coming, yet a bucket of icy water chilled to the bone regardless of whether or not it was expected. Speaking those words aloud shocked you back into reality.

You hesitated dating each other in the first place, but you couldn't help but caress his strong hands when he admitted his feelings for you. Growing up together in your group of five, he was by your side from snotty noses to acne breakouts.

You didn't expect to fall for the hot-head of your bunch when rumours of you dating Kinjou-sensei spread. Atsumu attempted to extinguish every flame he spotted, witnessing your anguish each time you got burned.

"Maybe we can still do this," you say, contradicting your previous words.

"And what? Have ya pass out again every time someone asks about us?" Atsumu protests. He lowers his eyes as he clutches your hand. "Do ya know how worried I was about ya?"

Your heart flutters for a moment before you remind yourself that you can't keep him, the boy who has been by your side for so long.

"Aghhhhh! This is so stupid!!! Why are we suffering because of this made up crap?! 'Kinjou-sensei' had put a bandaid on me a thousand times more than he did t' ya! But nobody gives a crap about that!"

"I'm sorry Atsumu."

"Why the heck are ya sorry?!" he says, raising his voice.

"I– If I was just strong enough... If I could withstand their stupid words"–your lip trembles–"maybe I wouldn't have to choose between you and having some peace."

There's another silence between the two of you. Your fingers are loosely intertwined together, barely holding the fragile string between the two of you, as if it were a wick that would combust and disappear in a split second.

"Maybe we should just run away," Atsumu mumbles aloud.

"What?"

"Ya know, transfer schools. Or even drop out if we need ta."

"Atsumu! You can't! We can't! You have volleyball! And I... this is the only school that gave me a scholarship."

"Agh! Why is this so frustrating?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, ya idiot! Ya did nothing wrong!" He presses and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. "I just… I wish I could do more for ya." His arm drops at his side. "I wish I didn't feel so useless."

Your tears drip down your face. Could they be counted any more? If only you didn't fear getting caught dating Atsumu, terrified that last year's fires would morph into a raging beast. But another wildfire would not only destroy you but also the man you loved. If only your sores healed by now, you could have shown off your boyfriend, disregarding any of the flames.

If only you were fireproof.

But you weren't and now you're forced to loosen your grip on Atsumu, the balm to your wounds, and let him fall out of your hands.

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

It was three years since you talked to Atsumu, four since rumours first raged through the school. The two of you went through cycles of getting back together and breaking up again every time you learned that fear was still crippling you. Cutting off contact was the less painful option.

Years later, you're at a friend's cottage and Atsumu comes along without knowing you're here as well. Now that high school has come and gone, the smoke has dissipated and the fires have finished their course. You can finally breathe.

But does Atsumu still want you?

To anyone else, Atsumu is bored out of his mind, resting his chin on his fist. Nobody sees his thumb and finger forming a tiny heart.

Your heart flutters and you blink back tears. You attempt to hold back your growing grin, but you have no reason to hide it anymore.

You wrap your arms around him, almost causing him to topple off of his chair, Atsumu letting out a yelp. "What the heck are ya doing?"

You can finally release your feelings for him, openly and freely. The dam opens and waters rush to engulf him before you settle into his embrace.

"I love you too Atsumu," you tell him without a care in the world.

Osamu tells you he changed when you cut off contact. He desired to be a man, not wanting to feel so powerless, and poured himself into things he could do. It paid off.

"Did ya want to go somewhere together? I could even take ya all the way t' Rome if ya want."

The two of you hold each others' hands as the ocean's edge cools your feet. You lean against his shoulder, cherishing the moment that at one point seemed like an inaccessible dream.

You give him a peck on the cheek and smile. "Tokyo seems like a nice place for a date for now."

~*~*~

I hope you enjoyed this fic. :) (And I hope you liked it Lia!!) I guess I can be poetic if I try. lol. I had a whole commentary written out for this fic, but I decided against posting it here and making my author's notes as long as the fic itself. 😂

If you enjoyed this fic, I don't really have any similar pieces of writing at the moment. The only one that's similar is the hurt/comfort Kunimi WIP I've put off writing for so long because I didn't think I could pull off this type of fic. (And also because I think only one person will read it.) The theme in that one is pity/pride because pitiful is Kunimi's most hated word.

Anyway, if you want to see my usual style of writing, I have a cute tooth-rotting fluff Atsumu x reader one-shot. I currently also have an ongoing fake dating chaptered Suna fic, which is probably my best planned fic with the hints and foreshadowing and a nice mix of humour, fluff and shoujo-type angst. :)

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[kobunnie]

why youd break up

ft. todoroki + bakugou + amajiki + midoriya

⤻ summary ; the reason why these bnha boys and you would eventually break up

⤻ word count ; 0.8k

⤻ genre ; angst

⤻ warnings ; cursing, lowercase intended

⤻ pronouns ; none mentioned

⤻ a/n ; i hsvent written angst in a while so j thought id bless you with it

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TODOROKI had never loved anyone before. he knew that sooner or later he wouldve fucked it up somehow. and hed rather it be sooner than later. hed rather he let you go now than potentially hurt you in the future. because all he cared about was you. he loved you. but he knew that if he really loved you, he would have to let you go. because he couldnt risk hurting you. couldnt risk hurting the one person who mattered in his life. if he ended up hurting you somehow, hed never forgive himself for it. you were the one person who he knew deserved more than the world. who he knew deserved some sort of happy ending. but he couldnt give it to you. because he was scared. scared scared scared. scared of hurting you. so he tried to avoid what he thought was the inevitable by ending it. todoroki hated himself for it afterwards. the way your face had fell, how your eyes had started to water, and how you had screamed and told him you hated him. he tried to convince himself that hed done the right thing. that hed done what was necessary. he didnt want to hurt you, he wanted to avoid that. and he tried to tell himself that he had. that he had avoided hurting you, but eventually the truth sunk in. though hed tried to avoid hurting you, thats what happened anyway. hed hurt you by trying to avoid a furture hurt, and hed lost you forever.

unfortunately for you, you had always only been BAKUGOU’s second priority. never the first, and just barely the second. you could never be as important to him as becoming the number one pro hero. never as important as beating midoriya. never as important as being as powerful as all might. rarely did bakugou ever show you affection. rarely did he ever wish you luck on your tests or even look at you. he wasnt even like a friend. the two of you were practically strangers although you and he were dating. it was crazy. you never thought that your first love, first relationship would ever go the way that it was. for a while youd tolerated being tossed aside and forgotten about by your own boyfriend, but then it became too hard to bear. you had to get out, you had to find a healthier relationship. so you ended it. you had to. and it was the hardest thing youd ever done—break up with your first love. but the worst part about it? you could tell that bakugou really didnt care at all, that he was already thinking about how to one up midoriya during training that day. you were heartbroken. but most of all confused. if never liked you from the beginning, never was planning on committing to the relationship, why would he ever ask you out?

the thing about AMAJIKI was that he never thought he was ever good enough for you. he couldnt imagine why you would be dating someone like him when you could have someone like mirio. these insecurities eventually bled into the relationship, manufacturing a rift between you and him. he was growing more distant while you desperately tried to glue back your guys’s relationship. and youd think amajiki would understand, then. but still those insecurities made it impossible for him to think straight. you were pitying him. you had to be. he wasnt good enough for you. you were humiliating him. not good enough. you were using him. not good enough. you didnt love him. not good enough. not good enough. not good enough. and then it all added up and got to him. and then he proved that he really wasnt good enough for you. by breaking up with you in the worst possible way. not even face to face.

MIDORIYA treated you like a child. you knew that it all stemmed from good intentions, though. he wanted to protect you. to keep you safe. he didnt want to lose you. and that was all very reasonable. you appreciated knowing that he cared about you that much. but at the same time, you were his age. you were in the hero program at the best heros school you could think of. you had passed the entrance exam. you had trained your whole life to get to this point. you werent weak. yet he treated you like you were glass. like at the slightest hint of danger youd panic and shatter and hed lose you forever. again, you appreciated the sentiment. but you werent glass. you were less his significant other and more a child he was in charge of keeping safe. and eventually it became overbearing. how hed constantly hed push you out of the way in fights, tell you everything about your opponent, and basically fight for you was starting to annoy you. if midoriya fought your battles for you, how could you ever think about being a pro hero? and hurt, hurt to hurt someone so naïvely nice and good. but you couldnt stand it anymore. he had to stop. because if he didnt and youd carried on in the relationship, you mightve snapped and done something youd really regret.

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A Glimpse of Yellow: Suna x f!reader - Chapter 7

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Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (the relationships in the tags could be platonic or romantic :) )

Summary:

When the twins assumed you were dating Suna, he went along with it and you had no idea why

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Despite being Atsumu’s best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins’ antics when you were around.

So when you needed a way to escape from the twins’ interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.

Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.

Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it's the shoujo type

Words: 2.9k

*****

You sputtered out a salty and sour liquid, letting it splatter all over the grass. Whipping your head around, you eyed Atsumu, who was chatting with one of the other elementary aged boys from his volleyball training camp. You smacked the back of his head.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?" the young Atsumu protested.

You rolled eyes and crossed your arms, waiting for him to fess up.

"Pfft."

You turned your head to see Osamu hunched over, covering his mouth. "I didn't think he'd give it to you," said Osamu in between snickers.

You blinked a few times before groaning, still twisting your lips from the excessive amount of sour salt that filled the back of your throat. You glared at Osamu then at Atsumu. It was both neither and completely their fault.

"'Samu!" Atsumu growled at him. "What'd you do that for?"

"What?" Osamu replied, shrugging his shoulders. "You deserved that drink! Except that Y/n drank it instead."

You groaned at them, somehow frequently caught in the middle of these two menaces. "C'mon, let's go," you said, your shoulders sagging, wishing for a way to get rid of that awful taste in your mouth. "Your mom's waiting for us at the corner store."

You felt a tap on your shoulder. Spinning around, your breath hitched.

"This one should be safe," the tall, dark-skinned and handsome boy told you with a sweet smile. You looked at his outreached hand; it had an unopened bottle of lemonade.

You accepted the drink, cheeks burning and too shy to say a word. As he left, arms swaying as he walked, your eyes caught the knee pads in his hand. Your elbow quickly jabbed Atsumu's side. "W-who's that?"

"Who?" he asked before spotting a light blue t-shirt. "Aran?"

You stared at the ground, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. A small uptick from the corner of your lips joined the warmth of your cheeks. As you and the twins walked down the sidewalk, you turned away, not wanting them to see your face.

"Atsumu…" you asked in almost a whisper, "could you teach me how to play volleyball?"

*****

You stared into the distance as you walked with the twins. Atsumu opened his mouth to let out a large yawn while Osamu shifted the weight of his volleyball bag, adjusting the shoulder strap.

"Guys…" you said, your voice trailing as if you had just woken up from a dream. "What's the legal age to get married in Japan?"

"What the heck?" Atsumu said, exaggeratedly flinching away and gawking at you.

"How would we know that?" said Osamu, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm… would the twins even want to be groomsmen…?" you pondered out loud to yourself as if they weren't even there.

"There she goes again…" Osamu commented as Atsumu smacked his forehead.

"Ah!" you exclaimed, causing both of the twins to jump. "I forgot to save the picture of that wedding cake I liked!" You quickly jotted it down in your small notepad, not wanting to forget which magazine you saw it in.

The twins turned to each other, gesturing to the other to somehow make you stop.

You paused, your eyes lowering to your feet, your mouth twisting into a frown. The twins stared at you, eyes growing wide.

"Oh no here it comes."

"Osamu, stop her!"

"I just miss him so muuuuch!!!" you cried out, grabbing the sleeves of both twins on either side of you. "When is he coming baaack???" you sobbed as you shook them back and forth. "I need to see him."

"See who?"

You froze. The twins sighed, relieved that you released your grip on them, then snickered because they recognized the voice behind them.

With tense shoulders, you slowly turned to face Aran, only for your eyes to widen, honing in on his arm.

"What happened? Who did this to him? Is he okay?" But you didn't say this out loud; you could hardly utter a word around him.

"Whoa! Cool! You got a cast!" Atsumu said in awe. "Can I write my name on it?" On the cast, you could see many scribbles in reds, yellows, blues and other colours as well. You smiled; Aran got along with everyone.

"Sure," Aran replied, grabbing some markers from his pocket with his free hand. When Atsumu asked how he broke his arm, he scratched his cheek. He had been chasing a rabbit and fell over.

The corners of your mouth lifted. He was so cute.

You felt a push from behind, almost toppling over, now standing a little too close to Aran. You whipped your head around to see Osamu shrugging his shoulders.

"Go," he mouthed to you. Your eyes grew wide. There was no way you could talk to Aran. You couldn't even form sentences around him.

"Did you want to write your name too?" Aran asked you.

You froze and he raised his eyebrow. When you noticed you were staring for too long, you quickly gave him a nod.

After you wrote your name, he squinted his eyes at his cast. "Oh! So that's what your name was." He raised his eyes back to see your face. "That's a nice name."

You wanted to combust and melt at the same time.

Atsumu saw your reaction and spat out a laugh between his lips. "So you were planning a wedding when Aran didn't even know your name?"

You grabbed Atsumu's collar and violently shook him, his head moving back and forth. This was not how you wanted Aran to find out about your crush on him.

"Y/n! Stop it!" Atsumu yelled out, as you continued your attempt at giving him whiplash.

*****

"Nooooo!!!" you cried in the middle of Aran's classroom. "Why did someone else give you chocolates???"

You held your own chocolates made with love for Aran. It was Valentine's Day and now that you were old enough to make your own chocolates, you didn't hesitate for a moment to make some for your special person. However, you only started being open about your feelings because of what Atsumu had said.

"Oy! I'm sick of you fawning over him," Atsumu yapped at you. "If you want something to happen, you have to get your feelings across!"

Somehow, you ended up following his advice. So now not only did Aran know that you liked him, the rest of the student body did as well. And yet, someone else had the audacity to give him honmei chocolates too.

"I told you not to accept those chocolates," Osamu snapped at Aran. "I'll never hear the end of it!"

Aran rubbed the back of his head. "I, uh, didn't want to say no," he replied.

You knew he'd do that. Aran never refused you either and let you express your feelings to him as much as you liked – even if he didn't return them. You wished he liked you back but you were glad he at least didn't push you away.

"I'll make something even better next year!" you declared to him, pumping up your fists in front of you, showing your willingness to fight. "I'll do something so great that nobody will think of giving you chocolates!"

The twins gave you a deadpan stare while Aran had a sweat drop.

"So where are my chocolates?" Atsumu demanded.

"You don't get one," you replied, crossing your arms.

When you thought he wasn't looking, you pulled out a small wrapped chocolate ball out of your bag and snuck it to Osamu. It was a giri or obligation chocolate, but Atsumu still noticed.

"Why does he get one?" he yelled out, pointing at Osamu, who wore an amused smile.

"You don't deserve one!" you snapped back.

*****

You sat at the playground above the rope ladder, your legs dangling off the edge. You often came here after practice games with your volleyball team. The ace of your team had another outburst and you were caught in the blast.

You thought nobody had known about your little spot. Not even the twins knew. So your back stiffened when, at the bottom of the slide, Aran took a seat.

You turned away to hide your face, tears threatening to spill on your cheeks.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, raising his eyes to you, brows creased with concern.

"I–" you started, but pressed your lips together to prevent your bottom lip from trembling. You didn't want to act this way in front of the guy you were head over heels for. Not now. Not when you were so vulnerable.

Aran continued to sit with you as the sky turned orange. You had wanted to isolate yourself but his presence became a comfort. He patiently waited, ready to listen if you wanted to talk.

And you did.

You told him how you didn't know how to deal with your teammate's anger problems. You told him how you were silenced because uttering one word would cause your tears to start pouring. You told him that crying around the team wouldn't placate her at all and that all of this happened in the change rooms without the coaches around.

She never got physical, not at all. Her friend didn't help either because she had her own issues. Nobody could say anything to them and there was always a heavy silence with those two around whenever the team lost a match. You wished they weren't your senpais.

Aran listened. He sat there until you were done pouring out your bottled up emotions. This was a stark contrast from Atsumu, who wanted to deal with them himself, quick on his feet, ready to fix the problem. But with Aran, he took the time to hear you out.

And you fell for him even more.

"So are you going to keep sitting over there?" you asked him with a teasing pout, rubbing your eyes, still swollen from crying. The spot next to you was empty, a void waiting to be filled.

He chuckled. "You know you come on a little too strong with your crush on me, Y/n."

"Then how are you supposed to know that I still like you?" you smirked at him.

"Don't worry about that." He let out a light laugh. "I know you like me. You've made it very clear."

You smiled to yourself, happy your feelings got across to him.

"Okay, I'll tone it down. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," you told him, fidgeting with your fingers. "Could I at least keep giving you snacks? I think it'll feel weird if I suddenly stopped doing that."

"Sure," he said, looking up at you with a soft smile. "I've grown fond of those crackers."

*****

Graduation sucked. Aran's graduation. Just when you had gotten comfortable around each other, he had to leave for high school.

You couldn't see him as often now; no more peeking into his classroom during breaks and classroom changes. But at least he still lived in the same house.

"I've been wanting this game since it came out!" exclaimed the younger boy. He held up the new Zelda game, Skyward Sword, in his hands with stars in his eyes. "You're the best Y/n!"

Aran walked into the entryway, and when he saw the game, he slapped his forehead. "Why did you go and buy the game?��� he scolded his brother. "Don't tell me you spent all of your allowance on that."

"I didn't!" he snapped back. "Y/n gave it to me!"

Aran narrowed his eyes at you and you gave him a smirk and a shrug.

"I don't expect you to understand," his brother told Aran with arms crossed. "You're like an old man. But Y/n understands!" He turned to you and said, "But I thought you didn't have a Wii."

"I took it from the twins," you snickered. "They're grounded so they can't play video games. I asked their mom if I could use it."

He giggled mischievously along with you before heading for the TV room.

"What?" you told Aran after he gave you a look. "I'm glad he likes it."

"And how is he going to play it when you have to return the console?" Aran chided you with a raised brow.

"Hmmm…" A grin grew on your lips. "You can buy one. Then we can play other games together."

"You know I suck at video games."

"That's what makes it fun," you grinned at him. You placed your bag on the floor and took a seat on the dark brown bench near the front door. "You know…" you started as you drew circles on the wood, "I just want more excuses to see you."

He scratched his cheek, unsure with how to respond. You decided to ask him anyway. "Would you reconsider going out with me Aran?"

His eyes grew wide before lowering them to the floor. Rubbing the back of his head, he answered, "I– sorry…"

You sighed then scrunched your brows while wearing a slight smile on your face. "It's alright Aran." You swung your legs as you sat on the edge of the bench, staring at your fidgeting fingers. "I thought it was worth another shot. I've already told you I'd keep waiting."

There was a silent pause in the air. You were struck down, but you held onto a sliver of hope.

"Maybe one day you'll like me."

*****

Suna closed his locker's door, its creaking echoing through the empty change room. He was late for warm-ups before practice, but today he didn't care that Kita was keeping track.

Arms feeling heavy, Suna's finger fumbled around his shoelaces. Would he be able to face his teammates? Photos of you and Aran continued to play in his mind. Suna bit on his thumbnail as he attempted to process his thoughts.

You had a crush on Aran. Aran currently had feelings for you. You were pretending to date him and now he was caught in the middle.

The simple answer was to end this charade; Suna knew that. Oh how ignorant he was when he took your hand in front of Aran, thinking he stood a chance.

Suna was determined to put all of this in the back of his mind, to only focus on today's practice. But when he opened the door to the gym, he saw you. In your fingers, a yellow gift bag dangled.

Why were you even there?

Even so, Suna's eyebrows relaxed and the corners of his mouth lifted.

However, something was off. You took a step back, one arm crossed over your chest, gripping your sleeve. You clenched your fist, the yellow bag firmly at your side.

"What the heck Y/n?" Atsumu yelled at you. "Why would you bother teaching some kid volleyball when your own sets still suck?!"

Your eyes widened at him as you froze in place, struck by his words. You bit your lip and lowered your eyes. "I knew this would happen," you muttered to yourself, not quite believing it actually became true.

"Ha? What're you talking about?" said Atsumu.

Just when you were at the verge of tears, Osamu punched him in the gut. Atsumu stumbled a few steps back, and when he regained his balance, he snapped back at him.

"What the heck was that for?"

"You deserved that!"

"Ha?"

"You still don't get it?" Osamu yelled back at him. "Or do you need one in the face too?"

Atsumu grabbed his collar. "I'm only saying it as it is, you idiot!"

Osamu whacked his arms off of him before landing another punch to his stomach. This time, Atsumu fell onto the gym floor. He scrambled to get up and was about to lunge at Osamu when Kita towered in front of him. He gave Atsumu a piercing look causing him to cower.

"So how exactly did you expect Y/n to react to your words?" Kita simply asked with his unwavering tone.

Atsumu swallowed. "Well… I…" He directed his gaze to the floor.

Normally by now, Suna would've taken out his phone as he witnessed the fight between them. But this was about you – and Suna's feet were frozen in place.

While everyone's attention was on the twins, Aran sat right beside you as you curled up on the gym floor, hugging your legs close with your head down on your knees.

Suna watched Aran's conflicted face as he reached out his arm, hovering over your shoulders before retracting it back to his side. He dropped his shoulders and turned his face towards you, giving you his full attention. He was there for you, waiting to comfort you if you let him.

Suna lowered his eyes as he allowed the gym door to close. You didn't need him. You had Osamu, Kita and Aran to help you.

You didn't need a fake boyfriend.

*****

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