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avatarchic · 29 days

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How the Karasuno boys would react to meeting Shoyo's foreign cousin.

— starring. karasuno boys x foreign exchange student!reader (separately), student teacher!reader in ukai's

— tags. fluff, first meetings, pining

— warnings. use of 'pretty' and 'cute' to describe reader, but no pronouns are used, you slap ryuu in his LOL, mild suggestive comment in ryuu's if you squint

— requested? yes! thank you so much for your request this was fun to write :)

— notes. some of these are longer than others sorry ADHKWH my biases are showing a lil // this ended up being a first meeting + how they act when they start crushing on you, but it they're so cute so i didnt wanna change it lolol

daichi is whipped for you from the start

he doesn't show it (or he doesn't think he does) but he's attracted to you the second he lays eyes on you

he's extra sure to be polite to you, too embarrassed too show his brasher nature in case it scares you off

he loses his backbone whenever you're around

he needs to scold some of the first years for goofing off, but you're standing there? he's all sunshine and rainbows

when he finds out that you're a foreign exchange student, he's over the moon

he subtly finds out your classes from shoyo, who of course doesn't realize his intentions as he blurts out your schedule happily

he checks up on you often, making sure you're adjusting well to japan because "what kind of captain would he be if he let his underclassman's cousin have a hard time?"

the team is none the wiser, except for maybe koshi who sees through his shit immediately

he has a habit of patting your head as a greeting, even if he's just passing you in the hallways even if you complain about him messing up your hair

overall, he's super soft with you :)

sawamura daichi! was annoyed when he met you. shoyo hadn't shown up to practice and wasn't answering his phone, which left the captain ready to send the orange-haired freshman to an early grave. after kei made a smart remark that he saw shoyo lingering near the school entrance, he was on a mission to give the boy hell.

kei was right, of course. when daichi made his way to the entrance, he saw shoyo right away. he stomps over, lips parting to lecture the younger male about responsibilities when his eyes ghost over you. he stops short, shoyo's name barely dropping from his mouth as he pauses.

when you both turn to him, daichi feels his breath catch in his throat. it was clear that you weren't from around here. your odd sense of dress stuck out like a sore thumb—not to mention he had never seen you before. but if anything, he thought you were pretty.

"you're late for practice," daichi states lamely, barely managing to tear his gaze away from you to glower at shoyo. "i ought to put you on cleaning duty tonight."

the threat fell on deaf ears, shoyo's large grin unfaltering as he wraps an arm around your midsection in a tight hug. "captain! sorry, sorry," he apologizes, though the wide grin on his face told daichi he wasn't serious. "my cousin texted me that they were here, so i had to say hi!"

at his words, you finally snap out of your stupor, offering daichi a small smile. "i didn't realize he had practice. i wouldn't have called him out if i knew."

daichi presses his lips together, feeling his ears warm at your kind tone. "it's okay," he says softly. "i'll let him off for now. it's nice to meet you—i'm sawamura daichi."

when you introduce yourself, he finds himself repeating your name in his head.

"oi," he clears his throat, turning to shoyo with a deadpan expression. "c'mon. we're late enough already." daichi turns to bow his head at you politely, quickly turning around before you can see the warmth in his cheeks.

your sweet voice calls out a goodbye, and daichi decides then and there that he wants to get to know you better.

"hey, hey—why are you so red?"

"you're gonna shut up now if you want to go home early tonight."

koshi didn't realize you were shoyo's cousin until after he got to know you a little

he couldn't help it—when he saw you he just thought you were super cute lmao

he fumbles a bit in front of you

he really really tries to be a cool, calm, and collected person but sometimes he embarrasses himself by saying odd things or staring at you a little too long

when he does figure out you're related to his underclassman, he takes the opportunity to get to know you better

and when he finds out you're in his homeroom? even better

the type to arrange study session together with you every weekend just to spend time with you

he actually invites you to watch their practices and games before shoyo does LOL

the whole team knows about his feelings and he doesn't even care, constantly throwing an arm over you shoulder and hanging around you during downtimes

wants to impress you, so he gives it his all (and then some) whenever you're there

his sets get more accurate and he even blocks more hits than he would've before

he really wants you to think he's cool

but if you compliment him, he's exploding on the spot

suguwara koshi! had no idea you were shoyo's cousin when he met you. you looked nothing alike and your personalities were completely different. despite you being a complete stranger, the lost look on your face amused him.

you met koshi when shoyo accidentally stranded you at the train station. you were supposed to take the same train to his house, but he didn't notice you weren't right behind him when he stepped into the train car. the last you saw of the tangerine-haired boy was the back of his head as the doors closed on you.

you were standing there in a panic, though no one stopped to check if you were okay. shoyo had you hold his schoolbag while he dragged your suitcase along, and when you tried calling his cellphone you heard it buzz in the bag that hung on your shoulder. for the life of you, you couldn't remember which stop to get off or which streets to take to get to his house.

"are you lost?" a gentle voice asks you, pulling you from your anxious thoughts.

your eyes meet and koshi can't help but think you're cute as hell. you look doe-eyed in your panic, rounded eyes and parted lips. when you don't answer right away, koshi's cool demeanor switches and he stumbles into an embarrassed frenzy. "wait, can you even understand japanese?"

thankfully, you do, having learned it from shoyo at a younger age. you blink away the remnants of your panic with a few hasty nods. "yes, sorry. my cousin accidentally left me here, and i don't really know how to get to his house..."

koshi calms down at your insistence, chuckling to himself. "do you know the address?"

you wince, "no."

"alright," he says in a way that he hopes is soothing for you. "i can keep you company while you wait for him to return, then. it'd probably be nicer than just standing here by yourself."

when you agree, he hides his smile. he asks you several icebreakers, such as your name and your favourite colour. with every passing second, he only thinks you're even cuter than when he first saw you.

eventually, shoyo does come back, panting and heaving as he runs up the stairs to the station platform. his bright eyes widen when he sees you together with koshi. "oh, sugawara? you've met my cousin?"

koshi meets your eyes with a grin. "i guess we'll be seeing each other more often."

honestly asahi doesn't even acknowledge you when you first meet

he doesn't find out you're shoyo's cousin for weeks, so you're really just another classmate to him

you don't even talk to each other until like a month or so after you transferred

and even then, your conversations are short

he's polite to you when you work together, but he doesn't really try to become friends with you

don't get him wrong! he thinks you're nice and pretty, but he is too damn shy to initiate anything with you

you kinda think he hates you at first, but after you realize that he's just not an outgoing person you relax around him

when he does find out you're related to shoyo, you end up seeing each other more often out of class

you show up to more practices, even if you're just sitting on the benches doing homework

shoyo even drags you along whenever the team meets up outside of school to hang out

as a result, you and asahi eventually grow closer and he opens up more bit by bit

he doesn't actually start crushing on you until graduation nears

he realizes it when he hears you cheering his name at one of their bigger games

he thinks his name sounds prettier coming from you

he doesn't initiate any skinship with you, but he's always asking about your day and checking on you in his own ways

will absolutely combust if you even so much as brush pinkies as you're walking together

azumane asahi! first met you in class. like koshi, he doesn't know you're related to shoyo initially. when the teacher introduces you, making you write your name on the board, you don't have the same last name as shoyo. he doesn't really pay much attention to you, minding his own business as he takes out his notebook and pens.

several weeks pass and your homeroom teacher announces that you'll be partnering up for a group presentation. your first real conversation with him goes as expected—you exchange contact information and go your separate ways when the bell rings.

he thinks you're attractive, but he's too shy to actually act on those thoughts and he just pushes through the project, interacting with you as little as possible.

it's only when shoyo forgets his volleyball uniform at your house that asahi figures out you're related.

he sees you first, standing in the gym entrance while you wait to be invited in. you look hesitant as your eyes cast over the several members of the volleyball club, your gaze landing on asahi. when recognition flickers behind your eyes, he thinks you're there for him.

he opens his mouth to greet you, but before he can even utter a word, an orange blur runs past him. you're almost knocked on your ass as shoyo tackles you, excitedly calling out your name. "what're you doing here?" he asks you, tilting his head as he releases you from his death grip. "you never come to practice."

"you left your uniform at mine," you explain quietly, pulling the clothing out of your bag.

there's a moment of silence, before all hell breaks loose. the others scream and yell at shoyo, yuu and ryuunosuke shaking him by the shoulders as they demand why they weren't informed about his girlfriend.

even asahi's jaw drops at the thought of you, his classmate and group partner, dating shoyo, of all people.

"we aren't dating!" you exclaim, shaking your hands in front of you adamantly as disgust paints over your facial features. "we're cousins."

as the club eventually quiets down, you meet asahi's gaze over the commotion. when you offer him a bashful smile, he can't help but return it.

as expected, yuu is also whipped for you the second you meet

he swears on his life that he has never met someone as perfect as you—not even kiyoko (which says a lot)

at first, his attraction to you is entirely physical and he doesn't hide it

he compliments you every time he sees you he even compliments your outfits even if you're just wearing the karasuno uniform

he practically begs shoyo to bring you to practice just so he has an excuse to ogle at you and profess his 'undying love'

you'd probably make good friends with kiyoko, bonding over the second years' unabashed feelings and loud professions of love lol

though he's completely smitten with your looks, yuu doesn't learn a thing about you until like two months after your transfer

he realizes it when koshi asks if he knows anything about you and no, the fact that you're pretty doesn't count as something

during a late night run to the nearest convenience store, he runs into you

you're dressed casually, and he realizes it's actually the first time he's seen you outside of uniform

he thinks you're very cute in your bunny pajamas

he approaches you with koshi's words in mind, and asks if you want to hang out for a bit

your hang outs become a common thing, and eventually it's your weekend tradition to meet at the convenient store after sundown

after really getting to know you, he realizes that he likes more than just your appearance

shockingly, once he figures out his feelings for you, he tones down a lot

he would stop confessing his love for you every moment he could, but he gets casually affectionate with you

he'd always stand close enough for your shoulders to touch and would absentmindedly guide you places by taking your hand

he's never had a real crush on anyone before, so he's feeling it out with you

nishinoya yuu! has hearts in his eyes the moment he meets you. shoyo brought you to practice one day, excited to introduce his favourite cousin to his teammates. he had all but dragged you to the gym by the wrist, ignoring your insistent utterings that you can walk on your own.

"this is my cousin!" shoyo announces the second he bursts through the doors in true hinata shoyo fashion. you were the last ones to show up, so the entire team was there to witness you getting dragged in by shoyo. "they transferred here from overseas."

yuu feels the world stop once he glances over at you after receiving a particularly harsh spike from tobio, freezing into his squatted position. his world becomes a romcom movie—he swears someone must be blowing a fan in your direction with the way your hair sways as you walk into the gym. he might even be seeing the air sparkle in your presence.

he's absolutely starstruck with you, and he makes no effort to hide it as he bounds over to you. he takes your hands in his, looking at you with wide eyes as he takes you in. he can hear someone groaning, maybe daichi, as they mutter something along the lines of "he's at it again."

"i'm nishinoya yuu," he introduces himself. "you're really cute!"

your mouth opens, but no words come out as you simply stare at yuu in surprise. shoyo had given you a brief rundown of his group members, and you realize that this might be why he warned you about the libero in particular.

even when daichi smacks the back of his head, apologizing to you quietly, yuu remains in his lovestruck gaze.

you stay to watch their practice, at both shoyo and yuu's insistence, and yuu makes a point to be even more extravagant than usual. you can't help but laugh at his boisterous rolling receives and the way he calls out ridiculous move names.

oh ryuu. typical ryuu.

the first words he ever speaks to you end up with him getting slapped

like yuu, he thinks you've been blessed by the gods with your looks and he makes it clear to you when you meet

he asks you to go out with him, only to blatantly check you out right after, which earned him a smack to the face

eventually, he does apologize for his behaviour, though you don't accept it right away

when you tell him that you hate guys who treat others like eye candy, he's sure to tone it down for you

of course, a man can't change overnight

he still flirts with you, and with other women—he can't help it ;( him n yuu are menaces

however, when he's not being an absolute pest, he gets to know you

he learns about your interests and hobbies, and finds himself indulging you in them (who would've thought he'd end up enjoying the art of bracelet making?)

when you become close friends, you become his person

he goes to you whenever he wants to talk about something, and he lends an ear whenever you need to vent

he asks you about your home country often, wanting to know more about your life before you came to japan

he'd even go out of his way to do things for you that remind you of home whenever you start feeling homesick :)

it's not until well after graduation when he realizes that he might actually like you

tanaka ryuunosuke! was mid confession when you met. shoyo had brought you to one of their games, and just as ryuunosuke was getting on his knees to ask kiyoko to marry him, his eyes fall on you.

it's almost astounding how quickly the second year moved from the glasses-wearing beauty to you, appearing in front of you in an instant. before shoyo can even introduce you, he stares you down with a steeled expression, his eyes narrowing.

"you're the prettiest person i've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he claims in his most serious tone. he takes your hands in his as he presses his lips to your knuckles. "please go out with me."

there's a collective sigh as the team turns away at his antics. you, on the other hand, feel your head pound in irritation. "excuse me?"

ryuunosuke doesn't hear the vexation in your tone, or chooses to ignore it, as his eyes trail over your features. even when you're staring at him in an angry disbelief, he thinks you're incredibly pretty. however, as his eyes drop lower and lower, his mind enters a less-than-appropriate headspace.

the feeling of your hand connecting with his cheek rips him out of his lewd daydreams. you didn't slap him hard, but the sound echoed over the loud chatter of the audience members anyway. "you pervert," you utter, gritting your teeth as you turn on your heel. you barely tell shoyo good luck as you all but stomp off to the bleachers.

ryuunosuke stares at your back, holding his reddening cheek in mild awe. yuu nudges his side. "don't tell me you're into that, man."

he at least has the grace to blush.

to be honest, you and tobio do not get along until much later

it's not because you're related to shoyo it is

he just genuinely has no idea how to talk to you lmao

you meet him on the first day of school with shoyo

the realization that he may be teammates with the very guy he had practically berated in middle school took priority over greeting you tbh

it's only after their initial fight when he realizes that you, a complete stranger, saw him yell at shoyo as harshly as he did (even if shoyo didn't have many nice things to say either)

he's kinda embarrassed abt it tbh

like?? you had to see him like that?? he's mortified

so when he joins the volleyball club and you're a manager, he avoids you like the plague

when he talks to you, he accidentally comes across as if he hates your guts (he doesn't, he just cannot properly converse with people to save his life)

your relationship is extremely terse for months, since you get pissed off at his behaviour and he doesn't know how to act normally around you

he doesn't warm up to you until one of their games later in the season, where the morale is low and the team is hanging their heads

you give them an uplifting speech, telling the team that they're stronger than they think

it's the first time tobio looks at you in a pleasant light, and he merely puts a hand on your shoulder to say thanks as he makes his way back to the court

slowburn as fuck tbh he might not even realize he likes you until you're about to graduate (cut him some slack he's only a lil slow)

kageyama tobio! barely acknowledges your existence when you meet. you had moved to japan before their first year at karasuno began, so you showed up with shoyo to the first day.

of course, tobio recognized shoyo immediately from their encounter in middle school. shoyo had dragged you to the gym to go with him to sign up for the volleyball club, insistent that you try to apply to be a manager or something. tobio was there, about to spike a volleyball.

the second shoyo and tobio lock eyes on each other, they're at it like cats and dogs, and you're left standing there in confusion. seeing shoyo as angry as he was is shocking to you and you wonder what the hell this other guy must've done to rile up your sunshine cousin so much.

tobio doesn't even look at you as he argues with shoyo, not meeting your eyes until after the fight has 'calmed' down. he stares at you quietly for a moment before averting his gaze, grumbling something under his breath as he leaves to retrieve the volleyball shoyo made him drop.

he doesn't say anything to you as you talk quietly with daichi about becoming a manager. he vaguely overhears shoyo introducing you as his cousin, but he's too annoyed to listen.

later on, when him and shoyo are finally accepted into the club, and you're brought on as a manager-in-training, tobio still ignores you.

you don't have your first conversation until a week later, when you corner him after practice. "what is your problem?" you demand, your hands propped on your hips. "i know you don't like sho, but you haven't said a single word to me since you joined the club."

tobio flushes in embarrassment as he stares at you. he doesn't mean to, but his eyes narrow into what could be perceived as a harsh glare. "i don't have anything to say," he says truthfully, his voice coming out colder than necessary.

when he rushes off to hide his growing fluster, you're left standing there confused.

you and kei barely interacted at first tbh

he had never seen you before and it was the weekend when you met so he had no reason to assume you'd ever talk again really

even after finding out you were related to shoyo, he didn't bat an eye

after all, he's not exactly going over to the orange-haired boy's house for sleepovers lolol

but to his surprise, you're in his classroom the next monday morning as a foreign exchange student

your classmates rush to you, overwhelming you with numerous questions about your hometown, and it's clear to kei that you're flustered

you meet his gaze over the crowd of people, and for a moment you're shocked to see him

however, before either of you can do anything, you get bombarded with even more questions

to your surprise and his, kei scoffs as he approaches your crowded desk

"can't you see you're bothering them?"

the gaggle of students dissipates with embarrassed apologies, leaving you and kei alone

your relationship with him from then on is odd

there's an unspoken agreement that you both don't like being bothered by other people, and you lowkey bond over it

he would never admit you're friends, but he comes to your rescue often

if you can't understand a phrase or if you don't know the answer to a question in class, he'll quietly help you out (but don't bother asking about it, 'cus he'll deny it vehemently)

when you start hanging out during practices, he ruffles your hair and rests his arm on your head regardless of your height

making fun of you is his love language (not that he'd ever admit he has feelings)

tsukishima kei! meets you when you're babysitting natsu. the team had been out getting ice cream (as per koshi's insistence—for team building), leaving kei in a sour mood because he would rather be anywhere than here.

"shoyo! sho!"

the whole team looks over, seeing a little girl who is the spitting image of their short middle blocker running toward them. kei's expression drops even more, because there's two of them?

shoyo almost drops his ice cream cone with the way the little girl jumps on him. "what are you doing here?" shoyo asks, scrambling to catch his sweet treat. "where's—"

before he can finish his sentence, another figure comes running at them, out of breath. "natsu!" you scold airily as you make your way up to the team, hunching over and resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. "jesus, don't just run off like that!"

you look up at shoyo from your hunched position, letting kei get a good look at your face. you're flushed, sweat beading on your brow bone and lips are parted as you breathe harshly through them. it's clear to the blond that you've been running around for some time now, something that makes him snort into his strawberry ice cream cup.

"sorry, sho," you wince, practically dragging the little girl, natsu, to your side. "she ran off while i was paying for her snacks. she probably saw you through the window." you vaguely gesture to a nearby convenience store, holding up a bag of candy.

you talk with shoyo for another moment, before turning to the rest of the team. your eyes briefly meet kei's and he arches a brow at you. you apologize for interrupting them, but daichi insists that you're fine and that you and natsu can hang around since you're there anyway.

as a result, you and kei end up standing near each other as the group converses. kei had been hanging a little bit away from the others, minus tadashi of course. you end up near him by coincidence—you don't know the others, and the three of you end up quietly sitting in acknowledgement that you didn't want to talk.

my darling baby tadashi is a mess when you meet <3

he was practicing his volleyball skills when he accidentally whams you in the face

he'd feel guilty about it for a while (even if you insist you're fine) and would use it as an excuse to buy you drinks from the vending machines lol

"this is the fourth drink you've bought me this week??"

"i have to make up for hitting you somehow :((("

becoming friends with tadashi is surprisingly easy, given how shy he can be

it becomes a habit to meet you by the vending machines before practice

the time in the halls between classes and volleyball are spent getting to know you

he asks a lot of questions about what it's like in your hometown and the differences in your culture

i don't think he'd start liking you until after you also get close with kei though lol good luck

the first time he sees you joking around with the tall blond, he thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest

you must be an angel, he decides as he watches you get along with kei

the three of you form a trio and you end up spending more time with them than shoyo LOL

kei absolutely knows about tadashi's feelings and takes every opportunity to tease him about it whilst you're blissfully unaware

he's so so smitten around you after he realizes he likes you

the type to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky yourself and to becoming maddeningly red whenever you so much as make eye contact with him

yamaguchi tadashi! hits you in the head the first time he meets you. he was in the gym alone, practicing his float serve. you pushed through the heavy metal doors just in time to get slammed in the face with a ball gone awry.

he feels his heart drop to his toes as he quickly rushes over to you, asking if you're alright and if you need to see the nurse. his panic only worsens when he realizes you're bleeding from your nose.

although the hit shocked you, you're left watching in amusement as tadashi scrambles to find something to stop your nosebleed with. when he eventually returns to you, having ran from the boys washroom to grab a wad of papertowel, he apologizes again softly.

"are you okay now...?" he asks when your nosebleed finally stops. he looks almost like a kicked puppy, his hair falling limply into his eyes.

even after you reassure him that you're fine, tadashi still wears his guilt like a crown. he offers to buy you something from the vending machines, and does so despite your insistence that he doesn't need to.

"you can accept it for my sake," he says sheepishly as he offers you the cold can. the two of you converse quietly, with you introducing yourself as a new foreign exchange student.

"oh!" he suddenly lets out, looking over at you. "did you need something in the gym?"

"i was looking for my cousin," you sigh. "he said he was in the volleyball club and i haven't been able to find him at all today."

he's shocked when he finds out that you're shoyo's cousin—the boy had talked about you earlier in the week when he found out you were transferring to karasuno. as you talk, tadashi thinks to himself that shoyo never mentioned how cute you were.

your first meeting with keishin is awkward

ltrly knocks you off your feet when he runs into you

he's kind of brash when he meets you, not caring if you think of him badly because of it

you don't have much of a relationship at first—your work pulls you to the classrooms after all, so he doesn't really see you around often

the next time he sees you, you're stomping into the gymnasium mid practice with an irked expression

he's about to tell you off for interrupting practice, but he quiets when he sees you make your way to your younger cousin

he only watches in amusement when you tell him off for his horrid grades

when shoyo turns to keishin for help, he only shrugs with a lazy grin on his face

"sorry, little man, you heard 'em. no volleyball games until you raise your grades"

to shoyo's chagrin, you and keishin make a terrifying pair for him (and the other three idiots lolol)

you only really start hanging out with him when you end up making a late night run at his convenience store

it's the first time he sees you in casual clothing and the case of beer in your hands makes him laugh

"you wanna share that?"

he becomes your drinking buddy every other weekend, and he grows to cherish the time you spend chugging back cans of beer with him

keeps his feelings on the downlow, but as time goes on even the boys realize that their coach has a soft spot for you

ukai keishin! bodies you the first time you meet. the man doesn't realize his own strength until he literally knocks you flat on his ass after he turns a corner and bumps into you. his eyes go wide when the books and papers in your hands go flying, falling around you in a frenzy.

"shit," he curses under his breath, bending down to pick up your things. "sorry 'bout that." his voice is gruff as he speaks, collecting your papers without much care. when he returns them to you, some of them are scuffed and crumpled.

as he's handing you your things, he finally gets a good look at you. you're dressed more formally than he is by a mile. he holds a hand out to help you to your feet, his brown eyes falling to the lanyard around your neck.

"you new here?" he asks, jutting his chin out to gesture to your nametag. student teacher is typed above your name and picture.

you nod deftly, brushing off any dirt from your dress pants. "i started today. and you are?" your eyes meet his, and he knows you're silently scrutinizing him. he's much too old to be a student, you deduce easily, but he's dressed far more casually than any other other teachers.

when your eyes drift up to his bleached hair, he snorts. "i'm the coach for the volleyball club," he grumbles. "i don't need to be wearing fancy shit like you."

he sees your eyes light up in recognition as he analyzes your face with crossed arms. "the volleyball club? you must know my cousin then. hinata shoyo?"

keishin deadpans at you. "you're the runt's cousin?"

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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. azumane asahi, akaashi keiji, suna rintarou, oikawa tooru

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader, cursing

NOTES: thank you sm for this request anon! i don’t write for sakusa but i hope it’s okay still <333

AZUMANE ASAHI

“baby?” his voice is soft and slightly panicked as he sits on the floor, right beside the couch. his hand rests right by your shoulder, but it’s almost as if he hesitates to even be close to touching you, he doesn’t want to cross a line in case you’re still mad at him and want to be alone.

he had worried you as his phone had died due to hinata using it to take funny pictures during breaks when they were practicing. it had already been going on for longer than they had planned, but by then you weren’t yet panicked or texting him. but when asahi later arrived at home, three hours later to be exact, you were in the hallway, putting on your shoes as you were about to go search for him.

even though you’d hugged him when he entered your home again and told him how worried you were, those emotions soon turned to anger, but you weren’t exactly mad at him, just at the entire situation. you’d been so extremely worried that something had happened to your boyfriend and didn’t know how to react, so when you said that you wanted to sleep alone on the couch, he didn’t say anything in disagreement even though it slightly hurt his heart.

so now he’s here, waiting for you to say something in case you’re still awake. “why aren’t you sleeping asahi?” you mumble while turning around so he doesn’t have to face your back anymore, this causing him to smile softly while reaching for your hand. you quickly allow him to take it while slowly sitting up to make space beside you. “i still feel sorry for worrying you.”

he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest so you can bury your face into the crook of his neck. “it’s okay, i’m sorry if i overreacted, i just didn’t know what to do,” you whisper while holding onto him as tightly as you can. “i know, but i’m here and safe, so let’s not sleep without each other,” he says, smiling softly as you to nod before the two of you lay back down, too lazy to move to your bed, but that only means you get to be closer to one another.

AKAASHI KEIJI

most people hate arguments, especially with a significant other, but akaashi keiji probably hates it more than anyone else. he can’t bare it. as soon as he realizes that his voice raised just a tiny bit and he sees the hurt on your face, he wants to cry. he hates seeing the upcoming tears in your eyes when he comes home from a long day and is frustrated, taking some of that frustration out of you when you simply just ask how his day was. you don’t deserve that and he knows it.

when he finds you sleeping on the couch after he comes back from a cold shower, his heart drops. is this the beginning of the end? his mind doesn’t stop racing with thoughts as he moves closer to you, sitting on the edge of the couch as he begins to ramble in panic. “i know i’m not the best boyfriend and i really shouldn’t have taken it out on you, you’re the sweetest person i know and i looked forward to seeing you but the tiredness got the best of me. i know it’s not an excuse but i’m so fucking stupid and i don’t want you to cry, i’m sorry for making you cry and for hurting you.”

he doesn’t expect you to reply, he’s just saying it to get it out of his chest, but when you eventually sit up to wrap your arms around him, his eyes widen. “you’re not a bad boyfriend. it’s normal for that to happen and i’m not mad at you for it. it was just unexpected, but i know you didn’t mean to take it out on me,” akaashi only wants to punch himself in the face when he sees that smile on your face. how can you be so nice to him when he’s been acting like an idiot?

you allow him to hold you close as he sobs into the crook of your neck. the only time he stops saying that he’s sorry is when he falls asleep in your arms from exhaustion. akaashi keiji hates fights more than anyone else does, but he also loves you more than anything else in the entire world.

SUNA RINTAROU

the room that was previously filled with yelling and frustrated groans is now quiet as you lay on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you. the pillow you’re holding in your arms is supposed to be a replacement of him, just for tonight when you don’t want to show him just how much he helps you fall asleep at night. you should be able to be away from him, just for tonight.

but no, of course you can’t. how can you possibly fall asleep when his words are still ringing in your head. “maybe we should break up” “this won’t work” “i can’t do this anymore.” did he really mean all that? if he did, why isn’t he leaving the apartment? why is he now leaning against the wall just a few meters away from the couch?

“are you awake?” he asks with his head hung low. his question is quickly answered when you turn around to face him through the dark. suna let’s out a quiet sigh and is currently thankful for the lights being switched off, because the tears running down his cheeks would expose his true feelings in only a mere second. “yes,” you whisper, slowly sitting up.

he takes a shaky breath before walking over to the couch, falling onto his knees and putting his forehead against the edge of the couch. “i love you so much and i don’t want to break up, it’s just that i’ve been feeling so scared lately. scared of not being good enough because i know you deserve the best. i want you to be happy and i thought breaking up would be the best. you always make me feel so loved and happy, but i’ve been so worried i might not make you feel the same because i’m busy with practice and i want you to feel loved and cared for. i don’t know if i can do that for you when i’m away so often and i-“

suna barely even notices how his voice crack after every other word and the amount of tears that are streaming down his cheeks. but you notice, you notice how much his heart is aching and grab his arms, pulling him up onto the couch so you can hold him in your arms, allowing him to sob into your chest as you stroke his back. “you always make me feel so loved, rin. i always feel safe around you and even if you’re away so often, i can’t wait for when you come back home so i can see how much you smile every time you see me and get to be spoiled with your love. i would never want to find anyone else, you make me the happiest person alive.”

he looks up at you with wide eyes as he cups your face, almost as if he can’t believe you’re real. “really? you mean that?” you nod and he soon breaks out into even more tears. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry for even suggesting breaking up. i don’t know what i would do without you, i never want to break up. i want to be with you for the rest of our lives, i love you so much, more than words can even describe. you’re my light, you’re my heart, my heart beats for you, it’s always gonna beat for you,” he whispers before you lean in to kiss him, shutting him up.

your warm touch causes him to melt further into your arms as he buries his face into your chest, holding onto you with all strength he’s gotten as if you would vanish otherwise. “let’s stay together forever,” he mumbles, finally with a smile on his face. he truly doesn’t deserve you, but he won’t ever try to leave ever again.

OIKAWA TOORU

he can’t help but pout when noticing how you’ve made a bed for yourself on the couch. your back is turned to him as you’re curled up into a ball, but he knows damn well that your eyes are most likely wide open as you can’t fall asleep. he wants to hug you close to his chest while playing with your hair, but he doubts you’d allow him to do that now.

oikawa had forgotten about the date you were supposed to have today. you’d been waiting at the restaurant for an hour without a response from him as you called, just to find him playing video games by his computer when you came home. he himself told you that he had so much to do that his mind was all foggy, but it still hurt. deep down, you knew he didn’t mean anything bad with it, but just knowing that he was at home, playing with his friends while you were all dressed up and excited to finally have a date with him, it hurt you. maybe you were childish, but you couldn’t help your own feelings.

when you went quiet after a while as you two were arguing about this, he truly knew he fucked up, even if he didn’t mean to fuck up. just imagining how sad you must have felt when he never appeared at the restaurant caused him to tear up. how could he forget such an important day? he remembers how excited he was for this last week, but after the amounts of exams and volleyball games he’s had, it dug itself further away from his mind.

he’s quiet as he walks towards the couch and lies down behind you, gently stroking your arm. “i’m gonna make it up to you, i promise,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “tomorrow, we’ll do whatever you want. you can decide. if you want to stay home and cuddle all day, we’ll do that. if you want to go to a restaurant or the cinema, we’ll do that too.”

“will you let me hit you?” you ask which causes him to chuckle lightly. “as many times you want,” after he’s said that, you turn around so he can finally see the face he’s wanted to see for so many hours. a frown appears over his face when he sees the dried tears on your cheeks and he strokes your head gently, leaning his forehead against yours. “i’m really sorry, baby. i never want you to feel embarrassed because of me and i never want to hurt you, i’m so sorry for doing that to you.”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry for getting so mad even if it hurt me, i know you’re stressed by everything going on,” you mumble but he shakes his head. “you’re still more important than anything else, I shouldn’t have forgotten about a date so easily, i was really excited for it before. i’m gonna make it up to you because you never deserve to be left alone at a restaurant like that.”

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kairismess · 4 months

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—☆ the haikyuu boys at a beach resort with you.

ATSUMU MIYA.

the first thing this man wants to do with you is go to the beach and just admire how you look in your swim wear. he really can't take his eyes off you, you're just too gorgeous for him.

he finds the stupidest excuses to get you in his arms in your lovely beach attire, even if it'd just make you eye roll hard (or feel warm all over and want to cuddle up with him, maybe even kiss him everywhere)

he's definitely the type to flex in front of you, it's always on purpose, of course.

"oh, hey, shrimpy, didn't see ya there," he'd murmur in a low voice, his abs in front of your eyes as he flexed them, a smirk on his face as he 'accidentally' showed off his toned thighs by stretching a little on the sand.

of course, you'd want to wipe that smug smirk off his face, but damn, does he look good.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

he honestly didn't feel at ease, even at the resort, knowing a lot of other people's germs probably accumulates on the seats, beds, and other amenities available at the resort.

he carries lysol and extra masks and alcohol with him, he usually offers you some by having it always on hand, especially when someone else gets near you.

the only thing he enjoys about being at the beach resort is relaxing on the beach towel and under the umbrella you two brought, eating some fresh fruits.

he does love lounging around next to you, offering to apply sunscreen on you in case you're feeling too warm or heated up.

he refuses to eat or drink anything else apart from the food and drink you two brought, unless it's regarding dinner, even then, he insists that he has to clean and wipe the utensils and plates you two use; it's how he shows that he cares about you.

YUU NISHINOYA.

this man cannot be contained, even on the way there, he kept pointing at all the stuff that caught his eye, asking you if you were there already.

he ran around a little in the lobby of the resort, but luckily, you got a hand on him, keeping him close to you. that's nishinoya's weakness, having your hand wrapped around his, it always forces him to shut up and just admire the feeling of your hand in his.

nishinoya would definitely want to try surfing at the beach, he'd pick out a surfboard of your favorite colors and try out surfing to impress you.

he'd also go scuba diving with you, he'd get all excited seeing the little fishes, turtles, and sea life; with you swimming close by him, enjoying the sights and sounds of the sea.

he'd love to eat watermelon with you at the shore after a long day of adventure. he'd offer to carry your things for you on the way back to the room, or even carry you!

AZUMANE ASAHI.

asahi gets really taken in by the beauty of the beach before him, but also by how gorgeous you look when in the water.

you encourage him to dip his toes in the water, but really... he feels a little shy, being in his swim trunks like this, and going in the cold water with you.

you slowly help him adjust, and believe it or not, asahi has no idea how to swim; so he did freak out a little and panic a bit when he felt himself bob on the water; even though he was a big guy, he stood no chance against the water.

until you got into the water with him and held him close, he finally felt a little more at ease in the sea. he focused on your eyes and voice as you reassured him everything would be okay, guiding him on getting his breath back, he felt a whole lot calmer than he did before.

asahi collected some seashells with you at the shore afterwards, beaming about how cute some of them looked. you two used some of them as decorations for the sandcastles you both built on the shore, asahi was really good at making sandcastles; he dubbed you the ruler of his little sand kingdom, with him as your loyal knight.

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doingitforbokuto · 3 months

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azumane asahi x gn!reader

Asahi loves to watch you get yourself off, loves it when you tease him with it. He goes crazy when you have him tied down, unable to do anything but watch you moan and writhe under your own ministrations. Your hand dips down between your legs, moving in the rhythm he knows you like, the one you showed him the first time he touched you. And Asahi knows that if you would just undo his bonds, he could make you feel so, so good but he's just left where he is while you moan louder as you roll one of your nipples in between your fingers. His hips buck up helplessly as his eyes stay trained on your figure. As much as his cock is becoming uncomfortably hard and leaky, all that he wants to do is to look at you. It's unbelievable how beautiful you are in this exact moment. No matter how much he wants to feel a touch on his cock, he wants to see you come undone from the pleasure so much more. He's whimpering and begging for you to let him touch you, to make you feel good, but you just spread your legs wider and give him the show you know he wants. Every time you buck your own hips against your palm you can see his hips moving almost in sync, his hard dick jumping at the sight. A fat tear of precum rolls down his length onto his balls as he starts humping the air. “Please, baby, please please please-” He's begging and he doesn't care how desperate he seems because he is desperate. Desperate to touch to, to taste you, to please you. To make you feel good. To make you cum. And when you finally undo the knots keeping him in place, he's immediately on you, his mouth wrapping around your sex, his hips pressed against the mattress as he cums from humping the bed while giving you the best head you'll ever get.

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gelus-ugs · 1 year

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It’s not like you intended for this to happen, but to say that you didn’t like it was an understatement.

You stood diagonally behind the seated male, combing your fingers through his hair as you began to gather it together in the back.

Due to where you stood, you couldn’t fully see the other side of his head. Without thinking, you did the first thing that came to mind - pushing his head into your chest so you could properly see the other side.

You hadn’t realized what you did - seeing as you would do this all the time for younger kids such as your siblings or cousins. It was when he slightly shifted that you realized the position you had put him in.

You began to quickly, but diligently, work faster - attempting to quicken the process to get the situation up and over with.

As if noticing your sudden shift in mood, he let out a content sigh and relaxed his body - communicating that he was completely okay with the situation and not at all uncomfortable.

You smiled, continuing to work on the male’s hair.

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Azumane Asahi x Scary!Male!Reader [Fluff]

So, appearently, this one shot is not published?? somehow?? it doesn’t show up for me on desktop or mobile, so i’ll be posting it now i guess -_-

Masterlist.

Haikyuu!!

Requested by GaurikaDutta on Wattpad

Well, the day couldn't have gone better... well, it could have, if Nishinoya wasn't eavesdropping on Asahi's conversation with his boyfriend. But, was it eavesdropping? He just took a peek at his texts with (M/n).

"Asahi-san has a boyfriend?!" Was what he yelled at the top of his lungs after there were done stretching after practice was over for the day.

Of course, the third and second years had some explaining to do, since they didn't know about Asahi's sexuality. At first, he came out as bisexual, then asexual, and he finally got over his sexuality crisis, and realized he was demisexual. He never had a gender preference anyway, and he loves (M/n) as much as his family.

But, after the little explanation, everyone wanted to meet Asahi's boyfriend, something that made the brunette a little nervous, setting in just ask about it to his boyfriend. Even if he already knew what (M/n)'s answer was going to be.

Neither of them ever realize, well they kinda did, but Asahi never explained it to the rest of the Karasuno members.

(M/n) would go to every single one of their games, he was a scary dude in the audience, no one ever sat less than three seats away from him. His tough and intimidating appearance made everyone coward away from him. But the reality couldn't have been farther from that. (M/n) always tested him after every game, whether they lost or won, to comfort him or cheer him up.

They would meet up in an empty place, usually a deserted hallway, occasionally in one of the empty bathrooms, and no one ever found out. Like they had been dating ever since they met, which was when Asahi was still a first year and (M/n) a second year. Asahi knew everyone -except the first years- would recognize him immediately once they see him.

Well, back in his home, Asahi got a call from (M/n), wondering why he suddenly stopped texting him and Asahi explained everything that has happened almost an hour ago. Obviously, as Asahi already thought, (M/n) accepted meeting the Karasuno volleyball team, a cheerful tone of voice making Asahi's heart beat faster and they talked a little more, before saying their good night's to each other and falling asleep.

The next day, Asahi told them his boyfriend was going to come later in the day, since he had to work in the morning till the afternoon. Now, that made everyone though Asahi's boyfriend was way older than him, so they were kinda nervous now.

After a long way, their everyday practice came by, and they were all getting dressed and began stretching.

(M/n) walked inside the school campus, both hands inside the pockets of his leather jacket, he saw some students leaving the building since they didn't have club activities or just weren't in a club. He walked towards the gym where the volleyball team used to practice, since he had a feeling they still got to use it, and he stood outside by the door.

He took his headphones off, letting them hang around his neck and immediately, he was able to hear the squeaky sounds of shoes against the floor, followed by yells or the sound of the volleyball hitting skin or the ground.

The sounds reminded him of last year, during his last high school match at the Winter Cup tournament. Being the ace of the basketball team made him well known around the school, but people were also scared of him, mostly because of his looks and the way he dressed, but in reality...

He was such a cinnamon roll! Like a cute golden retriever!

And yes, Asahi always told him he was really adorable when he was happy, something that, inevitably brought a huge smile to his face.

But getting out of his thoughts, he heard who he presumed was the captain calling a break before another match, and he finally decided to make his presence known.

(M/n) slid the door open, targeting everyone's eyes. Hinata and Yachi flinched at the sight of the intimidating male, while the second and third years bowed with a loud greeting.

Asahi looked at everyone with a panicked expression, muttering that they shouldn't bow and be so formal with (M/n), which made them stare at Asahi with curious looks in their eyes.

"Asahi-san... you mean... that (L/n)-senpai is..." Nishinoya slowly spoke, causing the third-year brunette to blush and scratch the back of his neck.

"Uh, y-yeah... (M/n) is my boyfriend-" not even a second after, Tanaka and Noya were standing very close to the (h/c) haired male, an aggressive expression on both of their faces.

"You better treat our Asahi-san well, senpai." Boys said, causing Daichi to sigh behind them and Sugawara to chuckle at the duo's antics.

"Yeah, senpai, we're watching you closely," (M/n) kept his serious stare on them, making them tremble as they started losing their confidence, but the male just laugh and hugged them by the shoulders.

"I'm so happy I'm finally able to meet the volleyball team!!" He cheered loudly, a playful look in his eyes as he saw the small middle blocker hiding behind a stoic black-haired setter. "Hinata-kun~!"

He yelled as he rushed towards the smaller male, who flinched and shrieked as he ran away, but (M/n) caught him pretty easily.

"There's no need to be afraid, Hinata-kun, I'm not gonna hurt you." Eventually, the orange-haired male let his intimidating senpai hold him in his arms and soon enough, he was laughing out loud to his heart's content.

"Sugawara-san," the blond walked closer to the silver-haired third-year, and he looked at Tsukishima with a gentle smile. "Could you tell me who that guy is?"

At that moment, he realized that neither of the five first years nor the couch knew who (M/n) was, so he started calling out to everyone.

"Everybody, come over for a moment, you too, (L/n)-senpai." (M/n) had a pout on his lips as he set Hinata down, walking next to Asahi and the rest of his kohais. "Alright, this is (L/n) (M/n), he's our senpai and former ace of Karasuno's basketball team."

"Hi~," (M/n) said with a wide smile while he waved his hands.

Tsukishima sweatdropped at the male's behavior, but soon, everyone was having fun getting to know their senpai, while Asahi just watched (M/n) as he got along with everyone just fine.

Yes, (M/n) might look scary and sometimes he can be a little too much to handle, but that doesn't necessarily means is a bad thing. He was extremely kind and very, very sweet.

Just look at him, he even managed to make Tsukishima chuckle at a joke he told him.

#azumane asahi #haikyuu!!#anime #one shot #fluff #male reader #reader insert #x reader #azumane asahi x reader #azumane asahi x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #.mackjlee9 writes

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veroniquesboutique · 4 months

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Kinkcember Day 28 - Mommy & Daddy / Body Worship

For Kinkcember day 28!

Azumane Asahi x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!Reader, female reader, established relationship, body worship, praise kink, multiple orgasms referenced, some foot stuff, fingering, oral f-receiving, dry humping, PV sex, mommy&daddy, other pet names (baby), unprotected, cum inside

18+ Minors DNI!

More (explicit) under the cut!

Drops of sweat prickle on your forehead as you pant in an attempt to catch your breath after an incredible orgasm, your head resting on the soft pillows of your boyfriend’s bed. The moonlight glowing in the room is being drowned out by the yellow light of his beside table, and tingles are still trembling your leg as Azumane Asahi’s own shallow breaths tickle your thigh. His cheek is pressed to the sensitive skin there on your inner thigh, his face and neck a bright pink and his eyelashes fluttering closed as he tries to regain his composure.

Asahi had spent the first few months of your relationship trying to “serenade you” without sex, which you thought was code for make you fall in love with him so you wouldn’t be disappointed by his poor performance in bed. The lack of sex really tested your patience, but you tried to stay satiated with the romantic dates and gifts and little notes every morning you woke up and the way he’d stare at you in your dresses and skirts. Honestly, it was kind of starting to work, and you were shocked when you looked up and it had almost been 8 months since you’d last been with anyone, and you were barely missing it.

Then, for your birthday a few weeks ago, Asahi suggested you come home with him, and as he does, he sat down with you at his dining room table, your hand in his, and asked if you felt comfortable enough to finally have sex with him. You didn’t even let him finish his sentence before you were straddling his lap with your tongue down his throat.

And thankfully you were pleasantly surprised! Turns out he wasn’t trying to make up for something he may have been lacking.

Now, you two fuck like rabbits, near constantly. It’s like a completely new honeymoon phase, one filled with multiple orgasms a night.

Asahi, his hair down and tickling the skin on your hip, throws his arm out to reach the bedside table and grabs a pen from the drawer. He marks two short lines on his wrist before replacing the pen in the drawer.

“What are you doing?” You ask, still out of breath, but he just smiles his bright white smile up at you and places a soft kiss on your thigh.

“Nothing you need to worry about right now.”

“That makes me super suspicious,” You laugh around a pant, and he laughs with you, starting to run a hand up and down your other thigh.

“You’re so soft,” He murmurs, watching his hand brush against you, and you can feel his words start to warm your face up. He was always so complimentary, but he lays it on thick in bed when you’re just laying here like this. It was so surprising to you - how vocal he was about your beauty while inside you - but you can’t say you don’t like it. In fact, you think it might make your orgasms better, but you still need a little more data on that hypothesis.

“Thank you,” You whisper, putting your hand in his hair and brushing the strands away from his sweat sticky skin, and he nuzzles into your touch, moving to kiss up by your hip. His other hand drags up your leg to your other hip and squeezes you there tightly.

“And your curves make me drool thinking about them,” His voice is low, grumbling, yet playful, and as he rolls his eyes in exaggeration, he also smirks at you. “I especially love how your breasts seem perfectly sized for my hands.” He reaches up to punctuate his thought with a soft caress and quick pinch of your nipples. You twitch at the sensation.

“I’m still sensitive, Asahi,” You mutter through teeth, shivering the feeling out of your body, but your admittance just makes him smile more.

“I know,” He whispers against your skin, his breath hot and wet as he pinches your nipple again, and your whole body shocks at the feeling.

“How rude,” You murmur, but you settle in a little when you feel his hand drag back down the side of your body, squeezing you at the waist under his big hands.

“I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re just so beautiful, my love,” He whispers, kissing sloppier kisses against your skin until he decides to push up on his knees, taking your leg under his arm and propping your ankle up on his shoulder so your toes point to the ceilings. The stretch deep in your thigh makes you giggle and wiggle under him until he’s pressing his lips to the bottom of your feet. “All of you is so pretty.”

Continued on AO3...

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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nah but just imagine reader rizzing asahi up like this

a rose for my lovely ace. — asahi azumane x fem!reader

"l-love, what are you..." asahi asks you all flustered, smiling widely like a dork, with a reddish hue streaking across his cheeks as you chuckle and hand him the rose you picked for him this morning. you smiled widely and clutched the guitar you serenaded him with in the middle of the school yard with, not caring about the onlookers who merely gawked at the sight of you romancing the scary, adult-looking third year who looked like a giant.

he sure was a giant, but he had an equally big heart that was soft underneath; so soft that he melted immediately when you got on one knee and handed him that rose. he loved roses, actually, but he wasn't that vocal about since nobody asked—nobody but you, his lovely girlfriend, knew and took advantage of that, picking the prettiest rose that bloomed in the school garden and handing it to the boy you loved dearly.

"isn't it obvious, asahi? i'm declaring my love to you to every doofus that sees us; that way... they all know that we're each others'." you declared confidently, smiling wider as asahi's blush worsened. he tugged on the ends of the cardigan you made him, his favorite one in fact, and he smiled even wider—stuttering repeatedly as he tried finding the right words to tell you, taking the rose from you with a shy 'thank you', sniffing it and smiling all sweetly and in love.

"h-how... how did i get so lucky, being with you?" he asked rhetorically as he giggled shyly, he was the epitome of a schoolboy in love. you chuckled and got on your feet, placing your hand underneath his sharp jawline and pulling him in gently for a passionate kiss on his lips. it was brief, though you showed in a billion ways how much you loved asahi in that kiss—and asahi couldn't ask for any more right now. he returned the kiss, his kiss being softer than yours, and when you two pulled away, he chuckled and felt over the petals of the rose gently and grinned from ear-to-ear.

"you're too perfect for me..." he mumbled, with you taking his hand and walking with him down the schoolyard, not caring about who stared; they deserve to feel jealous that such a sweet boy has such an equally sweet girl. "if i'm too perfect... then you're too perfect for words to describe, asahi." you whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek chastely, making his face go warm and red, with a dorky grin on his face that won't go away no matter how much sugawara and daichi tease him when he's back in class.

with the rose in his hand, asahi feels more loved than he's ever been—he feels more and more in love with you than he had already been in the beginning.

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falsewordz · 7 months

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Study Session

GN Reader who's pretty assertive, expect some dom reader and sub asahi vibe here

CW: ...idk, just...fluff??

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This is just reader teasing and doing intimate stuff and Asahi blushing wayy too much. I need this fluff in my life. AHFSKNKS I want this in real life. Please, anime god or whatever god out there, please let me have a boyfriend like this. Or girlfriend. I don't care I just want fluff in my life. 😭

End of term exams were coming up and you were stressed. You wanted to get someone to study with you to feel less anxious, so you dragged your dear boyfriend, Asahi, down with you.

You came up to him during recess and asked him if you could study with him, either today after school or another day, his choice. Then added, "We can study at my house."

You two studied together all the time, but it was always at school, not once did you study together at your house. Asahi was ready to accept your invitation until he heard your last sentence. He stopped mid word and red clouds rose to his cheeks immediately as he processed what you had said, stammering as if he's suddenly lost the ability to produce coherent speech.

After some heavy blushing and stammering, he gave a positive response back. A response that was probably made a bit too loudly, causing everyone nearby to look and Asahi frying himself internally.

It was cute. Really cute. The fluffy feeling of seeing Asahi blushing and stumbling on his words because of you already made you feel better. You were looking forward to the study session.

After club activities finished, you went down to the gym to pick Asahi up. Volleyball training usually lasted pretty long and always ended after your club activities, so you've made a habit of coming here after you finished.

You enjoyed going to the gym, sitting in the audience section on the top, watching Asahi and rest his teammates practice. You would have your homework with you, writing with the background sound of shoes squeaking against the gym floor and the energetic shouting from the group of teen boys.

It was just nice to be doing something and when you needed, you can just lift your head up and boom, there he is. You would always see Asahi on the court. He's just there, always ready for you to locate him. The warmness you feel every time you see him on the court, full of confidence, always there for you, is something you couldn't really describe.

Although today you noticed something was off. Asahi was making more mistakes than usual, Sawamura and Sugawara both were quite concerned. When Asahi awkwardly told them the reason for his nervousness, Sugawara smirked and started teasing him, Sawamura also teased a bit but mainly focused on getting him to concentrate.

When Sawamura noticed your arrival, he kicked Asahi out and got him to change so he can accompany you. Since Asahi was already distracted, Sawamura knew it would only get worse now that you're here, so he decided it would best to save everyone the trouble and just get Asahi to do what was on his mind this entire time. Asahi can focus on practice another day.

You ran up to Asahi and clung onto his arm as soon as he finished changing. It's something you've done way too many times yet Asahi still heat up every time you do it.

The red blush on Asahi's cheeks just looked so cute that you couldn't help but sneak a peck. The shade on his cheeks deepened immediately. He looked at you, saw your unsaid need in your pleading eyes, and gave a quick peck back with his eyes squeezed shut.

Now you're satisfied.

You led Asahi back to your house. After some comforting along with nervous and awkward conversations between Asahi and your parents, you finally managed to get him into your bedroom.

He sat along side with you on the ground, you could see he's still nervous. His muscles were all tensed up, his head down, although sneaking a few glances at your bedroom now and then. He looked almost like a big dog with his tail between his legs.

He looked so fluffy you couldn't resist but to lean in his arms and snuggle against his chest. Asahi was still nervous, but now the source of nervousness had changed to you instead of being in your room. You patted him a few times in attempt to ease his stress, then started taking out your exercise books to begin studying.

This wasn't something you had done before. You and Asahi were at school most of time, so there wasn't any opportunities to indulge yourself in such intimate behaviours. However confident you seemed on the surface, beneath you were worried about how Asahi was going to react to this sudden gesture.

"Um...are you going to stay like this?" Asahi was practically burning. His body temperature was already warm enough due to his big build, but now? You felt like you were leaning against a hot bar of metal.

"Yeah. You said you were going to study with me, and I feel that I study the best being like this." You looked up to face Asahi, pleading with your puppy eyes but both of you knew it was only a facade and you were smirking beneath it.

There was no way he could say no to that face, but before he agreed, you let him off the hook and got out of his lap. You decided it was too much for your big boy to handle - there was no way that you were going to admit that you were also getting embarrassed - so you took the next best alternative, snuggle against his side with your head on his shoulder.

"Is this better?" You asked, still leaning on his side.

"Ye...yeah." His reply was hesitant. Although your movement was sudden and his stress level shot through the roof when you did it, it didn't mean he hated it. In fact, it was nice to be so close to you, to surround you and enclose you by his muscular chest and arms.

Seeing that you were again starting to take stuff out of your bag, he hesitantly opened his mouth. He said something, but it was so quiet you couldn't even hear him by being right next to him. So you looked at him, tilted your head, "What is it?"

When he tried to resay it, he instinctively lifted his right hand up to cover his face since you're now looking at him, but you caught it and held it in place. You stroked his hand softly using your thumb, encouraging him to speak his mind. "Aww don't do that, I want to see your face."

After some intense struggles within his head, he finally voiced his want, "Uh...so...um, could you do that again?"

"Do what?" You asked despite knowing full well what he was talking about. You tried your best to keep your smirk down, and your efforts seemed to be working, for now.

"...sit in my lap." He averted his gaze from you, otherwise he felt like he was going to short wire.

And those cheeks, oh dear, they seemed even redder now, if that's even possible.

Now it was impossible to keep your smirk down. You licked your lips, "Of course."

Any worry about being too sudden and Asahi taking it illy was all out of the window. You happily crawled back onto his lap, making yourself real comfortable in the little area he's created just for you.

Now you're ready to study.

This might not be the best position for studying, but hey, you could work around it.

And it seemed that Asahi could too.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu oneshot #x reader #x you #x you fluff #x gn reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #asahi x reader #asahi #azumane asahi #asahi fluff #azumane asahi x reader

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leti666bigboss · 1 year

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Hello!

I saw that you said you want to write for Haikyu! Could you please write about Asahi? Something like comforting reader while they are having a hard time, trying to cheer them up?

Use whatever form you prefer (headcanons or text)

Thank you and have a nice day 😄

featuring: azumane asahi

genre: supposed to be angst to fluff

warnings: school stress i guess

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ya9amicide · 20 days

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♡ anime masterlist ♡

pov: your camera roll if you were dating asahi azumane.

#𐙚 sfw !#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu aesthetic #camera roll fic #camera roll fanfiction #asahi azumane #azumane asahi #asahi azumane x reader #azumane asahi x reader #asahi azumane x y/n #azumane asahi x y/n #asahi azumane x you #azumane asahi x you

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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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Perfectly Imperfect Night

Ships: Asahi Azumane x Gn!Reader

Prompt: They swore it was a “rite of passage” and “the best night of your life”. They clearly never experienced being abandoned by your date. Prom sucked until your bestie came to the rescue.

Warnings: Sadge reader

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Also @tohrusoftie my wifey. I hope you’re feeling okay, this one’s for you💓💓. & @asahisimpnation and @screamin-abt-haikyuu because h e ❤️

You should’ve known that something was up earlier that evening. You should’ve recognized your date’s displeasure when they excused themself to the restroom for ten minutes, blaming it on the “heavy bowl of soup” they had eaten.

You should’ve known.

But you didn’t want to.

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The night of your senior prom was always called “the night to remember”. All of the adults sang of its praises, reminiscing their ridiculous hairdos and outfits that they sported at the time. They swore it was a “rite of passage” and “the best night of your life”, but were they telling the truth?

You shook the nasty thoughts away as you slid on your next outfit contender. Feeling rather confident, you snapped a photo and sent it to your friend group’s group chat.

“Thoughtsssss?”

“OMGGGGG IF YOU DON’T BUY IT I WILL 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨“

“Suga, take a chill pill. Anyways, you def should get that one.”

“I agree with Daichi, (Y/N)!!! You look abs. gorgeous!”

Your heart fluttered at the comment from Asahi. Okay maybe you had the tiniest crush on him, but you were going to prom with the date he personally helped you secure, so you were kinda stuck.

“This one it is then! See you hotties 2-nite 😎😎”

Swiftly changing into your street clothes, you then purchase the outfit and rush home. As soon as you step into your bedroom, you shut the door and open your blinds. Turning on some music, you sit down and prepare to get ready for the upcoming night.

After about ten minutes, your phone begins to ring.

“Hey, (Digital Assistant Name), answer call.”

“Answering call from Mufasahi.”

“Hiya!” You chirped, styling your hair with ultimate focus.

“Hey, (Y/N)!! Me and the guys figured we should call to remind you about-“ the long haired male’s voice was cut off as he took notice of how incredible you looked in such a short time. “Uh… about d-din-dinner.”

“Yep! Me and (Date’s Name) will be there exactly at five.” You replied happily, turning your attention to the screen.

“R-Right.“ You couldn’t exactly make out the gibberish, but you couldn’t miss the teasing tone that was laced on Sugawara’s tongue. “Uh… we’ll see you in a few hours!”

“See ya!” With a happy hum of contentment, you ordered your phone to continue playing your music, and returned to your duties.

After hours, your look was complete. You looked absolutely stunning, and couldn’t wait to show your date and your friends your look. You arrived at the agreed upon restaurant first, waiting patiently for your friends.

Little kids and older people eyeballed you in amazement, complimenting your look with huge smiles. You couldn’t help but feel beautiful…

Your date arrived first. They grinned weakly at you and took a seat across from you in the booth.

“You look nice.” They said quietly.

“Thank you. I think you look great too.” You replied with a warm smile.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. Your date had opted to aimlessly scroll through their phone, leaving you practically alone.

A sudden, over-exaggerated gasp caused the two of you to snap your heads up.

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, and the roll of your eyes, when you caught a glimpse of Sugawara fanning himself dramatically.

“Daichi, catch me! I’m going to pass out! Aphrodite herself is jealous of this deity right here.”

You chuckled, “You’re not so bad yourself, Suga.”

Your date stepped out, allowing themself to sit on the end, as all of your friends piled into the booth. This did not go unnoticed by Asahi, who instantly shot a look at Daichi.

The two ignored it, choosing to go on with ordering their dinners.

Halfway through the meal, your date excused themself to the bathroom, muttering something about their soup.

“You don’t like them very much, do you?” Asahi whispered in your ear, gently touching your shoulder

You sighed, “And here I was thinking that I was being subtle.”

Your date returned just in time to pay, in which they payed only for themself and not you. Regardless, you all piled into Sugawara’s mom’s minivan and rode together to the prom.

The scene was bustling and noisy. Music loud, lights bright, and colors vivid. Your date set the pace of the group, walking quickly ahead of the rest of you. Asahi merely sighed, placing a warm, protective hand on the small of your back. “That’s not how you’re supposed to treat your date.” he grumbled.

You all caught up with each other inside and made your way to the dance floor. Your friends instantly dragged you and your date by the hands to a little part of the floor separate from the crowd.

To your shock, and everyone else’s, your date seemingly enjoyed being goofy with you. They happily danced with you, a huge smile on their face. You reciprocated the smile, giggling a bit.

The night had been going perfectly, until your date had to genuinely use the restroom, and Suga gave you a “great” idea…

“C’monnnn, if you don’t do it, I will!” The silver-haired male whined, grabbing your hand with both of his. “This is the moment you’ve been waiting for!”

You furrowed your brows as you whined softly. “I know but-“

“No buts! Go request that song!”

You groaned and carefully sauntered over to the DJ booth. You then requested your date’s favorite slow song, hoping to continue the tiny spark between you and them.

You and your friends decided it was a good time for a break. Four, very overheated third years carefully trudged to the cheap, hard, metal chairs. The four of you sat down, instantly feeling the relief on your aching feet.

“Anyone else thirsty? I’m going on a drink run.” Asahi chimed as he suddenly stood up.

After the group murmured their drink orders to him, he smiled then turned on his heel to retrieve them.

The lights suddenly changed from overwhelming shades of warm colors, to a dim white, and the music slowed. Asahi chuckled, instantly recognizing the familiar melody.

His chuckle faded, however, when he returned to see you sitting with your chin resting on your palm, looking utterly defeated. “(Y/N)?”

He handed the drinks out quickly and knelt down. “What’s the matter?”

You didn’t reply, instead opting to weakly point at the crowd. Asahi’s eyes fell upon (Date Name) leading someone else through the slow dance, their connection seemingly at 100%.

“I see.” He murmured.

Tears gently pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried to hastily focus on something else.

Instead, you were interrupted by a gentle tapping on your shoulder.

“Hey.” Asahi was standing before you, smiling.

“Hey.” You sniffled.

“May I…” this was it. The big moment. He could do it. “May I h-have this dance?” He slowly held out his hand.

You took it, rising carefully to your feet. “You May.”

Asahi led you wordlessly to the dance floor, right next to your date and their new dance partner. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you at a comfortable distance. “Is this okay?”

“It is… thank you.” You whispered, grinning up at him with teary eyes.

The ace removed one of his hands from your hip, carefully brushing the underside of your eye with his thumb. “Don’t let them make you cry. I hate that they made you think that you aren’t good enough…”

“It’s alright, Asahi.” You murmured softly.

“(Y/N)…” Asahi carefully pulled you close into his chest, still swaying side to side, “You’re worth more to me than all of the stars in the sky.”

The whispered message allowed all of your held-back lamentations to come flowing out. The long-haired male simply held you tightly. “There there… I’ve got you now.”

Gently tilting your chin upward to allow you to look at him, Asahi sighed in contentment before carefully connecting his lips to your forehead.

“I’m never letting you go.”

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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doingitforbokuto · 1 year

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Asahi secretly loves to show you off. He would never admit that though, not to his friends at least.

He would never tell them about how much he loves it when he sees how their eyes go big when they see you or when they compliment you. He tries to hide the blush when he hears people talk about how pretty you are. He makes sure to sit down and hide his growing erection when he hears someone talk about how they can't believe that he pulled someone so out of his league.

He loves it because he knows that he will get to prove them wrong about you being too good for him. He knows that once his head is buried in between your thighs, he has you moaning and whining in no time. Your hands grab at his long hair and your thighs are shaking around his head. His hands have to come up and hold them in place for you or otherwise you'd suffocate him in the most heavenly way.

He loves showing you off because he knows he will get to show you how precious you are, too. He takes you home and shows you just how much he deserves you. He makes you sit on the bed, with the soft mattress under you. He unzips your pants for you and helps you slide them down your legs. Once he has discarded them to the side he carefully kisses his way up your legs. His big hands gently lift one of your ankles up to his lips so he can press small kisses on it. He makes his way upwards as he lays your leg over his shoulder, whispering sweet compliments into your skin.

But most of all, he loves it because he knows that even though you have all those other guys fawning over you, at the end of the night, he is the one you want to go home with.

#asahi #lemon #azumane asahi #asahi x you #asahi x readee #azumane asahi x reader #azumane asahi x you #asahi smut #azumane asahi smut #azumane asahi x reader smut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader

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soranihimawari · 1 year

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Needle & Thread

An Azumane Asahi x reader short

Word count: 2.2k+

Rating:AAF (azumane asahi fluff)

Warnings: none, a little ooc moments from Sawamura & Suga//unspecified gender!// fluff

I just wanted to say perhaps Azumane having a crush is something I’d love to read about every once in a while. Also, this is how I think he hypes himself up mentally when yn is around

All was well in the home economics lecture hall at the community college you were attending this semester. The fashion course you had signed up for had been advertised as an introductory one and though you may have been one of the youngest designers among your peers, yet your desk mate was another student definitely from another part of your city.

You were always intrigued by both his designs as much as he was enamored with your use of unique materials when you had much simpler projects due. Perhaps it was your use of felt and wirework that inspired him to create an ornate jewelry set for that week and maybe he inspired you to create a three piece suit in hunter green and navy. You each had received praise from both your peers as well as the professor who hummed with a curt smile during the review.

Now, as the chimes on campus begin their late night tune to announce the hour, you settle into your seat and wonder about the young man whose seat has remained vacant for the second week in a row. It’s not like him to be absent, you wonder. Yet you recall him mentioning his volleyball team had won all necessary matches in their prefecture. Your professor drones on with the attendance list since art courses, especially design ones at that, where time is of the essence. Your sketchbook along with your personal tablet holds the keys of the past designs you had breathed into existence. As your attention is drawn back to the front of the classroom’s whiteboard, a singular word was written there: BIRDS.

The hell are we supposed to do with this? You think. Funnily enough, as you were zoning out, your hand had already picked up the stylus and you had already begun making several shapes that resembled crows’ feathers. The fact you remembered your deskmate had a little white crow plush on his sewing fabric bag to show ‘school pride’ must have been the silver lining when you continued to sketch a few more key components for the dress you will attempt to create.

An hour goes by and pretty soon you had a more refined sketch of the completed outfit. Your professor stops by your desk as you add a few more details thus tapping their index finger on the desk to announce their presence. You slower your stylus strokes of color to give your professor your undivided attention.

“Fascinating design as always,” they say.

“Thanks,” you reply. Holding up your tablet, you give a brief summary of the birds you chose to showcase with the completion of the project.

“Hmm… a crow and a pheasant, huh?”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe adding some hints of sapphire satin or even amethyst tulle to the bodice…”

“Given your design, I suggest a more pliable fabric, but if sophisticated chic is what you were aiming for, try playing with nylon and pleather fabrics for those details,” was their advice.

You nod.

“By the way, y/n,” the professor pauses before moving on to the next workstation. “I heard Azumane-san’s team won against Inarizaki today. You ought to text him later.”

You feel the blush creeping up the back of your neck as you realize your professor’s intention on feeding you that intel. Your brain seems to have short circuited as you hear their voice give other advice a few work stations ahead. Nervously swallowing the pooled saliva in your mouth, you feign a cough as you shake your head side to side to reset your focus.

Class wraps up about twenty or so minutes later. On the train ride home, you decide to search the intramural results. There in the black white newspaper sports pages for the Tokyo City News you see the results from today’s match. You swipe that article away and immediately open your text message chain with Azumane, A.

It’s forty-five minutes post the Karasuno coaches’ “Light’s Out” call when suddenly Azumane’s phone lights up with your name flashing across the screen. He immediately picks up though the others the ace shares the room with suddenly scramble to take possession of his phone.

“Oh ho? Is that text from the illustrious y/n?” Sugawara wriggles his eyebrow.

“Or is it from your mom this time reminding you to buy her a souvenir?” Sawamura teases in a light hearted tone.

The fact Sugawara brings up your name so casually causes Azumane’s ears to sort of turn a magenta hue.

“And so what if it’s y/n?”

He unlocks his phone to read the texts you sent him. The first was fine:

-Y/L/N, Y. (23:13): Professor Z told me you had a game today. Missed having you in class tonight. Congrats on winning against Inarizaki! :]

His phone vibrates in his hands again after staring at your text for about five more minutes. There is something about your cheerful demeanor radiating over there words you sent that make Azumane’s face flush—perhaps when he returns to class he’d muster up the courage to ask you to walk home together. Maybe even pick up some hot cocoa at the combini near the train station by the college.

-Y/L/N, Y. (23:25): Been home for about an hour or so now. You must be tired. Is it too late to call?

“So, before you mentally shut down for the night Asahi,” Sugawara sits up on his mat with his arms crossed over his chest. “What did your crush say this time?”

“Suga!” Sawamura used his eldest sibling's tone this time thus forcing a playful yet sincere apology to come from the vice captain. “Ya can’t just blurt out facts like that aloud. I mean sure our Asahi is tall, devilishly handsome, and our charming ace finally has someone who caught his eye…”

“Y/N w-wants to call me,” Azumane’s voice is a mixture of excitement and nerves. It’s eerily similar to the first time he attended practice again in the dingy gym back on campus, yet glancing back to the way he was then versus now. He slides his phone in his pajamas pocket while reaching for his hoodie at the foot of his bed.

With an abrupt and politely uttered, “I’m headed out for a bit.” Azumane grabs his hoodie and slides the balcony door open. He slips on a pair on house slippers as well. Tokyo and the neighborhood they’re staying in seems to glow in the wintery haze. Once the door is closed behind him, Azumane taps his reply. He presses the green arrow only to be greeted with a delivered message under his reply. A couple minutes go by as the winter wind whistles through the barren tree branches in surrounding the hoteru when a familiar ringtone designated just for you reaches his ears.

Meanwhile, Sugawara and Sawamura updates the rest of the team of their ace’s latest installment rightfully dubbed by Yamaguchi: ‘love but make it fashion’. Even Kiyoko and Hitoka-chan were included in this team chat. Though by now most of the team had begun to drift off one by one prior to Azumane dialing your number.

Azumane breathes your name with a visible puff of air.

“Asahi,” there’s a cheerful register in your tired voice. It’s like a warm invitation to stay awake for a little while longer. “I’m surprised you’re still awake at this hour. Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“Yeah, but I figured you could fill me in on what I missed in class today?”

“Oh,” you sound a bit disappointed. “Professor’s word today was BIRDS. It’s the theme for the next project.”

“Ah, I see.”

You hum into the receiver. “You played a really great game today. Saw some highlights on the late night sports recap on t.v. Almost makes me want to ditch classes tomorrow and cheer your team on, haha.”

He chuckles after regaining his composure because surely you’re flirting with him right now, yes? Absolutely.

“We play Nekoma next.”

You suppose it’s your turn to be a bit bold. A small smile tugs at your lips. You hear the wind whistling in the background.

“Is that an invitation I heard from my dear deskmate?”

“Yes.”

He hears you struggle with the sheets as you sit up bolt straight in your bed. A soft thud he imagines came from you clumsily hitting the back of your head on the wall by accident and a curse escapes your lips as you feel your heart beat increase.

“Smooth ass motherfucker,” you mutter through gritted teeth. “When do you play?”

Azumane on the other side leans against the railing trying to suppress his laughter. A few more minutes go by before your call ends with an open ended promise of attending the match in a few days time.

Come the morning, you awake with a bit of a headache. Your phone rests charging by the end table in your room along with a glass of water your parent typically leave behind before reporting for work. Across your bed on the wall located next to your computer desk is a rip off calendar themed with Chococat imagery. You realize you forgot to tear it off the night before, so as you mentally replay the conversation you had with your fashion course classmate, you hum blissfully to yourself until you pick up your phone with wide eyes.

“Oh shit!” you whisper yell into the air. “No way! It can’t be that late. Right? Arugh!”

Kicking off your sheets and tearing off the date off the calendar, you rush into the hallway to wash your face in the guest bathroom of your residence. Afterwards, you decide to dress rather quickly opting for the jeans and crew neck sweater along with a beanie to keep your ears warm when you leave. You knew attempting a day trip to Tokyo would be an ambitious endeavor, but if your parent can do it, so can you. You send a text quickly after sorting out a travel drawstring backpack complete with bottles of water, a few almond butter and jam sandwiches, your wireless headphones, your Canon AE-1 35mm camera, and external battery pack.

Leaving a note behind on the kitchen counter for your parent in case they would eventually blow up your phone like the first and last time you left for a day trip (to go shopping with materials at the beginning of the semester-long course) with a girl friend from your school.

The total amount of travel time to reach Tokyo, more specifically the sports arenas where the Intramural Spring Tournament for Volleyball was held, had been estimated to be a solid ninety-minute commute via trains. Apparently luck was on your side since most trains had been running on time. Renewing and purchasing the student monthly pass at the automated ticket kiosk had been a breeze and now you stand on the designated platform; you wonder if this rush of excitement and nerves will be as close as you’d ever feel to what Azumane felt when he (and by extension his team) walks on to the court. Once you arrive at your final stop (since your trip included two transfer trains), you walk off the up escalator and breathe the bustling capital city warming air. You see a sign for the local coffee haus: within a matter of fifteen minutes, you leave with a warmed bagel in a small brown bag and a cup of coffee. You follow a few cheerful students who came to cheer on their classmates; you figure you’re headed in the right direction when you bump into a voluptuous blonde who seems to have a very unique outfit despite the weather.

“Whoops, sorry miss,” you apologize as politely as you could.

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you, then something changes in her demeanor as she extends her hand to you.

“You came to watch Karasuno beat Nekoma, right?”

You sip your coffee and nod. The bag with your bagel crinkles in your other hand.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to the arena where they’re playing. I’m gonna go cheer for my little brother,” she adds.

You bite into your bagel quickly before she calls out over her shoulder, “Tanaka Saeko. Call me Saeko-nei.”

“Y/L/N.”

The walk to the arena doors isn’t that far, nor is it too long. Saeko fills you in on what you had missed since the tournament began (or rather when she arrived with a few of the neighborhood ex-volleyball club members) to formulate the Karasuno cheer club. She had dubbed themselves that considering how the school was once considered powerhouse.

“Flightless crows?” you continue eating your bagel while pondering upon the insulting title. Saeko points to the banner hanging over the railing with the team’s motto: FLY. You crumple the now empty bag and toss it in the next trash bin while you still sip your beverage.

“Crows aren’t flightless creatures,” you mention to Saeko when she joins you in the second row of the bleachers. “They’re quite intelligent. Besides, a flock is known as a murder. How flightless were they?”

For once, the blonde remains quiet. She has a pensive look to her face, so much so that when other members of the neighborhood alumni come to join you two, one of them asks Saeko who you are.

“Oh, this is Y/L/N-san. They sort of bumped into me on the street on the way here, past the bakery. Mentioned they wanted to watch the match.”

“So you just tagged along?” the man with glasses and a kind smile asks. “Y’ know you shouldn’t really talk to strangers, haha.”

You shrug, mentioning that if it weren’t for his blonde friend you’d be even more lost and would probably be at the arena when a good chunk of the matches were done for the day. The man nods as he adjusts his glasses.

“I wanted to see what a classmate of mine does with his spare time. Attending fashion courses isn't cheap either,” you stick with the truth. “Besides, I go to a different school; one where a few of our sports team clubs were cut due to lack of funding. Unfortunately volleyball was one of them.”

“That’s awful, sorry to hear that,” the man continues. He turns to see Saeko busy conversing with another alum along with the rest of the drum line. “You want to sit here to stay a in the next section over? You might see your friend better from there.”

He points to the front row a few meters away close to the railing. It’s close enough to the side of the net where you would presume Azumane’s team would play.

Meanwhile, in the locker room provided for Karasuno today, an entirely different conversation was happening.

“Did Y/L/N contact you?” Nishinoya wonders.

“You better not freeze out there if you see ‘em,” Sawamura teases.

On the other side of the bench, two first years are having another tussle of words as well that had little and or nothing to do with trying to Azumane to calm down.

“Quit it boke!”

“You’re going to break my brain even more Bakayama!”

Azumane for the life of him decides to silence the room and his fellow teammates with a sharp squeak of confusion in a poor attempt to mask his incoming text tone. Funnily enough, though the majority of the club had already changed into their traditional ebony uniforms, hearing their ace squeak made them shut up rather quickly.

-Y/L/N, Y. (10:59): do your best. I know you and your team deserve to win, Azumane-san. Win or lose, you’re still an ace. [ : oh! And a damned good designer.

A strange sense of calm comes over Azumane when his shoulder receives a gentle yet affirming squeeze by Kiyoko who just nods with a small smile. Surely everyone knows of you, but considering how their friend currently stares at his sent reply to your message with a mere thumbs up emoji accompanied by a ‘Thenks’ line a child on the morning of their birthday, they knew they might need to cover for him for the first few plays of the match.

Lo and behold the telecasters begin their normal routine checks not too far from the court you’re standing above. The anchor men are having their microphones hooked on their lapels when a different chime to announce the hour goes off. You watch as both teams enter the court with to begin their warmup routines. It doesn’t take too long for you to open your bag to pull out your camera and watch as a few members of your classmate’s team take to the air to hit the airborne ball back over the net. Others on both sides of the court continue with their stretches. You snap a few photos here and there to test out the original settings, making adjustments as needed.

The game begins with a shrill call of a whistle. You hear the team chant and when you lower your camera for a split second, the player in the black jersey with a bright “2” on the front grabs Azumane’s attention; with a swift nod in your direction, your eyes meet briefly.

“Holy shit,” the ace who rarely curses suddenly becomes nervous all over again.

You just mouth out a quick “focus & excel,” with a raised fist.

And for once in his young adult life, Azumane Asahi chooses to embody the very definition of those words.

“Ready?” Sawamura asks him with a smirk.

“Let’s play,” Azumane chuckles preparing to receive the first serve of the match.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #sora scrbbles 2023 #azumane asahi x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff

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heavenlyakin · 1 year

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for you my sweet @we-are-so-close

cw: asahi being cute, some sexual innuendos, sexual touching, it’s very mild but fun

I hope you enjoy!

Minors DNI

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“Whatcha working on?” You try and peek over Asahi’s shoulder but he covers the notepad with a scrap piece of paper.

“Darling,” he raises an eyebrow and speaks in a teasingly firm tone.

“What?” You smile, moving around the recliner he’s seated in.

Asahi has been hunched over in that recliner for hours, working away at something he won’t let you see. It’s driving you mad. He rarely ever brings work home with him like this. You drop to your knees in front of him, your hands placed delicately on his knees, slowly rubbing up his thighs.

“Come on, don’t you want to show me?” You say as seductively as you can muster, your fingers finally reaching the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

“God,” his eyes flutter shut. “Darling, ple-,” his eyes shoot open and he stops speaking all together as you palm over his hardening cock under his sweats.

“Yes, baby?”

He flips the notepad in your direction. “I can’t let you pleasure me over a damn SpongeBob drawing I’ve been drawing for you. Look, it even has bran flakes,” he lets out an awkward laugh. “But I mean… I won’t say no to a blow job for it.”

“Fuck you,” you laugh, standing up and snatching the notepad for him to admire the perfect characters and box of bran flakes.

#asahi azumane x reader #azumane asahi x reader

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we-are-so-close · 1 year

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Saturday Afternoons

Asahi x fem!reader word count: 1.8k warnings: Asahi and reader have a son named Hitoshi (Toshi), use of mommy and daddy in the paternal sense, one suggestive use of "daddy" from reader author's note: feeling self indulgent

Quiet Saturdays were days you loved and loathed. On one hand, you were able to run errands, get things done around the house, and just have some “me” time. On the other hand, you missed being around your favorite boys. This Saturday in particular was a “Daddy/Toshi Day”; a day for your boys to spend doing whatever they liked. But you couldn’t complain too much, as most other Saturdays were days you spent with either one of them or both of them.

You were laying on the couch reading a book when you heard the front door open and close in the only way your child knows how. Soft, socked pitter-patters littered the hallway, growing louder with each step.

“Mommy? MOMMY! We’re home! Mooommmmyyy. Mom-Oh, there you are, mommy!” he exclaimed as he ran over to the couch and launched himself on top of you.

“Hi, Toshi. Did you have a nice, fun day with Daddy?” you asked as you squeezed him tightly.

“Oh, Mommy,” he sighed as he flung himself dramatically back onto the couch. Appearance wise, he was Asahi’s clone. But, personality wise? He was more animated and dramatic than both you and Asahi combined. But still, he was an angel of a child and he never ceased to amaze you.

“Let me tell you all about the day I’ve had.” He crossed his legs up under himself, folded his hands in his lap, and stared at you with big eyes. You mimicked his movements and sat patiently.

“First, Daddy and I went to breakfast. But we had to go to a new place. And, Mommy, I can’t believe it, but they didn’t have any waffles!”

“Oh no! Those are your favorites!”

“I was a little sad. But Daddy said that pancakes are just as yummy. He told me that they’re your favorites, so I wanted to try them, too. And guess what, Mommy,” he said with a serious tone.

“What, Toshi?”

“They put chocolate chips in there. Chocolate chips in the pancakes! Did you know they could do that?” his little voice was full of excitement. “Daddy even let me pour the syrup on myself! And I accidentally poured a lot on it.”

“Oh, wow! Were they still super yummy?”

“Yep! Super duper yummy! I tried to give Daddy a bite, but he just kept drinking his coffee,” he said as he made a disgusted face.

You quirked an eyebrow. “Oh? Was that the only thing he had for breakfast?”

“Mhmm!” a stern look replaced the disgusted look.

“Hm, Mommy’s gonna have to talk to Daddy about that.”

His eyes got big, his eyebrows lifted almost to his hairline. “Is Daddy in trouble?” his voice was just above a whisper.

“Of course not, honey. Everyone needs to eat a good breakfast,” you smiled softly at the child and a look of relief washed over him.

“What did you do after breakfast?”

“We walked around for a long time looking at stuff in stores, but we didn’t get anything. Oh! We went to see a movie! I got a large popcorn and a large Sprite! And Daddy shared with me.”

“Mmm. What was the movie about?”

He went on and on in great detail about the movie. There was a really fun song and maybe you could download it so that you guys could listen to it. He told you about his favorite part of the movie and how he had to hold Daddy’s hand for a scary part. He loved how dark the movie theater was during the movie, but when the lights came back on after it was over how much it hurt his eyes.

“And sometimes, Daddy would check his phone and that hurt my eyes, too.”

“Tsk, tsk. Daddy knows better than to be on his phone during a movie.”

“It’s okay, Mommy. I think it was important. Cuz we had to go to his work for a little bit.”

That comment turned your smile into a grimace. There was a long-standing rule for Saturdays - No Work, period. This also crossed a line for you, because you didn’t like the idea of Hitoshi being around the people Asahi worked with. Some of the people were fine, but the models always rubbed you the wrong way.

“It was boring. I did get to sit in a big, comfy chair and watch Daddy work. Does Daddy dress you like he does the ladies at work?”

You chuckled, “No, buddy. I dress myself.”

He scrunched his little face. “Then why was Daddy helping them? Is it cuz they can’t dress themselves? That’s silly. How could they not know that!” He hummed to himself, but continued on.

“Some of the girls kept rubbing my hair and telling me I’m cute. I told them that I know, my mommy tells me all of the time!” He stated this matter-of-factly.

“You are the cutest person I know.” You pulled him into a hug and kissed his forehead.

“You’re the prettiest person I know. I even told all of those girls that you were. And then they left and had to practice walking. First they need help gettin’ dressed and then they need help walking? I think they need to go back to school.”

You laughed at his insight. He was a bright little boy.

“Did you and Daddy do anything else?”

“Yeah! Daddy got me some ice cream for helping him at work! He let me have the biggest bowl and I got hot fudge and sprinkles. I wanted to bring you some too, but DAddy said it would melt,” he got visibly sad at this remark. “Mommy, I wish you could have come with us today. Daddy and I missed you a lot!” He jumped into your arms and snuggled against your chest. His love filled your heart to the brim.

“I’ve missed you too, buddy. It sounds like you had a fun day. But, I think it’s time for a healthy snack and time to rest your brain.”

“But, my brain isn’t sleepy!” He began to protest.

“Hitoshi, my love, you’ve had a busy day. Your brain needs a little rest. You have to rest for one hour and then you can come out. Then, I’ll make dinner. What would you like?” You picked him up and carried him into the kitchen.

“Noodles! Noodles! Noodles!” he chanted out.

“Okay, noodles it is,” you chuckled. “How about for snack? We have apples, strawberries, carrots, or celery.”

“Hm, how many do I have ta eat?”

You narrowed your eyes at your little negotiator and said, “just pick one and then we’ll decide.”

He chose carrots, and you placed a handful of them into a cup for him to snack on. You hoisted him up onto the counter where he ate the vegetables without complaint. He drank the water and let out a contented sigh.

“C’mon, buddy. I’ll give you a piggyback ride to your room,” you squatted down in front of him and he climbed onto your back.

“Wait, I need to tell Daddy something.”

You trotted around the house looking for Asahi. But now that you thought of it, you didn’t hear him come in. You went to peek outside and found him still by the car on the phone. Your child nudged you further.

“It looks like Daddy’s busy, bud.”

“Mommy, it’s very important.”

Whether it was important or not to you, it didn’t matter. It was important to Hitoshi, and whatever Asahi was talking about could wait for the time being. Asahi saw you walking up to him and his face lit up. He said something into his phone and put it into his pocket.

“Hi,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead.

“My love, Hitoshi has something important to tell you.” You turned so that your son could look at his father.

“Daddy,” the sassy six year old started.

“Buddy,” Asahi replied.

“You’re the best. I love you!”

Asahi smiled softly. He took the boy in his arms and hugged him. He whispered something into Hitoshi’s ear and your son smiled wide and whispered a loud “yeah!”. Both of them looked at you and ambushed you in a group hug. Both of them kissed either side of your face over and over, and it caused you to go into a giggle fit.

“Toshi, guess what?” Asahi asked your son.

“What!” the boy shouted excitedly.

“Daddy is so lucky to have you and Mommy in his life.” He smiled at you and your heart fluttered.

“Hitoshi, it’s time to go rest now,” you gently reminded him.

“Oh yea. We’re having noodles for dinner!”

“Mhmm. And the sooner you go rest your brain, the sooner you’ll be to having noodles.”

His eyes got big at the sudden realization. He tried to wiggle out of Asahi’s arms to no avail.

“C’mon, Daddy! Let’s go rest our brains! We’ve had a big day and need our rest!” He tried to convince his father into letting him go. The three of you walked into the house.

“You go ahead, Toshi. I need to talk to Mommy for a few minutes.”

The little boy hurried off toward his room, the promise of noodles fueling his desire to rest.

“Busy day, huh?” you asked with an eyebrow quirked.

“He tell you everything?”

“Yep.”

Asahi looked at you with guilt in his eyes. He pulled you in for a hug, his head rested on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I tried to get them to get someone else to come in. But the photo shoot was pushed up several days and they needed me. I should have let you know before I took him with me,” he sighed. “We have a really great kid, you know that?”

“He must take after his dad,” you smirked.

He shook his head, “No, he definitely takes after you.”

You smiled. “Agree to disagree. Although, what do you think about having another mini you running around? I wouldn’t mind one,” you combed your fingers through his hair. He pulled back to look at you, his eyes scanning your face.

“D-do you mean that?”

“Yes, daddy,” you smiled deviously and gave a playful poke.

Asahi’s face turned bright red. He leaned in to kiss you, wiping the grin off of your face. He deepened the kiss, one hand holding the back of your head, his other hand on the small of your back pulling you closer into him. The creak of a door and a tiny voice broke both of you off of each other.

“Mommy, will you snuggle with me so my brain can rest better?”

You smiled at Asahi. “Be right there, buddy,” you called back to Hitoshi.

“To be continued,” Asahi said before kissing you on the forehead.

“I’m holding you to that,” you blow him a kiss as you walk down the hallway.

As much as the idea of having another mini him running around was endearing, the idea of having a mini you running around made his heart soar even more.

#asahi x fem!reader #azumane asahi x fem!reader #asahi x reader #azumane asahi x reader #cw parenthood #asahi #azumane asahi #this is like my dream scenario #i'm boring i know #but i yearn for a simple life with the man i love

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