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denays-xo · 2 years

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Trying To Get Back Together | Bokuto x Reader

Pairing: Bokuto x Reader

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Author's Note: aaaaaaa here's the part 2! I haven't posted anything in so long and I really missed this. I hope you like bokuto's version of this series!

Note that words that have * in them will be defined at the bottom of the post. This is just in case people who don't know the meaning of those words or acronyms.

Summary: After graduating high school. Y/N went overseas to pursue their career path and for some-- personal reasons. They don't know how they managed to become the publicist managing the merchandise of one of the most popular volleyball team-- MSBY Black Jackals. And because their luck unbelievably gets worse day by day, her ex is in here too!

TTGBT #2: Bokuto Koutarou

Part 1: The Meeting

Part 2: The Backstory

Part 3: The Ending

You’re sitting across the PR manager who’s babbling repeatedly about how important the clients you were meeting.

“Do you even understand me, Y/N? They’re a ‘Division 1’ team, they’re one of the strongest and most popular volleyball teams in Japan, maybe even the world. Can you even comprehend how big of a project this is for us? Oh screw it, what would you even know.” He says with an exasperated sigh but continues to blab again anyways. Ironically, you know more volleyball than he does.

Usually, you would pay more attention to whatever he’s saying right now, but your thoughts are focused on your rapid heartbeat and trying your hardest to not make your whole body shake. You can’t shake the thought of meeting your ex-boyfriend after more than five years. Maybe he doesn’t recognize you anymore and it would be okay. Maybe he became so focused on his career that he forgot whatever happened during highschool. But you hoped he recognized you, you hoped he didn’t forget, and that’s why you can’t stop this overwhelming feeling rushing through you.

You arrived at the stadium and you can’t help but admire how big it is. So he’s at this level now. You also can’t help but feel hesitant about going inside and seeing him play again. If it weren’t for the PR manager literally pushing and rushing you inside, you don’t know how long you would’ve stood there. After entering the gym, you were immediately greeted by the loud screams of MSBY fans. You were also greeted by the big smile on the face of the man that caused the screams on a wide screen attached to the roof.

“Bokuto spikes through the blocks again with an extremely narrow cross shot! Of course, along with the amazing set from Miya Atsumu………”

The sounds start to drown out and the only thing left is deafening silence as you stare at the man on the screen. He was pointing at the crowd with a big smile on his face as the team gathered together to congratulate each other. You moved to the front in order to get a better look at the team you will manage. But you know deep inside that it was him that you wanted to see.

The team was in another set of back to back rallies with each other. Hinata, as always, was flying over the net which scored them another point. You remember meeting Hinata when Karasuno first participated in their joint training. He was adorable back then and was as chaotic as him. Now, he looks like a grown man and it even seems that he improved drastically.

That’s about as much as the time other people came and distracted your mind. Your eyes always fixated on the eccentric and overexcited man that’s cheering for the crowd as much as they are for cheering him.

Bokuto was absorbed in the crowd as he always was. After all, who has time to care for other people when you’re trying your best to win your own game? The only time, for the first time since high school, that he was distracted was when he saw you amongst the crowd with a big binder in hand. His clear eyes knew that your eyes met and that you were looking at him too. Bokuto doesn’t know what to do or how to process this information. It was only when their team captain shouted at him to go to his position.

You saw him visibly freeze when your eyes locked. You decided that enough is enough and hurried outside. You just can’t take how overwhelming it is emotionally to meet with him again. You would think that after five years all those feelings would be gone, but with just one look everything came rushing again. All the anger, the longing, the sadness, the need, the hatred, you were not sure what to feel anymore. It’s not like you stayed single the entire time either so it wouldn’t make sense if you act rude towards him now. He was a precious friend to you so despite the heartbreak, you wanted to respect and care for him. Professionalism is needed if you will work for him after all.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed when the PR manager was in front of you.

“Hurry up, Y/N. It’s almost time for the meeting. We need to go to their office, it’s nearby so we might arrive before them. Make sure to prepare everything we need for the presentation. Also, prepare the…”

You decided to keep busy with your work. You don’t want the PRO* to flame you for blowing this whole project. When you heard the loud noise and ruckus the team was making as they were getting closer to the conference room, your heart was already tightening because of the sheer speed that it’s beating. It was getting harder and harder to breathe when you started hearing Hinata’s loud familiar voice through the glass. But your heart seemed to have completely stopped when Bokuto came into view. He was hanging his head low and looked like he was in a daze.

“Oh?! Y/N-san! I haven’t seen you in a long time.” You were surprised that Hinata was in front of you. You smiled at him and you see Bokuto in your peripheral staring at you. You only nodded and gave him a polite smile.

Their team members and coach rushed them to take a seat so the presentation could start immediately.

“All right, so here we have some suggestions on which we think would appeal to your fans. First we have examples of chibi* versions of yourselves as stuffed toys. Not only will it appeal to your fans, it will also take the interests of kids that want to play volleyball in the future. Next we have accessories inspired by you or pieces that are designed by yourselves…” You try your hardest not to let Bokuto, who is staring into your soul, affect you as you continue presenting in front of them.

Once the meeting has ended, of course the standard practice was to let the clients leave the room first. You sighed in relief when everyone left and your team was cleaning all the equipment used.

“All right, guys, since we finished pretty early today and the presentation went well, we thank you for that Y/N, you guys are allowed to go straight home after this.” The people in the room were cheering for the PR manager after his announcement. “Just so you’re prepared, we are gonna have a hell of a week after this.”

After everyone was dismissed, you planned to go straight home since everything that happened today was emotionally overwhelming. When you think your day can’t get any more stressful, you see a very familiar figure sitting in the lobby. Bokuto was wearing earphones and was watching something intently in his phone. You didn’t expect him to be here since usually there’s a celebratory dinner after a win.

Should you say hi or not? After pondering as fast as possible, you decided not to do it. You don’t know if you can handle it anymore. But, as you were nearing the exit of the building, a voice called out to you. You freeze.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You turned around and saw him jogging towards you. You can only force a smile when he finally stood in front of you.

“Hello, Bokuto.” You saw him visibly get upset when he heard you call him by his surname. He was still a friend but you had to draw a line somehow. Your relationship was not the same as five years ago.

“Uh, it’s been a long time, do you want to like, catch up? I know a good cafe nearby.” Bokuto scratched his neck, a thing he does when he really wants you to agree.

Just like that, you’re sitting at a cafe waiting for Bokuto who’s ordering for the both of you. You can’t seem to stop your shaking knee caused by being restless. Why did you ever agree to this again?

“Here’s your order.” Bokuto hands you a drink as he sits across you on the small table. It’s definitely a lot closer than you would feel comfortable with. Of course, you don’t show it, or at least you hope it doesn’t show.

“Uh, thanks. So, um, how have you been, Bokuto?” You said then immediately took a sip on your drink. Somehow you’re having a hard time pulling words out of your mouth.

“The passing years have been, let’s say, eventful.” Despite staring at you the entire time during the presentation, Bokuto seems to be having a hard time looking at you now that you’re face to face.

“Yup, I often see your team on the news.” You deliberately tried to avoid saying you saw him and that he’s the only person you can focus on the television. “You guys have been all over the world. Your team also went very far in the Olympics.”

“I guess, you can say that I’m living my dream.” You were very proud of him for that but you were careful not to say too much. “There’s just one more thing missing though.” With that, he stares intently into your eyes.

Definition of terms:

*PRO- Public Relations Officer. The head of a PR team.

*chibi-a Japanese slang for small or short. A chibi version of a person is often shown as a smaller and cuter drawing or product.

TTGBT #2: Bokuto Koutarou

Part 1: The Meeting

Part 2: The Backstory

Part 3: The Ending

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haijmei · 2 years

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you’re my everything

you’re brought up in an interview question, and all bokuto can do is talk fondly of you.

ʚ bokuto koutaro x reader | post-timeskip | 0.6k words

warning: angst and fluff, implied character death

author’s note: lol

(p.s.: listen to everything by the black skirts!)

interviews were the norm for a professional athlete like bokuto, but he never had a problem spending a few minutes with the press and journalists who want to know more about his diet, or how he felt playing his last match.

questions regarding your relationship with you were ones he never failed to answer without complete joy.

“bokuto-san, we understand your wife is a very big influence in your life. can you explain to us what makes her such an influential being?”

“yes! of course, but just give me a second…” he murmured as he dug around his duffle, kneeling on the floor before standing back up with a photo in his hands.

he showed it to the journalist, then presented the photo to the cameras. “this is my wife! she’s the love of my life, and she really pushes me to work hard everyday.” he keeps the photo in his hands, folding them over each other to keep the photo out of view.

“i see! i can tell from how you carry a photo of her around. can you tell us what makes a person like her so special?”

he smiled, thinking fondly about memories of the two of you. how you’d always pack him meals in order for him to eat healthily but still bring comfort to him via food, the times you stayed up to welcome him home and talked about practice or even games; you were there to support him in many ways— through actions and words.

“well, when i first met her, she lit up the room. i can tell from her energy that she was someone that you’d want to keep around forever just cause of how fun and exciting she is, plus how she never fails to care for the wellbeing of others. i think her only flaw that i know about her is that she cares too much,” he joked. the interviewer laughed in response too.

“that’s great to hear, bokuto-san! was there a pivotal moment where you knew her support would be beneficial to your career?”

“oh absolutely,” he eagerly spoke. “i had just recovered from a small injury, and it was our big match that would determine if we’d make it to championships. i usually never get nervous, but i felt dejected for some reason. but my wife, she was there…” he trailed off and stared at your photo. your smile warmed his heart, his stomach chasing butterflies. he moved his thumb over the picture, just on your cheek and felt melancholic. “she did everything for me: helped me train, took me to all my practice matches, helped me so much with calming my nerves. and it helped because we were able to win, and i remember just coming home to her and kissing her out of happiness. we were definitely proud and grateful for each other at that moment,” he smiled.

“that’s such an amazing story, bokuto-san. one more question from us— if your wife were here today, how do you think she’d feel about your current success?”

“she’d be proud of me. absolutely proud. she was my biggest supporter, my number one fan, and she wanted me to reach for the stars. and so, that’s what i did and more. she’d be elated knowing we were able to secure gold for japan,” he stopped to look at your photo once more. “my wife will always be proud of me. and i’ll always be forever thankful for her.”

he looked at your photo once more, and stared at your beautiful smile. he always loved that part of you too; no matter what situation— wins or losses, injuries, long practices, anything— you always greeted him with a smile that would’ve melted him completely. your smile was his medicine, and his purpose. now, he always carries your photo around to remind him of his number one.

“next question, please.”

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ Running

˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ bokuto is a huge baby + lover boy, takes place during the timeskip (like he's 22-24), just a bunch of fluff, kinda angsty wtf, non descriptive sexual details, mentions of a non-descriptive illness, mentions of pregnancy + birth, ermmm mentions of going to the bathroom 😭, this was kinda shit lmaoso

run, running all the time.

it's one of his favorite activities, enjoying the way the breeze feels against his bare skin.

he likes to run at various times a day, usually in the morning or at night to release some steam or to prepare himself for the day.

during these various long runs of his, he would think about various things.

bokuto was always one to fall in love easily.

he fell in love, quickly, and harshly with every single person he ever dated. his mind would always be plagued with thoughts of "this one could be the one," no matter how early in the relationship he might be with them.

he never learned his lesson about falling in love easily, always ending up heartbroken after being dumped for being "too clingy."

eventually, after his third relationship, be began to see himself as the issue, before just giving up on dating all together to focus more on himself and volleyball.

he thought that he'd maybe end up marrying a volleyball or something, destined to be alone for the rest of his life. that thought scared him intensely. like an actual owl, he longed for a lifelong partner, he couldn't see himself living alone as an old man in the future.

just the imagine of him sitting alone at an empty dinner table eating barbecue alone made him want to cry.

boy, did he feel so relieved to meet you during the end of his second year.

just like all of his previous girlfriends, he fell in love quickly, practically head over heels in love with you. but, for some reason, it just felt so.. different with you.

he couldn't quite to put his finger on it, all he knew was that you stuck out like a sore thumb, the atmosphere with you a stark contrast compared to his previous partners.

it was around the third month mark (the usual time his partners dumped him) was when he totally expected you to break up with him, and was actually mentally preparing for it. but, much to his surprise, the third month came and went, and his relationship with you grew and stayed.

while you didn't know why, but he was so overjoyed just at that, the next few months following he was 10x more clingy and happy, just so over the moon that you stayed with him. him, he's the one you chose, out of all the people. he would think that on repeat during his morning runs, just urging him to work harder to impress you, to make you proud.

he didn't even notice it, but eventually a year passed, he was too enamored with you to notice the time passing. he almost grew sad at that, only soothing when you allowed him to cuddle you. "i just want to stay with you forever," he would confess during his sad realizations, not ready for these precious times to fly by.

his burly arms would trap you against him, afraid of letting go. "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere, but i might if you don't let me breathe." you would tease, hand patting his forearm in hopes of him releasing his mighty grip around you. of course, why would you leave him? there's not a single bad flaw about him, not a particular reason for anyone to hate him.

but to bokuto, there just might be many.

fat tears run down his cheeks, nostrils leaking mucus onto the cold ground below him while he grovels at your feet. he's frantic, hysterical almost. he almost lost an important match, and yet he's apologizing to you for some reason.

he's so sorry that he's fallen, embarrassed at the way a silly mistake could've costed him his team, his school, and somehow you. he feels like he's failed his coach, team, school, just everyone. you look down at him bewildered, while he's shown you all of his many emotions, you've never seen him cry like this before, especially before you at your feet.

you're quick to get onto your knees, hands rubbing softly against his broad back. you smile softly at him, wondering where all of these silly thoughts came from. "you're so silly, kou. i'm not going anywhere, i promise," you whisper, placing a much needed kiss against the shell of his ear.

it's during moments like those, does he really just love you for simply existing. it's when you somehow hold his heavy body against your much smaller one, when you treat him so lovingly, is when he knows that you're the only one for him.

he wants the soft moments like those to last forever. he wants to feel the soft blooming feeling of your lips pressing against his skin, like the sun beaming it's warmth on him during a warm sunny day.

he hopes you don't let him fall out of love, though, he doesn't see himself falling out of love with you anytime soon.

he's running, running as fast as he can at the end of his morning run towards his home, towards the home he now shares with his beloved fiancé, you. just seeing his and your name on the house's name plate as his chest bubbling up with excitement.

he almost trips over his own feet while fumbling with the laces of his running shoes before he's impatiently running over to the master-bedroom, eyes gleaming at the sight of his own personal sleeping beauty. "good morning y/n-chan!" he practically yells, climbing onto the bed with haste, not wasting a second to kiss your still sleepy face.

there's dried drool on your chin, lips cracked and dry, hair untamed and messy, and yet he still considers you the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. he holds you close to him, still sweaty, but you don't fight it. he's warm, a nice perk of him being a physical large male athlete.

"hey, are you 'gunna join me on my run later?" he asks impatiently. he loves running with you, even though you have to have plenty of breaks, and considerably slow him down but he still loves your presence and enjoys one-sided races with you. "another one..? you were just on a run weren't ya?" you mumble out, face mushed against his broad chest.

"it's important to stay active, y/n-chan. please! you haven't gone with me for awhile!" he whines, one of his hands coming up to move your hair from your face, unintentionally revealing the leftover love bruises from the previous night on your neck. he thinks back to the night with amusement, remembering happily as he spent it at your whim, practically worshipping you like a goddess at the feel him deep within you.

you scoff teasingly at his dramatics, "i went with you on one like, a few days ago. sigh, gee, i guess i'll go today." he gleaming with that, placing excited kisses all over your face before kissing your chapped lip's happily. you can only grin into the kiss, eyebrow arching with surprise when the kiss is quickly deepened.

later that night, as he planned and begged, you join him on his run. you're much inexperienced compared to his years of running, but he doesn't seem to care, or even notice, as he's encouraging you and praising you when you somehow make it to his breaks.

he looks at you, sweaty and almost about to pass out, with a prideful smirk, thinking to himself how lucky he is to get such a talented women to choose him as your lover.

towards the end of the run, your legs are wobbly as you struggle to keep up with him. he notices, albeit not knowing it's because your mentally and physically struggling to keep up, so he takes your hand within his, fingers squeezing encouragingly around yours.

while the two of you are running, he turns back to look at you with that bright smile of his. "keep holding my hand, so we don't get separated!"

years pass, much against bokuto's will. however, he copes well with it when you soon fall pregnant with him for the first time. when you first told him, he was absolutely beaming, jumping around like a small child and boasting to everyone within ear shot about how he's going to be a father to your child.

however, that excitement soon fades when you come down with a sudden illness towards the end of your pregnancy. he doesn't remember what illness it exactly is, nor does he really want to search it up and look at it's possible grim details. all he knows that for the last few months of your pregnancy, was that he was a total wreck.

you were completely bed ridden, so sick you couldn't even walk on your own feet. he didn't mind accompanying you to the toilet, happily volunteering to carry you and sit on the bath's ledge while you peed just in case. hell, he'll wipe your ass if he has to, if it's for you.

while you slept, all he would do was sit at the bedside, waiting for the minute you woke up. he did nothing in particular then except pray, wishing for you to get better quickly.

he just wants you to be the one he needs, be the one he trusts most. you're his source of determination, happiness and just everything good in life. he doesn't want you to stop inspiring him, he wants you to encourage him and lead him on for the rest of his life.

when you gave birth, it was all but calm. it was entirely chaotic, it left him trembling and almost crying at the way you gave up multiple times due to the excruciating amount of pain you were in.

the day beforehand, he took a much needed run while you were sleeping. yet, during the entire time, what usually was a calming stress reliever for him, almost had him stopping not even halfway into it. he was purged with concerned thoughts, all of which were about your wellbeing. he constantly checked his phone to see if you had texted or called him, only continuing when he saw that you hadn't.

sometimes it's hard to keep on running. the two of you worked so hard to keep it going. he didn't know if he would be able to continue happily with life if something bad happened to you. when he returned to your bedside, still in deep sleep, he couldn't help but shed a tear. his hand cradled your own within his, praying silently, don't make me want to give up.

he really hoped the two of you would make it. eventually after a long 36 hour labor, did you finally give birth to your babygirl. she was somehow healthy and full-term, just everything he had hoped for.

following the birth, your own health had improved as well, and while it took awhile, you were eventually joining him on his morning runs as well.

he looked back at you while running, still taking your still fragile health in mind. his hand holding yours, encouraging you to continue, holding your hand so the two of you wouldn't get separated.

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springsmile · 1 year

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thinkin abt needy yan bokuto who takes ur virginity for the first time

bokuto who roughly possesses you— takes your jaw into his hand and (with a bruising vigor) presses his lips to yours. there’s a momentary dink of your teeth meeting, before his tongue is acquainting itself with yours. slick and warm, mapping the expanse of your mouth.

your protests muffled—your head is immobilized but trembling with the effort to shake your head, recoil.

“cmon baby, wanna make you feel good.” he’s pleading, the sound floating into your mouth and you’re choking on its sheer saccharinity.

“you want this, i know you do.” your inner thighs are pulsing at the cupping of his impressive torso. it’s a hamstring stretch in itself. even worse, his fingers maneuver around the dampened lace of your panties and tug them aside. they’re sticking to the side of your labia, and the sensation has you responding viscerally.

his next movement is unceremonious. his thick and coarse fingers plunge inside of you— the pads kissing the sides of your walls, and nicking that spot—your eyes bulge, mouth glistening and agape in a soundless cry.

“see? look how wet you are.”

if you had the capacity, you’d be gritting your teeth, but your only outright means of defiance was a breathy gasp, “b-bokuto, stop.”

he pulls back from the countless open-mouthed love bites he’d carefully worked into your neck (glowing red, incomplete circles, shining beautifully), and tilts his head.

“but i don’t want to.”

it doesn’t sound malicious. it doesn’t even look like it. but it’s petulantly dangerous. more so, he wants something, and what he wants is wrapped up in his hands. he has unparalleled strength to covet it, so it’s his. you’re not going anywhere.

he can’t even understand why you’re begging him to stop.

the tempo is incomprehensible, absolutely nonsensical. you hope his fingers cramp—the strokes keep evolving. shallow, quick, slow, deep and curled. bokuto presses his lips to your ear, so warm and wet, the same stimulus expressed by every inch of your skin. he’s panting, mewling like it’s you who’s torturing him.

“please, please let me eat you out, princess. god, please. i need it.” he’s near whimpering. it’s downright pathetic. “we’ll feel so good. i swear, i swear baby. please.”

you can’t even breathe.

his head is lowering to that precious, sensitive space between your thighs, lips closing around your nervous nub. your hands leap to his hair, fistfuls gathered in each, and you’re pulling. you can’t figure out if you’re pushing him away or keeping him in place. his tongue scales the side of your clit, and with hollowed cheeks, he suckles tightly. air-tight, and pulsating under the muscle.

callouses are petting your sides, his fingers twitching as they reach the valley of your breasts, before climbing to your nipples. he’s pinching tightly, rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs with a passion akin to the same extended to your cunt.

a strangled gasp scratches your throat, you’re vibrating at the stimulation, and as soon as he releases the bud with a reverberating pop!, something so balmy and intense rips open at the pit of your stomach. chest heaving, you ride the high with fabric-clad fists.

he’s still slurping, varying between tantalizing kitten-licking to full on fucking you on his tongue. every part of bokuto was fucking jacked and graced by boggling strength, the bruises left on your tits and your thighs weren’t as jarring as the force behind each thrust of his tongue.

his head retreats unexpectedly, and you’re fervently grappling at this moment of reprieve— but before you can suck in much needed mouthfuls of air, he’s pressing his sticky tip to your hole. precum and your slick smears and trickles onto the sheets, yielding a sickening solution of lust. its warmth intermingles with that of your sweat, frigid with dread, leaving your skin crawling and begging to be satiated more than before.

you jerk, fear tightening your joints as your eyes snap open, “n-no, wait!”

your hips creak under his grip, and when your gaze languidly meets his, you’re resigned, blinking back tears of desperation. he’s not humping your leg all needy and pleading anymore. he’s not entertaining your begs or pleas of yield. he’s not begging or pleading with you anymore, either. he’s gonna take you. but don’t worry!! he’ll make you feel real good <3

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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Μ𝘺 Lі𝗍𝗍ᥣᥱ Aᥒցᥱᥣіᥴ 𝖥ᥲіr𝘺 ༊ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ ✧ 𝅄࣪ ׅ

Bokuto Koutaro Headcanons with chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy that loves to wear Coquette/Dollette clothes Aesthetic.

Photos credit @fairydxlll on pinterest ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭

༊ Notes : As someone who is chubby and love coquette/dollette aesthetic, i'm making this headcanons for those who are just like me and also if you like bokuto koutaro then maybe its a plus-plus also 🥧୧₊˚

༊ Warnings : Roasting, A little Violence (not towards reader) A little Spicy, but overall 99% fluff so enjoy! also reader skin color is not Announced.

Enjoy My Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

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• This man love how the clothes you brought compliment your body and your skin.

• no seriously though, he can just spend his time watching you getting dressed wnd stuff.

• but nothing can compare to him watching you compliment your own self in the mirror. he love watching your confident.

• he also love getting you things that matched your Aesthetic.

• he love how bright you are, how sweet the colors of it looks on you, he loves how the fabrics compliment your skin and your appereance

• even you without any of it is still beautiful tho 😏

• he also love seeing you pose with untouch feet with your fairy wings, he thinks its cute.

• everytime when its halloween, he's going to buy you like the prettiest, the cutest, and the most beautiful fairy coquette dress vibes for you.

• he had no shame to show others that you're his girlfriend, that you're a perfect person for him.

• he's going to full on twitter-roast if someone commenting something bad about you. and yes, he did not feel remorse. "But They Deserve it Hun!!".

• if you felt insecure because of somebody, Dont be surprised that tomorrow or 2 days later they'll come to you and they'll be at their knees begging for forgiveness.

• and if you felt insecure because your ownself, he will try his best to comfort you, you want more lovely sweet pink clothes? you want foods? do you want compliment? fluffy sex? cuddle? new accesories? you want new lovely bedroom? no problem. lets go find some tiptoe <3.

• his hand always at your waist, guarding you.

• he also tried his best to keep the secret that you're a fairy.

• the only person that know this far was only him and akaashi.

• he may sometimes act a bit possesive and overprotective but he just want his cute chubby fairy girlfriend to be safe <33

• he's a good boyfriend, although not as good as in the bed, but he is always trying his best to comfort you anytime you need him, he loves you loves you love love lovess you so much.

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mellowmin · 11 months

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Some Tsukki Angst? I guess? It's kinda bad lol

Thinking about Tsukishima who desperately wants to be more than friends.

Tsukishima who starts getting hope after a few years of friendship and comes this 🤏 close to confessing

But he doesn't, because he comes to the nauseating realization that he's simply not your type. And he can't even be mad about it.

You're so embedded into his heart that he can't tell you that you're delusional for wanting a guy that will praise you and shower you with love and affection, all for the world to see; because he knows deep down that you deserve that. You deserve the sweet and affectionate guy that you want, but maybe he thinks that way because you mean the world to him.

Tsukishima can't force himself to shame you for wanting something just because he can't give it to you.

And he tries to be that for you, oh how he tries. But that's just not who he is.

He struggles with expressing his emotions, so he can't wear his heart on his sleeve. He expresses love through banter and sarcasm, his tongue gets tied at the taste of praise and sweet words turn sour when he says them.

Tsukishima just can't force himself to become your type, because it means rewiring his brain and his heart and how he feels love (he knows you wouldn't want him to do that)

Tsukishima is not your type and it becomes all the more obvious when He comes into the picture.

He's all starry eyed, unabashedly showcasing his feelings for you like he's not ashamed, not afraid to seem desperate or to make a fool of himself.

He lays his heart out for you, takes every chance he can get to be close to you. His honesty and the genuine love he harbors for you is evident. He's everything Kei tried to force himself to be, effortlessly. The blonde hates how clearly you're falling for him.

Tsukishima hates that he can't resent him for being everything you want, everything you deserve.

He hates that he knows you love him, deep in your heart, but not in the way he so desires.

And he hates that he has no right to feel the way he does. That there's nothing anyone can do about it.

He's just not your type

Him: Bokuto Kotarou, Goshiki Tsutomu, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Haiba Lev, Yamamoto Taketora,

Bleeeeeh this sucks lmao

I hate this one but eh

#tsukishima angst #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutaro #goshiki tsutomu #hinata shoyo #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #yamamoto taketora #haiba lev #this is caca but i took the time to write im not gonna let that go to waste #~ min writes

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mrs-kodzuken · 3 months

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Teen Pregnancy ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

Genre: angst to fluff

CW: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, teen pregnancy (please don’t get pregnant at a young age if you can try!), angst to fluff, reader thinks it’s sickness, injured!bokuto, obviously implied sex since reader is pregnant

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I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaky hand as I just got finished puking into the toilet. This happened for the third time this week, but I hadn't gone to the doctor because of Bokuto.

He had, unfortunately, sprained his ankle while trying out a new skill during volleyball practice. The doctor said that he wasn't supposed to play for a week and to lay off it for it to heal.

As usual, that really made Kōtarō go into emo mode. Akaashi had managed to pull him out, but his bad mood hadn't gone away all week.

Me being his girlfriend, I took up the duty to help him around, even if I wasn't feeling well myself; I care about his well-being more than mine anyway.

After I brushed my teeth, I noticed a pale-ish look to my skin tone. Maybe I should make an appointment with the doctor's, I thought after grabbing my school bag.

Dark gray clouds swirled in the sky as the cold air nipped at my skin, releasing a shiver from my body.

It was probably going to rain, or worse, snow.

Being in the month of December, that was quite likely to happen. I arrived at the front gates of school, and

Akaashi had taken it upon himself to help get Kō here in the mornings.

I quickly hurried to his classroom, which was class one. I saw him pouting in his chair with his crutch leaning on the side of his desk and his hair slightly down. I sighed and moved near him.

"Good morning baby, how're you feeling?" I asked, trying to shift my problems out of my head and focusing on his.

"I want to play volleyball." His pout is not going away. Kōtarō always had an endless hunger for the victory of volleyball. I mean, that is why he is one of the top five best athletes in Japan.

And a small sprang could really do some damage to the poor boy.

"I know you do, but just bear with us for the next couple of days, and then you'll be back to smashing those balls on the court." I tried cheering him up a bit before I had to leave.

I heard the warning bell signaling that class would be starting soon, so I leaned down to give Kō a peck on the forehead before I left.

"I'll see you later, Kōtarō."

But when I started walking, I felt my bladder almost exploded. I had used the bathroom when I first got up this morning before my puking session, so I wasn't sure how I already needed to pee.

I hurried to the nearest ladies bathroom and relieved myself. While I was washing my hands, the bell rang for class to start.

What made it even worse was that my class room was upstairs since I was in class 5. My shoulders slumped as I walked even slower up the stairs.

It was only morning, but traveling up a staircase had worn me out.

I entered my class with the rest of my classmates staring at me, and my best friend's eyebrow quirked up as if to question why I'm late.

"You finally come to class, miss." My teacher said irritatingly as I took my seat, which was in back, after I mumbled a small apology.

Soon, the teacher droned on about something that I wasn't too bothered by. I sat my head down on the desk and decided to take a little nap to pass the time.

I felt someone shake me a little bit as I pushed their hand away.

"Do you want to eat lunch or not?" was the voice belonging to my best friend as she awaited my answer, which was a bunch of words mumbled together.

"By the way, why were you late this morning? You're never late, like, ever." She questioned me as she sat in front of me with her bento box, deciding she was going to eat here with me in the class.

"I had used the bathroom after meeting with Kō and ended up late. I just don't feel good." I said, looking up at her, then at her food.

Suddenly, a thought struck at me, "And I forgot my lunch." I groaned and sat my head back down.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). I really don't want to make everything worse, but our teacher assigned us a project that's worth ten percent of our grade, and it's due Friday."

Today was Wednesday, and I felt like crying at the thought of doing a school project. "Great, just great. great, great, great." I hit my head on my hands with every word I spoke.

"You don't sound great."

"I'm not great, (B/f/n)." I put my head in my hands and sucked it up, trying to focus on anything else besides the hunger in my stomach and the nausea that came with it.

"I'll be fine; lunch is almost over anyway. Do me a favor and wake me when the bell rings for dismissal." She nodded and packed her bento box away as people started to fill the classroom.

I also forgot my hoodie, so I laid there on my cold desk, shivering just a bit.

As promised, (B/f/n) woke me when class was finished. I headed outside towards the gym, knowing Kō would want to stay and watch his teammates play, even if he couldn't.

The sky had actually become really dark as little flurries of snow fell down. This was bad weather, especially with Bokuto being in a crutch.

I sluggishly walked into the gym, knowing that it would take a lot of convincing for me to get home.

As usual, he was sitting on the bench watching his teammates play with a grumpy facial expression.

I sighed and sat down beside him, wanting nothing more than to be embraced by his arms.

I laid my head on his shoulder and carefully watched out the window as the snow continued to fall.

Only two hours had passed, and it was pitch black outside, not to mention it was freezing too.

I had been trying to convince Bokuto to go home due to his injured leg. I knew I had been pestering him, but in the end he would give in and let me help him walk home.

What I didn't expect was for my plan to backfire on me.

"Goddamn it, do you have to be so fucking annoying all the time?" He snapped his head towards me as I froze; I could tell everyone else in the gym did too.

My heart was stuck in my throat as I gave him a weak apology; I didn't bother grabbing my bag. Held my head down low as I hurried out of the gym as the temperature dropped, making my skin freeze.

I couldn't see due to it being pitch black, but I still kept on, my legs never stopping. The only thing warm were my salty tears, which never seemed to stop rushing down my face.

I wasn't sure where I was, so I tried to slow down my pace as I slipped on ice, and my head rammed into a wall. The pain almost immediately giving me raging headache as I pressed a hand onto it.

I slowly slid down the ice-cold brick wall, not having the energy to move anymore.

My day was so fucking shitty.

Slowly, my arms wrapped around my limp body to suffice as something to cover me from the snow that still continued to fall from the sky.

Before I knew it, my eyes closed due to the pain in my head and my arms were wrapped not only around my body but my stomach.

"Kō." was the last thing my voice could manage out before I slipped into unconsciousness on the ground.

Muffled voices in a room awoke me with the annoying sound of beating. I felt warmth surrounding me and bandages on my face as I opened my eyes.

I squinted at the bright lights that were on the ceiling. I slowly sat up and looked at everyone in the room around me.

It was a hospital room and the annoying sound was my heart.

My parents, Bokuto's mom, Bokuto, and Akaashi, were in the room with me. I looked down at my lap, not liking how all the attention was on me at once.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bokuto open his mouth as if he were to say something but shut it when the doctor came into the room.

"Hi, mom, dad. If you don't mind, I'm just going to check up on your daughter," she said as she rounded my bed.

"Hello sweetie, how do you feel?" She gathered a flashlight and a clipboard, ready to write.

"My head hurts." The voice that came out was all scratchy and low. It seemed to make my mom lean more into my dad, as if to hide her tears. The doctor handed me a cup of water.

"Well, you did hit it pretty hard. Are you warm enough? I can add another heated blanket if you want; make yourself comfortable. We still need to check if the baby is okay." She reached for another blanket as I froze.

"Excuse me?" My voice came out slightly panicked.

What baby?

"Don't worry, we already told your parents, so you don't need to worry about that." She concluded with a comforting smile.

"No, no. What do you mean? I'm not pregnant." I said, I was confused; I'm pretty sure I wasn't pregnant. Or at least, I think.

My eyes immediately reached Bokuto's sorrowful ones.

"Oh my god." I covered my mouth with my left hand as my right one went to my stomach. I couldn't believe what was happening right now.

"Oh. Mom, dad, and other mom, how about we give these two a few minutes to talk?" She politely said, giving Kō and I some time to discuss this.

Silence fell over the now empty room; Bokuto was the first one to speak up.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry for acting like that. I just wanted to play volleyball so bad, but that doesn't excuse my actions. When the guys found you and you were shivering uncontrollably and bleeding, I didn't know what to do.

“On top of that, you were out there with.. our baby in you." After he had finished, tears fell from his somber, golden eyes.

I reached a hand to his face and wiped a tear away while he leaned into my hand.

"Kō, I forgive you. But a baby? We're still in school, and you have your volleyball career that you plan on pursuing, and I still don't know what I want to be." I nervously stated, my eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We'll work through it together, okay? We'll be the greatest parents ever." He gave me the smile that I missed the most.

And that reassurance was all I needed to process that we could handle this together.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

#bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto #hq bokuto #bokuto fluff #bokuto angst #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu pregnancy #bokuto x pregnant reader #hq fluff

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flwrbo · 8 months

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nothings gonna hurt you baby.

sometimes when bokuto is really upset he comforts himself in tight spaces. you find a solution for that.

bokuto koutaro x f!reader. angst&comfort. fluffy. implied chubby reader

it was a rough day for bokuto.

it had started out just fine, if not just a tiny bit anxiety inducing, riding in his car together to his parents’ house. the two of you tried to make it down a few times a year to tide them over, but you personally weren’t interested in having it become a reoccurrence. not that you had any issues with his family especially, but the way bokuto always left with the smallest look of exhaustion was enough to make you want to throw your car keys down the drain and delete his parents’ house from your shared GPS system.

but, still, he made a promise to them so the two of you went. it’s always fine until it isn’t, dinner perfectly prepared with artistically placed cutlery. you pretend not to notice the way bokuto’s mother’s eyes give you a silently dissatisfied look, smoothing your dress a little over your curves before returning a small tight lipped smile. these are the smaller things you can look away from, if it meant bokuto would be pleased.

his father, however, was a different story. “still holding that odd job?” he’d asked you, cutting into the fine steak they were enjoying for dinner. you wipe your mouth, trying to remain polite as you smile, tight lipped. you wouldn’t consider the job you’d held for over three years an “odd job” but you weren’t exactly in the business of starting issues. not here. not with bokuto’s hand holding yours, his thumb caressing you in small motions.

“well at least one of you is bringing in money,” he sips from his wine glass. the smallest twitch of bokuto’s hand is nearly unnoticeable, but not to you. not to you.

“well, actually, bokuto has been doing extremely well in his practice matches lately. he was getting scouted just the other week, i’m certain he’s going to make it pro,” you hold a strong tone, tightening your grip and smiling proudly over at your boyfriend.

our of character, bokuto doesn’t speak. he’s seemingly too focused on inspecting the glass of wine in his hand.

“i, personally, don’t think it’s such a crime that she’s pulling some weight. it’s the least she can do…” bokuto’s mother trails off on the last part of the sentence. you can’t help the look of embarrassed shock that flashes your eyes before you can stop it, almost forgetting to bite your tongue.

“that’s enough, mom.” bokuto finally speaks, setting his glass down. time passes by, silence almost choking.

“well,” she responds, clearing her throat and rising to her feet. “i should bring out the dessert.” she dismisses herself to the kitchen.

his father’s eyes stare scrutinizingly, before he drops the biggest bomb of the evening. “you better not disappoint me again, son.”

the evening is pretty silent from then on.

it’s quiet through dessert, through goodbyes, even through the car ride home. the wind is all you can hear through the cracked windows as bokuto grips onto your hand like a lifeline.

finally arriving home, you go into your shared room to slip your dress off, avoiding the mirror as you replay his mother’s words in your head. once dressed, makeup removed, and hair undone you realized you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend in quite awhile.

“kou?” you call out, walking out of the room. the bathroom is empty, he’s not standing in the kitchen, and his shoes are still by the door so you know he’s not gone anywhere. “hm.” you mumble, walking into your nook.

you see him just as you’re sure he sees you. he’s under your small bookshelf, arms crossed over his legs with his head resting down.

“hi, kou,” you whisper, kneeling down beside him.

“hi.” he mumbles, cheek squished against his knee.

“cmon,” you whisper, rubbing a soft hand on his leg. “let’s get you into something comfy,”

he doesn’t respond for awhile before whispering, “can you just stay with me for a moment?”

your heart cracks in two, nodding before sitting in a more comfortable position, leaning against the bookshelf. your caressing movements on his leg doesn’t stop.

time passes, sad silence filling the air while you wait for him. eventually, he slowly nods just a little.

“okay,” you mouth, standing up and helping him stand up. his legs crack a little as he finally stretches them out.

he’s led by you to the room, rustling through the drawers until you find his favorite sleep shirt and the softest pajama pants he owns. you pass them to him before turning and putting some soft, low music on. once dressed he gingerly gets in the bed, opting for his regular spot on the edge but you shake your head a little, guiding him farther into it until he’s against the wall. it left a perfect place for you in front of his chest, holding him close between yourself and the hard surface behind him. it grounded him.

he sighs out a little as if in relief, comforted at the enclosed space.

“i love you, koutaro. they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

he mulls over this thought and you could almost see the billions of doubts roaming through his head through his eyes as he tries to find the words.

“i should’ve stuck up for you. i care too much about what they think, it causes me to shut down. it’s not.. fair.” he whispers. you shake your head, pressing a tight kiss to his lips.

“it was a rough night. i can be strong enough for the both of us when we need it.”

you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you almost too tightly into him.

“i love you, too.” he responds.

you let out a small breathless chuckle. “i sure hope so. this would be a little awkward otherwise.” you press another kiss, onto his shoulder this time. “you’re the best wing spiker in the world, kou. but you don’t have to prove it to them. you’re gonna prove it to the world.”

he perks up at the sound of this. “can’t wait to hear the sounds of people calling my name…” his eyes finally sparkle again for the first time that night. “as long as you’re the loudest.” he presses a big kiss to your lips, bone crushing you back into the hug.

#hq bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #fluff #angst and comfort #<3.b.k #<3.bokuto #i’m finally writing for bo again i feel like i’m home #hq x reader #<3.chubby reader

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freakurodani · 10 months

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when one thing goes wrong it all goes wrong

#conspiracy lvl: art #hq!!#bokuto koutaro #haikyuu!!#bokuto angst

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his-saiko · 1 year

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If it’s not us in the end, I’ll stop myself from loving again. If it’s not us in the end, should I stop myself from loving you?

timeskip!characters [Bokuto, Ushijima, Oikawa, Tsukishima]

inspired by @quirrrky's post

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

“Kou, I don’t think I can do this anymore…” You confessed to him with your head hung low tears threatening to fall. You wiped your eyes but that didn’t stop them in the slightest.

You felt his huge arms envelop you. You heard him sniff and felt him trembling. His usual cheery self is not here for this moment. He tightened his hug and buried his face on your shoulder, drenching it with his own tears. “It-It’s okay…” he stammered as he said your name. “I… I understand.” He sincerely said.

You hugged Bokuto for the last time. “I’m sorry, Kou.” You cried.

“No, no.” Bokuto broke off from the hug and wiped your tears. “I should be saying that.” He chuckled through his tears. “Just take care of yourself, okay?”

You nodded. “I’ll still watch your games.”

He smiled. “Sure.” You both gave each other a hug one last time before parting ways.

You focused on yourself for a while. The first time you saw each other again is during a game with MSBY against the Adlers. You noticed how he matured, how he was different from the last time you saw each other.

Bokuto saw a glimpse of you after the game. He was about to call you to celebrate the win with you when he saw you with someone else. His shoulders dropped but he still couldn’t help but smile when he saw your smile, your laugh. It was something he always loved about you and it still is.

“Bokuto-san?” Hinata called out to his teammate. He peeked around only to see Bokuto crying while keeping a smile on his face.

“At least, they're happy now, right?” Bokuto asked. “ But I wish it was still me making them smile like that.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You asked Ushijima to talk after their practice. You walked to a spot where you both can have privacy. “Toshi… I don’t think we’re gonna work out.”

Ushijima hummed. “Are you tired?”

You shook your head. “I’m just really unsure of everything.” You bit your lip. “I know this isn’t something you wanted to deal with. I also don’t want to hold you back.”

Ushijima was quiet as he reflected on your words. “I see…” He exhaled. “Is there something I could have done for you?”

You nervously chuckled and scratched your head. “To be honest, I kind of wish you spoke your mind more. I couldn’t really understand what you were thinking and I couldn’t help but feel insecure about it.”

Ushijima hummed. “I understand. It’s getting late. I should take you home.”

“Oh, okay.” The both of you walked beside each other in silence. You wished each other a good night before you went in your dorm. You dragged your feet to your bedroom and slowly took your place on your bed. The tears you thought you never gonna come made themselves known.

You wake up early out of habit and got ready for the day, you left your dorm and saw Ushijima by the entrance. You tilted your head at the curious sight, debating to yourself whether you should talk to him or not. “Toshi?”

Ushijima greeted you.

“Are you waiting for someone?” “Yes.” He nodded. “You.” “Did you… did need something?” “No. I came here to walk you to class.” “Oh, I see.”

Nothing much has changed between the two of you. He walks you to and from your dorms and calls you out if you forget something. Even giving you some of his food if you were still hungry after eating your lunch. The two of you stayed as good friends along with Tendou.

The three of you separated after high school and after years. Tendou called you to come to Paris in which you excitedly agreed to do so. You catch them doing a documentary. After that, you gave the two of them a hug. The three of you caught up with each other until your husband came to pick you up. You introduced your husband to them and said goodbye.

Ushijima watched you as you leave them. He could only sigh and hang his head low at the sight of you being happy with someone else and Tendou could only put his hand on Ushijima’s shoulder and comfort him.

OIKAWA TOORU

“Tooru, I really think we should break up.” You huffed your words laced with exhaustion. “What?! Why?!” He protested. “Tooru, I just can’t help but feel so lonely but I don’t want you to stop doing what you love.” “N-no. Babe, we can-we can work this out.” His voice cracked at the end of his sentence.

You smiled gently and shook your head. “Tooru, I don’t want to stop you from playing volleyball. I know how much this means to you. I just…” - you shrugged - “want to prioritize me too.”

“We don’t need to break up over this! Look, I’ll-I’ll make this work out. I can- I can change my schedule-”

You laughed and let the tears fall down your head. “C'mon, Tooru… We both know that we’re both stubborn. I’m just more so than you…” Your voice croaked. “And I’m tired of being alone even with you. I love you… but you love volleyball a bit more than me. And I can’t compete with that.” You picked up your bags and left without looking back even when Oikawa tried to stop you.

He proceeded with his day like nothing happened but when alone he would always find himself on your profile to check on you. He would stay up late just so he could see your face and your smile. He drowned himself in practising volleyball until he became numb.

He finally broke down on his bed one night when he saw you marrying someone else.

TSUKISHIMA KEI

He didn’t know what to do. He looked into your eyes and understood how serious you were about separating for good. You said goodbye and walked away. He can only watch you go farther and farther away from him.

He wanted to chase you. He does. But… he respects you more than anything in this world. He just couldn’t bring himself to contradict your decision.

He loves you more than anything.

This is normal, right? For things to end? But why does it have to be you?

His teammates would notice the small changes in him after you left him and couldn’t do anything but give him space. He is harder on himself thinking that he wasn’t able to do enough for you. He could only replay in his head the arguments you had to understand where it all went wrong but even if he finds out, you’re already gone. It’s already too late.

He knew about misunderstandings. He anticipated the arguments. But he still lost you. What was the point of all this then? He was ready to lose for you but he was never ready to lose you. You both know the two of you were inexperienced with relationships but was everything so useless all along? Was he so useless all this time?

What was he supposed to do? To come so far only to lose you. What next?

If it’s not you… then what? If it’s not you… then it’s no one.

a/n: it really hurts when you have to sit with the pain of losing someone who's not meant for you

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lemurzsquad · 2 months

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Music to Owl Ears (Masterlist)

Pairing: Bokuto x musician fem!reader

Summary: The reader is an American who has suddenly moved to Japan, attending Fukurodani Academy for its music program.

Plays bassoon, baritone saxophone, and a little bit of piano (muah muah to all my fellow low reeds players out there <3)

Around 5'7" (probably)

Wears glasses (very near-sighted)

Lives with her older brother, moving to Japan with him and learning just enough Japanese to get by before arriving

cw (for full story): angst, comfort, fluff, slowest of slow burns that ever slowly burned, jealousy/self-contempt, overthinking

"Bold used when speaking English"

"Not bold when speaking Japanese"

Prologue

Ch 1: Jogging Laps

Ch 2: Lunch Break

Ch 3 (coming soon)

Thank you for reading!!

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godkeis · 2 years

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𝐇𝐐 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄

characters: t. kuroo, b. koutaro, k. shinsuke

genre: fluff, semi-angst

word count: 295

content warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing

part ii. | part iii.

TETSUROU KUROO — friends with benefits. it'll probably start with a heated eye contact in the middle of a party that led to the both of you fucking each other at night and being a stranger by day. Kuroo's circle and lifestyle is very different from you yet, he found a way to crawl inside your heart. Kuroo will probably realize that he sees you as something else rather than a fuck buddy when you devoured a bucket of ice cream with him as he talks about the pressure of his volleyball career at 3am. For the first time in his life, he felt that someone is actually listening to him and that person is you.

BOKUTO KOUTARO — mutual pining. you have fun with each other. you tease each other. you crash to each other's house just to hang out for no reason. you say i love you to each other. then why the fuck either of you had make a first move to each other? you basically own each other mentally yet no one initiates to confront the building up romantic tension between the both of you. Bokuto is scared of asking you because he doesn't want to lose a friend so he just rides along while you think he's just screwing around since he's friendly to everybody. A little more push to bokuto and he'll probably spill his feelings for you accidentally when something triggers him to his limit.

KITA SHINSUKE — enemies to lovers. Kita's naturally-born academic talent is your insecurity. You've been trying so hard to steal the first spot from him because you're trying to prove something from your typical-asian household. However, the harder you try, the more you fail because Kita is always number one. This sparked a heated tension between the two of you. Kita will secretly become competitive at first because he wanted to tease you. But eventually, as the rivalry for the top academic spot goes on, Kita found himself checking up on you more not just academically but on more personal level.

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amjustagirl · 2 years

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baby blues

pairing: akaashi keiji x f! reader genre: parenthood fluff warnings: nah, none. or well, bokuto is his own warning HA. wc: 1.4k author’s note: for @tyga-lily. makes references to the storm chaser universe, but can be read as a standalone.

Akaashi’s calm demeanour cannot hide the fact that he is at heart, an anxiety ridden bean. It’s something he’s always struggled with since his boyhood days, worrying about Bokuto’s antics and the ace’s general well being, spiralling with stress when it comes to exams and job interviews, and even though he masks it well with doses of coffee, it’s starting to flare up in full force now that you’re growing his child in your belly.

Having a baby was planned, as most things in his life are. You and he have been married for two years now, your careers are settled into a comfortable groove, so having a child just seemed like the logical next step. But it’s different planning on paper to actually seeing your plans blossom into fruition, especially when presented in the form of an ultrasound, the black and white squiggles indicating the new life he’ll hold in his hands in less than six months’ time.

“Is that - ?” he’s barely able to form a coherent sentence.

The ultrasound tech and you share a smile. “That’s our baby, Keiji”, you say, taking his trembling hand in yours.

Even though your belly is barely a bump and the baby is but a tiny bean sprout in monochrome, there are so many things to prepare in advance.

Like cradles and prams - he spends his free time perusing parenting magazines about the best, safest models. Like the difference between diapers - until you step in and gently insist that you very much doubt either of you will have the time to maintain the use of cloth diapers. Like the type of laundry detergent is best for babies’ clothing - or - or - or the type of food that he should slowly be introducing the baby to as the months progress while being careful not to accidentally trigger any allergies-

“Keiji”, you say, catching his face in the warm cradle of your hands. “You’re overthinking again.”

“I am, aren’t I”, he laughs wryly, arms circling around your waist, ever so careful not to crush you. “I just want to make sure everything’s perfect and we have it all figured out before the baby arrives.”

“Everything’s already going to be perfect”, you reply, nuzzling up to him. “We’re going to be parents, Keiji. Imagine that!”

He knows. Oh gods, he knows and he’s terrified.

What if he screws up? What if he gets something wrong? What if he accidentally suffocates his precious baby, or messes up by overlooking something small and banal? He’ll never forgive himself, and worse he’ll disappoint you -

“How do you keep your kids alive?” He blurts his fear out to Bokuto when the older man visits with his trio of sons in tow.

Bokuto isn’t even fazed by the question, despite it coming out of left field. He lifts the teething Kousuke into his lap so he doesn’t chew up the furniture before turning to gaze at Akaashi. “There are three cardinal rules to fatherhood, Akaaashi”, Bokuto says solemnly.

Akaashi leans forward, eager to listen to whatever pearls of wisdom his former senpai might have for him. He must have some good advice - he’s raising three boys and they’re all alive and healthy, if a little feral.

“First”, Bokuto raises a finger, though the effect is rather lost from Kousuke promptly chomping on it. “Feed your kids. If they’re full, it’s all good. And keep sugar to a minimum, unless you want them to bounce off the walls.”

“Fair enough”, Akaashi nods, mentally filing the first rule away in his head. “What’s next?”

“Second, you gotta check that they don’t pee or poop on themselves. If they have, just clean it up. When kiddos are dry, then it’s all good!”

That’s also fairly obvious.

“Third”, Bokuto nods as if in approval of his wisdom. “Don’t let your kid bite anyone, or your other kids -”

Akaashi blinks. And then he blinks again.

“What?!”

“It’s true! Kousuke has a nasty habit cos the little kiddo can’t talk yet, so he chomps down when he’s pleased or isn’t pleased, like when he has to defend his toys from being taken by his older brothers - ”

“Bokuto–san”, Akaashi massages the space between his brows. “These can’t be the only rules to fatherhood? I mean - what about - what about figuring out what’s the best pram to use? Whether to use the Montessori method in teaching your kid - or, I don’t know - shouldn’t I be referring to some parenting bible or something?”

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder, instantly grounding him.

“Kids are pretty resilient, Akaashi!” Bokuto booms. “You could drop them - okay, maybe don’t try that, and don’t ever tell my wife I said that - but they’re hardy little things, as long as they’re fed and kept clean and aren’t attacking each other, it’s all good.”

“It can’t be that easy”, he says, head in hands. Because it feels life changing, bringing a new life into the world, and he has to get it right, he has to make sure everything’s perfect, right?

“I mean, I’m not saying it’s easy”, Bokuto replies, frowning. “You won’t be getting much sleep ‘specially when your kid’s just born cos babies don’t seem to know how to sleep through the night, so you gotta get up and cuddle them and soothe them so they’re happy enough to go back to sleep. But then when they grow up, the challenge is really teaching them to be good kiddos, y’know?”

“You mean teaching them to be kind?”

Bokuto grins, bouncing Kousuke on his lap. “Got that in one! That’s more important than worrying about what pram you’re gonna get - just strap them to your chest, it’s easy enough and it’s a good workout too!”

His former teammate’s enthusiasm is infectious, but Akaashi no longer has the stamina from his high school days, so he thinks a pram might still be very necessary. Still, he sees the wisdom in Bokuto’s words.

So he surprises you when he drops his obsession with parenting magazines and books and lectures and podcasts, pulling your feet into his lap instead to give you a gentle massage and whispering seriously to your bump.

“You don’t have to worry cos I’ll make sure you’re fed and I’ll change your diapers, and I promise I’ll never drop you on your head, and we’ll get you a pram cos I don’t think I can carry you around all day, especially when you get older - ”

“Keiji, you’re worrying too much again” you interrupt him, smiling indulgently down at your husband.

He presses a kiss to your bump before meeting your smile. “I was talking to Bokuto-san this afternoon.”

“Ah”, you reply. “And what advice did he give to you?”

“This and that”, your husband says. “But he reminded me not to worry overmuch.”

“His advice doesn’t seem to have worked too well then”, you answer archly.

Akaashi sighs through his nose. “I just want to be a good dad.”

“Oh Keiji”, you card through his hair, let him slump into your side. “You will be a fantastic dad, I know it. The fact that you’re worrying so much shows that you care for our little bean sprout.”

“Of course I care”, he murmurs. “I want our kid to grow up safe and healthy and happy and kind - ”

“And after listening to yourself say that, don’t you think you’ll be a good dad?”

He scrunches up his nose, a tell-tale sign to you that while he sees the logic in your words, he can’t bring himself to believe in them just yet.

“This is going to be cliched and something right out of your shounen mangas that you edit - ”

He closes his eyes as if he’s in pain. “Believe in me, who believes in you?”

You tug at his ear gently. “That’s pretty apt in our case, is it not?”

“Fine”, he mumbles, defeated. “You have a point.”

“Stop worrying, Keiji. You’re going to be a good dad.”

“Okay”, he breathes. “I - I hope so.”

The smile you bestow upon him, full of trust and love goes much, much further in soothing his fears, in taming his unbridled worries. “You don’t have to hope - I know it. Now c’mon! Let’s discuss baby names, and before you even think of mentioning it - no we are not naming our kid after Bokuto - ”

“I mean, he already has three kids practically named after himself -”

“Nor are we allowing Kuroo any suggestions - ”

“Agreed. His daughters only have normal names because his wife put her foot down - ”

Somewhere in greater Tokyo, both Kuroo and Bokuto sneeze in perfect harmony.

a/n: heh. yes! i am alive and still writing ><

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ilylovelyz · 8 months

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⍣ ೋ it's oh so quiet

˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ fluff!, studying/working, cuddling, just in love with bo

you're all alone shhh, shhh and so peaceful until... you fall in love.

"mph–no kou," you mumbled, pulling your face away from his sweet peeks against your cheek, slowly traveling up to the corner of your lip.

"watcha workin' on?" he chirped, settling in next to you, his arm coming over to rest over your stomach, his face resting on your shoulder. "'m working on an assignment, it's due tomorrow." you responded, tone a little monotonous due to the way you were so focused on your work.

"why so many paragraphs? what is it for?" he asked, a little curious at your writing. normally, any person would be a little annoyed at his constant questions, but you're patient and knowing of his natural curiously. it's a bit endearing if anything.

"jus' an essay, for my english class." you said back. your eyes glance down to the time, 11:56PM before going back to focus on typing.

you let out another annoyed whine when his lips peck once more at your collarbone, his kisses quick, innocent and eager. "kou, i'm a little busy, i have to get this done."

"you've been working on it for hours? like 2-3? aren't you tired yet?" he asked, taking note of your eye-bags. "yeah.. but it's really important, because it determines if i will get kicked out of this class." you sighed, removing your hands from your keyboard to stretch your arms.

"oh, so it's really really important?" he smiled, seeming to finally understand the importance of the essay. "really really important." you repeated with an amused grin.

you tilted your head when your laptop was then taken away by your boyfriend, setting it on the edge of the bed. "you should stretch! it'll make you feel better." he grinned, his hands taking your arms and stretching them up into the air, pulling and twisting your sore limbs carefully.

he shifted closer to you, sitting up on his knees while you were sitting criss-crossed. you we're i initially going to decline his request, but after he popped your wrist, you'll admit, it felt good. it was almost funny, the way he was stretching your body for you, a wide grin on his face because he was so happy helping you.

after a particular stretch, you had arched your back slightly after you felt a pop in your lower back. "mmh, m'kay kou, that's enough," you said contently, pulling your arms away from his hold. "see? feels better don't it." he teased, getting back into his previous position laying next to you.

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you're tired. your eyelids are heavy with sleep, your fingers have been cramping up almost painfully, but you're so close to finishing this essay. it's a quiet night, no noise aside from the light van and your quick typing. there's nothing but the warm dim night-light being on.

your legs are numb, internally vibrating uncontrollably like static. your eyes glance down at the time. 1:53AM.

your laptop's screen brightness practically attacks your eyes, if this goes on for any much longer, you're guaranteed to get winkles prematurely.

you slightly shift in your position, hips rising and setting back onto the bed as you angle your back more into an upright position. you were previously laying more flat on your back, but with this new position, your view is more upright and higher. your laptop rested on his broad back, as his head and upper torso were resting against your body, his face resting against your collarbone.

looking back at your chromebook, you see your boyfriend in the corner of your eye. his eyes are low, almost shut, but he's definitely awake. "kou? i thought you went to sleep..?" you whisper, bringing a hand down to run your hands gently through his dyed hair.

almost 30 minutes ago he went quiet, his body laying limp against yours, so you assumed he went to sleep. he usually goes to bed even earlier, but he extended his bedtime for you today.

"didn't want you to be lonely.." he mumbled, his voice low and full of sleepiness. you couldn't help but smile at his adorable consideration, "go to sleep, i'll be okay."

he groaned incoherent words, seeming to disagree with your offer. "mmh, i'll go to sleep when you go to sleep.." he whined, his hold on you getting a little tighter. you sighed at his words, letting out a quiet 'okay' before rubbing at the side of his back lightly.

another 15 minutes go by, and you finally finish your work. you shut your laptop lightly, careful not to disturb your boyfriend. "done?" he asked, repositioning himself after you wiggled in his hold.

you set your laptop on the floor, hoping you won't step on it when you wake up by accident. you wiggled your body downwards, mushing your cheek against his chest while his arms came to wrap around your body again.

"done."

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scaranoiia · 2 years

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SMOKED.

pairing: bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

genre: light angst

word count: 1,678

cw/tw: reader has anxiety + talks about getting medicine, swearing, cigarette smoking, established relationship, concerned kou, petnames are used

"I'll help you get through this, okay?" — sometimes the outlet you think is helping you, ends up making everything worse.

You took a drag from your lit cigarette while leaning over the balcony of your shared apartment. You had left the doors cracked open to inside because Koutarou was up watching his shows, as usual, so you weren't worried about him finding you here smoking. Especially since it was getting close to one in the morning.

You took a couple more drags while admiring the nighttime, city view. It was beautiful, yet so hectic like something out of your nightmares. You brushed those anxious thoughts away with another puff of the toxins. You held the smoke in for a bit longer and finally released it once you felt your body start to calm down.

"Baby?" you hear Koutarou say from behind you, his voice was soft and confusion was laced in his tone, "what are you doing?"

Your body was frozen and you were sure he could tell. You let out a cough with your lips pursed and turn around while hiding the cigarette behind your back.

You raise your eyebrows at him and hum while looking into his eyes, "what's up, Kou? I thought you were watching your show?"

"I was, but you were taking a bit longer in the bathroom than usual so I wanted to make sure you were okay…" His eyes flicker to your hidden arms and then he looks back into your eyes, "why are you out here?"

He was avoiding the real question he wanted to ask. You could tell. You knew he saw the smoke, he had to have seen it. He had spoken right after you had released it from your lungs.

"I just wanted some fresh air. It gets a bit stuffy inside sometimes," you tell him. He nods and looks around the balcony, his eyes searching for more clues, and they finally land on a water bottle that's sitting on the small table. His eyebrows furrow and he points to it.

"Don't you usually drink out of the paper cups we have?" He questions.

"It's just a water bottle," you mumble before speaking up, "are you gonna ask me your real question or continue avoiding it?" You knew your half-gone cigarette had to have been complete ashes by now. It should've been put out in the water bottle already. He hesitates and then looks at your legs as you can feel some of the ashes fall off the cigarette.

"What's behind your back?" He asks. You sigh and look to the side before moving toward him to grab the water bottle. He grabs your shoulders as he must think you’re trying to flee inside.

"Can I grab the fucking water bottle, Koutarou?" You snap your head up to look at him while snatching the water bottle off the small table.

“Don't swear at me like that," he whispers, his tone hurting as he looks into your eyes. You flick the cap off the water bottle and watch as it lands on the small table before you bring your other hand out from behind your back and drop the cigarette into the water. His eyes widen like saucers as he snatches the water bottle out of your hands.

"A cigarette… You were smoking a cigarette?! Since when do you even-,"

You gulp as tears spring to your eyes. You never wanted him to find out like this. You didn't want him to find out at all honestly. You could see the growing confusion and frustration in his eyes as he continued spitting words at you.

"-What is wrong with you?"

And that's when you feel a tear slip.

"What is wrong with me?" You ask him, your voice cracking as more tears begin slipping past your waterline. His expression changes to one of panic as he's quickly setting the water bottle down and holding your upper arms.

"No, no baby, I didn't mean it like that, I promise," he says softly, his hands coming up to smooth his thumbs along your cheekbones.

"I'm sorry, I-," you choke out. He nods and brushes a few hairs out of your face.

"Why?" he asks gently.

"I didn't- he just- he told me it would make my anxiety go away," you cry.

"He? Who's he?" He questions.

"My friend," you whimper.

"The one you became friends with a month ago who also smokes?" He asks. You nod and nibble on your bottom lip. "And does it make your anxiety go away, baby?"

"Only for a little bit. If- if I don't smoke one in a while then it gets worse and I don't feel good," you tell him.

"Baby," he breathes out, "you know how bad these are for you, don't you? And that there's other ways to help your anxiety settle down. Baby, they make medicine for it."

"I don't have the money for medicine," you cry.

"I do, [Name], you know that I have the money for it. Why didn't you come to me and ask me?" He rubs your upper arms in his hands while watching as your lips tremble before you speak.

"I can't just- Kou, I can't take your money like that," you cry out.

"If it's for your mental health, yes, you can. I would never let you go without something you need, I don't care how much it costs me. And don't you think that you having the proper medicine to treat it is better than you having to get a lung transplant from those nasty things in the future?"

You gulp and nod while looking into his eyes, your own shaking with guilt because of how much you've upset him.

"Will you stop so that we can get you the right treatment for it? Because those things are not helping you, baby, they're only going to make you feel worse," he says softly. "Do you have more on you?" He asks. You sniffle and nod before looking away from his eyes. "Where are they?"

You reach into your hoodie pocket and pull out the almost empty carton with your lighter inside. He takes it out of your hands and opens it before letting out a deep breath.

"There's only three left in here, when did you smoke all the others?"

"This past week," you mumble.

"It's only been five days, baby. Did he give this to you new or were some already gone out of it?" He asks while closing the carton.

"New, he took the wrapper off of it for me and helped me," you say quietly.

"Helped you do what?" He asks.

"Helped me smoke the first one."

He nods and licks his lips before opening the carton back up to pull the lighter out and look at it. You watch as he reads over the black sharpie written on the white lighter and his jaw clenches before he looks back into your eyes.

"'Rest in peace: virgin lungs.' Does he think this is a joke?" He scoffs while tossing the lighter back into the carton and closing it with a heaving sigh. You just stand here and watch him, your anxiety rising as your fingers itch to light one of the last three. He drops the carton onto the small table and you flinch at the noise before he puts the cap back onto the water bottle.

"Are you mad at me?" Your voice cracks and shakes as you whisper it.

"No baby, I'm not mad at you. I'm just frustrated and upset, that's all," he says.

"With me?"

"No," he chuckles lightly, "just-," he sighs and looks back down at the table, "can you promise me something?"

You nod and look into his eyes.

"Will you promise to stop smoking, so that I can help you get the right medicine for your anxiety?" He asks.

You gulp and look away from his eyes before looking at the cigarette carton. "It's not that easy, Kou," you mumble while looking back up at him.

"Can you at least try?" He asks desperately.

"I try every single time I come home because the last thing I wanted was for you to be disappointed in me," tears cloud over your eyes again before you start crying and drop your head down. "I hate the idea of you ever not liking me for something I've done and that's why I hid this from you because I didn't want you to hate me," you sob. He steps closer to you and pulls you into his arms to hold you tightly.

"Baby, I could never hate you. Please don't say stuff like that, let alone, think it. I love you and I just want the best for you, I promise," he says while pressing kisses to the top of your head. You choke out a sniffle and nod before whimpering, "I love you too."

He hums and gives your body a tight squeeze before lifting your head so you can look at him. You notice his teary eyes and shake your head as you bite your lip.

"I'll help you get through this, okay? We'll get you to stop and I'll get you the right medicine that you need," he assures you. You nod and sniffle as you look away from his eyes.

"Can we go to bed now?" You ask. He nods and picks up the carton of cigarettes and the water bottle before opening the balcony door a bit more. You walk inside first and watch as he heads over to the trash and drops the water bottle inside. When he goes to drop the carton, you grab his wrist.

"What if I need one?" You ask him.

"You won't need one, your body will just make you think that you want one. They're going in the trash, baby," he says while dropping it in and then closing the lid. You stare at the lid of the trashcan and then he grabs your hand. "Let's go brush our teeth and then we can go to bed, alright?" He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and shuts off the lights before guiding you into the bathroom.

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mizunetzu · 2 years

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PLS DO A PART TWO ON THE BOKUTO IN MY MIND FIC I'M BEGGING UUUUU DIWKXHWBCIEHDJDJD

sure HAHAHAHHA

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Bokuto x reader - In My Mind (pt. 2)

⚠️ Warnings - none !

Pronouns - male, he/him

you can find part one here!

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(Y/n) (L/n) was not fine.

(Y/n) (L/n) was stressing.

(Y/n) noticed something was up the moment Bokuto didn’t shriek his usual morning greeting from the doorway. What’s wrong? Was he sick? He walked in, shoulders hunched like he was trying to make himself smaller, and slid into his seat. For once, Bokuto Koutarou was trying to not gain any attention.

(Y/n) tried his best to hide his subtle stares. Bokuto was hunched over his desk, eyebrows slightly upturned and bottom lip between his teeth, like he was trying to hold back something. He didn’t look like his usual, cheery, bright self.

It sounded selfish, but (Y/n) had always looked to Bokuto’s light to brighten up his own dull self. He couldn’t radiate happiness the way Bokuto did. Bokuto brought a smile to everyone’s faces, hell, even his own.

So what had happened today that had dampened his happy?

And… where was his good morning?

In the midst of thinking, (Y/n) had kept direct eye contact with Bokuto’s pathetic form. Bokuto looked up, and eventually trailed off and met eyes with (Y/n). His eyes widened horrifically, and he averted his gaze faster than (Y/n) could process. In fact, he turned his whole body away from him. (Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows, a small frown tugging at his lips. He put his head down in his arms, both him and Bokuto now sporting the same, closed off, sulking pose. One thing had been abundantly clear, in (Y/n’s) brain. He had definitely done something wrong.

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It continued like this for days. No more good mornings.

There were also no more endless rants or splurges during passing periods, no more walking home from school with Bokuto, no more lunches where Bokuto would plop himself down suspiciously close and start bugging him for his bento, nothing.

And (Y/n) didn’t know why.

Today was the 7th consecutive time Bokuto Koutarou had ignored him. He had kept count. He didn’t even hide the way he’d stare at Bokuto with hurt puppy eyes. He’d burn holes into Bokuto’s side with his gaze, and all he got in response was an uncomfortable shift in his seat.

After staring him down for the nth time that morning, (Y/n) looked down to his lap, where he was fiddling with fingers. He could think of at least eighty-nine things he could’ve possibly done to upset Bokuto, and if he thought some more, he could probably come up with even more.

“—This assignment, I will be assigning partners. More or less who I believe you will get the most work done with, or for those of you who… struggle, who could help you get work done. However, I don’t mind if you decide you want to work by yourself for this one either.” The teacher had been talking, and for the first time, he hadn’t realized he was missing everything. He usually paid attention and would regurgitate the information back in a dumber way for Bokuto.

He looked up just in time to hear the teacher listing off the names of people in partners. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the work right now, so he’d have to have his partner explain to him what they were doing—

“Next, (L/n)-kun and Bokuto-kun. You two seem to be very good friends.”

(Y/n) froze. From shock or excitement, he didn’t know. But he saw a chance. His eyes flicked to Bokuto, who wasn’t looking back at him. His eyes burned with hope he didn’t have once in the last few days. Screw this assignment. He couldn’t care less about his grade right now, but he couldn’t thank his teacher more for pairing them up together.

(Y/n) was memorizing what he would say to Bokuto, when he stood up.

“Teach’?” Bokuto murmured. His face was downcast, his eyes staring off to the side and completely unreadable. The teacher hummed in acknowledgment.

“I wanna work by myself.”

Never once did Bokuto’s eyes land on (Y/n). There was no show of any sort of emotion on his face, and if there was, it wasn’t a good one. It unsettled (Y/n). He couldn’t read him.

“Alright. (L/n)?” (Y/n) looked up to the teacher reluctantly. “I think you’ll get along with Kazashi-san well. I know how reserved you are. Why don’t you work with her?”

(Y/n) cringed at the mention of working with a complete stranger. He wanted to work with Bokuto. Still, that didn’t stop ‘Kazashi’ from sauntering over to his seat, and sitting down in the chair in front of him.

“Hello, (L/n).” Kazushi said. The tamber in her friendly, bubbly voice made (Y/n) want to puke. It wasn’t the same when someone other than Bokuto was cheery and sunshiny.

“I-I would like to work alone as well-!”

(Y/n) blurted out, raising his hand and standing up from his seat. Kazushi puffed out her cheeks, a small scowl on her face. The teacher blinked, and mumbled out a “Sure… Kazushi-san, uh, go work with Akiro-san and Toshi-kun.”

(Y/n) fumbled back down onto his seat, swallowing a very flustered clump in his throat. For some, that was the loudest people had ever heard his voice. He stared blankly as papers were passed out, placed on his desk, as did Bokuto.

(Y/n) couldn’t breathe. His vision wouldn’t single in on the paper he was supposed to be writing, alone, and it only grew fuzzier when he tried to focus. Maybe more he relaxed, the more the feeling would go away, and maybe he could take in some oxygen. Yeah, yeah that should work. He gently laid his head on his desk, trying to ignore the achy feeling in his chest as he took labored breaths. He tried to make himself as tiny and limp as possible. He didn’t realize how stupid he looked.

But as he lay there, doing everything to ease the nonexistent pain in his gut, he knew. He had a name for that achy, hollow feeling. As he watched Bokuto, who hated working alone, choose solidarity just to get away from him, as scenes of him not paying Bokuto much direct eye-to-eye attention, as he sat there, alone, wanting to sob and scream and crawl out of the depth of rope he was tied under…

That horrible, gnawing feeling clinging to his insiders was named “guilt.”

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New day, new beginnings.

(Y/n) repeated those words in his head, gripping the condensing can of green tea in his shaky hands. The forming drops of liquid seeped into his palms, but he couldn’t care less. He set the bottle down gently on Bokuto’s school desk. (Y/n) wiped his hands on his school blazer, and hurried off to his own desk. He was the only one in the classroom, a bit eager to see Bokuto and maybe apologize.

After pointless minutes of waiting and waiting, the sound of the door sliding open caught his ear. He stared shamelessly as Bokuto, Konoha, and Washio all filed in, mid-conversation. It was all coming into place. He’d see the little gift, then see him, he’ll say sorry for whatever it was he did, and he won’t have the aching, incessant throb in his chest suffocating him anymore. And better yet, he'd have Bokuto back.

He watched with glassy eyes as Bokuto stopped mid-sentence, picking up the drink from his desk. He watched as Bokuto studied the bottle of green tea bought from the school vending machines, turning it this way and that. And he watches as Bokuto’s eyes flickered to him, himself. (Y/n) stiffened, but wilted when Bokuto's eyes flitted back to his friends seemingly without a second thought.

And that aching throb in his chest only grew louder when he watched the drink he bought get offered to Konoha, who refused. Bokuto twisted open the drink and went back to talking with his friends. He could only sit there in awe as more and more students filed into the classroom.

Even in a room full of people, (Y/n) felt alone. And, for once, he didn’t have Bokuto there to save him.

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Every single fiber of his body ached with a guilt he didn’t even know how he caused.

He ached to fix it. He ached to get rid of the ache. God, this whole ordeal was starting to make (Y/n) lose sleep.

(Y/n) trudged his way through the rather empty hallway. Skipping out on his club was something he never did, but he got too antsy and ticked off by his fellow club members trying to pry inside his mind, asking if he was ‘okay.’ Of course he wasn’t okay.

It’s been 3 weeks since he’d spoken to Bokuto.

Guilt was eating him up. It crippled him, consuming his every thought, action, everything. He thought he knew emotion. He thought he had the concept of ‘guilt’ down to perfection. But he underestimated its power. It made him irrational.

Which is why he found himself waiting outside the school gates, long after dark, waiting for Bokuto to get out of practice.

He had been waiting outside in the cold for hours- when the hell did practice end?- warming up his numb hands with his breath, and part of him wanted to just go home and try again tomorrow. It was really cold.

And even if he did get to speak to Bokuto, what would he even say? He didn’t even know what he did, what they were fighting over. What was supposed to say to that? How would he even get past stopping him at the school entrance?

(Y/n) was so lost in thought, he didn’t even notice the gaggle of sweaty volleyball players heading towards the exit of the school. (Y/n’s) manic eyes widened dramatically, landing on Bokuto, who began parting with his teammates. He waved goodbye to the remainders of his team, before looking back ahead, and freezing.

For a while, the two just stared at eachother, unmoving, in the breeze of Tokyo’s cold nights. (Y/n) somehow forgot all about his numb hands. After what seemed like ages, Bokuto averted his gaze stiffly and attempted to speedwalk away without saying a word. It was clear as day, now.

Bokuto Koutarou was ignoring him.

The bitter truth seemed to hurt more that (Y/n) had anticipated. It stung like a slap to the cheek, though (Y/n) had no time to recoil, as Bokuto was already heaps away. He snapped out of his daze, and began stumbling his way in Bokuto’s direction.

“W-wait…” (Y/n’s) voice wouldn’t come out the way he wanted it to. “Bokuto-kun, I-”

No response. His figure grew smaller as he walked away from him. (Y/n) began to stutter towards him faster, with his hand extending out shyly.

“Bokuto-kun..”

No response. (Y/n) staggered towards him like a tipsy man. Chains and chains and chains and chains and chains of guilt pulled him away. Bokuto seemed to be moving so fast, whilst (Y/n’s) world played in slow-motion.

“Bokuto-”

No response. Bokuto never once turned around. The wall of invisibility between them only grew thicker with every step he took. It all happened so slow, yet so fast at the same time. (Y/n) began to push against the weights.

“B-Bokuto!”

No response. (Y/n) forced his voice out, and for once, it obeyed. His legs pushed faster. They were at such a distance that there would be no way Bokuto wouldn't have heard him. He knew it clearly, as more guilt wrapped around his legs. Bokuto was actively ignoring him. It hurt.

“Bokuto!”

No response. Rows of houses surfaced. The world seemed to spin against (Y/n’s) will, spinning and spinning, playing a melody of ringing that blared in his ears. Bokuto seemed to walk impossibly faster- he was practically jogging. (Y/n) met the ground, tripping over his non-existent chains and crashing pathetically onto his knees.

“Koutarou!”

No response.

But when he didn’t hear the sound of booming footsteps growing smaller, (Y/n) looked up to find Bokuto staring back at him. There was a blank, slightly awed face on his features, staring him down as if he was waiting for him to speak. (Y/n) picked himself up hastily, and a bit pathetically.

They were staring at eachother again, and (Y/n’s) voice had decided that it had had enough of yelling for tonight. Nothing would come out of his mouth, and god, with the way Bokuto pursed his lips sadly, and began to walk away, he wish something would’ve.

Bokuto turned back around. His head was down, and his shoulders sagged with the heavy sigh he let out. (Y/n’s) face darkened. “W-wait, please-”

He didn’t. Bokuto kept his head down, and kept walking. His vision began closing in on him, the world melded into purely nothing but the disappearing figure that was practically his only friend.

Friend. Did he even have the right to call him that anymore? Why wasn’t Bokuto saying anything? (Y/n) continued to call out to him, telling him to wait, even just for a second, but it all seemed to get lost in translation. Does he not see him at all? (Y/n’s) body seemed to seize up limb by limb under the deafening silence. Did he not care? Did he not care about him? Did he not care about him anymore? Did he ever care? It hurt. It stung. (Y/n) whipped up his head in a state of hysteria. “I’m sorry!”

(Y/n) grasped at his, surprisingly messed up and sweaty, hair. His eyes were blurring with tears, everything in front of him turning into a meld of watercolor. He brought his trembling hands to his eyes to messily wipe away the tears on his sleeves. They kept coming. He wiped more. He kept his arms guarding his face, hiding his vulnerable state from Bokuto as much as he could. It was embarrassing. He looked, and felt, pathetic. He was gasping in breaths, but every breath in seeming to produce endless tears in return. He sank to his knees. “I’m sorry I- I don't know what I did and I- I feel so- so- so bad and I- I miss you so much-”

“What!?” Bokuto yelled, a sense of dread lacing his voice. (Y/n) didn’t hear him over his hips and sobs, continuing his nonsensical babbling of “I’m sorry,” and “I feel horrible.”

“I just- don’t leave me… you can- can hate me, just… don’t-- don’t… Please… I-I love… I need… I want-”

“No! Fuck! Wait!” Bokuto panicked, rushing over to (Y/n) and practically throwing himself onto his knees. “Why are you crying!? Did I do something!? No! No! Please- no-! Stop crying, please!”

Bokuto scooped up (Y/n’s) melting face into his hands and tipped it up. (Y/n) let his hands drop placidly to his sides, still sobbing violently and purling nonsense. He began hastily and nervously shooing away tears.

“Fuuuuuck-! Why are you crying…?” Bokuto squawked. (Y/n) hiccuped.

“You- you’re ignoring me and I- I- I don’t know why-!” (Y/n) sobbed, voice slightly muffled from Bokuto hastily wiping away tears. “I’m sorry if I did something just please-”

“No!” Bokuto squawked. “No! Fuck! I got- you- we got it all wrong!”

“I thought you hated me!”

(Y/n) blinked. He sniffled. “What…? Who told you that?”

“Well-” Bokuto thought back. Now that he thought about it, no one really told him that (Y/n) hated him. Give him personal space, sure, but no one said (Y/n) hated Bokuto. Bokuto grimaced. “Well… I just.. thought so!”

“So I just trying to… give you personal space a bit n stuff yanno…” Bokuto’s voice died out into a murmur.

“I don’t want ‘personal space’..!” (Y/n) clasped Bokuto’s hands. “I… I like it when you tell me good morning every day..! And- and when you have lunch with me! And when you walk me home sometimes! I-”

“I love you!”

Bokuto blinked. (Y/n) was huffing. This was not happening. He pinched (Y/n’s) cheeks lightly. They were real. He wasn’t making shit up. “Holy shit.” was the first thing that came out of Bokuto’s mouth, and he kind of wished he said something cooler. “Holy shit!”

“I love you too! Like- so much! I love you so much! We should- we should like, go out! Does that mean I can hang out with you again!? I’m so happy!”

Again, Bokuto wished he would’ve said something cooler, but (Y/n) didn’t mind, and so did Bokuto. He got his point across.

Especially with the way (Y/n) leaned into Bokuto’s hands, still cupping his face, with the way (Y/n) smiled one of his cute, reserved smiles, with the way Bokuto clumsily clacked foreheads with him, he’s pretty sure he got his point across pretty well. ——————

“You guys are fucking gross.” Konoha said. Bokuto looked up, as did (Y/n). Bokuto was laying his head happily in (Y/n’s) lap, as (Y/n) stroked and messed with his hair. “Get a fucking room.”

“You’re the one intruding on our precious lunch time!” Bokuto whined. He buried his head stubbornly in (Y/n’s) lap. “We’re not even in a public space! This space is private!” “You were the one who actively sought us out, so maybe you’re the pervert here.”

Konoha sighed, and walked away. There was no point in trying to get Bokuto up and off to their little impromptu volleyball practice.

Man, sometimes, he had no clue what went on inside of Bokuto’s mind.

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tags: @iwillbiteabitch

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