#bokuto one shot

[bokutosmochi]

THE BIRTHDAY KITTEN ♡ BOKUTO KOTARO

bokuto kotaro x catgirl!reader

ingredients? when bokuto adopted you from the neatest shelter, you were one of the oldest kitties there -- all the hybrids you grew up with adopted by owners of their own years before the owlish ace came into the picture. of course this meant you didn't have the most real life experiences.

what's it? smut

allergen warning/s? reader’s a lil dumb, past allusions to parental abuse, neglect, mentions of feelings of depression, losing a pet, fingernail picking, ahegao face, fingering, oral!fem receiving, praise kink, cum eating, daddy kink, choking, multiple orgasms, swearing, praise kink, and mentions of breeding kink towards the end -- super light

sugar level? 4.5k

regulars? @hanayanetwork​

parlor's note? this is my first time (and probably not last time because this is fun!) writing for a hybrid so please as always, feel free to give feedback cause i think this could be better but for now, i have channeled all hornee energy into this, what can i say?

written for @fuwushiguro's hybrids collab! you can find the masterlist over here!

bon appetit!

you were lucky that bokuto adopted you that day a year before, lucky that bokuto found himself getting lonely whenever volleyball season was over, lucky that you finally got yourself a home where you were loved and cherished.

you were lucky for a lot of things, most of them revolving around bokuto kotaro. the man sleeping next to you right now, allowing himself to sleep in for a few hours since this year's volleyball season was officially over. there wouldn't be as many practice sessions and perhaps a few years ago, he would have frowned at that, but not anymore. not now that he has you.

you pawed at your face when you first woke up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes only to notice that your boyfriend was still asleep. while you're glad he's able to get some well-deserved rest, a part of you is disappointed because all you wanted to do is to talk to him and kiss him all over, cuddle into his neck until you were nothing but mere atoms floating around in the endless space of the universe.

as if he could feel your stare on his face, his hand around your waist tightened, pulling you further against him, making you silently purr in contentment, snuggling into his warm chest that radiated nothing short of warmth and comfort. after all, even though you've been rescued from the abusive household you were brought up in after the neighbors called the police on the people you shared the house with, it's not like the shelter was the best.

sure, while the workers and volunteers who worked the shift there didn't pull on your sensitive ears or your tail when you made a mistake, and while sure, they didn't put a collar around your neck and tied you to the lamppost outside your house in the pouring rain all because you arrived five minutes past curfew when you were playing with your friends, you were still neglected there, never given anything that wasn't a strict need. sometimes you'd get a visitor, someone who was looking to adopt you. they'd scratch the lovely spot behind your ears and shower you in compliments, but at the end of the day, they never came back for you, opting for another hybrid at the rescue, or realizing that maybe, this was not the life for them so at some point, you just stopped getting excited for them. the curious look you shot them when they took a peek of you was gone, replaced by you looking at them, then going back to what you were doing prior to that. you rubbing yourself on their leg when they set you down on the floor became you just sitting there, listening to them talk to the workers about potentially adopting you. all the friends you made at the shelter were gone, adopted by owners who promised you that you were the one while dangling the feather toy in front of you. you never really bothered making any new friends after your best friend was adopted, learning that everyone would just come and go, leaving you behind.

slowly but surely, the hope inside of you was running out.

that was until bokuto came around.

you remembered that day like it was yesterday. it was in the summer, the month of may. the finals of the last volleyball tournament of the year was a month ago and without the practices that lasted all day, the loneliness hit bokuto like a brick. it was sweltering hot, you could feel the pin pricks on the back of your neck, on your back and it was just around the time when the owners of the shelter would bring you out to the grooming room and cut the soft fur around your ears and tail and trim your pretty hair for your convenience so they were the people you expected when you were napping on top of your favorite blanket -- you usually liked to cover yourself with it and snuggle into it, but the heat was proving to be too much.

that wasn't the case for this particular summer. instead, you heard the voice of the twenty year old volunteer who's been doing volunteer work there since she was sixteen calling your name in a soft whisper, unsure whether you were asleep or not because your back was turned to her. you sat up and turned around, only to be met by a man you've never seen before. he had spiky black and silver hair and was wearing a large grin on his face, his eyes sparkling as he stared at you in awe?

was it awe?

you weren't sure, but that's the only way you could describe it.

"c'mere," she hummed, motioning for you to come towards the opening of the cage as she did so.

of course you did, already knowing the drill.

you stood at full height in front of the strange man and if you didn't feel so hopeless and depressed, you probably would have returned his excited smile, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. you simply stared at him blankly before the girl, cassie told the both of you to come follow her to the interviewing room.

the way bokuto answered was a bit unusual, but a good unusual. you've seen children excited to get a pet before, and you've seen teenagers who just got ready to devote themselves to another pet after losing their previous one a few years ago, but even though there was no denying the fact that they were excited and happy, their energy did not even begin to compare with bokuto's. his voice was fast and loud. cassie asked him to repeat himself several times during the interview, something you've never seen her do, all because his words that were uttered too fast sewn into one unintelligible mess of phrases and much to your discontent, you actually felt a pang of hope bloom in your chest. and as always, bokuto didn't let you down.

sadly, the shelter didn't let you leave that easily. the professional volleyball player had to leave you there for a few days while some of the staff scheduled a day to check out bokuto's house to see if it was appropriate for you, if he would be able to accommodate you properly. you sat in the backseat of the car while they did that and from where you were, you could see the - sloppy - handmade banner that was strewn on the doorway of the bokuto household reading welcome to your new home [y/n]!! and you felt yourself smile genuinely after god knows how long. you prayed to any and every deity out there that bokuto passes the "test" and you'd be allowed to live with him.

he did, and with flying colors too.

and as they say it, the rest is history.

bokuto flashes that same grin you fell in love with a year ago and kisses the tip of your nose, nuzzling his face to your neck, breathing in your scent and sighing contentedly. "g' morning, kitty."

"good morning, bo."

before you could thread your fingers through his soft locks, his head pops out from its position in the crook of your neck. the familiar grin is there and you found yourself wondering how a person could have so much energy when they first woke up in the morning.

he didn't leave you with much time to guess. "it's your birthday isn't it??"

birthday?

the word passes through your lips once, then twice when you finally gather your thoughts. since the shelter you were at didn't celebrate birthdays, you didn't know anything about it. you didn't even know when yours was, if you even had one. you knew everyone was born, obviously, but you didn't really know that everyone's was special as all of yours were treated like just another day. your knowledge about birthdays was limited to the first and only one you attended: bokuto's. the one he celebrated the year he got you. you didn't really remember it to be too pleasant. too much noise and chatter. bokuto left you alone for the majority of the party held at your shared house as he was passed from one person to another, from his sisters, to his friend back in high school, to a man with very tall, black, spiky hair, and to his very rowdy teammate who you've learned was named hinata.

the only thing that left you was a simple oh making bokuto raise his eyebrows at you and leap off of the bed. "c'mon, kitty. y' should be more excited! you get gifts and a cake, and you get to blow candles." he continued to gush. it only fueled your confusion and you found yourself tilting your head at him.

he finally finds himself uncharacteristically silent as he looks back at you, head tilted to the side like an owl, "have you never celebrated your birthday before?"

you look down and start to pick on the edge of your fingernails, unable to make eye contact with him. "i-i didn't even know i had a birthday or that i was one of the people who could celebrate it."

he kneels down before you, forcing you to look him in the eye and the emotion in those golden orbs of his makes you want to cry and bury yourself -- pity and sadness. "honey, everyone can celebrate their birthday."

this time, you made a conscious effort to not let your surprise show, but bokuto knew all of your tells. he knew you were surprised, and he also knew how you felt anxious at the thought of it all, afraid and confused at the change because your whole life may have just been flipped upside down. so instead of making you feel like he felt bad for you, he rose and put his hands on his waist. "don't you worry, kitty. we'll celebrate your birthday today and we'll make it the best day ever!" he announced with a pump of his fists to the skies above, hooting.

much like always, his enthusiasm had an effect on you. you returned his smile and set yourself on your feet as well, your tail swishing around in excitement. "well, what are we supposed to do?"

with a glint in his eye, he turned to you, "anything you want to, kitty! go on a shopping spree, go and get the fur around your ears and tail trimmed, cuddle all day, anything!"

you looked down to think about this thoroughly before you gave bokuto an answer, but he wasn't having any of it. "hun, you don't have to take it so seriously, okay? we can do whatever your pretty heart desires!" he beamed, placing a hand on your shoulder and stunning you with a flawless smile, making you do the same and slowly nod. "well, i have been missing you since you've been gone for so long, can we just cuddle and we can build one of those.." you trailed off as you did not know what they were called, simply using your arms to gesture -- not that the vague gestures actually helped your boyfriend.

"those things make of pillows and blankets and you can lay inside it and stuf-"

"pillow forts!"

"yeah! we can build a pillow fort and watch a movie and eat whatever we want and cuddle!" you exclaimed at him and bokuto felt his heart grow three times at your excitement. the way your eyes glimmered was his favorite sight, your scent his favorite smell, the feel of your skin under his palms his favorite feeling, the cherry chapstick on your lips his favorite taste, and your pretty purrs of contentment his favorite sound in the world.

he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close to him, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "sounds like a plan."

bokuto ended up calling the supermarket closest to your house and asked them to deliver all your favorite snacks. sure, the extra service may have upped the price a few yen, but it was nothing he wasn't able to give for his best girl -- his birthday girl. while waiting for it to arrive, you guys started on the pillow fort, building it a feet in front of the huge tv he had. you gathered all the pillows and blankets in your house, and he gathered the chairs needed. together, you laid out the futon, piled on the blankets and fluffed up the pillows, adding some of your most beloved stuffed toys too for some company, and before you knew it, it was done and there was a person knocking on the door -- the supermarket worker with the food.

bokuto set it all up in front of the two of you when you were choosing the movie.

it was quick and a few seconds later, you were already nestled in bokuto's arms, nuzzling the side of your face against his chest and mewling while reaching for a snack.

the movie you chose, you couldn't exactly say it was your favorite because you haven't actually watched it yet. you've only heard some stuff about it online - every review left by professionals and amateurs alike were positive - and you've seen the trailer. from those two things, you most clearly did not know there was going to be an intimate scene in the movie -- one that dragged on for a very long time, to make it even worse.

you felt uncomfortable, not because of the nature of what was happening on screen - both people being bare, the woman being held in the man's arms and having kisses laid on her, from the back of her ear, all the way down to the base of her neck - but rather, because of the aching feeling in your legs you've never felt before. you had no idea what to do so you just trusted your instincts, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together and whining around the grape-flavored lollipop in your mouth.

bokuto was quick to take notice of this and even quicker to take charge of the situation upon seeing your obvious distress. "hey kitten, what's wrong." he rubbed your back, a worried look on his handsome face as he searched yours for a sign, any sign of what might be bothering you as he had no idea himself.

"ah! my, my cunny, bo! i don't, i dunno!" you gasped out.

his owlish eyes widened a tad bit more at your words and he genuinely had no idea what to do. were you hurting? did an ant manage to bite you down there? were you experiencing a heat? as far as he knew from the research he had done, hybrids like you should not be experiencing heats. were you just aroused? but surely, you would already know that feeling, shouldn't you? then again, bokuto couldn't be sure, after all, you were completely oblivious to the fact that everyone could have a birthday party.

"what'd you want me to do, kitty? does it hurt? can i touch you?"

"god, yes! yes please!" you mewled out, grabbing his wrist and dragging it further down your body. he was positive you had no idea what was happening, but leaving you in this condition you are currently in looked like the worse option between the two, so when his fingers snaked under the waistband of your shorts and panties and managed to run circles on your clit making you moan and throw your head back, he couldn't help the relief that flooded his system. "there you go, kitty. there you go," he hummed, his other hand reaching up to pet your hair and scratch the spot behind your ear that he knew was your weakness. you were powerless against the motions of his hands and soon, your tongue was sticking out of your mouth and you became cross-eyed.

the movie was long forgotten. the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his hands on you, and the only thing he could focus on was how you reacted to every little thing he did -- he wanted to memorize all your favorite things and bury it into his memory.

when you reached your climax, squirting all over his large hand and the mattress under you, his sweatpants felt just a bit too tight and he knew there was no chance he wasn't taking you right then and there, mostly because of how you were practically begging him to rearrange your insides and ruin your precious cunt.

he rolled you over to your back and got on top of you, leaning down to capture your bottom lip between his teeth and pull it back, only to delve back into you again. "you taste so good, kitty!! can't wait to have more." his hands gripped your top and pulled it off of you in one swift motion, expertly avoiding your ears before kissing you again. while his mouth was busy with yours, his fingers traveled down to your bottoms. the way they grazed your exposed flesh had goosebumps raising on your skin and if you weren't aroused before then you definitely were now.

bokuto was all too aware of that, smiling at the feeling of you rubbing your tits against him, perky nipples on his chest. "feeling good, kitty?"

and you were powerless to do anything but nod. "more! n-need more!"

if bokuto was being honest with himself, he wanted to tease you some more, but with the way you were whining for his touch, his instincts warned him against it so he was quick to slip two fingers into your cunt, the wetness that gathered on your pussy making the slide easy and painless. if anything, it was the most pleasurable feeling you've felt in your entire life. it made your toes curl and grab onto his arm for dear life. "bo!"

when the sounds you made traveled through his ear canal and into his brain, it was almost like he went feral. he ripped your shorts off of your figure along with your panties and shoved his face onto you, trying to shove the wet muscle of his tongue as deep as it can go inside your cunt and lapping at the juices spilling from you.

you could do nothing but bury your hands through his hair and throw your head back in ecstasy as bokuto ate you out like he was a starved man and you were a five star buffet.

and while all of this was going on, the television was still playing in the background, though it was long forgotten by the both of you. bokuto was too focused on the addicting taste of you on his tongue and making you feel good, make you moan more of those pretty noises he's become addicted to.

the coil in your abdomen tightens and tightens, the more time bokuto spends in between your legs -- it's the only thing your mind can focus on. and the moment he presses his nose against your clit, you were done for, screaming so loudly the neighbors could probably hear - bokuto hopes they don't call the police because he really doesn't want anything to interrupt this moment - and tugging on his locks so roughly it sends a wave of searing pain through him -- he cannot get himself to care though, muttering "that's it", "good girl, that's a good kitty", and "come on my tongue" the whole time you were on your high. he knew that he should probably give you some time to calm down, process everything that just happened, every new emotion that courses through your veins, but he was unable to do so, instead lapping his tongue at your entrance the whole time and having one of his hands reach out and play with your tits through your flimsy t-shirt, begging for his attention.

once bokuto was done and you were starting to try and even out your breaths, he crashed his lips onto yours, nipping at your bottom lip and sucking on it harshly -- a new sensation for you, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. there was something about everything that set your senses ablaze -- maybe it was the taste of you being transferred from your cunt, to bokuto's tongue, to your mouth, something about the sinfulness of it, or maybe it was the way bokuto's passion in kissing made your head spin, or maybe it was the feeling of bokuto's large, calloused hands roaming all over your body. truthfully, you cannot put your finger on it, even if you tried.

slowly, slowly, bokuto peeled your t-shirt off as well as the remainders of his clothes leaving you skin-to-skin with nothing in between you but the drops of perspiration going down your bodies.

his head went up from the junction between your neck and your shoulder where he was previously sucking deep purple hickies into, "you really wanna do this, baby?" his breath was hot on you and it did little to nothing to stop the wetness gathering between your legs, soaking the bed and your tail which whipped around and subconsciously started to caress bokuto's bare back. "mhmm, 'm sure, daddy. wanna try everything with you."

you didn't even process the words that have left your mouth when his eyes widened. the fact that you didn't know why that happened made you feel a bit anxious at first, but it quickly subsided when you saw the familiar glow and excitement shine in his golden eyes. "daddy? you want to be my baby girl? you sure??" and you can't help but to let out a hearty laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down with you. "a hundred percent sure. you'd take good care of me, would you?" you instinctively mewled and rubbed the side of your head against his chest which unbeknownst to you, was exploding with happiness. "you bet! and right now, you're my pretty girl. my pretty birthday girl," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose before your lips.

when he slid his tongue against your bottom lip, you tried to tease him a bit and didn't let it slide into your mouth, but bokuto was having none of it. suddenly, you felt his finger on your clit, rubbing small, tight circles onto it making you gasp -- of course he took that as his chance to have his tongue meld with yours and steal your breath away while you were at it.

you kept on bucking your hips up to meet his finger, yet soon enough, it seemed like you needed something else. "daddy, need your cock. please," you whined at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your throbbing cunt by his pelvis only for him to chuckle at you. "you're probably wet enough, right?" his head tilted to the side a bit before simply shrugging to himself. "tell me if it hurts, okay kitty?" he waited for you to nod and then slid his cock into your pussy.

and god. bokuto thought, breathing out a shaky breath from his mouth, eyes clenched so tight that it hurts the tiniest bit. sliding in is the easy part. not cumming too soon is the hard part. not that he would ever tell anyone that. even if he did though, it's not like anyone could ever blame him.

it's so tight and warm and bokuto swears he can stay there forever and not get sick of it. it grips and hugs his cock like a glove, like it was made for his cock and his cock specifically.

"this fucking kitty cunt," he hisses out making you look up at him in concern -- thankfully for you, you were wet enough for it to not hurt a single bit. it was only a bit uncomfortable at first, but you quickly got used to it. that didn't mean you didn't enjoy it anymore though, cause you definitely love the feeling of bokuto inside you. it's most certainly the closest you've been to each other and you're obsessed with every single aspect of it. you just hoped bokuto felt the same as you did. "do you not like it, daddy?"

"fucking love it, kitty." he groaned out, thrusting in and out of your pussy at such a fast pace, almost as if he couldn't control himself. "can i pull on your collar, please, pretty? 'y can tell me if it's too much," he whined out making you nod. you didn't quite know what to expect, but you trusted bokuto -- the same bokuto who wasted no time before grabbing the pink leather collar wrapped around your neck that's decorated with fine white lace and pulling it back harshly. the sensation of air getting pushed out of your lungs was an unexpected one, but a welcome one nonetheless. it made your eyes roll to the back of your head and tongue loll out of your mouth. "there we go kitty, there we go." bokuto couldn't stop the words tumbling from his mouth nor the way his fingers instinctively traveled downwards to your aching clit, swollen and longing to be touched by  bokuto's skilled fingers.

and just like that, you came right on his digits and cock. saliva was starting to accumulate under your face, but you didn't even notice it anymore, too lost in the feeling of pure nirvana.

"good fucking girl, good fucking girl. take daddy's cock just like that- yeah, yeah."

you've come up to the conclusion that bokuto's loudness and talkativeness didn't halt when he's in bed. in fact, it seemingly increases when he's about to cum like he is now -- the feeling of your clenching pussy proving to be too much for the professional volleyball player as he found himself unable to do anything but spill his seed inside and breed you -- thrusting his hips flush against yours all the way throughout his high.

"didja enjoy your birthday, kitty?"

i get: reblog

you get: a cat toy

do we have a deal?

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[cowboyjigen]

HOW HE LOVES YOU

with MSBY

SAKUSA isn’t good with his words. so whenever he tries to say i love you he stumbles and sputters and it all comes out as a jumbled mess of nothing. no, he can’t seem to spit the words out when atsumu is around and jabbing his side with teasing remarks. he can’t seem to say them when you’re out getting dinner and he’s admiring how beautiful the dim lights make you appear nor can he seem to relay how he feels when he’s asked about you in a press conference. but it’s not like you don’t know. when he grabs your hand in public, when he presses his mask covered face down into your shoulder, when you hear the small sigh of relief that he lets out when you massage his scalp, that’s enough for you to know he loves you.

ATSUMU is a very verbal lover. showering you in praise and never once faltering in his adoration for you. the possessive grip he has around your shoulder when you walk about town is enough for everyone to know just how much he loves you. and if they don’t get it that’s okay, he’ll be bragging about how lucky he is to have ‘snagged’ someone as pretty as you. he’s never left any room for confusion in his love. from the second he saw you on your first date he knew you were the one. and he just can’t seem to shut up about it.

HINATA is giddy with love. he’s a teenage boy at heart when it comes to you. he treats every date like he’s taking you out to prom. the nerves have long since passed but he’s still filled with butterflies and his heart flutters when he sees you dressed up all nice. if he’s asked about you he turns sheepish. his face flushes before then he goes on and on about how amazing you are and just how lucky he is to have you. he’s nervous to say i love you at first. he can’t seem to find the right time to do so. but as soon as he gets past the initial bump, he’s saying every opportunity he gets (usually accompanied by a quick kiss).

BOKUTO is eccentric. he said he loved you far before you even started dating and he had no problem telling you so on your first date. if it was anyone other than him you’d probably be alarmed but, it’s bokuto. call him a nickname (preferably kou) and he’ll be gushing about you to akaashi or his team mates for hours. if he gets the opportunity to talk about you they’ll never hear the end of it. he’s just so madly in love. he keeps a picture of you im his wallet and phone case. his lockscreen is the two of you. he may be the athlete, but he’s your number one fan.

request are open <3

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[yanderecrazysie]

Hiii!!! I haven’t really requested anything before so I hope I’m doing this right, but could I please request the training camp with manger reader, character of your choice bc I really couldn’t decide lmao😭😭😭

I really wasn’t sure what to do for this, so I just chose Bokuto because… well, because. XD

Title: Enamor

Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, manager! reader

Summary: Bokuto develops a crush on the Shinzen High manager.

enamor

/verb/

be filled with a feeling of love for

Bokuto’s attention was easily won, but just as easily lost.

His attention was fleeting, bouncing from one person to another like a volleyball. Until it stopped.

On you.

Bokuto had already met Kyoko, but he had no real interest in her. She looked beautiful, sure, but she didn’t have much in the way of personality to hold his attention. You, on the other hand, were beautiful and energetic.

You were the manager of the Shinzen High Volleyball Club. You stood on the sidelines of every match and cheered your heart out for the team. Where other managers clapped or just watched silently, you jumped up and down and hollered out praise.

When each match was finished, you would fling yourself onto the group of boys- high fives if they won, hugs if they lost. Shinzen High wasn’t exactly the best team there (though they were no Karasuno), so there were quite a few losses and quite a few hugs.

Bokuto pouted every time you gave a round of hugs to them, eyes narrowing whenever you lingered a little too long. He found himself wishing he could be on the Shinzen High team, just to get a hug or high five from you.

Akaashi noticed something was wrong when Bokuto went into “emo mode” before the next match even started. His eyes surveyed the gym, surprised to notice where Bokuto’s attention was.

The broccoli-headed guy had an arm around your waist as the team talked. You didn’t seem bothered by it, merely talking casually as though it weren’t there. 

“Bokuto,” Akaashi warned, “We have to start the next match.”

“Just play without me, Akaashi,” Bokuto said dramatically, “I have a broken heart, I can’t play.”

Akaashi closed his eyes and tried to think what would cheer him up, “But, Bokuto, don’t you want to impress her with your volleyball skills?” Bokuto perked up, but only a little.

The next few matches were torture for Fukorodani. They were good at playing without Bokuto, but they needed him to get over his emo mode at least at some point in the match. Instead, he spent the entire time moping around- not trying to spike or receive and serving half-heartedly.

The coach was furious and, in the next match, he didn’t even put Bokuto in. “Deal with it or don’t play,” he had said.

Bokuto found himself walking up to you in a daze. You turned to him and gave him a polite smile, “Yes? Can I help you?”

“What’s your name?” Bokuto asked.

“Oh, it’s (Y/n),” you said, looking a little confused, “And you’re Bokuto, right?”

Bokuto’s emo mode disappeared instantly, “That’s me!” He puffed his chest out in pride.

“Why aren’t you playing?” you asked, confusedly looking over at his team.

“I wanted to talk to you!” Bokuto said, “I love you!”

You stared blankly at him, “You just learned my name, how do you love me? Or is that, like, an over exaggeration?”

Bokuto gave you a look like a kicked puppy. Didn’t you understand that he had fallen in love at first sight? That he was enamored with your very being?

Apparently you didn’t understand, because you turned back to your team, cheering as they made a point. You turned back, looking surprised that Bokuto was still there.

That was okay, he’d find a way to show you how much he loved you before training camp was over. Whether it was through bubbly praise or confronting you in the locker room, alone… he would have you.

He’d never been this enamored with anyone else before. 

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!! #one shot #yandere bokuto #bokuto koutarou

[kodaiki]

꒰ 4:46 P.M. ꒱ ❛ bokuto kotaro x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

it’d been twenty minutes since bokuto had noticed you walk into the library. the library was not a place he frequented often but with the results from his last exam and the verbal harassment from kuroo to go, he found himself sitting at one of those one-person seat/desks.

but then you walked in.

was he even studying anyway? closing his textbook, he slides it into his backpack before slinging the bag over his shoulder.

he probably shouldn’t be acting this creepy, especially at the fact that he doesn’t know you. well, he recognizes you from his literature course (it’s a core course he has to take in order to graduate) and it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t think you were the most gorgeous person he laid eyes on.

finding you settled in a spot between bookshelves, currently fiddling through the books on one of them, he finds his chance. lightly clearing his throat, bokuto walks by you and situates himself in a spot so he’s just next to you, only facing the opposite bookcase. 

bokuto hopes he’s appearing nonchalant as he cups his chin with his palm, occasionally humming at he skims the wide collection of books. yup, totally nonchalant.

while to you, he’s hoping he looks like he’s deep in thought, pondering over a book to read, he’s really gathering his thoughts about the best way to approach you without sounding weird. he knows you’re the best in his class. it’s clear as day by the way from just a row behind you, he can see the giant red ‘A’ on all your papers. you participate in class regularly and everything that seems to escape your lips is thoughtful in some way regarding whatever topic you’re discussing.

you’re way out his league.

but it doesn’t hurt to try and woo you with his social skills.

“ehm, do you need…help?” a voice behind him brings him out of his thoughts and he quickly whips his head around at the sound.

by his presence, your journey to search for whatever book seemed to have ended. feeling his cheeks flush under your gaze, he profusely shakes his head.

“no! er, no,” he lower his voice when he realizes he might’ve spoke too loudly, “i just love reading and i’m looking for my next…read…”

bokuto’s voice falls nearing the end of his sentence at the way your face twists into…confusion? amusement? he can’t tell.

“uh-huh,” you nod along with what he’s saying, taking a peek over his shoulder at the ‘collection’ he was looking at.

“i’ve actually read most of these,” he boasts, but the blush on his cheeks fails to subside. 

“…really.” your voice is lowering more and more with each statement of his and he thinks you catch his bluff.

“really! this…perso-author,” blindly, he reaches behind him for a random book. skipping past the title, he reads out the author’s name, “E. L. James? One of my favorites.”

that about does it for you.

the stoic expression on your face breaks as does your voice as laughs erupt out of your mouth.

bokuto’s…confused, to say the least.

what…what’s going on?

“please, i hope you’re not serious,” you gasp between laughs, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye. 

slumping forward in defeat, bokuto frowns. how’d you find out so quickly? did he choose an awful writer?

“i thought it was weird enough seeing a guy looking at ‘erotic romance novel’ shelf in the library but calling the author of 50 Shades your favorite? i knew it had to be some sort of prank.”

“oh,” bokuto says blankly, looking down at the book where the title was typed. ah, now he gets it. “it wasn’t a prank,” he murmurs.

at your confused head tilt, he continues, “i just wanted to impress you since i know you’re into reading.”

he’s expecting you to get freaked out and excuse yourself and probably never frequent that library again (bo, there’s one library on campus, what’re you talking about?). but to his surprise, you grin.

“wait, you’re that guy from my lit class! you compared hamlet to the lion king!”

to be fair, akaashi helped bokuto out with that assignment so whatever words he spewed out of his mouth were half of akaashi’s knowledge and half of bokuto’s bullshit. he didn’t even get a very good grade. but the C+ on his paper after seeing the way you smile at him about it looks like a golden A right about now.

“yeah…that was me.”

“you’re explanation could’ve had some work but i really enjoyed it. maybe over coffee, we can talk about it?”

oh.

OH!

“yes!” he just about exclaims, gripping onto your shoulders. “i mean,” he quickly lets go, rubbing a hand behind his neck, “sure, i guess i could go for some coffee.”

as bokuto leaves the library with you on the way to the coffee shop, he can’t help but thank the professor who gave him a D on his last exam and kuroo who wouldn’t stop bothering about studying. but above all, he thanks E.L. James for making it all possible.

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[sunakys]

new haikyuu vleague official art chibis

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look at teeny suna isnt he so cute :,) his little fox hands awwww 😭🌹🌹

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[bokutosworld]

the home we’ve made | bokuto k. 

pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader word count, genre: 1.6k words, family au, aged up bokuto, fluff.  summary: bokuto treasures the family he’s created. but he’s in for the shock of his life when one day, his precious daughter announces she’s in love.  

my note: i noticed this has been in my drafts for almost two years. so i wanted to post it as a belated bday greeting to my still sunshine, bokuto ☀️

“Mama, how did you know you love Papa?”

The question catches you off guard. You look at your little girl who is enthusiastically coloring the pages of her art book. Her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, making you smile as it reminds you of a certain someone. Abandoning your book in the moment, you go over to her side and brush her hair as she fusses over which shade of pink would match the bear.

“Hm, that’s an interesting question, Hana-chan.” 

Your five-year-old looks up at you with her big eyes, curiosity emanating from them. 

“If you really want to know, it’s because your Papa makes me the happiest in the world.” 

She listens intently, her mouth slightly pouting in the same way your husband does whenever he is contemplating about something. They were way too much similar. No doubt that she is his daughter. 

You cup her cheeks in both your hands and press a kiss to her nose. “Plus your Papa gave me you.” 

Hana tugs you closer, her voice small and quiet when she timidly reveals her secret, “Mommy, I think I’m in love.” 

Just then, the front door bursts open and in comes the man of the house.

“I’m home!”

Hana’s eyes immediately light up at her father’s arrival. She stands up on her feet and runs out of the room towards the living area where he was already waiting with open arms. 

“There’s my little princess!” 

“Papa!” She’s beaming with excitement, jumping in his arms. They fall down sitting in the middle of the floor, hugging and laughing as they obviously missed each other.

“There, there, Hana-chan. Your Papa still has to wash up.” You help take Hana from his grasp, making sure to give him a pointed look. He chuckles, knowing how much you were a stickler for being clean inside the home and that meant Bokuto always had to take a quick shower whenever he returns from his trips outside.   

He leans to give you a kiss, “I’m back.” 

“Welcome home.” 

— 

When Bokuto comes out of the shower, he’s quick to recognize the smell of his favorite home-cooked meal. His stomach grumbles and it reminds him just how much tonight’s practice wore him out. 

All throughout the day, he couldn’t wait to get back to his family—to his charming daughter whose antics and smile could instantly bring his energy back and to his wife whose presence he was eternally gratefully for. He sits on the bed and dries his hair. 

In the corner of his eyes, he sees the picture frame on the bedside table. He smiles at the image, of you proudly showing off your engagement ring and him donning his bright smile with his arms wrapped around you, remembering how he felt — both the nerves and the excitement — when he asked the words will you marry me. 

He felt like he won the jackpot when you said yes. And even after years of marriage, Bokuto is still very much in love with you and every day feels like he is walking on cloud nine. You were perfect for him, you made him happy, and since high school, you never once wavered in your support of his volleyball career. He thought his life with you couldn’t get any better until the little one, Hana, came along. 

A sweet angel borne out of your shared love. The moment he held her in his arms, Bokuto swore that he was immediately wrapped around her fingers, promising that he’d do anything to protect her and become the best father in the world. 

He hears the pitter patter of little feet on the floor and anticipates the door opening. Hana peeks her head in the small opening she created and calls him. 

“Mama said to call you. Dinner is ready.” 

He stands up and walks towards her. She has her arms held up high, asking to be carried and he complies. He ruffles her hair and gives her a peck on the cheeks before heading towards the dining room where a table full of his favorites is waiting. 

The atmosphere at the Bokuto household is always lively, especially at the dinner table where Koutarou is eagerly telling stories of his teammates, sharing how he aced the spike he’s been practicing, and expressing how he’s looking forward to playing so he can make his daughter and wife proud. 

And very much like her father, Hana has tales of her own—recounting how she spent her day at the kindergarten, taking her parents through the new things she learned and the activities she enjoyed with her friends. 

And tonight, she’s sharing the news of her first love. 

“Oh also, Kento gave me a flower from the garden and said that I look beautiful.” 

Your little girl was grinning from ear to ear as she mentioned the boy’s name. While you were amused at how bashful she was being, someone on the other end of the table has put down his utensils and was staring in shock.

Before he could say anything, you asked Hana, “Who’s Kento, darling? Was he the one you were referring to when you said you think you were in love?” 

She hid her smile in her hands and nodded. You could hear the way your husband dramatically gasped, now leaning with his arms on the table and almost reaching out to Hana. 

“Kento always hangs out with me during break. He also holds my hands when we walk together. His hands are soft.” 

The soft giggle she lets out makes you utter an audible aww. Your kid was experiencing her first crush. And through the stories she’s told of Kento, you could see how she adores the boy so much. However, your husband has been eerily quiet.  

His current state reminds you of the times he’d be in one of his moods back in high school. But of course, you understand him. 

Hana was not anymore the small crying baby he held in his arms years ago. She wasn’t the baby whose diapers he’s changed in the wee hours of the night. She’s growing to become a little lady and discovering the wonders of life. It was only natural that he’d be surprised upon knowing his little girl was navigating puppy love. So, before she could notice that her father was acting differently, you indulged her, listening to more of her stories about Kento. 

“He sounds like such a sweet boy.” You nudged Koutarou’s foot under the table to pull him out of his trance. When he does, you smile sympathetically before turning to Hana again, “We’d love to meet Kento someday.” 

“Really? Can I invite him to play here tomorrow after school?”

“Yes.” 

“No.” 

“Koutarou.”

You hold his gaze for a moment, sending him a message that everything will be fine through telepathy. He caves, mumbling a fine and proceeding to finish his food. 

Smiling at your success, you turn to Hana and reassure her, “Bring him here and I’ll bake your favorite cookies so you can share some with him.” 

The kid was so overjoyed that she pushed her chair back and ran towards her room, where you suspect she’ll be contacting Kento about the plans for tomorrow. 

Now left alone with Koutarou, you catch him pouting at his food, the same way that Hana was when you were telling her about what you loved about him. 

Trying to soothe his crushed soul, “You know, it’s only an innocent crush.” 

“She’s five years old.”

“That’s right. And she’s turning six in two months.” 

“She can’t love any boy other than me yet,” he whined which only caused you to laugh in your seat. His frown deepened and his glare at you became much intense. “It’s not funny. I don’t want her giving other boys her affection just yet.”

You try to stop your giggles, “I know. I’m sorry.” You reach your hand out to him and he takes it, intertwining his fingers with yours. “A crush is just a crush, you know. No one can replace you in her heart. She loves you very much.” 

“I know that,” his words muffled as he presses his mouth to the palm of hands.

“It’s not like Kento will immediately ask for her hand in marriage. They’re both only kids. Let them have their fun.” 

Looking at you with his pleading eyes, you already know what he was asking for without any words. Standing up, you go to him and sit down on his lap. You let him hold you just like that—with his arms tangled in your torso, his face buried in the crook of your neck and his hair poking your cheeks. 

“She’ll always be your beloved girl.”

He exclaims, “She’s just growing up so fast.” 

“Yeah, she is. But you know, she’s not leaving the nest anytime soon.”

Koutarou looks at you with eyes full of affection and presses his forehead on yours when he whispers, “We raised a great child, huh?”

“We really did. We’re lucky to have her.” 

He hums, his thumb stroking your cheek, tracing over your lips before kissing you with a sweet, gentle passion that has you leaning closer in his hold. When you pull back, you see him flash the brightest smile and you’re left breathless when he says, 

“I’m lucky to have you.” 

He knows a day will come when he’ll eventually have to give Hana to the guy she loves. Nevertheless, he looks at you fondly, knowing that you’ll always be by his side. And right now, he concludes, he’s lucky to have both you and Hana to call his home.

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[kitas-cleaning-supplies]

hey! for one liner prompts maybe sakuatsu 3/5 or sunaosa 10 :,)🙏 just sending ideas

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10. “….Should I be concerned?” + sunaosa [466 words]

Suna scrapes the bottom of the skillet with his overworked sponge. His brain feels kind of fuzzy and his eyelids are heavy, but he’s got of lot of stuff left to do. He makes eye contact with the sorry excuse for a sunny side up egg on the dining table; it, too, has become scrambled somewhere along the way. Suna's never felt so betrayed.

The stains are a stubborn son of a bitch, and Osamu only has so many skillets in his apartment. Suna isn’t usually a fan of limited variety and choices, but it’s working out for him today. Any more, and the clean up might be worse than the time Atsumu conned him into helping Osamu after Onigiri Miya’s grand opening.

He soaps up this one spot in particular for the fourth time: longing to put it in the drying rack; to move onto the next two; to be granted salvation for all the selfless suffering he’s putting himself through.

“…Should I be concerned?” Osamu’s sleep-ridden voice asks from the kitchen entrance, scaring the ever loving fuck out of him. Suna swerves around, immediately sliding his legs apart, trying to block the crime scene with his body. His heart is running a marathon and his earlier drowsiness is completely gone.

Suna doesn’t pray often, and he’s quickly coming to the conclusion that God has a vindictive sense of humour-

“NO!” Shit shit shit, he threw subtlety out the window. Oh fuck it. “Nope, nothing going on here.” Scrambling for something else to say, he tries to deflect. “What’re you doing here?”

“Gettin’ a glass of water.” Osamu squints at him in suspicion. He doesn’t say anything, but his silence does the heavy lifting for him. Breaking the silence, he offers, “Do ya want a hand with, er, whatever you’ve got going on?”

Osamu might be the love of his life but right now Suna needs him the hell out of it. His cheeks are on fire and it’s not from the normal gooey feelings Osamu makes him feel.

“I got it, you go back to sleep,” he licks his lips. Taking large steps, he quickly turns Osamu around and shoos him back to their room. The asshole goes along with it, but not without his shoulders betraying his amusement. Suna firmly ignores it for the sake of his pride.

Trusting Osamu to walk the rest of the way by himself, Suna darts back in and out of the kitchen. He shoves the glass of water into Osamu’s hands, pushing him into their room, and slams the door shut for him.

Suna rests his back against their door for a moment. He was so caught. Suna chances a peek at their kitchen from where he is. Fuck.

Maybe he’ll order takeout for Osamu’s breakfast instead.

#sry it took so long. ever since starting my bokuto fic i have lost my ability to write a one shot in a day lmao #hope you like this! #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #my fic #sunaosa #miya osamu #suna rintarou #ask game answers #anon ask #maz writes #maz answers

[daisydaphne]

α gσσ∂ gαмє - вσкυтσ

Summary: You almost didn’t get to Bokuto’s game.

Warning: established relationship.

- . - . - .

The game had began and you wasn’t there. Usually Bokuto wouldn’t be mad or anything like that, but that day he was sad indeed.

He couldn’t see you for weeks, and he couldn’t take it anymore. It was the first time you hadn’t seen him in a month!

Of course you had promised to be there supporting him, but your train was late and there was no bus to the event, so you had to run to the place.

-. -. -. -. -.

Bokuto was too distracted. He didn’t spike or block like usual. His whole body was already tired and he felt really bad for his teammates. The other team made more points and was playing fantastic.

“Common, Bokuto. You can do it, man” His whole team knew that he usually didn’t play like that…

It was such a messy game. But Bokuto didn’t feel like himself till something happened. He missed his family, you and his pets too.

“Common, lazy ass!! You can do it better, Boo!” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Love you baby!!”

It was you! You were in the crowd supporting him! You made it!!

Yeah, you made it but It had been the worst day of the week. Your train wasn’t on time and you had to run 20 minutes to be “on time”, but everything was worthy because Bokuto’s face lightened up the moment he saw you.

Now the real game had began.

Every time he spiked, he made a point. Every. Fucking. Time. It was like his whole energy had returned. He scored three points in ten minutes, breaking his personal record.

Of course his team won the final after such an amazing game, but Bokuto didn’t care that much. I mean, yeah he was happy, but he was happier to see you standing there taking pictures of him.

He felt like all his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.

The family’s member were able to be on the volleyball court after the game, so you ran directly to Bokuto’s arms.

“I’m so happy that you win, baby!!” His arms lifted you a little bit and he put his face on your neck, just to breath your perfume.

Bokuto peppered your face with a thousands of little kisses. He truly felt like a champion, and not because of the trophy.

“I’m so happy to be your boyfriend, honey”.

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[the-haikyuu-trash]

bokuto koutaro || crush and thighs

tags: fluff, female reader, she/her pronouns, bokuto having a crush, he basically fainted

a/n: i was bored and decided to write this :D i saw hc bokuto is a thigh person and as he should, love thicc thighs too 😫 likes and reblogs are super appreciated!!

Akaashi noticed that Bokuto Koutaro was… unreasonably quiet.

Now, he doesn’t have anything against that, it was just a new feeling for the second year to see the third year highschool volleyball captain so serious, with his arm resting on the table, cheek pressed against in his palm and his gaze on…

(Full Name).

Bokuto was unaware how quiet he is before the practice match against Nekoma, in fact, it’s weirding everyone out!

he would always give his teammates hype early in the morning where everyone is still dead inside but ever since his golden eyes laid on (Name), he needed to take a breath or something because seeing her feels like she took his heart everytime she comes in the picture. (That’s how he describes it to Kaori who just gave the tall man a cheeky smile, knowing where was he getting.)

Apparently, (Name) was late, but for a good reason! She needed to take up a follow up exam and rushed all the way to Fukurodani with her school uniform that some few would look at her, wondering why another student from another school is visiting the volleyball practice match but surprise, she’s a third year volleyball manager for Nekoma.

“She’s so cute.” he muttered under his breath, watching (Name) talks to Yukie from afar, a smile gracing her lips making her more prettier in Bokuto’s eyes. Soon he let his eyes wander, admiring her beauty and how her school uniform looks so good on her— then he focused on her thighs.

Oh my… (name) is really pretty but her thighs? How can he not look, it’s curvy, smooth and he respectfully likes them that he can’t tear his gaze away from them. He finally get his fangirls feeling with thighs now and eternal grateful for them pointing it out that thick thighs are absolutely the best.

Unfortunately for Bokuto, (Name) can sense his hard gaze on her since she entered the room and now she’s down nervous because it feels like she’s the reason why the practice match delayed. (No, she’s not the reason, apparently one of the coaches slept in.)

Offering an apologetic smile, she waved at him that Bokuto bolted up in surprise, heat rushing to his cheeks and looked away when he heard his teammate snickered.

“Stop oogling at my manager.” Kuroo appeared from behind, the rest of Nekoma VB players glared at his head, following up with “Our. Manager.” Where he just rolled his eyes before smirking at the red faced Fukurodani VB captain who just waved his hands defensively. “I-I wasn’t!” He stutters but no one was buying that because they all caught him admiring his crush from far away.

“And even if I did, can you really blame me? She’s cute!” Bokuto raised a finger at Kuroo who’s grin got wider, usually that’s not a good sign because—

“You think I’m cute, Bokuto-san?“ (Name) appeared right beside him, making him jump back in surprise where Akaashi has to grab him so he wouldn’t fall and embarrass himself. A spluttering mess he is right now, he couldn’t help the blush spreading his cheeks when his crush was smiling at him with sparkle on her eyes. Bokuto isn’t used to this! He likes attention sure! But now where every eyes are on him because the revelation of his crush was now too much!

“I— I— what, huh—“ knowing she wouldn’t get an answer, she lets out a soft laugh and played the hem of her skirt. “Well I think you’re cute too.”

Pretty sure he just fainted where both teams hypes them up.

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[imagineanime2022]

He Comes To Your Rescue

Toru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader Kotarou Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kei Tsukishima

Part 3 - Kuroo Tetsurou, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendo Satori 

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Part 5 - Kageyama

Toru Oikawa

👑 When you started hanging out with the boys more often, most of the fans were kind enough, they all knew that they weren’t dating Oikawa.

👑 Oikawa was the one to announce that he was dating you, all it took was one post and everyone knew by the next day.

👑 Like I said most of the fans were happy for you both but there were a few who refused to believe that you were both together, people that claimed you were with him because of his money (unfortunately athletes don’t actually get paid that much but okay) or for the status.

👑 Though these opinions hadn’t been much more than social media comments you had always been waiting to meet someone with more confidence than common sense.

 You smiled as someone tapped you on the shoulder, you looked over your shoulder and your smile widened as you looked at Iwaizumi “I’m glad you found the stadium okay.” You smiled as he took a seat next to you, his arm stretching over the seat behind you as he ruffled your hair slightly. “Do you know how long it took me to do my hair today? Why would you do that?” You tried to fix the damage he had done.

“Don’t worry you look fine, it’s not like shittykawa is even going to notice.” He shrugged.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” You asked.

“He’s glanced up at the 3 times and he’s still not realized me.” Iwa shrugged.

“See she claims to be dating Oikawa but she’s letting this guy wrap his arm around her.” You both looked over at the girl who pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you both.

“I’m going to post this.” She informed you as she showed you the picture.

“Please do, I look really good from that angle.” You smiled “don’t you think?” 

“Yeah sure.” Iwa rolled his eyes with a smirk, his eyes on something on the court.

“Are you done here?” You asked as you waited for them to leave.

“Are you serious!?” She asked.

“Surely you’re not going to watch the game from there.” You frowned, you could see Iwa was about 5 minutes away from telling them to get lost himself but before anything else could happen, you heard him:

“Little cutie! You didn’t tell me that there was a special guest.” Oikawa appeared next to you.

“Well you were the one that said you missed him.” You shrugged “Iwa said that he was looking to go on holiday so here we are.” 

“I love you.” He cheered as he pressed a kiss to your lips before turning his attention to Iwa both of the hugging as you glanced over to see the girls were gone. “Fans of yours?” He asked in reference to the girls that were in the place that you were looking.

“Fans of yours.” You corrected him “thought I was cheating with Iwa.” 

“Still as annoying as it was in school.” Iwa cut in.

“Come you’ve got to get back down there and make this match worth the watch.” You ordered, he leaned down to kiss you one more time snapping a picture on your phone.

“Post that for me.” He winked kissing you one more time before jogging off out of the range of Iwa’s hit.

Hajime Iwaizume 

💪 You didn’t often go to meet Iwa at work, he worked at a gym full of men most of the time and he was rather protective.

💪 This time however he had forgotten his lunch and as much as he hated asking he needed you to drop it off, seeing the way that his day was lined up, he wasn’t going to have time to go out and grab something else.

💪 When you got there the woman at the front desk smiled as she recognised you. “He told me he was waiting for you, I’ll call him down.” she called for Iwa and then gestured for you to go take a seat while you waited for him.

💪 The people behind you must have been listening in because before long they were standing over you.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you looked up at them.

“Do you even go to the gym?” One of the girls asked and you looked at them and frowned.

“Umm…-” 

“You don’t look like you go to the gym.” The other cut you off.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Well how did you get a session with Iwaizumi, we’ve been trying for months.” The first girl complained, they both looked you up and down before one of them laughed.

“Are you planning to bribe him?” She smirked and you frowned before your hands tightened around his lunch sensing that they were up to something, you could see her hand lifting but before anything could happen the man of the hour called out to you.

“Thanks for bringing this for me sweetheart.” You looked at him and smiled, standing to walk over and meet him halfway, hoping to get away from the girls in front of him but they had other plans, one of them stepping forward and knocking you off balance, you fell forward doing your best to make sure that Iwa’s lunch stayed in tacked. Iwa rushed over to you, taking the lunch from you and putting it to the side.

“Oh my god are you okay?” One of the girls stepped forward.

“Leave.” Iwa ordered as he pulled you up to sit.

“What?” She asked.

“You and your friend leave, find another gym to use.” He ordered before turning his attention to you, tipping your head up to see if there was any damage to you.

“Is your lunch okay?” You asked as he sat you back on the bench and started cleaning a small cut on your cheek.

“I don’t care about the lunch, I care about you, did you know those girls?” He asked.

“No, they said that they’ve been trying to get a session with you for months and they were angry because they thought that you were doing a session with me.” You shrugged.

“Mmm.” He hummed. “All fixed up.” He pressed a bandaid to your face before kissing where the small cut was.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem, my love.” He said as you both stood up as you attempted to step around him he wrapped an arm around you “I’ll make up for this when I get him later.” 

Kotaro Bokuto

🦉 Bo had been training hard for this match for months and the least you could do was go and support him, the stadiums were loud and crowded so you didn’t often find yourself there.

🦉 When you told Bo that you were going to be there, he was over the moon, he would not stop talking about it and even asked you to wear his shirt from last season so that he would be able to see you in the crowd.

🦉 To his credit he did see you as soon as you sat down, he waved at you before blowing you a kiss, you waved back pretending to catch the kiss and put it to your cheek.

🦉 That was where the problems came, it caught the attention of a group of girls who were clearly fans of Bo or the Jackals in general because they were standing in front of you within seconds.

“Where’d you get that top?” One of them asked, you glanced at them for a second before answering.

“From my boyfriend.” You answered as you tried to look around them to see the court, when you did, you actually couldn’t see him anymore and frowned, your attention drawn back to them when one of them nudged you in the shoulder.

“We ask you a question.” The first one glared at you folding her arms across her chest.

“Sorry, what did you ask?” You asked through gritted teeth as you tried not to start a fight at the match the Bo had been working so hard for.

“Do you know that’s fake?” She asked. “There’s no way that your boyfriend could have gotten the real shirt from that season.” 

“What makes you say that?” You asked, leaning back in your chair.

“They didn’t sell any merch for that season, there’s nothing that looks like that made officially for fans.” You honestly thought that you had left this behind when you left school, you had been dating Bo for a long time and it’s not like you kept it a secret, he had trouble keeping his camera off of you, you were all over his social media.

“Babe!” You heard him yell before he came bouncing into your view with his phone “it’s time for my pre-game picture.” 

“Don’t you usually take that with your team?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but you're here today, I wanna take it with you.” He smiled as he sat in the chair next to you pulling you against him “smile baby owl.” You smiled at the camera and he snapped the picture standing up to cage you into the chair that you were sitting on.

“What are you doing?” You asked for a small smile on your face.

“I’m just making sure you're okay.” He answered.

“I’m fine I’m just trying not to start a fight before your match, I want to see you win.” You smiled bringing your hand up to gently caress his cheek. “So get back down there so you can win.” 

“Alright babe.” He pressed a kiss to your lips “make sure that you cheer for me when I win.” 

“Make sure you win.” You winked before pressing another quick kiss to his lips before he ran off, the girls that were there weren’t anymore in fact when you saw them a couple of rows over it seemed like they could even keep eye contact with you.

Request Here

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #toru oikawa #toru oikawa imagine #toru oikawa oneshot #hajime iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi imagine #hajime iwaizumi oneshot #kotaro bokuto #kotaro bokuto imagine #kotaro bokuto oneshot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #female reader

[milkyybuns]

Just Chatting

Characters: Uzui Tengen x streamer!reader

Contains: NSFW (MDNI), modern au, fem!reader, streamer!reader, reader is a bad girlfriend , angst, dubcon, sad + angry tengen, jealous + possessive tengen, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism, dirty talking, sex instead of talking through issues like adults 😕

Synopsis: Since becoming a full time streamer you've barely had time for your boyfriend. He decides that enough is enough.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tagging: @novaresque @awaruna2 @lighturqoi @bigtiddyvampirelover @mindlesschicca

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a/n: Started this 3 months ago but only just had the motivation to finish it. I never thought I’d be writing angst but here I am. Reader is a bit of a shit person, This literally hurt my own heart writing it but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Enjoy?

Tengen's thoughts are in italics

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“Baby come and watch this movie with meee!” Tengen whined.

“Mm soon just one last round, promise.” You replied distractedly, eyes glued to the screen and fingers tapping at your mouse and keyboard.

Tengen hated it.

He wanted to be a supportive boyfriend, he really did, but the insecurity in him flared up every time you seemed to be having so much fun online with these strangers instead of him.

It only got worse when you became a full-time streamer. Every day you'd play or chat with your viewers for hours on end, often leaving your boyfriend eating dinner alone in the dining room of your shared apartment.

Tengen took a deep breath as he waited for the microwave to finish heating up the leftover curry.

It’s ok, I'll finally get to spend some quality time with her next week. I've booked the most romantic anniversary dinner after all!

—

Tengen buttoned up his freshly ironed shirt and put on his fitted dress pants. He turned around in the mirror and grinned.

Damn I look good~

He was brimming with excitement, practically skipping down the hall to your room.

"Ready to go sweetheart?" His head poked through your doorframe, but the giddiness in his expression quickly soured at the sight of you hunched over your work desk.

“Oh Ten you know my 10k celebration stream is tonight right? I told you ages ago.” You didn't even look up from your screen as you continued to set up the mic.

“B-but... What about dinner?”

He sounded like a hurt puppy.

“Sorry baby we’re gonna have to reschedule.”

"It's our 1 year anniversary!"

“You know how it is, don’t want to disappoint my fans!”

Your fans? What about me?

His eyes drifted to your outfit, clenching his jaw when he saw the way your tits were practically spilling out of the strappy top. He could never understand why you had to wear things like that for your 'fans'.

“It’s normal for streamers, plus it's good for the donations.”

“Do they know you have a boyfriend?” He emphasised the last word as if to remind you.

"...It's better to let them think I'm single. It's just part of the job."

Tengen was seething. He leaned against the door frame of your studio room, watching you chat to your audience and thanking them for their donations.

“Hey lovelies! I’m so excited for my 10k anniversary stream today ♡ Thank you guys for always being there for me and I can’t wait to answer all your questions in the special Q&A!” You beamed at your screen, giving your audience your sweetest smile.

"Y/N."

His voice was cold, barely able to contain his anger when you continued to ignore him.

"Y/N."

“Hm? Oh don't worry guys that was just my brother!” You said sweetly. "Thank you to everyone who submitted questions, let's get started ♡ ”

Let’s see how your fans react to this.

You flinched when you felt large hands push your thighs apart, glancing down to see Tengen under your desk and between your legs. He sucked and bit at the soft skin, but you pushed his head away, silently gesturing to him you were live. He paid you no heed, instead ducking under your skirt to press his tongue against your panties. After thoroughly wetting the fabric he pushed them aside to dive right into your folds, two fingers pressing harsh circles against your clit, making you squirm.

"O-ok first question: Sirsnakealot asks: 'What's your type?' "

"Ah I'd say, someone who's dependable, has his own job. And it'd be a bonus if he's handsome ofc <3 hehe."

You forced a smile as you tried your hardest to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. Your flushed expression was not missed by your attentive viewers.

mitsuluvss555: does she have a fever?

ynsimppp: y/n-chan go get some water <33

“I’m fine! I think I ahh~ just had too many energy drinks before the stream...!”

You had to pretend to take a sip of water off screen as you collapsed against the desk. You flipped up your skirt to meet the fiery gaze of your boyfriend, who was now suckling on your clit and playing with your quickly dampening folds.

"S-stop it Ten...! We can...hah..do this la...ah...later." You reprimanded in a hushed tone.

He looked up at you defiantly, responding by pushing two of his long fingers inside your now soaked cunt, curling them in that way that made you keen.

Your vision was getting blurry, but you bit your lip and hid it with a smile.

"N-next question! ItsMeDiooo with the $69 donation asks: "Y/n-chan are you single?"

You feel Tengen growl against your cunt, his fingers pumping faster inside you as his teeth sank into your clit.

"aha t-these questions are so personal today...I've told you guys before, I'm just too busy for a relationship at the moment. Thank you for the donation though, I appreciate your support!"

Tengen was being purposefully noisy, hoping your mic would catch the sloppy sounds he was making between your legs.

"Next question!"

How the fuck are you still ignoring me?

Suddenly you were roughly pulled off your chair. You fell onto the carpet as your boyfriend quickly hovered over you.

yandereyorchan: what happened???

mitsuluvs555: y/n chan are you okay? ><

bigdaddyguro: I didn't pay for this what the hell

“Ten what the fuck? I need to get back to my stream-"

His firm grip on your waist held you in place, as you struggled to get back up. His hot mouth trailed up your neck and left sloppy kisses on your exposed skin.

“I planned such a nice evening for us baby.” Tengen growled against your ear.

“I got all dressed up for you, and you would rather talk to these strangers?” His voice was icy yet calm, making you shiver.

He bit down harshly at your neck, leaving hickies in all the places you said he wasn't allowed to. Pleads of 'no not there ten!" and "baby, stop it!" were muffled by open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

“I’m your boyfriend aren’t I? Let me act like it then.”

He pressed the blunt tip of his cock against your slick folds, making your eyes widen.

“Ten stop it the stream is still on!” You whispered in a panicked tone.

“Are you scared they’ll hear you?” Tengen smirked. "I bet they'd love to listen in, would probably jerk off wishing they were inside this tight pussy."

He groaned when he pushed all the way in ‘till he bottomed out. Both of you panted harshly as he fucked you right there on the carpet. Your breathy moans sounded so pretty to him, the way you mewled and whined under him almost made Tengen forget he was angry at you. Almost.

Just when you were about to cum, his hips stopped altogether. You whimpered in protest as you met your boyfriend's dark gaze.

"W-why'd you stop?"

"Tell me baby, who's the one giving you this dick?"

"Y-you."

"Who does this little pussy belong to?"

"Y-you, Tengen...!"

"Damn right."

He resumed his intense pace with a groan. Soon your walls were spasming around him, tightening with one last whimper as he pumped you full of his milky seed. Tengen couldn't help the smirk on his face as he watched his cum slowly slip out of you.

"Get up baby, we have dinner to get to."

#i wrote this for tenten but #can see this with atsumu or bokuto too #modern au #tengen uzui #tengen smut #uzui smut #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #tengen x you #tengen x y/n #uzui x you #dubcon cw #cw dubcon #uzui x y/n #kny #demon slayer smut #tw dubcon #dubcon tw #one shot #jealousy #streamer #kny smut #angst #tengen uzui x you #atsumu miya #bokuto #atsumu x you #fem reader

[bokutosmochi]

I'M LOOKING RIGHT AT THE OTHER HALF OF ME ♡ BOKUTO KOTARO

bokuto kotaro x fem!reader

"two orders of ice cream sandwich for bokuto kotaro and anon please!"

ingredients? you and bokuto take a stroll through the park and meet two teenagers leading to a heartwarming misunderstanding.

what's it? fluff

allergen warnings? n/a

sugar level? 1.1k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? i made bokuto into the biggest animal lover here because,,, he seems like he would be one

bon appetit!

as much as msby's ace player loved volleyball, there were things about off season that he has grew to appreciate too; he could visit his junior akaashi, their batch of fukurodani graduates would hold their reunion around that time, and most importantly, he had more time to hang out with you. besides, just because it was volleyball's off season doesn't mean he couldn't play the sport he was in love with, right? you and him spent many hours of your free time playing it.

"i'm so glad you have so much more free time now, kou." you hummed, leaning your head against his bicep. you had an arm around his as the both of you strolled through tennoji park in osaka.

"me too, angel!" he beamed at you, his signature grin on his face and warming up your heart. you could feel the way he loved you through the way he looked at you alone, and the thought made your heart flutter wildly in your chest.

the park you were in was so beautiful and there were so many things you could do.

they hosted the tennoji zoo which your boyfriend was too happy to indulge in. you were worried his smile would cut through the skin of his face when he caught sight of the various animals they had.

he waved countless times at the animals they had in their animals of the african savanna zone. you noticed that he seemed to be particularly fond of the egyptian goose, the lesser flamingos, the giraffe, and the red panda. he found the spotted hyena's cackles to be contagious too.

after that section was the animals of the asian tropical rainforest zone. at first, you didn't think that you've ever seen bokuto as lively as he was looking at the animals in that section such as the egyptian rousette, the japanese raccoon dog - "oh my god, baby! look at how chunky he is!" he exclaimed, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt -, the siamang, and the brown kiwi. odd as it was, he also seemed weirdly intimidated by the lion-tailed macaque.

after that, you proceeded to the section that you thought he would be the most excited for -- the aviary zone. despite the fact that they did not have any horned owls, bokuto still had a soft spot for birds. several of the birds he liked he saw in the zoo today such as the little egret which he kept on saying hello to, the common mallard, and the chinese spot-billed duck. in the surrounding section, they also had polar bears, laughing kookaburras - which he shared a quick hoot with -, and california sea lions.

but what the real highlight of bokuto's zoo experience was going to their petting zoo. remember when you thought that bokuto has never been livelier as when he was visiting the asian tropical rainforest zone? you were wrong. he was much livelier petting and making friends with the noma horses, the long earred goats, and his personal favorite, the rabbits.

bokuto was next to vibrating when you exited the tennoji zoo. glowing and with a sparkle in his sunshine toned eyes -- it matched his personality, you thought.

"gahhh!! all the animals there were so cute! i can't wait to go to another zoo! maybe we can get a dog together too?? after all, we already live together, it's gonna be so fun!" he threw his hands up in the air. "i want a big dog! and i want it to be a rescue too so we can give the doggie a second chance!"

he looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes and tilted his head to the side "what do you think?" but before you could get a word out, you were interrupted by a fan of his.

"oh my god! bokuto kotaro of msby black jackals!"

two teenage girls ran up to the both of you wearing msby jerseys. one of them was wearing atsumu's with a skirt, and the other was wearing sakusa's with a pair of pants.

"we're such big fans of you!" the exclaimed when they stopped in front of you. "my little brother even started playing volleyball because of you! he said he wanted to be as cool as you."

bokuto thanked them for their support, and ever the great role model, offered to give the girl's brother a video message; there really was a reason why your boyfriend was always the one to be chosen by msby black jackals' pr team whenever an interview or a promotional video had to be done. everyone naturally gravitated towards him and his cheerful personality, and he's just generally very likable.

you thought that you were just going to be in the background like you always were whenever bokuto was approached by fans, but you thought wrong. "hello," they greeted you. "you and bokuto are always so cute. the way you support each other? ugh!" she squealed. the person she was with laughed at her friend's behavior. "it's true! you're literally relationship goals. i'm glad bokuto put a ring on it, you seem so sweet and genuine."

immediately, your face heated up and your eyes widened. "n-no, he hasn't put a ring on it. we're not engaged or married." you laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of your head as the two girls simultaneously went ohhhh. "well, that's just another tale of online news reporters spreading untruths, i guess." she shrugged. "i'm sorry for the misunderstanding. i hope the two of you have a good rest of your day." she bowed deeply before they both walked away.

you were about to turn to bokuto to share a laugh with him because of what just happened, when you were crushed to his chest. he gave you the type of hugs you usually received whenever you take him to the airport for an away game, or the type gives you after away games that he couldn't bring you to. his signature bokuto bear hugs. "yet." he mumbled into your hair. "i haven't put a ring on it yet, but one day, you'll be mrs. bokuto! i swear you will!"

i get: reblog

you get: owl stuffed toy

#a date with u event #order of the day! #order up for bokuto! #one matcha mochi #with a side of coconut italian ice #bokuto fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto one shot #bokuto kotaro fluff #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto kotaro one shot #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu one shot

[paintbrushyy]

Gentle Gestures

Read on AO3

Ship: Bokuaka

Rating: T

Tags: Birthday fic, presents, kissing, fluff

Summary:

Bokuto brings Akaashi to the roof for a surprise, and Akaashi waits patiently for what it is. ~ "Bokuto-san, what are you doing with all this?" Akaashi places the top on his lunch box and sets it down next to him, adjusting the blanket on his lap. It's warm and very soft. And he recognizes it as one that sits on the top of Bokuto's bed. "Are you finished eating?" Bokuto asks. "Yes, but I want to know what's happening." Bokuto smiles and turns his entire body towards Akaashi. He sits cross legged, and pulls his bag into his lap. "Bokuto-san..." "Shh, you'll understand in a moment Keiji." Akaashi's heart flips at the way he says this, at the use of his given name. They don't use their names very freely yet. They use them in only very intimate spaces, when there's no chance for anyone else to hear. They say them like they're secrets only they know of each other. ~

Bokuto asked if Akaashi wanted to go to the roof during lunch. As soon as he found him on campus that morning, it was like he was waiting to ask. And of course...Akaashi said yes.

Bokuto leads them up the stairs to the top door, opening it in silence. It's bright out, but it's cold, and the wind is sharp on the roof. It cuts deep into their skin. So Akaashi pulls up the loop of his scarf to cover his face more.

"It's cold out here," he comments, but Bokuto doesn't respond, just hums in agreement before sitting down by the fence. He smiles up at Akaashi, still standing by the door. Bokuto pats the concrete at his side to offer Akaashi a seat next to him. He's never been able to deny Bokuto anything. So he sits, folding his knees and opening his lunch in his lap. "Bokuto-san, is there a reason you wanted to sit out here?" Akaashi asks. But again Bokuto just shrugs and seems to dismiss him.

"Just seemed nice out today."

Today, it rings out like a bell in Akaashi's head. It's today. Today is happening, and Bokuto hasn't said the one thing Akaashi had somewhat been waiting for through all his classes. But he doesn't touch the subject, he doesn't want to pressure Bokuto.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he whispers, looking up at the sky.

"Yup." Bokuto's opened his lunch and started eating the sandwich he bought. And Akaashi too lets the questions in his mouth fade as he opens his own lunch.

His mother packed it, and it has some of his favorites. And usually he'd eat his least favorite towards the best part. But today is special, so he decides to start with the best first.

Akaashi picks up the mandarin, pressing his thumb down to try and open it. But it just squishes, and as he struggles to not crush the fruit another hand reaches in between his.

"Here," Bokuto whispers. He take s the fruit, and using his nail, cuts open the skin, and pulls off a peel.

"I think I cut my nails too short this morning," Akaashi whispers as a weak excuse. But Bokuto just shakes his head and continues with a smile. He doesn't have to peel the entire thing, but he does. And Akaashi watches intently as Bokuto's surprisingly gentle hands pull away each piece of skin. Slowly he reveals its heart and then pulls off one small wedge.

"My tax," Bokuto whispers, then hands the fruit back. He pops the mandarin wedge in his mouth and smiles brightly at Akaashi.

Akaashi cradles the tiny mandarin in his two hands and looks up at Bokuto.

"Thank you," he whispers and looks down.

" Any time," Bokuto says. Akaashi eats a wedge of the mandarin, the sweetness bursting in his mouth. And he feels the strangest urge to cry. He can't stop thinking of something he read. About peeling a mandarin meaning "I love you." And even though he's known this. Even though they've said it to each other before. The simple, gentle, act of Bokuto doing this somehow makes it feel like the most real truth on earth.

They eat quietly for sometime, until Akaashi finishes his meal. Bokuto finishes first, and when he does he starts digging around in his bag. He pulls out a blanket that's been shoved and crumpled around his books. And Akaashi watches in silence as he pulls it over them. He holds up his food and lets Bokuto place it over his lap and wonders what's the point. Bokuto is doing something and Akaashi isn't sure what or why. But he watches, trusting the process and waiting for this obvious surprise. But eventually it becomes overwhelming when Bokuto just stares at him and waits.

"Bokuto-san, what are you doing with all this?" Akaashi places the top on his lunch box and sets it down next to him, adjusting the blanket on his lap. It's warm and very soft. And he recognizes it as one that sits on the top of Bokuto's bed.

"Are you finished eating?" Bokuto asks.

"Yes, but I want to know what's happening." Bokuto smiles and turns his entire body towards Akaashi. He sits cross legged, and pulls his bag into his lap. "Bokuto-san..."

"Shh, you'll understand in a moment Keiji." Akaashi's heart flips at the way he says this, at the use of his given name. They don't use their names very freely yet. They use them in only very intimate spaces, when there's no chance for anyone else to hear. They say them like they're secrets only they know of each other.

So Akaashi waits, because now he knows that whatever this is, Bokuto's trying to be loving. Akaashi turns his body to face Bokuto's as well. Slowly Bokuto pulls out a paper container with a small ribbon wrapped around it. Bokuto pushes his bag out of his lap, and positions the box so that when opened the top flips to the side. 

"It's technically a gift, so you should pull the ribbon, but I'm going to light the candle so I'll hold it," Bokuto says.

Akaashi's heart is racing now. They lean into each other, and Akaashi feels their knees start to touch. He reaches and pulls on the red ribbon, pulling it loose until it falls away. Bokuto opens the white box and reveals a bright red red velvet cupcake. It's got white frosting and bits of yellow sprinkles on top.

"Okay," Bokuto whispers. He reaches to his side and pulls out a small birthday candle and places it in the center of the pastry. Then he reaches again and pulls out a lighter, something he very much shouldn't have at school. Akaashi's eyes widen a little. "Don't tell," Bokuto whispers, "I stole it from my kitchen this morning."

A cloud covers the sun overhead. Bokuto with one hand holding the box of the cupcake, lights the candle with the other. And between them it glows over their faces.

"Make a wish, Keiji," Bokuto says and stares over the cupcake, watching him with golden glowing eyes. Bokuto tosses the lighter in his lap, and cups one hand to the side of the flame to keep the wind from blowing it out. He holds it up closer to Akaashi's lips. "Blow it out." Akaashi looks from the cupcake to him and swallows. He closes his eyes and places a hand on Bokuto's knee, leaning forward and blows out the candle.

It's so silent that his breath sounds like a whisper in their ears and when the candle goes out the sun returns. Akaashi opens his eyes. He leans away and Bokuto lowers the cupcake.

"Did you make a good wish?" He asks. It makes Akaashi's heart clench in his chest. He nods.

"Yeah I think I made a good wish." Akaashi can't resist his impulsive decision, and he isn't sure he tries very hard to. He can't stop smiling, and there are bouts of giggles trapped in his chest. He never feels like this at school, he never feels like this in the open, this giddy and overwhelmed. These aren't public emotions. These are emotions he only feels with Bokuto, feelings he only feels when they're alone and believing in forever.

He picks up the cupcake from between them and sets it to the side on the ground. Bokuto watches him with a smile and then his eyes grow wide as Akaashi gets to his knees. The blanket falls from his lap and he feels his legs get colder, but it doesn't faze him. He shuffles closer and Bokuto's hands come up instinctively to hold his hips. Akaashi settles in Bokuto's lap and doesn't wait to pull him into a kiss and let himself be held. He lets go of any fear of being caught and embraces the warmth of Bokuto's body against his own. He just wants Bokuto, kissing him till death.

Bokuto sighs when their lips meet and he kisses Akaashi back easily. His hands tighten slightly as they slide onto Akaashi's waist, and Akaashi can feel Bokuto pulling on his shirt, probably wishing it weren't there. Bokuto's heart is racing under Akaashi's palms at his pulse, holding him as their lips move. There's a cloud that escapes from between them as they both sigh out hot breaths between a kiss, where their warmth meet the cold of winter.

But eventually their smiles get in the way.

"Happy birthday, Keiji," Bokuto whispers when Akaashi pulls away, finally saying what Akaashi was waiting for, what he was silently and patiently wishing to hear.

Bokuto doesn't ask what Akaashi's wish was but Akaashi says it anyway.

"You," Akaashi whispers. And Bokuto's brows turn up a little.

"What?"

"You," Akaashi says, "that's what I wished for, I wished for you."

He swears he sees Bokuto's cheeks get pinker, and he feels the back of his neck get warmer under Akaashi's palm. It makes him smile and he leans in again to place a soft kiss on his lips again, just a peck before pulling away.

"Keiji you cant tell me though, or else it wont come true." Bokuto seems concerned all of a sudden but Akaashi looks at him with a smile and holds him tighter. He shakes his head.

"I don't believe that. Why would keeping something from someone I love make it any stronger?" Bokuto blinks a few times.

"Well cause, cause it's supposed to be between you and the universe."

Akaashi nods at this.

"You are my universe Kou," he whispers, and smiles in a way that almost hurts. "You'll keep my wishes safe, I know you will." He leans forward again, and Bokuto lets him take as he pleases, saying what he wishes and accepting all of Akaashi's truths. He lets his complains dissolve into their kiss, and Akaashi fully indulge in what he's always craving. "Thank you, Koutarou," Akaashi whispers, quietly and hopelessly, wishing on Bokuto's name, knowing in all the world it is the best place to put them.

//END

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[yanderecrazysie]

this request might be a little weird but yandere!bokuto x quiet!reader x yandere!akaashi where reader like to listen to music, coffee shops (yet proceeds to get tea or hot chocolate there), mangas, and dresses. could there be some fear in this too like the fear of the ocean and easily gets homesick.

also i love your writing its amazing and take as much time w this as you need🤍

- anon🥂💍

This sounds awesome- not weird at all! And thank you so much, you’re so kind to me! >3<

Title: Routine

Pairings: Akaashi Keiji x Reader; Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, reader has thalassophobia 

Summary: Akaashi and Bokuto have picked out the perfect place for you to live. Too bad you don’t agree…

routine

/noun/

a sequence of actions regularly followed.

You were a creature of habit.

You went to work and left when your shift was over. You visited a coffee place before and after work, but you never got coffee there. On Saturdays and Sundays, you spent a good chunk of your time there too, sipping away at a hot chocolate while music blared through your earbuds and you settled into your latest manga.

You also spent a lot of time at home, often doing the same things as you did at the coffee shop. Playing music while you cleaned and cooked, and curling up on the couch to read your manga. You were a homebody, but you enjoyed your time outside too.

You went shopping on Sundays and ate out on Saturdays. A little treat for how hard you worked during the week, no doubt. You got gas the moment your car started getting low and you cleaned frequently.

You liked to wear dresses and makeup, but not too much. Your dresses were nothing too fancy, almost casual and your makeup was light and natural.

You were fond of routines and anyone who knew yours could find you easily.

Stalk you easily.

Seriously, you made it way too easy for two people in particular to follow you around and watch you. Learn all the things that made you you. They knew everything mentioned and more.

Akaashi and Bokuto were best friends and shared many of the same interests- the most intense of which included you. They loved you deeply, but they didn’t know how to approach you with an offer like “date both of us, please”. It just wouldn’t work out.

Bokuto would overwhelm you, Akaashi was sure of that. And Akaashi would underwhelm you, as Bokuto liked to say. They were the unlikeliest of friends and even more so, potential romantic partners. There was no way you’d fall for either of them, much less both.

So they followed you. 

At first, they had convinced themselves that, if they just got to know you, they could woo you easily. Pretend to have all the same interests and bam! You’d be one happy throuple. 

They could claim to like all the mangas they’d seen you read. Claim to love that cozy little coffee shop where they, too, get hot chocolate. Claim to have the same taste in music.

But wouldn’t that be creepy? They realized that too. Akaashi could be subtle, sure, but Bokuto was not a good actor by any means. Too eager to please, they both knew too well.

Their minds turned to kidnapping a little too quickly. But, after all, they were stalking you. It was the logical next step for them both.

It’d be easy to sweep you away, considering how strictly you followed your routine and the fact that you lived alone. But there was the worry that they would have to keep you locked up, constantly worrying about being put behind bars and keeping you from becoming depressed.

They had an idea or, rather, Akaashi had an idea and Bokuto agreed. It was an awful, cruel idea.

But to them, it was a necessary one.

When you next woke up, you’d be in an unfamiliar bedroom in an equally strange house with even stranger men. You’d be frightened, sure, but you’d soon find it was easy to escape. They wouldn’t stand for keeping you locked or chained up, after all. 

While escaping their house was easy, escaping their small private island was not.

When you stared at the vast ocean, face drained of all blood, and swaying unsteadily, you end up looking back at the two men who casually followed you outside, wondering if they knew that you were deathly afraid of the ocean. That you’d never dare try to cross it or so much as wade your toes in it.

Only to be met with smug, knowing grins.

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[kodaiki]

mistletoe mayhem.

summary: christmas traditions are always a joy to celebrate. you genuinely love making the gingerbread houses, seeing the christmas lights, and putting up all the holiday decorations. but why the hell are there so many mistletoe hanging from your friends' apartment?

pairing: fem!reader x bokuto kotaro

genre: friends (idiots) to lovers, christmas!theme, mutual pining, fluff

wc: 3k

a/n: totally forgot to repost this closer to the holidays but here you go!! hasn't been edited since 2020 so beware <333

“thanks for helping out,” hinata grins when he opens the front door of his apartment. his smile says, ‘welcome! come on in!’ but his eyes, wide and...is that fatigue? say ‘PLEASE, heLP.’

“please, even with four of you living here, I knew you’d need extra help,” you chuckle, stepping inside and slipping off your shoes. you shiver slightly as hinata closes the door behind you, allowing a gust of wind finds its way back to your already cold cheeks. you loved seeing snow on the ground around the holidays, but it’s moments when you have to travel in it that you lightly regret the wish for it.

amongst your friends, an annual holiday party always occurred as a big get-together to catch up with one another. this year it just so happens to be at four of your friends’ shared place. the msby resident dummies + sakusa’s place, as others liked to call it. you’d frown upon it but the fact that the three designated dummies announce themselves as that let you know that they’re not hurt by it. (sakusa’s quite pleased that whoever came up with the nickname made a point to exclude him from the trio.)

sheepishly smiling, hinata nods in agreement. “you’re probably right.”

“where’s everyone?” you ask over your shoulder while hanging your coat in the closet. 

you’re so used to the other boys acting like dogs at the sound of the front door opening, running at you in anticipation. now that you think about it, bokuto did tackle you to the ground (accidentally) at one point. right now, a rough hour before the party of the year, everyone seemed to be focused on getting all the preparations ready.

“atsumu’s on a call with osamu about food, sakusa is cleaning the bathroom...again, and bokuto should be -”

“y/n! y-you’re here already!” he’s tripping over himself as he runs out from a room, tugging a shirt over his head to look the least bit presentable.

you turn around at the voice, a smile already making its way on your face. “’course I am!” he meets you halfway in a bone-crushing hug.

“i missed ya,” bokuto murmurs into the crook of your neck, shutting his eyes.

“it’s only been a few weeks,” you laugh, lightly rubbing his back comfortingly.

“two weeks is a long time.”

“well,” you muse, lifting your hand to pinch his cheek lovingly, “i’m here now.”

he visibly relaxes and slightly leans into your touch before abruptly stiffening. you don’t notice that his eyes are trained on hinata’s who’s looking at him, making kissy faces. he quickly reaches for your shoulders to pull himself back and hold you at arms length, sheepishly smiling at your look of concern. “u-uhm, i should go! ... y’know, get back to hanging the banners...” 

before you could ask if any aid from you was needed, he’s already walking away from you backwards, jabbing his thumb in a direction behind him. you simply nod blankly, suppressing the slight frown that’s itching to spread on your face from how quickly he pushed himself off of you.

“so,” you turn back to hinata who’s smiling knowingly for a reason you don’t quite know. “where do i start?”

“you can come with me to help ‘tsumu in the kitchen! unless you wanna help bokuto-”

“all good here!” bokuto’s voice is an echo from an unknown part of the house and you feel your heart sink slightly. okay then.

shaking your head, brushing off the feeling, you face hinata. “wait, did you say atsumu?” you deadpan, “in the kitchen?”

“dont worry~” hinata smiles lazily, waving his hand, “osamu is telling him what to do.”

you nod and follow behind him, occasionally snickering at some of the photos hung on the walls. they weren’t the traditional photos where the boys would pose nicely beside one another. no, they were mostly from different angles, embarrassing poses and the frames had been vandalized decorated with different colored sharpies.

as you approach the kitchen, a familiar green plant hanging from the arched doorway makes your steps slow and you take a moment to ponder it.

“huh,” you look up in wonder, “i thought it was a tradition to have one mistletoe?” your eyebrows slightly furrow and you instinctively turn your head back to where the front door was. a sparkling mistletoe hung just above the space where shoes go, directly beside where the coat rack stood.

hinata hums in agreement. “yeah, it is.”

“then why have i seen two so far?”

“wh-what?”

“there’s one by the front door and now here.”

lifting a curious brow, he follows the direction you’re pointing in to take a look for himself. “i’m pretty sure we bought only one...” hinata trails off, scratching his temple in thought. he shrugs after a few seconds and carries on walking to the kitchen, ready to greet atsumu with a grin. he’s standing in front of the stove with a phone tucked in the space between his ear and right shoulder.

“look who’s here!” hinata shakes you by the shoulders in glee.

atsumu turns around and you notice his furrowed brows soften as a smile stretches across his face. “’samu, give me a sec,” he speaks into his phone before straightening his neck. “y/n!�� 

you smile back, returning the hug the bigger man engulfed you in. following your greetings and a brief casual conversation, you can hear osamu grow impatient over the phone. he’d been on his break at his onigiri shop and his twin stalling his free time was not the way he wanted to spend his time. only did his tone lighten when you greeted him through the receiver.

“right,” atsumu snaps his fingers as if just remembering he’d been on the phone with his brother, “ok, ‘samu go on.”

the three of you continue working in the kitchen, where atsumu attempts to make the main course while you and hinata arrange several appetizer plates.

“you know bo is going to finish these before anyone shows up, right?” you raise a knowing brow, lifting a toothpick with some cheese stuck on the end of it.

“yeah,” hinata admits, “that’s why we’re making double the amount. we’re hiding the other plates in the fridge,”

“ah,” you nod. “good thinking.”

“i heard my name!” 

bokuto’s head pops out from behind the doorway leading to the kitchen, looking between the three of you owlishly. he’s about to ask what exactly you’re talking about when his eyes fall on the plate in front of you. “ooh, cheese!” he shuffles over and grabs three toothpicks and shoves the cheese in his mouth with a satisfied smile.

you and hinata share a pointed look.

“are the banners ready?” hinata asks after watching bokuto eat four more cheese-sticks.

“mhm,” he hums with a proud, toothless smile. “all done.”

“great, well, we’re just waiting on ‘tsumu and then that’s it,” hinata smiles in relief. the party was to start in a half hour or so, so to be on time with setting up was considered an achievement for the orange haired boy.

-

two hours later, you’re caught between conversations with different people, some you’ve met before and some new faces you’ve only heard the name of in a conversation. (you finally met the famous kageyama and plan to matchmake him and hinata by the end of the night ;D)

on your way to refill your glass, a familiar mop of disarray hair peaks your attention.

“kuroo, hey!”

“y/n~” kuroo greets with a lazy smile, lightly patting your head. “how’ve you been?”

“eh, you know how it is. good days and bad days,” you shrug with a dismissive smile. 

“definitely know what you’re saying,” he huffs with a nod.

“how’s the office?”

you met kuroo at the holiday party a year ago through bokuto. you remember how excited he was, putting kuroo in a near choke-hold just so you could meet one of his very best friends. (you glance over at akaashi when he says this and he simply nods giving you a clear look saying, ‘i’m the other best friend.’) 

“doing well, lots of paperwork though,” he says before catching sight of something behind you. before you can take a look for yourself, he asks, “hey, you’re over at the boys’ place often, right?”

quirking an eyebrow at his inquiry, you nod unsurely, “i guess? bo invites me to movies night pretty often so i tend to visit a lot.”

“he does, does he? now, may i ask, do you know that-”

“y/n!” bokuto appears beside you, lightly grasping your elbow, bringing you out of your conversation with kuroo.

kuroo smiles wickedly at bokuto whose cheeks are flushed from embarrassment, already knowing where kuroo was going with his question. fortunate for him, you just think it’s from the alcohol.

“hey bokuto.”

“kuroo,” bokuto’s head quickly whips toward the tall man in front of you, “i think kenma’s calling for you.”

raising his hands in surrender, kuroo sighs, “ok, ok. i guess i’ll just go...and find kenma.”

“mhm, yes you should,” bokuto nods vigorously. kuroo gives him a final look and you’re sure they’re having some sort of mental conversation because neither of them look away until kuroo smiles and turns away.

“are you guys okay?” you ask when kuroo leaves. “that was kinda weird.”

“we’re fine!” bokuto grins, gently guiding you throughout the house. “so tell me, updates?”

“updates?” you repeat, knitting your brows together.

“since i last saw you! work, home, i don’t know.” he’s rubbing the back of his neck by the end of his statement. cogs start turning in your head but you’re still unable to put your finger on why everything seems so suspicious lately; hinata’s knowing smiles, bokuto’s obvious nervousness (?), kuroo’s smirk which is more mischievous than usual, what could it all mean?

“oh, well ah, not much? i caught up on that show i was telling you about,” you shrug, “besides that, life’s been pretty boring.”

as you speak, he’s still walking with you, occasionally stopping to look around nonchalantly.

yeah, you’re definitely missing something.

“hm” he hums in acknowledgement, shoving his hands into his pockets and begins lightly rocking on his heels. what’s the point in asking if you’re not even paying attention?

“bo, are you o-”

“huh, that’s funny,” bokuto cuts you off, pointing up toward the ceiling, “mistletoe.”

you freeze, eyes slowly trailing up to the ceiling where, yes, a nicely hung mistletoe was, adorned with pretty red ribbon. 

but...

you’re standing in a spot you and hinata passed earlier and where there was no mistletoe hung then.

hold on a second.

your eyes squint as you look back down at bokuto and analyze his sheepish grin and red ears. “uh-huh. strange, don’t you think?”

“strange?” his eyes grow in wonder. “why strange?”

“because i could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when i walked in...”

“hmmm, that is strange,” bokuto quickly agrees, rubbing his chin. “maybe ‘tsumu is trying to get some or somethi-”

“-alright mister, fess up. i know it’s you who’s putting up all the mistletoe,” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. 

that had to be it, right?

you recall the numerous other times bokuto stopped in the house and you can bet that if you look back, there’d be mistletoe hung somewhere around you.

“wh-what? no, it’s not!” the blush that travels from his ears to his cheeks is enough confirmation.

you cross your arms, giving a pointed expression. after a moment of the two of you staring at each other, he slouches. 

“yeah, it was me. i just...i didn’t know how to...so it’d be easier...and then..yeah.”

“you put up all that mistletoe and intended on staying with me for the entirety of the party and the eventually, inevitably, be under the mistletoe together...right?”

he pouts but nods, “...yeah.”

you’d known bokuto for almost two years now now but recently – well, the past few visits, at least – you’ve noticed something slightly off. when you sit beside him on the couch, he’s unnaturally stiff and more aware of his positions. 

whereas two months ago, this guy would be totally comfortable draping his legs over yours or laying his head in your lap innocently, now even a slight brush of limbs gets him red and apologetic so quickly.

you weren’t sure if you’d done something wrong or he was going through something but to have that level of intimacy, albeit you were just friends, just end so quickly hurt.

you contemplated the reason for frequently yet you could never come to an answer because even though alone, he was more distanced and to himself, he could also be the same bokuto you met months ago. his hugs stayed warm, his smiles stayed bright, and his words stayed true.

but watching him shuffle his feet, staring down at the floor so you could only see his red ears, it all seems to click.

there’s another beat of silence between the two of you.

“y’know, if you just wanted to kiss me, you coulda just asked,” you mumble, feeling a blush of your own paint your cheeks. 

“i wanted to be smooth.”

the utter seriousness of his voice makes you laugh and he finally looks up at you. 

“your smoothness isn’t going to change how i feel about you.”

his head bobs up to face you again. “it isn’t?”

boldly, you take a step closer to him and you voice falls to a whisper. “no.”

you hear his breath hitch in his throat and your own heart begins to race. thank goodness bokuto decided to mention the mistletoe in a spot no one was around in because if you had an audience right now, you’d simply die from the embarrassment of being teased and hollered at. 

he closes the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours for a quick peck. just as quickly as your lips meet, they pull away. bokuto’s entire face has gone red at this point and he’s staring into your eyes with a rather worried expression. 

but after seeing the small smile grow on your face and your own flushed cheeks, a large grin appears and he leans in, this time with more fervor. he holds your face with big hands, bringing you closer so you’re snug against his torso. he leans the two of you slightly forward so he’s holding you up and the only thing keeping you from falling is your firm grip on his dress shirt, which was once nicely steamed. yep, creases were definitely to be shown after this.

it’d be a lie if you said you never thought of your friend in a romantic light.

especially when he traps you in between his beefy arms in a hug. especially when he allows you to talk his ear off to your heart’s content. especially when he brings you snacks and movies during your time of the month.

hell, how could you not notice you were treating bokuto like your boyfriend already?

“okay, bo, i get it,” you giggle as he peppers kisses on every inch of your face.

“can’t. stop. need. to. make. up. for. lost. time.” he leans away at the last word, bringing you back to your feet. the blush on his face is slightly faded, his nerves obviously dissipated, but his grin remains the widest you’ve ever seen. lifting a hand, he lightly caresses your cheek.

“you don’t know how much i’ve wanted to do that,” he murmurs, blinking slowly. 

“what took you so long then?” your voice is soft as you lean your cheek further into his palm. funny that now you were the one blushing like a tomato.

“i...i didn’t want to mess up anything we had.”

you understand his reasoning. the two of you did meet through akaashi, your coworker in your workplace, and your relationship began as strictly platonic. while bokuto didn’t have time to date, you simply weren’t ready for a relationship.

the two of you grew closer soon after your meeting until you eventually became a core part of bokuto’s life. 

you don’t remember exactly when your feelings for him blossomed but you’re definitely aware of them now.

“this means you like me too, right?” he pauses and freezes in place. 

rolling your eyes, you tilt you head. “yes, dummy.”

he leans in again to peck your lips once more before you stop him.

“wait...how many mistletoe did you hang up around the house throughout the night?”

bokuto lets out a nervous chuckle, looking down. looking back up, he sheepishly smiles, “twelve?”

“twelve!?” you repeat, widening your eyes.

“kuroo said the more opportunities, the better!” he defends with a whine.

“ah, kuroo was a part of this plan?” you muse, raising an eyebrow. now the suspicious behavior between the two of them made sense.

“he gave me the idea,” he mumbles, “and he said he’d tell you if i didn’t hurry up and kiss you already...gotta thank him, though.”

“guess we do,” you smile, running your hands along his chest in attempt to flatten out wrinkle marks on his dress shirt. you sigh when it does no help.

you don’t notice the way his lips twitch up in amusement at your slight frustration. “it’s fine. it was bound get messed up at some point. whether it be a salsa stain or wrinkles.”

you laugh, looking back up at him.

“so,” he steps away from you, offering his hand for you to hold. “shall we?”

“shall we what?” you ask, cautiously taking his hand.

“make our debut as cutest couple, of course,” he grins with a wink, “oh! and to kiss you under all the other mistletoe. i didn’t spend all that money to not put it to use.”

“dork,” you mumble but allow him to guide you through the house, only this time shouting, ‘this is my girlfriend now!’ at every face he passes.

(cue you blushing at the knowing wink kuroo sends you and the thumbs up akaashi sends.)

but hey, throughout all this mistletoe madness, you snagged a boyfriend you know will shower you in all the love and affection you could ever desire.

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[mackjlee9]

Bokuto Koutaro x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Warning; reader has social anxiety, the plot of this one is based on komi-san.

Masterlist.

Haikyuu!!

Bokuto and (M/n) had known each other practically since birth. Their mothers had been best friends since childhood and the illusion of their children being friends warmed their hearts.

Since little, (M/n) has always had trouble speaking to people, seemingly coming off as rude and cold towards the girls and boys in his class, even the teachers thought the little boy had no manners. But the moment (M/n) got to be with such a happy boy as Bokuto was it was clear that (M/n) had trouble talking to others.

That never changed, it only seemed like it got worse. By the time they were in middle school, (M/n) was known as the 'Ice Prince' always silent, stoic, and seemingly voiceless. The boy never spoke, he couldn't speak, his body froze and his mind went numb every time he had to speak out loud, but with Bokuto was different, it has always been.

Bokuto never made fun of him or forced him to talk to others or make friends, he knew (M/n) wanted to but simply couldn't. It was clear when, during the last week of their last year as middle schoolers, (M/n) and Bokuto were talking like usual. Well, Bokuto was the one doing most of the talking while (M/n) listened attentively, a soft look in his eyes as he observed every move Bokuto did with his hands as he explained his story.

But after a while, Bokuto remembered a small talk he had with his classmates a few hours before, they were talking about what their dreams were, and of course, Bokuto wanted to be a professional Volleyball player and represent Japan in the Olympics. He felt curious about what (M/n)'s dream may be, so he showed a bright smile the male's way and asked.

"What's your dream, (M/n)?"

With wide open eyes, (M/n) thought for a second about what his dream actually was, and he opened his mouth to say it but couldn't, Bokuto noticed that and reached inside his bag, grabbing a notebook and a pen, handing them to the (h/c) haired, who scribbled with (messy/neat) handwriting on the blank paper. Bokuto waited patiently, at least physically, his mind was impatiently wondering what (M/n)'s dream may be and holding his breath when the pen was placed on the desk, Bokuto's yellow eyes read the written words.

'I want to have 100 friends, you're the first one, Koutaro, I just need 99 more :)'

Bokuto wasn't sure what made his heart race so fast, whether it was the cuteness of (M/n)'s dream, being referred to as his friends, or being called by his first name, he didn't know, but that day was the day where Bokuto started looking at (M/n) with different eyes, eyes that were now filled with love and adoration.

///////

Ever since then, Bokuto has realized that his heart always beat a little faster whenever he saw (M/n) or was alone with him, a blush would show on his face during the rare occasions he got to hear his voice.

Now in their third and last year at Fukudorani, most of Bokuto's time was taken by the volleyball team, spending hours every day training and practicing, which made him get easily distracted and he would usually leave something behind.

(M/n) and Bokuto were still in the same class, somehow they always were, so (M/n) was quick to notice anything the cheerful male left behind due to his rush. As he walked through the school halls on his way to the gym, people turned to look at him, the 'Ice Prince' looked as handsome as ever, making girls and boys sigh whenever he walked past them or simply glanced at them.

There wasn't much (M/n) could do about the state except ignore them and keep going his way, which is what he always did.

Usually, whenever he got to the gym, the door would be open all the way or just a little bit, the net preventing the volleyball from bouncing out, and he stood there, peeking inside with a cold glare until someone noticed him. The players that made eye contact with him would flinch, starting to feel like they were being judged by God itself, of course, Akaashi would realize the mood change and look around so he could find the cause, only to see him by the door, looking inside and straight at Bokuto.

His hair cast a shadow on his face and the sun coming in behind him made it seem even eviler, so Akaashi would call out for his senpai so he could take care of the situation.

"Bokuto-san," the male would look at him with questioning eyes, "Someone's looking for you."

And with curiosity, Bokuto would look at the door where Akaashi glanced at, only to start running at the male standing outside, jumping to hug him.

"(M/n)! What are you doing here?" Getting off from him, Bokuto waited patiently, it surprised his teammates how calm he could become with (M/n) around.

The (h/c) haired male lifted his arm, showing what he was holding out of sight. Bokuto's jacket.

This kept happening pretty much every day the volleyball team had practice, it could be Bokuto's backpack, bento, his sports bag, or anything he left behind in the classroom. And some players began looking at them suspiciously, observing how they interacted.

But there was one time when (M/n) came to the gym with Bokuto, well, (M/n) didn't come by his will, Bokuto was dragging him with him, his loud, vociferous voice audible from outside, and as they walked in, the rest of the team stopped what they were doing to stare at them.

Already there, every single pair of eyes was placed on them, especially (M/n) who was shaking due to the attention, his mouth open to say something, but he was stuttering to a point where Bokuto decided to talk instead.

He held (M/n)'s hand and everyone saw how he visibly calmed down, but he was now slightly hiding behind their captain.

"Guys, this is (L/n) (M/n), my best friend!" He said proudly, everyone observed how said male bowed as a greeting before being dragged by Bokuto further into the gym.

Glances were sent in their captain's direction, watching them talk, but soon their coach called to start practice, and (M/n) was left by himself in a corner.

This kept happening, and eventually, some players approached (M/n), who struggled to talk back to them, but instead, he wrote down what he wanted to say. With that, they understood that (M/n) wasn't cold or stoic by choice, he was just bad at talking to people, and when they understood his circumstances, he was soon surrounded by people that saw him like a friend.

Watching (M/n) interact with people he was close to made Bokuto's heart beat faster, seeing him finally get comfortable around people he didn't know. A smile grew on his face, a look of love and adoration in his eyes, the same look he had the first time he saw (M/n) with other eyes.

"They may not be 99 but... we're getting close," he mumbled to himself, unable to tear his eyes away from (M/n)'s smile.

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