#daichi textbook

[mellowmin]

Walk him like a dog sis

Disclaimer: this is only MY PERSONAL OPINION and my own takes on these characters, please do not interact if you don't like or agree with this 💜

Inspired by the tiktok sound and some of the videos I saw on there 🤭

Content warnings: toxic relationship dynamics on some of these, very girlboss-ish hc's, ooc in the last one (just a what if scenario), mentions of mommy kink, masochistic traits & praise kink. Also last group has a very prominent "men are disposable" mindset/subtext, not to be taken literally or seriously at all.

Fem reader implied all throughout.

MDNI

𑁍 Trained puppies:

Will happily follow you around, grabbing onto you by your sleeve, the back of your shirt or your belt loop.

Wide eyes look at you like you hung the moon and the stars, will not hesitate to jump from their seat to get you anything you need, though they will at times use the puppy eyes to their advantage and it's very hard to say no to them.

Mommy issues? Maybe? Mommy kink at the very least lol, also praise kink. Baby them!! They love that shit and will eat up any attention from you.

When you're at a party, you'll pull them to you by their tie and they'll absolutely melt while letting you guide them to the dance floor like you have them on a leash.

The type to send you pictures of any cute or pretty thing they find because any sort of beauty makes them think of you.

Super needy, they'll wait in bed fighting off the sleep until you finish your skincare routine because they can't sleep well without you :(. Textbook definition of puppy love, they have eyes only for you and will hate to be separated from you for ANY amount of time. - Hinata Shoyo, Goshiki Tsutomu, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Azumane Asahi, Bokuto Kotarou, Nishinoya Yuu, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Togata Mirio.

𑁍 Guard dogs:

They spoil you like crazy, princess treatment is real when you're with them.

The type to kneel in front of you and untie your shoes while looking up at you like you're doing them a favor for letting them. When I say these men WORSHIP YOU I mean it.

Super protective, they know and live by the sidewalk rule; and lord have mercy on the poor soul if they think someone is bothering you. WILL NOT TOLERATE anyone talking shit about you in any way. Also "dress however you want, I can fight".

As soon as they get the slightest suspicion that your feet hurt you are up on their arms. Don't even think about carrying anything heavier than your phone. Consider them your personal handbag. Will spoon feed you if you allow them too, gently dabbing your face with a napkin after every other bite.

They refuse to let you pay for anything, as soon as the cashier asks 'cash or credit?' They're rushing to get their wallet out. They sometimes will give you their credit card and ORDER you to buy anything you want.

WOULD absolutely carry you on their shoulders the whole day if they could, but they need to work to earn the money to keep giving you the life you deserve :')

You know those kinda cringe videos that go "my hands look like this so that hers can look like this"?? Yeah that's them lol - Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sawamura Daichi, Ukai Keishin, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, also Kirishima lol.

𑁍 Bratty Lap dogs:

Stink eyes to anyone that tries to approach either of you. They're not interested in anyone else and they'd rather die than stand by and let someone steal your attention from them.

Their favorite activity is to cuddle you and snack and they WILL voice their displeasure if your little sessions are interrupted. Will stay hours with their head buried in your neck if you let them. Will leave hickeys on you if you're not careful enough!! They'll do it in places that you won't easily see but others will see clearly too.

They're super needy and sometimes have a hard time understanding your need for personal space like wym we can't go to the bathroom together 🤨. On that note, you never have to ask them to come with you anywhere, as soon as you grab your keys they're putting their shoes on. They never give you that "u can come if u want" bullshit, they let you know that if you're not going, they aren't going.

Talk shit about anyone that you don't like to them, they act like they don't care but they love the gossip and will say things to keep you talking. They trust your gut and your criteria for liking or not liking people; if you tell them you don't like someone you don't even have to give them a reason, they'll drop that person in a second.

They will tease you and clown you anytime they have the chance, but it's like they forget they're the biggest simp ever lol. Try to give them the silent treatment, they won't last longer than 6 hours.

Will check your friends if they seem disloyal. As soon as they get sent a 'hiiii :)" from one of your friends, they're warning you about them. They will encourage you to cut off toxic people from your life, whether it's friends or family but they'll never force you to stop talking to someone on their account.

They will support you in ANYTHING, they're your ride or die and they will defend you until they die no matter what you do. "Oh, (y/n) killed someone? Well I'm sure that person did something to deserve it." They will make a fool of themselves to protect your honor lol.

- Sakusa Kiyoomi, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Tendou Satori, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma, Kageyama Tobio, Shinsou Hitoshi, Monona Neito, Sero Hanta, Aizawa Shouta, Takami Keigo.

BONUS:

𑁍 Domesticated Hound dogs:

Heavily toxic relationship dynamics, unrealistic representation of a fuckboy, kinda mean reader.

Former fuckboy turned into a begging mess by the bad bitch he shouldn't have messed with.

He tried to play it cocky from the start and play you like all the girls before you, but you knew his game and played him like a fiddle.

When several girls messaged you to warn you about your new boytoy -the man paying for your groceries every week in hopes that you'll give him two hours of your weekend- you knew that you were given a chance by the heavens to do some good karmic work, for every girl whose heart he played with, you'll make him your bitch. Every time you leave him on read is a win for the girls.

At first, he thought you were just playing hard to get and considered you a 'fun challenge' but soon enough he's only answering your texts, all other girl's numbers are forgotten and he finds that hooking up with random girls only makes him think about you more. He found himself becoming more vulnerable when talking to you, actually sharing parts of him in an honest way instead of doing it in order to get sympathy points from you.

This man used to be a professional at ghosting and you got him answering your texts in 0.5 SECONDS. In the beginning he was all like "im not looking for anything serious tho lol" and you were like "yeah I could tell, not like you'd be good for anything serious lol" LMAO HES LEFT STARING AT HIS PHONE FOR 7 MINUTES STRAIGHT AFTER THAT.

Like YES BE MEAN TO HIM. He's gotta be a masochist; every time he gets a mean response (or no response at all) he becomes more desperate for having you praise him and coddle him like all the other girls used to do in order to keep him to themselves.

Lmfao meeting you was a humbling experience, you got him getting into his car at 2 am to see you for 15 minutes as long as he pays for your next nail appointment. You are true poetic justice coming into his life to ruin his bad boy persona.

At some point he tries to get cocky again and acts like he's back to his old ways, but you drop him so fast and so coldly that he gets whiplash. You show this man that you won't hesitate to dump the trash if he doesn't make something good of himself. You teach him really fast that you won't deal with his nonsense, and you WILL find him a replacement if he displeases you. The withdrawal he gets from you giving him radio silence is insane.

In the end though, you end up whipping him into a decent man and dare I say a good boyfriend who by this point is absolutely addicted to you. - Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu, Togata Mirio, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta, Takami Keigo.

Comment or add in tags if you want me to add any characters! I probably missed a lot lol.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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[cupidlovemail]

( haikyuu ) tsukishima x reader

reader :: gender-neutral, not japanese, has an unspecified native language, newest manager of the karasuno volleyball club

genre :: fluff

word count :: 1.7k

warnings :: none!

characters :: tsukishima kei, kiyoko shimizu, daichi sawamura

details :: tsukishimas love language is NOT words of affirmation, obviously, so he needs to find a different way to get his feelings across to the person he likes

Thump.

Another crumpled ball of paper hit the edge of the garbage can, tumbling out and landing on the floor. The bin had started overflowing nearly half an hour prior and now a small mountain of paper was building up around it. Some were full of writing, some had creases at the edges, and some barely had simple, but imperfect, words at the top. All had been discarded by the man at the desk, his chin resting on his palm and a frown on his face.

Tsukishima's knee bounced anxiously as he tapped his pen against the notepad before him. The clock read 10:48 p.m. and he knew he had things to be doing, most importantly studying for a test he had to write tomorrow. No matter how hard he tried, however, he couldn’t force his mind to focus on the material. The textbooks and lecture notes had been pushed aside in favour of something much more frivolous: trying to draft the perfect note to the newest manager of the Karasuno Volleyball Club.

A foreign exchange student from overseas, they had joined Tsukishima’s class at the beginning of the year. He had originally paid them no mind, they simply sat across the room from him and behaved as any student would. He had no reason to dislike them, they simply existed like most people in his class. They appeared one day at the volleyball club soon after, excitedly following Kiyoko into the gym and interrupting practice. The way they shook hands with Daichi and greeted everyone else with a bright smile on their face caused Tsukishima to roll his eyes, hoping they wouldn’t be another loud addition to the club.

The more they frequented the gym, however, the more Tsukishima felt himself clicking with them. Despite being fluent in Japanese they had a tendency to use words from their native language, teaching him a variety of words in the process. Mostly swear words, especially useful when he wanted to be snarky and a show-off. Before he knew it he had begun keeping a list of words they frequently used so he would always understand them, even when others didn’t. In his time off he would search up new terms to try and catch them off guard with his knowledge, secretly enjoying how their eyes would sparkle when he used a foreign phrase correctly. Even if he got the pronunciation wrong, hearing them correct him and teach him properly was more than enough.

As a way to foster his learning, they insisted, the two had begun sharing music in their respective languages. The first day the new manager had been in charge of the music during warmup they had chosen a piece by a local producer from their hometown. Despite not understanding the words at the time, Tsukishima did enjoy the rhythm and later asked them for the name so he could add it to his own playlist. The short interaction had sparked a back-and-forth of sending each other increasingly obscure music they enjoyed. Little by little his playlist began to fill up with more of their music taste than his own, something he tried his best to ignore. When he thought too long about how much he enjoyed their conversations or focused too hard on how excited they looked when he successfully blocked a spike his ears would grow hot and his head would get foggy.

Tsukishima’s phone screen lit up beside him, shaking him out of his thoughts. It was only a brief moment of calm, however, as the new notification had your name attached.

“Tsuki, check this out!” The text read, a link to a YouTube video attached.

He tried to repress the jolt he felt in his chest as he clicked on the link and turned the volume up for his headphones. Tsukishima reclined in his chair and shut his eyes, trying to fully immerse himself in the song (totally not for your sake, he thought). Although he didn’t understand most of the words it was enjoyable overall and he could confidently say he liked it.

“That’s a good one,” Tsukishima answered as soon as the music faded out. He clicked loop on the video and turned down the volume before searching up the lyrics, scanning over the words to see if he could pick any out. As it played in the background he continued to add to his ever-growing list of words to try and impress you with.

“You say that about all of them!” Was the response from you, a joking vibe to your text. It made him pause, thinking back over every song you had sent him recently. He had liked all of them even if they weren’t what he typically chose to listen to. Was he really just enjoying them because you were the one sending them?

“That’s because they’re all good.” He settled with, trying to chase the thoughts out of his mind.

After some more chatting back and forth, you both said your goodnights and Tsukishima’s phone fell silent once more. The lyrics still pulled up on his computer screen gave him the courage to continue working on the note before him, feeling more confident in expressing what he wanted to say. His spoken words consistently failed him, always coming out bitter despite the intention being pure. Well, mostly pure. He didn't think he would ever be able to totally discard his sarcastic persona, but he also knew you would never want him to do that anyway. Hoping that he would at least appear more genuine in writing, Tsukishima finally signed his name at the bottom of a perfectly constructed piece of paper.

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The sound of volleyballs hitting the floor filled your ears as you sat on a gym bench and yawned. Waking up early to study, attending class all day, and then being the newest manager of a volleyball club was more tiring than you initially expected. You weren’t even the one playing and you felt like you were being stretched thin, you couldn’t imagine actually being on the team. Kiyoko sat next to you, scribbling notes on a clipboard and occasionally adjusting her glasses. She had turned down your help earlier in the evening, insisting that whatever job she was working on was simple enough to perform on her own. As comfortable energy settled between the two of you, now was a perfect time for your eyes to trail over to your favourite member of the Karasuno Volleyball Club. You were unbiased, of course, but everyone has a favourite, right? He was leaning against a wall in the far corner talking to Yamaguchi and attempting to look busy. What you didn't notice was the way he would glance in your direction each time you looked away, not wanting to miss you leaving the gym. It had been a long day, everyone on the team looked exhausted and you could tell that no meaningful progress was being made.

Daichi suddenly clapped his hands together and dismissed everyone, almost as if you had voiced your thoughts out loud. You sprung up from the bench and stretched your arms up over your head, preparing to gather your things and begin heading home. Bidding farewell to Kiyoko and exiting the gym, you stopped at the fountain to fill your water bottle. It wasn’t long until footsteps approached you from behind.

“Hey, Tsuki.” You say, looking at him over your shoulder. “Great practice today. What’s up?”

“Thanks. I have something for you.”

He sounded more blunt than usual. You turned off the fountain and moved to face him, giving him your undivided attention. He averted his gaze, rustling the pages of the notebook he was holding and taking out a piece of neatly folded paper. Unbeknownst to you, he had kept the letter he worked on flat between the pages to make sure it got to you in perfect condition. Although you likely wouldn't notice even if it did have creases or smudges, Tsukishima felt like it would be embarrassing to give you something imperfect. He didn't care though, really. You take it, meeting his eyes with a skeptical look.

“What was so important that you had to write it down? I already have your phone number.” You joke, and he still doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Just open it.”

You gently open the paper, folded once in a perfectly straight line. It was a list of song names, all written in perfectly neat Japanese, numbered one through ten. Each one had a small note beside it talking about the song. I think you’ll like this singer and 1:29 is my favourite and the ending is really good were concise but charming, your smile growing larger and larger as you went down the list. When you got to the end, a message written in your native language was (somewhat sloppily) scrawled at the bottom.

“I really like you, we should hang out more.”

You look up at Tsukishima, joy painted across your face. Your smile was so wide it almost began to hurt. For the first time that night he looked you in the eyes, nearly trembling out of fear that you would think the note was too cheesy. It took all of his energy to appear calm on the outside, trying to relax his posture and maintain a neutral look on his face. You looked at him, then back to the note, then back to him, struggling to find the right words to say.

He cleared his throat, obviously impatient. “So…”

“I’d love to!” You exclaimed, cutting him off and grabbing his right hand with your own two. You shake it up and down, the smile never leaving your face and your eyes scrunched with happiness. “I would love to, Tsuki!"

Your joy was infectious, as soon as you grabbed his hand he felt his mind cloud over and he couldn’t do anything but smile along. The ringing in his ears was louder than ever before and he could feel his face heat up despite trying desperately to maintain his composure. Since the rest of the club already went home, however, he allowed himself to get swept away in your enthusiasm and charm. Only somewhat, of course. Tsukishima was thankful at this moment that he always made it clear he was not a fan of people being in his personal space. Not because he didn’t enjoy your company, but if you came any closer he was worried you would hear how fast his heart was beating.

Thump, thump, thump.

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[let-me-simp-in-peace]

Random Haikyuu Dating Headcanons In No Particular Order:

Featuring: Akaashi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Daichi, Tsukishima

Dating Akaashi means practically adopting Bokuto because they’re best friends, and Bo will always be a part of Akaashi’s life.

The same goes for Kuroo and Kenma.

Kageyama will call you after a particularly bad fight with Hinata because the poor boy is absolutely horrible at apologizing.

If you date either of the Miya Twins, congratulations, you’re now a referee for their fights.

If you date Suna, be prepared for a constant stream of his blackmail pictures and videos. He sends them to you to make you laugh.

Oikawa will keep you up to date on all the gossip he knows. Even if you say you aren’t interested, he still goes on tangents talking about it.

Hinata will sometimes jump on top of things you’re standing near just to kiss you.

Bokuto loves to carry you. If you look tired, he’ll let you climb on his back. He loves listening to your sleepy chatter as you try to stay awake.

Daichi is responsible and protective. He loves you and will do whatever he can to make you feel safe and loved.

Tsukishima is a textbook tsundere. This bitch loves making fun of people. He’ll pick on you in public and act disinterested, but once you’re alone, he turns into the softest marshmallow of a man as he pulls you into a hug and reminds you that he loves you.

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[kingyo-konbini]

hello hello, this is my first time requesting on your blog so i’m sorry if i make any mistakes with my request !! but can i please have a drabble of any of these men: shinsou hitoshi, daichi sawamura, koushi sugawara or yu nishinoya comforting a pretty stressed out female s/o? she’s been working and studying that she doesn’t have much time for herself, thank you so much!

TAKE CARE [SUGAWARA KOUSHI X READER]

[SUMMARY] sugawara helps you destress [PRONOUNS] she/her [GENRE] fluff [POV] second person [WORD COUNT] 964 [CONTENT] sugawara being the best bf [A/N] THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST you have no idea how much it means to me (*´ω｀*) AND I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ;-; I hope you enjoy!!

“I think I’m dying.”

“I also think you’re dying.”

You tossed an unimpressed look his way, pouting at the teasing grin on his lips.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to say.”

Sugawara chuckled and closed the textbook in front of him, shuffling a bit so he was facing you instead of the table. “It’s true. Listen, I’m all for studying, but you’ve been working yourself too hard.”

“Have not.” You huffed, turning away from him to focus on the textbook before you. “Exams are coming up and I need to do well on them.”

“And you will.” Sugawara’s voice was certain, as were his movements as he placed a hand over the page you were reading before gently tugging it away from your grasp. “You’ve been spending all your time either studying or working. When was the last time you had a proper meal?” 

You let out a heavy and reluctant sigh, watching as your boyfriend slipped a spare sheet of paper into the textbook to mark your place before closing it.

“When was the last time we went out to eat?”

This time it was his turn to sigh, and his teasing smile turned sympathetic as he gazed at you. “[Name], listen to me. You need to take care of yourself.”

“I’m fine, I need to study-”

“If you don’t ace these exams, then no one will. You’ve been going nonstop for weeks.”

You avoided his eyes. “I’m fine, I promise!”

Sugawara let out another sigh and from the corner of your eye you watched him shake his head. “Well, if you won’t take care of yourself, then I guess I will.”

“Huh?”

Before you had time to question his statement further, Sugawara had gotten to his feet and was tugging you up to do the same, quickly placing his hands on your shoulders and spinning you away from the table you’d been sitting at for hours. “You are incredibly stubborn, you know that?”

“Am not.”

Sugawara laughed at that and grinned before shoving you out of the kitchen and towards the couch. “You may act like and say that you’re fine, but I can feel the tension in your shoulders. You need to de-stress.”

“Do not.”

“And luckily for you, I know the perfect way to do that!”

You yelped as he shoved you (rather unceremoniously) onto the couch. He grinned proudly from his stance above you as you wiggled around in a subconscious attempt to get comfortable, settling his hands on his hips in triumph at your defeat.

“Now you just lay there and look pretty and I’m going to be right back. Don’t you dare get up from that spot– I’ll know.”

“Koushi, what are you-”

“Put something on TV or pull up a game; my Switch should still be connected.” He grabbed the remotes and shoved them into your hands before leaning down and planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Remember: no moving from this spot.”

“You’re a menace, you know that?”

“Be back soon!” He said with a laugh, prancing out the door before you had another chance to argue.

Resigned to your fate, and appreciating the softness of the couch on your aching back (hunching over while reading was probably not the best idea), you snuggled further into the cushions and turned on the television, your eyes drifting closed after only a couple of minutes.

...

The sound of rustling plastic woke you from your spontaneous nap.

“Koushi?” You mumbled, sleep thick in your throat and slurring your speech. You rose into a sitting position and rubbed at your eyes, trying to rid them of their blurriness.

Once you were able to fully comprehend your surroundings, you spotted your partner crouching down by the kotatsu and looking rather sheepish with his hands in one of the many plastic shopping bags that littered the surface.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. You’re cute when you sleep, you know?”

“You always say that.” You grumbled, stifling a yawn. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Seems like all of my sneakiness was spent on that feat.” He chuckled, pulling a box of takeout from the bag. His nose was still red from the time he’d spent outside, and if you focused you could feel the chill from the winter winds radiating off of him.

“What’d you get?” You swung your legs over the edge of the couch, sliding to the floor to waddle closer to the kotatsu and slip your legs under the cover. 

“Your favorites. Thought it’d be a nice surprise and reward for all of your hard work.” Sugawara beamed, continuing to reveal box after box until there was a pile of discarded plastic bags on the floor and the surface before you was overflowing with your favorite foods and drink. “And a chance for you to actually eat something and take a break.” 

Your heart swelled. “Thank you.” You smile, almost shyly, at him. “You’re too sweet.”

“Nah.” Sugawara dismissed your claim, handing you a pair of chopsticks he seemed to pull out of the ether. “I’d say I’m the perfect amount of sweetness.”

You couldn’t stop the laughter from escaping your lips, Sugawara slipping under the kotatsu as well and bumping his legs against yours in a playful manner. 

“Besides, you’d do the same for me.” He shrugged, opening the box closest to him. “Not that you’d ever have to, of course, because I’m able to properly balance my work, studies, and self-care… unlike some people.” You kicked him. “Ow.”

“Shut up.” You stuck your tongue out at him, before following his movements and opening a few of the boxes before you.

“Thank you for the meal.” You both said in unison, and with another heartfelt smile sent his way, you began to eat.

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[revasserium]

karasuno #5 - truth

daichi.

the truth is, he never thought this moment would come. even after all the pining and wishing and staring at you from behind textbook covers, over group projects, after standing outside the school gates waiting for you to walk by only to chicken out last second and duck behind the pillar when you actually do show up. after days and days of agonizing over how to ask you out, if suga is sure that you like him back (”yes, daichi, i’ve asked her.” “okay, but did she say ‘yes’ hypothetically or —” “daichi i swear to god if you don’t ask her i will do it for you!” “ah! suga! don’t you dare!) — after all of that, he never thought he’d ever get here. sitting across the cafe table from you, watching as you laugh over some stupid meme, turning your phone around to show him, your cheeks flushed with color, the light of the setting sun outside draping itself across your shoulders like something of a daydream. you tell him that he’s staring, but he only shakes is head, leans forward, props his cheek on the heel of his hand and says, “yeah… i know.”

suga.

the truth is he cheated — no, no! not that kind of cheat, he would never, he could never — but he maybe might’ve kinda sorta asked noya to befriend you, because he makes friends with everyone so easily, and it’s not like suga doesn’t, but for some reason with you, it was different. it felt different, like it was more real — not that any of this other friendships aren’t real, because they are, god they so are. but… then again, he didn’t want just a normal friendship with you, did he? so.. he cheated. he got noya to ask you all your favorite things, your favorite flowers (lilacs), your favorite drink (iced lattes), your favorite food (red bean mochi), your favorite season (winter), and so on. till he’s sure he’s got the perfect confession planned. but when he actually gets to it, he forgets the speech he wrote, forgets to cue asahi for the bouquet of lilacs, leaves the latte out too long and forgets that in the miyagi winter, iced lattes will become just ice if it’s left out too long, realizes that the mochi were all smushed in hinata’s frenzy to rush them to you, and nothing goes right. but you still say yes, and the truth is, he realizes that none of it mattered anyway.

asahi.

the truth is, he’s scared, terrified, really, of how it’s all could go, and no matter how many times suga and tanaka and even shimizu tells him that this is normal, that the anxiety goes hand in hand with the anticipation, the euphoria just on the other side of fear, he still shakes when he goes to grab your hand. he can’t stop the traitorous pounding of his heart because he knows that this, whatever this is, is a delicate thing. made of porcelain and glass and he knows just how breakable those things are, because he’s made of them too. but you laugh and squeeze his hand tighter, reach up to pull him close, to whisper in his ear that breakable and precious aren’t mutually exclusive words, that sometimes, the most beautiful things are made so by their vulnerability. and somewhere between one moment and the next, between this step and that one, he finds that he’s not afraid anymore.

tanaka.

the truth is, he over-did it. because he did it like he does most things — with too much gusto and not enough thought, and now that he finds himself committed to hanging out with you and your friends on a “girl’s day”, because that’s what great boyfriends too, he thinks he’s truly bitten off more than he could chew. i mean, how’s a boy man to live when you keep asking for his opinions on dresses when the only thing he can see is the pink of the blush dusted across your cheeks, and how can he advise you on what gelato flavors to try when all he can think of is the way you lick your lips, and really, how’s he supposed to be a good, loving, caring boyfriend when all he wants to do is push you back into the dressing room and kiss you till neither of you can breathe properly. he does it anyway, and judging by the way you grin against his lips, your fingers digging into the front of his freshly laundered slogan-tee, that you don’t think he over-did it at all.

nishinoya.

the truth is, he’s loved you from the moment he laid eyes on you, exactly three months ago, and sure, asahi had told him that ‘love at first sight’ doesn’t really exist (”it’s actually more of an infatuation… or at least that’s what i read in one of those self-help books…”), and sure, he’d said just about the same thing about kiyoko the first time he saw her. but this time, noya had known, with all the certainty of the east-rising sun, that you were meant to be his, and he was meant to be your’s. and okay, maybe you had laughed a little (with him!!! not at him!!!) when he’d first declared his love for you in the middle of the cafeteria, loudly proclaiming that he’d spend the rest of his life making sure that you knew he loved you each and every day but… you said yes, didn’t you? you said yes, even though he really wasn’t sure what you’d say but he hoped. and you said yes. so, i mean, it was the same thing as knowing, right? and every single day since then, he’s known, from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep that this love can only grow stronger, and that he really would spend of the of his life making sure you knew he’s yours.

tsukishima.

the truth is, he’s been planning this for ages. ages and ages and ages, not that he’d ever tell you if you asked, but he has. and poor yamaguchi’s had to be there to remind him that sometimes, the best thing to do is just to ask the girl out on a date already! but tsukki knows better — he knows that girls are mysterious, multi-faceted, nebulous creatures. impossible to reason with and even more impossible to pin down. logic does not work here, so he had to plan it down to the last nonchalantly styled tuft of hair on his slightly damp forehead (he’d done some practice serves with yamaguchi because it has to look organic, okay? and looking too put together is a gigantic tell he simply could’ve afford). when he finally, finally asks you, you laugh, quirking your head to one side as you bite your lips, mull over your answer, and he swears you’re doing this on purpose (you are), just to watch him squirm. “you planned this, didn’t you?” “h-huh? no… why would you say that? i just thought i’d ask since we stayed late practicing and you happened to walk by.” a pause, a smirk, a well-timed blush. “yeah. right. okay.” tsukishima blinks, “so… is that a yes?” “i dunno, tsukki… i gotta think about it! i mean, you totally caught me by surprise, not like i was planning to be here, right?” “…yamaguchi told you, didn’t he?” “he might’ve let a few things slip.” “i’m gonna kill him.” “don’t you wanna know my answer first? or should i just wait to tell you on our first date?” “just tell me on our — oh. wait —”

kageyama.

the truth is, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. and sure, he’d rather quite literally lay down on the ground and perish than to admit that this whole physical intimacy thing is completely uncharted territory. but… well, somehow, he doesn’t think he can quite fake it through this one. “tobio…? are you… okay?” you look him over, sitting on his bed, his oversized shirt slipping from your shoulder and he swears that death seems more like a possibility with each passing second. “uhm, yeah. i’m — i’m good. you?” he curses himself for sounding so childish, but you grin and pull him to you, pressing him back onto the mattress, slowly drawing him close, and then closer. “is this okay?” you ask, your lips brushing by his ear. he shivers, curses, bites down a moan, “y-yeah. that’s — i mean, it’s good — really good.” “good.” he thinks he can hear you smiling. “stop worrying so much,” you tease, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling ever so slightly, just till he’s arching up against your touch, hissing out between his teeth, “just follow my lead and… i have a feeling you’ll catch on pretty quick, hm?”

hinata.

the truth is, he isn’t quite sure how he got here, with your hand in his, laughing about something that the teacher said that day, turning to ask him if he wants to stop for popsicles on the way home, because it’s too hot, isn’t it shouyou? because it had just started out as a crush, and okay, sure, he’s not known for subtlety but he thought he was doing an okay job of it! he’d only run screaming to suga-sempai twice this week (last week it was three, so there’s been improvement!!!) and he’d only panic called yacchi four times (she picked up every time, but by the fourth time, even hinata could tell that her infinite patience was wearing thin), and yeah, when you’d found him after school the other day to ask if he wanted to catch a movie, he’d said yes before you’d even said the movie name but he’s just!!! that!!! enthusiastic!!! all the time!!! so it’s not weird, right? but when you got one bag of popcorn instead of two, and turned to ask if he minded sharing straws, he starts to wonder if this is all some sort of cruel and beautiful daydream. “uhm — uh — yeah — straws — that’s good — i like those.” “shou?” he jerks, realizing that you’re still watching him with an amused smile, the pair of you poised outside the corner store, the sunset blazing across the far horizon. “gah! s-sorry, i zoned out for a second there — i was just — uhm…” “reminiscing on our first date?” he jumps at the word date, but a second later, you’re giggling, dragging him into the store for popsicles, and he lets out a punch-drunk puff of laughter, following behind you, mumbling the word date under his breath till it doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #asahi #noya #tanaka #tsukki #hinata #daydreams #bro i forgot how hard these are to write; yall the personality switches between each one is nuts LOL #but if nothing else its good practice! and it forces me to like get into the head of each of my karasuno boiz #floofy floof floof #sugawara koushi #sawamura daichi #kageyama tobio

[v-e-r-t21]

Lost - Kuroo Tetsuro

This is the first real thing I’ve ever written so here it is. It’s also posted on ao3 at Lost - VERT21 - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own] so maybe go there and leave a kudos. It's really long and the only proof I have of it being good is my friend reading it and saying it made him cry when he hates romance/angst stuff so idk here.

"FUCK YOU"

"WELL FUCK YOU TOO"

"I HATE YOU!"

"I HATE YOU TOO!"

Kuroo and I are standing on opposite ends of the table as we scream at each other. This fight is our longest yet. 36 minutes and 17 seconds exactly. Yelling the entire time. I can't feel my throat, and my eyes are full of tears. Across the table, I can see Kuroo panting, tears falling from his eyes. We never used to fight this much.

"Why are we like this?"

I don't know what I expected him to say, but it wasn't that. I can't help but wonder though. Why are we like this? We didn't use to be like this. We were so happy. So so happy.

"I don't know."

He's looking at his hands. There are crescent marks from his nails in the palms of his hands. He's been squeezing his fist the entire time we have been fighting. He's been standing stiff as a board, and though I know he wants to throw his hands around, he doesn't.

"I don't want to do this anymore."

He looks up at me, fear all over his face.

"What do you mean? Do you want to break up?"

The broken sound of his voice makes me want to break down, but I can't. So many times. Too many times. I can't do it anymore.

"Maybe we should."

His breathing is laboured, and his voice is cracking.

"Please don't. I need you, please."

I can't look at him. If I do, I'll give in, and I can't. Not anymore.

"Kuroo, I think this is the best thing for us."

"No, we can figure it out. We have to figure it out." "We've tried!" I yell, looking him right in the eye. The tears are streaming down his face, but my eyes have become bone dry.

"How many times have we spent the night away? How many times have we asked our friends for help and advice? Kuroo, this isn't healthy. We can't live like this."

His whole body is trembling. His hands are shaking as he reaches out to me.

"Don't leave me."

I turn away from him and look at the floor. I can't look at him—this beautiful person to whom I have given the best and worst years of my life.

"I'm sleeping at Daichi and Suga's tonight. I'll be back in the morning."

I walk out of the room and make it to the bedroom door when I hear a thud come from the living room, followed by choked sobs. It's Kuroo, crying. As "macho" as he seems, he can't stand the two of us fighting, which is why I hate that we do it so much.

I walk into the bedroom and look around: the dresser covered in his hair products and my limited amount of makeup—the closet full of clothes that bounce back and forth between us—the mirror, photo booth pictures of the two of us stuck in the corners—the bookcase, filled with textbooks, novels, playbooks, and everything in between—the nightstand, full of cheap carnival toys that he used to "woo" me that I could never bring myself to throw away.

The sock drawer, with a ring box, tucked away from months ago.

I grab my duffel bag and go around the room, grabbing my stuff: a crop top he stole from me, my jersey, clothes and makeup, a comfort book. Finally, the nightstand, with all the cheap gifts from back when he was trying to "woo" me. The set of pictures from our first date.

I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks while remembering all the great times we've had. Nationals, his graduation party, my graduation party, the junior world championships, our first official date, our first trip together as a couple, Bokuto and Akkashi's engagement party. All of it.

The first time we said I love you.

I zip up my bag and grab my sweatshirt—a gift from Daichi when Kuroo and I moved in together. I walk to the front door and pull on my jacket and boots. The boots Kuroo bought me for my 20th birthday cause I loved hiking through the forest behind the apartment. I grab my keys from the kitchen counter and see Kuroo lying on the couch, passed out from crying, his face still wet. No matter how much I want to leave, I can't. I'll never be able to leave him—my one true love.

I grab a blanket from the closet in the hallway and drape it over him. Tucking him in, making sure everything's covered so he doesn't get cold. He's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, no matter how disastrous he looks, with his red eyes and tear stains, remnants of blood on his lips from biting them.

I lock the door behind me as I leave with my wallet and phone in my pocket. I walk two blocks down to the train stop and get on the first train. I don't know which train it is. I don't know which way I'm going. I just know I'm going. In my defense, which I don't have much of, I intended to go to Daichi and Suga's when I left the apartment.

The train lumbers on, houses and buildings passing by as we go. It stops every few minutes; people get on and off, but my seat is comfortable, and I don't feel like moving. I should text Daichi and figure out how to get to his place, but I'm tired, and the gentle sway of the train is hypnotizing. My chest hurts, and my throat feels raw. My hat shields my face from the other people around me as I look out the window. I lean my head against the window, close my eyes, and fall asleep.

Kuroo POV

I woke up on the couch, my face feeling sticky from crying. It can't have been more than an hour since our fight. The house feels empty.

I can feel my chest ache. I can't tell whether it's because of all the yelling and crying from earlier or just heartache. But the two of those go hand in hand nowadays, so it doesn't matter.

I don't even know how this all started. Actually, I do, but I never thought it would end like this, the two of us at each other's throats all the time. After our first huge fight, the fear I felt was unreal. I remember calling Bokuto and having a breakdown over the phone, panicking that she would leave me. It took Bokuto close to 40 minutes to calm me down. He said he and Akaashi would fight too, that it's normal to fight. That everyone has fights, and we could get through it. I believed him, but it never got better. And then hearing all these stories on the internet of couples coming out of the "honeymoon" phase and realizing they can't live together. That they hate each other. I never thought we would end up like this. Never.

Imagine falling in love with your best friend. The person who has always been your best friend. The person you thought would be your forever always.

God, this sucks.

My back hurts from lying on the couch. I stand up and start moving towards the bedroom when something in the kitchen catches my eye.

Right there, in the middle of the counter, are Y/Ns keys.

No matter how much we fight or when she leaves, whether she's staying at someone else's or just going to the store on the corner for food, she never leaves her keys.

I race into our room. If her keys are here, maybe she is. I don't know what possesses me to have that hope, but I'm so desperate for her to be here.

The room is empty, and her stuff is gone. Clothes, books, chargers and makeup. The makeup she used to put all over my face because she thought it looked cool on me.

The pictures from our first date are missing from the mirror. No doubt she took them to Daichi's with her. But why take all her stuff. She said she was going over for tonight. It's not even that far. Where is she?

I run all over the tiny apartment, checking the closet, bathroom, laundry room, and even the balcony. She isn't there.

I race back into the living room, looking for my phone frantically. I have to call her. I have to find her. She wouldn't just leave her keys. She's always so scared of coming back from somewhere and not being able to get in. She's terrified of being abandoned and trapped. That's one of the reasons why it took so long for us to get together. She was scared of us dating and something going wrong and me shutting her out, even though I promised we would always be best friends. She always said it was the love child of her abandonment and trust issues. I still don't know what she means by that.

I grab my phone off the coffee table and find her name on the speed dial. She was never one for pet names, but she always said she loved how I said her name. So I always called her by it. Some of our friends found it a little weird, what with the way I have nicknames for everyone except her, but it was our thing.

I call her, and it immediately goes to voicemail. I hear my voice talking back to me. She never got around to setting up her voicemail, so I did it for her—a carbon copy of the one on my phone with a different name.

"Y/N? Y/N, where are you? You said you were going to Daichi and Suga's. Your keys are still here. Do you want me to bring them over? Please call me back?"

I hang up and fumble with my phone, trying to call Daichi. It's 3 in the morning, and he won't be pleased with such an early call, but he's always had a soft spot for Y/N.

I'm surprised when he picks up but steamrolls through and gets right to the point.

"Daichi, is Y/N there? Is she ok? She left her keys here, and she said she was going to your house, which was like two hours ago. She's there, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

True to form, Daichi sounds like he just woke up and has no idea what I'm talking about, even though I was pretty obvious.

"Y/N!! She's not here, and she left her keys in the kitchen, and she said she was going to your place!"

"Maybe she went for a walk."

"She never leaves her keys. Ever. And all her stuff is gone!"

My panicked statement seems to get his attention finally. I hear rustling on the other end of the phone.

"Have you tried calling her?"

"Of course I've called her! She didn't pick up. I don't know where she is, and the last thing we did was fight. God, what if she ran away and someone kidnapped her?! What if she's dead?!"

The exasperation in Daichi's voice was almost palpable.

"She's not dead, Kuroo. It's Y/N. If she died, it would be on the news."

He's right, but that does nothing to soothe my nerves.

"Where is she then?!! All her stuff is gone, her keys are still here, and there's no note. What if she ran away?"

God bless Daichi for the number of times he's dealt with me bothering him about Y/N.

"She wouldn't just leave you without telling you why. Did anything happen today?"

Of course, something happened today. Something happens every day.

"Yeah…."

I hear Daichi sigh.

"Did you have another fight?"

The silence on my end tells him all he needs to know.

"How often do you guys fight?"

"Almost every day."

I can feel the disappointment rolling off of him. He was the first person Y/N told about the fights. He gave us all this advice to try and help us. He also said that maybe taking a break was the best idea. Of course, we didn't listen to him. I wonder if things would be different if we had.

"Try calling her again. If she hasn't called you back in an hour, call me back, and I'll try calling her. But after you call me, I want you to go to sleep. If we can't find her tonight, we'll find her tomorrow. Alright?"

Good ol' Daichi, the voice of reason always. Honestly, it's not that surprising with the team he had to deal with and still does deal with regularly.

"Ok. Sorry for bothering you."

Daichi just sighs and hangs up. I put my phone down, thinking about the fight. I don't even know how it started. Sometimes it just seems like she'll blow up at me out of nowhere. And I'm not stupid. I know I do it too. But I always feel like I have a reason. Granted, she probably feels the same way about our fights.

I call her again and get the same voicemail.

"Hey Y/N. Daichi said you're not at his place. Please get back to me. I'm worried about you."

I hang up and walk back into the bedroom. I searched the room, trying to find a clue where she went: a map, receipt for a ticket, anything. The room is empty. The only proof she was ever here is the pictures in the mirror. She only took the ones from our first official date. Everything else, the pictures from before and after, is still there. It's just those four.

I remember our first date perfectly. It had taken me a year to get her to agree to a date. It was the summer before our third year of high school. I confessed my feelings to her while we were at a park. Bokuto, Kenma, Akaashi, and the entire Karasuno team hid behind trees and bushes. I confessed, and she did the same. I asked her out, and she said no. She said she was scared to mess up our friendship and didn't want to take the risk. I spent all of our third year wooing her: buying her gifts, randomly showing up to walk her home even though she lived in Miyagi and I was in Tokyo. Spending all this time with her, showing her I was in it for the long run. Finally, in March, she agreed to go on a date with me. We went to a carnival. We met up there, and the first ride we went on was a roller coaster with a 60-foot drop. I was terrified, and she was ecstatic. We went on a drop tower, a twister, played games and ate horrible food.

After we got nachos, we took the pictures, some cheese still on my cheek. The first one was us laughing. The second was her wiping my face. The third was her laughing as I kissed her cheek: the last one, our faces mashed together with these huge smiles.

Those four pictures are my favourite in the entire world. And she took them with her because, of course, they are her favourite as well.

I call her again.

"Y/N, it's been hours. Please tell me where you are. Just let me know you're safe. Don't be kidnapped, please. You always think people are good. You're so trusting, be careful, please."

I hang up and sit on the bed. Our bed. Where we watched movies, cuddled, cried, and laughed—all these experiences and memories on this mattress. Our first fight ended with us lying here together. The first time she cried, we ended up here. The first time I cried when we were together was here.

The first time she put makeup on my face was at the dresser. We were going to a party, and she did my makeup. She said I looked like a character from Euphoria. We were late to the party, but we both looked amazing.

I call her again.

"I just called you, but you haven't said anything yet. If I don't get a call from you in the next five minutes, I'm calling Bokuto. He'll go crazy. Do you want Bokuto going crazy?"

I hang up and walk to the kitchen. The first time she tried to cook here, she almost set the apartment on fire. Since then, we decided that I would be the only one cooking. We ended up getting a lot of takeout.

I make myself a box of ramen and sit at the dining room table. I used to help her study right here. She loved science and math but hated literature. And her first two years of university, most of her mandatory classes involved literature. We used to sit here for hours as I quizzed her and helped her take notes. She would return the favour by helping me with math and world studies.

The table feels empty without all the textbooks and papers everywhere—just my tiny bowl. I feel so alone.

I call her again.

"Hey Y/N. Please pick up. Please. I just need to know that you're ok. Please. I love you."

I drop my phone on the table and drop my face into my hands. I can feel my eyes burn as the tears come back. I love her so much. I've loved her my whole life. Ever since we met in middle school, and I'll love her even after I die.

My phone beeps, and I flail as I try to open it, desperate for it to be Aspen.

It's a text from Suga.

~Hey. Daichi and I haven't heard anything yet. Daichi will try calling her in half an hour, and if she doesn't answer, I'll call an hour later. You should try getting some sleep.~

Suga, the ever-caring friend. I've never really been close with him and Daichi, but Y/N loves them, and we often hang out together.

I eat the ramen that's still sitting in front of me. It's gone cold, but I don't notice—too busy thinking.

I walk over to the couch and sit down, wrapping myself up in the blanket I found over me. It was probably her who put it on me before she left. I turn on the TV, and some old movie is playing. If Y/N were here, she'd know which movie. She knows every movie that's ever come out, what it made at the box office, who the director was, everything. She's obsessed with movies.

I call her again.

"Y/N. This is my 6th time calling you. It's been hours. Please just let me know that you're ok."

I watched the movie and called her two more times. She doesn't pick up either time.

As the credits roll across the screen, I pick up my phone again. I saw a message from Daichi saying that he had called her and she didn't answer. Saying Suga would call her in an hour.

I opened my phone and called her again.

"This is my 9th call. Daichi tried calling you, and he said you didn't answer. I know you're mad at me, but please tell him that you are ok."

I get up and walk to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I see that my eyes are still red and puffy, full of tears. The tear stains are still on my cheeks. Tears are still falling, but I don't notice them.

Her shampoo is still in the shower. The whole room smells like her. It makes me want to scream.

I walk into the bedroom and fall on the bed. I lay there, cold. She always goes to bed first. She doesn't fall asleep, but she gets in bed hours before me and lays there, reading, warming up the bed on her phone or computer.

I call her again.

"Hey Y/N. I'm going to bed now. I left the door unlocked. I know it's dangerous, and someone could break in, but you left your keys here, and I don't want you to be locked out when you come back."

I get up and put on my pajamas. Whenever she sleeps somewhere else, I always wear a pair of fuzzy pants she gave me for Christmas eve a few years ago and a tye-dye shirt she made for me at some festival. She was so excited when she made the shirt. Bouncing around all happy cause she had never made one before.

God, I miss her.

I call her again.

"I know I just called, but I need to tell you I love you. I know you're tough and strong and don't need anyone to help you, but I love you, which means I'm going to help you whether you want it or not. And this fight isn't going to change that. Please come home."

I walk to the sock drawer to find something for my feet. Y/N always had cold feet and had all these fluffy socks. She got me a pair for my birthday. Hopefully, she didn't take them with her.

I open the sock drawer and find it half empty. A shared sock drawer with only one person's socks. How lonely. I reach in, searching around for something fluffy. My hand knocks against something hard. I grab it, and it feels like a box. I pull it out and find a jewelry box. That's weird. Y/N would've taken all her jewelry, and I don't keep any in the sock drawer.

I open the box and see a ring. A gold band with engravings on it spelling out "My one true love." I never bought this ring. Y/N would've told me if she had bought a ring. There's no way she bought it. It's not possible. But that graving, that's her. That's her 1000 percent. How?

Why would she buy a ring and not wear it? Why would she leave it here when she took everything else? It makes no sense. It's a men's ring too. Why would she buy a men's ring and leave it here?

I grab my phone and call her again.

"Y/N, why is there a ring in the sock drawer? I just found it, and it looks like a men's ring. Was this a birthday present? My birthday isn't for a few months. Please call me back."

The next call I make is Daichi. He's going to kill me, I know it, but if anyone would know why Y/N bought a ring, it would be him.

I wait frantically as the phone rings. The person who picks it up is not Daichi.

"Kuroo? Why are you calling so late? We told you we'd call you if we heard anything from her."

"Suga, she bought a ring."

The other end of the phone is silent. It feels like it lasts forever. "What?"

"There's a ring in a ring box. I'm holding it right now. She bought a ring. Why would she buy a ring? Do you know anything about this? Does Daichi?"

"Give me a sec to wake him up and ask."

I hear Suga shuffling around before hearing a noise suggesting Daichi is being dragged out of bed. He's definitely going to kill me.

"Kuroo, what's wrong now?" Daichi sounds exhausted and very annoyed. He's not as scary as Suga can be, but he also has a lot less patience, and he's still scary.

"Daichi Y/N bought a ring."

There's no noise on his end of the phone for the second time.

"Did she ever talk to you about buying a ring?"

"Daichi, if she had told me she was going to buy a men's ring, do you think I would be freaking out and calling you right now?"

"I don't know, man, maybe with all the stress you've been under the past few hours, you forgot something? I don't know. I'm tired."

There's a "smack" sound on the other end and Daichi groans. Suga hit him with something.

"Kuroo, you've already tried calling her, right?"

It's Suga again. He probably made Daichi put the phone on speaker.

"Yeah, but she didn't answer."

"And you're sure she never brought up buying a ring for you? Or someone else?"

"She would've told me if she planned to buy something this expensive."

"Hmmm. What if she....."

Suga trails off as he starts thinking. What if she what? What is he talking about?

"Kuroo?"

He sounds weird. Like he's thinking hard about something.

"Have you and Y/N ever talked about getting married?"

"Yeah, once, but that was a long time ago. Why do you ask? What does that have to do with-"

I feel my throat close off as everything finally makes sense. The ring, the talking about kids, the asking about having dinner with parents. She was going to propose.

Suga stays on the phone with me as I cry. He sits on the other end, trying to soothe me as I go through the worst breakdown of my life.

She bought a ring. She thought about proposing. She wanted to marry me, and now she's gone.

"Kuroo, you have to sleep. You have work soon, and you need rest."

God bless Suga, the man is a saint when he needs to be, but I can't deal with him now.

"Suga, I'm gonna go."

There's sputtering on the other end as the man tries to keep me from "doing something I might regret." There's not much I could regret right now.

I hang up on him and stare at my phone screen. She wanted us to spend the rest of our lives together. So much so that she wasn't willing for me to get around to it. And now I'm left here without her, with the ring, not knowing if she's ever coming back.

Y/N Pov

I jerk awake when the train stops suddenly. The sun is just starting to show itself, the sky turning purple and green. Strange colours for a sunrise, but stunning nonetheless. For Kuroo's 19th birthday, I woke him up at 4 am to drag him into the woods behind our houses, climb a hill onto a cliff, and watch the sunrise. We made it just in time, and I got to see the sunrise on his face right as the clock hit his time of birth. The smile he had on and the sun shining on his face made it all worth it. All the grumbling, dragging him up the hill, having to wake up an hour before him to get food ready and make sure I didn't mess up the time. All of it. We had a picnic, and I got to be the first person to wish him a happy birthday.

Memories like this make me wonder when it all went wrong. Wonder how it went wrong. We were so happy. I just don't get it.

Our first fight was after we got home from a movie. We were debating whether it was a good movie or not. I thought it was great, and he hated every second of it. Somehow, it turned into a screaming match, me saying he didn't like it just because I did, and he said I only liked it cause the lead was a hot guy. It wasn't a long fight. We resolved it with words and hugs. Cuddling together in bed afterwards. If only I had known then what was to come.

I look at my phone, seeing a missed call from Suga. I open my phone to find one voicemail from Suga, two from Daichi, and 13 from Kuroo. All asking where I am, what's taking so long, am I safe. I answered Suga's first, calling him back and leaving a message saying I'm fine and I'll be over sometime around 11; I wanted to go into the city and walk around. He'll tell Daichi, so now all I have to do is deal with Kuroo.

"Hey, it's Kuroo. I'm busy right now, clearly, so leave a message at the beep, and I'll get back to you anywhere between 10 minutes and 3 hours. Cheers, and don't wait up."

His voicemail has been the same for three years. Redoing it every year so that his voice is "up to date," but other than that unchanged. Kuroo loves consistency. He's great for adventures and being spontaneous, but his favourite is to have a routine at the end of the day. He likes knowing what will happen before it does—another thing I love about him.

"Hey, Kuroo. Hopefully, you've gone back to sleep by now. I know you have to get up in an hour for training, so I feel pretty safe calling."

I don't know what to say. How do you tell your one true love, the one person you'd lay down your life for, the person you'd let walk all over you and take them back in a heartbeat, that you can't love them anymore. That they aren't what you want anymore. That they aren't enough.

"I'm just calling to tell you that I'm safe. No, I haven't been kidnapped, I haven't gotten in some sketchy car, and no, I haven't taken candy from a stranger."

How to continue.

"All this fighting isn't good for us, so I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up. There's some stuff I want to get off my chest, and tho I know I can tell you anything, these are things that are just too hard to say when the other person can interrupt you."

I can feel my heart breaking at what I'm about to say, and, as cowardly as it is, I'm glad I can't see or hear him.

"I love you, Kuroo. More than I thought I would ever love anyone in my life. I love your smile and your ridiculous laugh. I love how you're a total nerd and don't hide it. I love how passionate and driven you are. I love that you will drop absolutely anything to help someone in need. I love how you hate surprises, but put up with all of my unexpected endeavors. I love how you waited for me to be ready to date you, even though it took almost a year. I love how you refuse to give up on anyone or anything."

Tears are falling from my eyes, and I probably make one hell of a sight for the other morning commuters. But all I can think about is how Kuroo will look when he hears this. My voice cracks as I talk.

"I love how unapologetically optimistic you are. I love how you never let me down. I love your eyes and how they shine when you look at the sun. I love how you stay up late to look at the stars, even if you have to wake up early in the morning. I love your hair in the morning when it's an even bigger mess than usual. I love how you suck in the mornings until you have coffee, and then you're the life of the party. I love your nose, and your mouth, and your eyelashes. I love your hands. I love the way you look at me, and I love how I look at you. I love everything about you and I always will. Till death do us apart."

I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and laugh into the phone.

"Look at you, making me cry with your cuteness, and you're not even here."

I look at the sun and think about how much he would've loved this view.

"The sun's up. It's beautiful. You'd love it."

"I want you to remember how much I love you forever. Forever and always. I'm on a train right now, going through downtown Tokyo. I'm not sure when I'll be back. I told Suga I'd be at their place in a few hours, but I don't think I will."

I rub my hand over my face.

"I'm breaking up with you."

The pain I feel has no words. It feels like a knife just stabbed its way through my chest. I can only imagine how Kuroo will feel hearing this over the phone. I always promised myself that I would never break up with someone over the phone. I promised him I would never break up with him.

"I know I promised you I never would. I know I said it was you and me forever. But I don't know anymore. I'm not going to do the movie thing and say it's me and not you because we both know that's not true. It's both of us. It was supposed to be us against the world, but it changed into us against each other. And I can't see me hurt you anymore. I can't see you cry and know it's my fault. I can't watch us hurt each other anymore. I can't watch myself break my best friend. I love you too much to do that. And I'm too selfish to take the risk of hurting you more trying to fix it. I took everything I wanted from our room. Everything left is yours. Keep the apartment too. I know it's under our names, but I don't know when I'm coming back."

I've been on the phone for 20 minutes already. The message will end soon, whether I stop it or not.

"The message lady will get mad at me if I talk much more, but I've got a few more things to tell you before I go. Do you remember that plan we made a few years ago, to travel everywhere? I'm going. I know that's not what you want anymore, but I never gave up on travelling the world. Just one last adventure to check off the bucket list. And when I'm done seeing the world, I'll come back, but I don't want you waiting for me. I don't want you wasting time hoping for something that could disappear."

My eyes are dry now. I've spent all my tears, and it's time to say goodbye. "I will always love you. No matter what you do, where I go, or what happens between now and when I return. You will always be my one true love. I'll see you soon, my love. Until then."

I hang up, and the tears start falling again. I get off the train at the next stop and collapse on the nearest bench. The sun is just barely up; it's not even 6 am yet. Kuroo should be waking up in a few minutes. I sit there for what feels like hours, but it is only ten minutes as I cry. Only Kuroo, stupid, amazing Kuroo, could make me cry this much.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up, expecting some security guard, asking if he should call the cops. But it's not.

"Hinata?"

He smiles at me before looking confused.

"Y/N, why are you crying? What are you doing out here?"

I remember that Hinata and Kageyama live on the north end of downtown Tokyo, over 4 hours away from where Kuroo and I live. No, lived. That's not my home anymore, and this thought brings a fresh wave of tears.

Hinata sits next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. He's still just as small as when he graduated almost five years ago.

"I broke up with Kuroo."

His already large eyes widen to the point where it's almost comical. He looks like an anime character. This whole situation feels like an anime. But it's all real.

"Why? What happened? Did he hurt you? If he did, I swear to god…."

I put my hand on his leg. Little Hinata is still just as energetic and ready to fight as always.

"He didn't do anything. He was everything I ever thought I wanted."

The confused look is back on his face.

"Then why did you break up?"

"Because I can't be what he needs."

"What do you mean?"

I sigh. As brave and energetic as Hinata is, he is also incredibly oblivious.

"Doesn't matter. Right now, I need to find a bank."

His face lights up the way it always does when he realizes he can help someone.

"There's an ATM at the corner store about a block down from here. Kageyama works there on weekends."

I smile. It's been a while since I have seen Kageyama and Hinata. Hopefully, a day with them would prepare me for my grand adventure. One last adventure.

Kuroo POV

When I wake up in the morning, the bed is cold. The apartment is quiet, and my head is pounding. Let this be a lesson not to pass out crying next time.

I get out of bed and head to the living room, a last shred of hope thinking I'll walk in and see her on the couch.

She's not there.

Instead of the tears I expected, I feel empty. I'm not surprised, and I'm not hurt. I'm too tired to feel.

I go to the kitchen and make breakfast, trying not to think about the fact that she should be here with me. Sitting on the counter, dancing around the table and singing.

I eat toast and smoked salmon. She hates breakfast food, and this was the only thing she would agree to eat before nine in the morning. It was the only thing I could feed her before we had to be off for work.

I finish eating and clean up the kitchen. She hated cooking, so we decided that I would cook and do meal prep, and she would wash dishes and clean the house. She would still come with me to the store, and I would still clean with her, but that was the official job split.

I head back to my room and crawl back into bed. I check my phone and find a message from Suga saying they haven't heard anything from her and one from Bokuto saying Daichi told him everything and that he'll be over with the team and Kenma and Akaashi after practice. There's also a message from the coach saying Bokuto explained and that I can take the next few days off if I need to. It looks like I'm watching anime and eating Baskin Robbins the rest of this week.

There's a voicemail from Y/N.

It's from 5 am, almost 4 hours ago. The call log shows the message is 19 minutes and 46 seconds long.

I can't listen to it.

I stay in bed until I hear a knock at my door. KNowing Bo, he would've skipped showering after practice and come straight here with most of the team. Atsumu, Sakusa, probably Meian and Inumaki as well. And then Kenma and Akaashi. I don't know if I can deal with that many people right now.

I hear the door open, and the sound of a volleyball team spreads through the empty apartment.

I get out of bed and head to the front door. I may feel like my world is falling apart, but leaving the combo of Atsumu, Bokuto, Sakusa and Kenma without supervision will result in my apartment falling apart, and house hunting does not sound all that appealing.

As soon as Bokuto sees me, he dives headfirst and wraps me in a hug. Let it be stated that Bokuto gives the best hugs ever.

"Hey, man. How are you feeling?"

I take a deep breath and feel a head rest against my arm. It's Kenma.

"Better now"

Bo pulls away, and I see the entire Black Jackals team in my front hall.

"I hope you guys don't mind, but I'm not really in the mood to entertain, so you guys can figure out food and drinks while I watch tv."

The team immediately begins talking, saying they'll figure stuff out, while Kenma and Akaashi lead me to the couch and sit down. Kenma leans his back against my side, and Akaashi drapes a blanket over my shoulders.

The rest of the team piles around us on the couch and the floor, with Bo sitting on my other side and wrapping his arm around my back.

The dogpile in my living room continues for the rest of the day, with most of the group deciding to stay overnight.

I head to my room around 11, telling everyone I want some time alone. Bo tells me they'll all stay out here and be there if I need them.

I nod and head to bed.

I get ready for bed and crawl under the covers. I check my phone, planning to turn off my alarm before going to sleep when I remember the voicemail.

I might as well listen to what she has to say. It won't change anything that happened, but at least I'll know she's safe.

I place the phone on her pillow and lie down, closing my eyes and pretending it's her talking to me when I press play.

"Hey, Kuroo."

Oh my god, it's her.

"Hopefully, you've gone back to sleep by now. I know you have to get up in an hour for training, so I feel pretty safe calling. I'm just calling to tell you that I'm safe. No, I haven't been kidnapped, I haven't gotten in some sketchy car, and no, I haven't taken candy from a stranger. All this fighting isn't good for us, so I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up. There's some stuff I want to get off my chest, and though I know I can tell you anything, these are things that are just too hard to say when the other person can interrupt you."

Oh my god, it is her.

"I love you, Kuroo."

I love you too.

"More than I thought I would ever love anyone in my life."

Me too.

"I love your smile and your ridiculous laugh. I love how you're a total nerd and don't hide it. I love how passionate and driven you are. I love that you will drop absolutely anything to help someone in need. I love how you hate surprises, but put up with all of my unexpected endeavors. I love how you waited for me to be ready to date you, even though it took almost a year. I love how you refuse to give up on anyone or anything. I love how unapologetically optimistic you are."

Hard to stay optimistic in this particular scenario, but it's her.

"I love how you never let me down. I love your eyes and how they shine when you look at the sun. I love how you stay up late to look at the stars, even if you have to wake up early in the morning. I love your hair in the morning when it's an even bigger mess than usual. I love how you suck in the mornings until you have coffee, and then you're the life of the party. I love your nose, and your mouth, and your eyelashes. I love your hands. I love the way you look at me, and I love how I look at you. I love everything about you and I always will. Till death do us apart."

No, don't leave, please don't leave.

"Look at you, making me cry with your cuteness, and you're not even here. The sun's up. It's beautiful. You'd love it. I want you to remember how much I love you forever. Forever and always."

Forever and always.

"I'm on a train right now, going through downtown Tokyo. I'm not sure when I'll be back. I told Suga I'd be at their place in a few hours, but I don't think I will."

I guess you never did end up there, or I would have heard from them. Please have found somewhere safe.

"I'm breaking up with you."

I can't breathe.

"I know I promised you I never would. I know I said it was you and me forever."

It is.

"But I don't know anymore."

I do.

"I'm not going to do the movie thing and say it's me and not you because we both know that's not true."

It's me.

"It's both of us."

No, it's me. It has to be.

"It was supposed to be us against the world, but it changed into us against each other. And I can't see me hurt you anymore. I can't see you cry and know it's my fault. I can't watch us hurt each other anymore. I can't watch myself break my best friend. I love you too much to do that."

I love you too.

"And I'm too selfish to take the risk of hurting you more trying to fix it. I took everything I wanted from our room. Everything left is yours. Keep the apartment too."

I don't want it.

"I know it's under our names, but I don't know when I'm coming back."

Come back now

"The message lady will get mad at me if I talk much more, but I've got a few more things to tell you before I go. Do you remember that plan we made a few years ago, to travel everywhere?"

Of course

"I'm going."

Don't.

"I know that's not what you want anymore,"

If it's with you, it is.

"But I never gave up on travelling the world. Just one last adventure to check off the bucket list. And when I'm done seeing the world, I'll come back, but I don't want you waiting for me."

I will

"I don't want you wasting time hoping for something that could disappear."

I will anyway.

"I will always love you. No matter what you do, where I go, or what happens between now and when I return. You will always be my one true love."

And you are mine.

"I'll see you soon, my love."

Don't go.

"Until then."

No

No-no-no. Please no. Don't leave. I don't want you to leave. Please don't leave me.

The tears are so strong that I can't see, my breathing is coming shallow and fast, and I feel like I'm going to pass out. I don't want her to leave. Not without saying goodbye. I don't want her to leave me.

She can't leave.

This can't be the end of our adventure. It just can't.

I'll wait.

I'll just have to wait for her to come back.

But she doesn't want that. She wants me to move on. But I can't.

For the second night in a row, I pass out crying.

Only this time, when I wake up, I'm not alone. A body curled up next to me, and arms around my shoulders. I open my eyes and find Bo lying awake on his phone. He puts his phone down and looks at me, smiling when he sees me.

"Morning sleepy, how ya feeling?"

The tears start up again.

"She left"

Bo squeezes me as I cry. We lie there for what feels like hours. Time doesn't matter. She's gone.

"She's not gone forever tho, right?"

I look up at Bo and frown.

"Well, she can't be gone forever, right," he says again. "She has family here and friends. She won't be gone forever."

"Yeah, but she doesn't want me anymore."

Bokuto pushes me away from him and looks at me with the most serious face I have ever seen him make. "Kuroo, not once in my entire life have I seen two people love each other as much as the two of you do. And I can tell you that this is the last thing she would want. Having you crying about how she doesn't want you."

"Well, what am I supposed to do?"

Bo smiles at me.

"Live your life. She'll come back, and you'll be able to swap stories about what you did."

"But I don't want to swap. I want the same stories."

"I know you do, but this is the only way. Have something to tell her when she gets home, ok, bud?"

I nod, and he pulls me back in. He's right. I shouldn't spend her entire time away mopping. I have to do stuff. Y/N, you talked about going on a grand adventure. I'll go on one too.

Hopefully, it will lead me right back to you.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurou #hq kuroo #kuroo angst #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #kuroo fanfic #idk if it's actually good by hopefully someone enjoys it

[weathertheraine]

🌹

Thank u !! This is from essentially a fic version of this Asadai art <3 in which Suga is going to be SO MAD they did the gay kissing sleepover the one week he couldn’t come

Daichi hadn’t noticed how close they’d gotten. Sitting next to each other with their backs against his bed, eyes on the laptop they’ve balanced on a pile of textbooks, he hadn’t realised he’d been shuffling closer. Or perhaps Asahi had been. Impossible to tell- but as the music swells, tinny, from the broken speakers, he realises that they’re pressed practically thigh-to-thigh. And Asahi is so warm next to him.

It makes sense- they’ve been sharing Daichi’s blanket, which isn’t huge. And the laptop is small, so there must be a limited field of vision, or- or something-

Asahi shifts, slightly, leans his leg more firmly against Daichi’s, and his excuses fizzle. He wouldn’t be so close if he didn’t want to be. Either of them could have moved. Neither of them have.

TYSM !! Send me a rose and get a wip snippet !! Though i am going to quickly run out of ones im allowed to post haha most of my stuff is for events dfhj

#asadai #azumane asahi #sawamura daichi #fic snippet #wip #answered #not art

[eternalstretchofmuses]

What kind of books does everyone like? Haruka - I can see her reading mystery novels, honestly. Aurora - Doesn't read, but steals books from people anyways. Momoe - Scientific textbooks on fluid dynamics. Other than that, she can't read at all. Kimu - Poetry. Probably depressing poetry, too. Daichi - Wordless books. Taemi - Mystery novels... specifically murder mysteries.

#compressed beyond ~ ooc

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

To Serve the Sun

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by KingsHighway

The Samurai will be remembered as Japan's fiercest warriors, before the word 'samurai' even exists, there are simply those who can fight, and the Emperor who can pay them.

In a great experiment, Emperor Oikawa Tooru enlists the services of self-taught fighters to help stabilize an empire and bring order and security to the land he has only recently taken over control of. Daichi, Tetsurou and Kotaro are only three of many young men to answer the call, but quickly catch the attention of not just the Emperor, but of Prince Koshi and the rest of the court nobility, as the best of the best.

Set against the backdrop of the mid-Heian period, this series of short stories follows the earliest days of the samurai, before they had a code of honour, when everything was new and experimental and ripe to be taken advantage of, if one was so inclined. But of course, the Heian Palace is a place of propriety, nobility, and expectations, and the ruffians of Kamakura will find themselves at the extreme limit of what any one man can be expected to do.

Words: 14915, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kageyama Tobio, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Kita Shinsuke, Daishou Suguru, Azumane Asahi

Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Heian Period, Alternate Universe - Heian Period, Alternate Universe - Historical, Samurai, History, Japanese History - Freeform, early samurai culture, Alternate History, samurai!Daichi, samurai!Bokuto, Samurai!Kuroo, Samurai!Ushijima, samurai!Iwaizumi, Emperor of Japan!Oikawa, Prince!Sugawara, courtier!Akaashi, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Servants, Aged-Up Character(s), some characters are relatives in this, Sexual Content, period-typical abuse of power, Non-Graphic Smut, it's a good day if you have a service kink for any of these pairings, Queer Characters, Lots of Historical Inaccuracy, vibes over facts, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Drama, Drama & Romance, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, heavy religious overtones, priest!Asahi, Collection of short stories, almost episodic storytelling, special thanks to thomas conlan for writing the textbook I bastardized to make this, Character/Ship tags to be added as they appear

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#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

[hokudairies]

beginner to intermediate level textbook for Japanese

i think i mentioned it before but i wanted to introduce the textbooks i use to learn japanese. i haven’t really tried many others (i really disliked japanese for busy people, and read and write japanese scripts was a joke but ye) so i don’t know much about any other textbooks.

so yea, i was hoping to introduce a relatively lesser known textbook for those who are looking for a place to start or aren’t able to find a textbook they vibe with.

without further ado, let’s begin!

イントロ

so which textbook do you recommend?

why, the Daichi Elementary Japanese textbooks of course! known as  日本語初級 大地 （にほんごしょきゅうだいち）in good old 日本語。

Daichi 1 starts from the very beginning and leads up to くれる、もらう and あげる。Daichi 2 then picks up from this and continues to teach more complex and commonly used grammar, ending with everyone’s favourite humble expressions （謙譲語・けんじょうご）

another great thing about this textbook is that it teaches the plain forms alongside the formal forms. a lot of people struggle with plain form and not many textbooks seem to cover it, so having something like this is a great way to improve your informal Japanese! which is crucial if you plan on going to Japan and speaking with locals around your age. always using formal form around your friends can make things awkward so make sure to study plain form well! (the plain form also makes up the basis of some more complex sentence structures so don’t underestimate it’s importance!)

as the textbook covers almost everything you could need to know while starting out your grammar endeavor, i would recommend Daichi to both beginners and those who are self studying on and off.

the two textbooks combined cover grammar and vocab from N5 and some of N4 but as they’re not specifically structured for passing JLPT so you’ll have to check the exact topics if you’re planning on taking the test.

教科書について

i use the Main Text (メインテキスト）and the Translation and Grammar Notes (文型説明と翻訳・ぶんけいせつめいとほんやく) books.

the main text contains lots of exercises as well as the grammar notes in Japanese. it also comes with a CD which has listening exercises for each section. at the back of the first textbook there’s summary tables for things like counters and dates which are super useful!

of course, if you don’t know Japanese this textbook is kinda useless on it’s own. but don’t worry, that’s where the translation book comes in!

the translation book has a list of vocab for each topic followed by a few pages of grammar explanations. after this there is usually a page of cultural information which is great for learning new vocab in context.

if english isn’t your first language or your strong suit, the translation book comes in various other languages such as Chinese, Korean and even Vietnamese.

if you want even more practice, there is also a workbook, a kanji practice book and a listening exercises book. if you’re self studying, these will most likely be super helpful when you want to test your understanding.

using these books together, your Japanese will be 上手 in no time!

なぜだろう？

honestly, i really like the style of these textbooks and the grammar notes are super easy to understand. and the layout is kinda satisfying? i don’t feel depressed while looking at it at least which is a major plus. 

i’m really picky when it comes to art style so finding a textbook who's style i vibe with was perhaps the most important? so i'm glad the style of daichi is quite soothing? and the characters are kinda interesting too

どこで買えますか？

you can find these two textbooks on amazon and various textbook suppliers around the world! you can also import them from japan but that might be more expensive so be sure to shop around.

if you’re tight on money or you want to see it before you buy it, you might be able to borrow it from your local university/japanese embassy/cultural house library so be sure to ask!

if you need any help with purchasing/finding these textbooks, feel free to drop me a message and i’ll do my best to help you out!

thank you for reading this far, i hope you were able to learn something useful!!

では、またね！

ミカアウト

#hokudairies #recomendation #textbooks #learning japanese #studying japanese #日本語 #japanese textbook #japanese resources #daichi textbook #にほんごべんきょう #勉強 #language #langblr #learn a language

[lovely-keii]

hq boys and where he likes to be kissed

his hand. he likes the regality, the subtlety, the rush and giggling to yourself. he likes to be the one courted from time to time, he likes to be serenaded, he wants to be swept of his feet. a hopeless romantic through and through.

— OIKAWA, sugawara, akaashi

his forehead. he likes the tenderness and the soft love. he likes how gentle love can be. kisses are often done to soothe him, to show him you care, to give him even but a glimpse into how wonderfully beautiful he is.

— tsukishima, kageyama, kenma, tendou

his lips. if you’re going to kiss him, might as well do it right. he’s nothing but a sucker for textbook romances and cliches. he likes kissing in the rain, kissing after a fight, and kissing for no reason at all.

— DAICHI, terushima, KUROO, osamu, ushijima, suna

his cheek. he may still be childish at heart. he likes puppy love, honeymoons, and butterflies. he likes adrenaline rushes and amusement park dates. he likes bear hugs and rushing in love. he doesn’t let love outrun him.

— nishinoya, LEV, hinata, yamaguchi

everywhere. scatter kisses on his temple, behind his ear, that sweet spot on his neck, on his collarbone, and down his back. he knows no wrong place to kiss. you are more than welcomed to wander.

— kita, ATSUMU, sakusa

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #nishinoya x reader #kageyama x reader #tsukishima x reader #hinata x reader #yamaguchi x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #lev x reader #ushijima x reader #tendou x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #terushima x reader

[haikyutiehoe]

hq boys getting turned on inappropriately [ part 1 ]

iwaizumi who hears you moaning and groaning while studying, slowly guides your hand to his crotch to sooth his aching hard on. so engrossed in your work you actually don’t realize it, mistake his innocuous gesture as his hand and  squeeze it causing him to his. “put down the book baby.” and proceeds to fuck you over the library desk.desperate for your grades like the academic slut you are, you continue trying to read the textbook. regardless, hajime is prepared to fuck his sweet baby dumb.

daichi can’t comprehend that you don’t understand the weight of the sterling weapon, station issued object in your hand - how it looks so large and lethal. daichi’s cock throbs at the thought of you throating his firearm, choking on the barrel. observing you on your back in the back of his vehicle, body exposed beneath his looming figure, the officer finally understands the appeal in the mafia life style; the money, the power, the sex, the intoxicating thrill that’s inspired you to play coy and stupid with a weapon you deem nothing more than an insigificant toy. the handcuffs rattle around his waistband, tempting the attractive male to lace the metal around your wrists and hold you hostage as you take his cock; addicted to the way it drags against you, the weight buried deep between your legs with his fingers pressed against your throat. burgundy eyes admire how your eyes widen has his fingers brush over the trigger, your lips nuzzling the weapon

sakusa can’t be fooled. as your best friend, he’d seen everything and witnessing you bend over to pick up a weight off mat, the middle blocker can’t resist poking the swell of your ass. your eyes shift over your shoulder to playfully glare at him. obsidian eyes the shade of night, just know it’s your excuse to be as sexually appealing as you wish in small sheer athletic fabrics and sultry looks, accented with overly exposing sensual poses; an evasive smirk lacing your lips. As he familiarizes a body he’s known his whole life with hands that snuggly fit the size and swell of your ass, kiyoomi’s lips migrate down your neck, erotic kisses maturing into more lewd hickeys and marks. large hands palming your legs and waist, the 6’4” athlete is going to bend you in as many ways as possible.

atsumu and you work at a dog walking company. one day, the blonde holds up the collar and while you’re distracted, places it around your pretty neck. The simple, personalized leather rattles around your throat. biting his lips at your inquisitive expression, the setter thinks you look really pretty with a name tag but he want it to say ‘property of miya atsumu’ instead of ‘rosie’. eventually, he has to eclipse the leather of the collar around your throat with his own solid hand pressing against your windpipe as his hands fondle between your legs. “be good for me slut,” he exhales against your lips before kissing you gently, knowing that you’ll behave. you’ll get on your knees and sit like the obedient bitch you are.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #daichi x reader #daichi smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #haikyuu msby #msby x reader #msby smut

[let-me-simp-in-peace]

Inside (Tsukishima x Reader) Part 1

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“Come on, Y/n! You’ll be late if you don’t hurry up!” Narkia yelled from the kitchen. 

You groaned, pushing the covers off your head. You rolled out of bed, grumbling when your bare feet met the icy floor. You weren’t a fan of the cold, but you would rather wake up freezing than wake up sweating from the heat. You went through your morning routine in a half awake daze. By the time you dragged yourself out of your room, you were finally starting to feel ready to join the world of the living. 

You stepped into the kitchen, and your sister immediately shoved you into a chair at the dining table, placing a plate of food in front of you. 

“Hurry and eat.”

You picked up a fork and started eating. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.” 

“It’s your first day at a new school. It’s important to be well fed to be ready for the day.”

You didn’t respond, but your sister was used to that. You were never much of a talker, but you had grown even more withdrawn after the incident at your last school.”

Narika sat down across from you. “Are you nervous?”

“No.” Your sister shot you a pointed look, and you sighed. “Maybe. Yes.”

“It’s okay to be nervous, Y/n.”

You nodded mutely and carried your plate to the sink. “I’m the new kid, joining two months late. Everyone has already found their groups and made friends, and I’ll just be alone.” 

You said it so nonchalantly, like it was a fact that couldn’t be avoided.

“Y/n, you can still-”

“It’s fine, Nari. I’m used to it.” You smiled reassuringly, and Narika couldn’t say anything to that. “Besides, I have you now.”

Narika smiled, pulling you into a tight hug. “That’s right. You have me.”

~~~

The walk to school was peaceful, your headphones fixed over your ears. Music was your remedy. When you felt trapped, music made you feel free, free from the loneliness, the pain, the memories. The only thing that could compare to your love of music was your addiction to art, both seeing it and making it. You could spend hours sketching scenes while music filled your ears. Those moments were when you felt most like yourself. 

The school gates of Karasuno High School came into view. Students were milling around outside and in the halls as they waited for class to start. You found your locker with minimal difficulty and stored the books you didn’t need yet inside. You could switch them out during lunch. You slung your backpack over your shoulder, took a deep breath, and closed your locker. 

You managed to find your classroom with relative ease, though you supposed that was because there were only so many rooms on the first floor where the first years had their classes. You opened the door, and the teacher smiled at you. 

“Alright everyone, take your seats. I’d like to introduce the new student to you.” 

You stood beside the teacher, hoping you didn’t look as awkward as you felt. “I’m L/n Y/n. It’s nice to meet you all.” 

“Good. L/n, you can take the seat next to Tsukishima.” 

You followed her finger to the tall, blonde boy in the back. You nodded and walked to the empty seat beside him, fighting the urge to smile when you realized it was a window seat. You dropped your bag beside the chair and sat down, fishing out your notebook and the textbook. 

Just like that, your classes passed by easily. The things you were learning were surprisingly easy, though you had always been a good student. You chalked it up to spending most of your time studying instead of going out. 

When lunchtime rolled around, you gathered your things, nearly jumping out of your skin when the green haired boy who sat in front of the blonde guy (Tsukishima?) spoke to you. 

“So you’re new here.”

You nodded, and the freckled boy smiled. “I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi, and this is Tsukishima Kei.” He introduced, motioning to the bored looking blonde at his side. 

You offered the two a smile of your own. “Nice to meet you.” 

The door to the classroom burst open, and a small, ginger guy bounded inside. “Daichi wants us to meet up in the gym!” He yelled, practically bouncing around the two boys in front of you. 

Your lips twitched as you fought the urge to smile at the blonde’s annoyed glare and Yamaguchi’s sheepish smile. 

“Oh, who are you?” The ginger boy stopped bouncing long enough to turn to you, head tilted curiously. 

“I’m L/n Y/n. I’m new here.” 

“Oh, nice to meet you! I’m Hinata Shoyou!” 

You returned his smile easily. The guy was practically a ball of sunshine. “Nice to meet you.” 

“We should go.” Tsukishima reminded them, walking away before either boy could respond. 

Hinata huffed. “Don’t worry about him. He’s always like that.”

You just nodded, not really offended by the blonde’s cold attitude. You weren’t exactly much better on that front. Yamaguchi and Hinata rushed after Tsukishima while you headed down the hall. It took a bit of searching, but you finally found a quiet spot to eat. You sat down in the grass under a large tree and placed your bento beside you. You pulled your sketchbook and a pencil from your bag and began to draw absentmindedly between bites of food. You were so absorbed in your own world that you didn’t hear someone yelling before a ball hit you in the face. It wasn’t the worst pain you’d ever felt, but it still stung badly. You raised a hand to your cheek, wincing at the burn when you touched it. 

Someone rushed over to you. In the distance, you could hear someone being yelled at. The guy in front of you had ashy, brown hair and warm eyes. His entire presence was soothing. 

“Are you okay?” He questioned. 

You raised your head, and his eyes went wide. 

“Your nose is bleeding!” 

You blinked at him several times before raising your hands to your nose. It came away bloody. “Oh. It is.”

“Do any of you have some tissues?” The boy called to his friends. 

You pinched your nose while his friends rifled through their bags. Finally, one of them approached the two of you. It was the blonde boy from your class. He held out a pack of tissues to you, the same indifferent look on his face. 

“Thanks.” You took a few and held them to your nose. You pointed to the right. “I think your ball flew over there somewhere. I hope it didn’t go too far.” 

You looked down at your sketchbook. There were several crimson spots across the surface of the paper. You pulled the tissues from your nose, using the clean edges to clean away as much of the blood as you could. 

“Is that notebook that important? You’re getting blood all over your clothes.” Tsukishima scoffed. 

You shrugged. “I’m used to blood on my clothes. I care more about this.” 

“You sound like a murderer when you say that.” 

You were so focused on your sketchbook that you weren’t really thinking about what you were saying. “Not a murderer. Just used to being injured.”

No one said anything, and after another minute of trying to salvage your drawing, you sighed. “I’ll see what I can do when I get home.” You mumbled. 

“You should go to the nurse.” 

You flinched. “You’re still here?” You blurted without thinking. 

The two boys shared a glance that you ignored as you packed away your things. “It’s just a nosebleed. I’m gonna go wash the blood off before class starts.” 

You nodded goodbye to them and headed back towards the school. You, thankfully, didn’t run into anyone on your way to the bathroom. You glanced in the mirror and winced at your reflection. You washed away the blood, shoving away the memories it brought back. Your shirt was a lost cause, so you just buttoned your blazer to hide the bloodstain. You checked your reflection one last time. There was nothing you could do about the red imprint on your cheek and nose, so you chose to ignore it. You kept your head down on the way back to class, and fortunately, no one seemed to notice. You really didn’t want to have to explain to anyone what happened. 

You took your seat in the empty classroom and dug out your notebook. You might as well work on your homework while you wait. You slid your headphones over your ears and lost yourself in the music. 

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You stayed late at the school. The teacher had given you a few practice tests to assess your knowledge. She wanted to make sure you wouldn’t fall behind in any of your subjects due to any missing information. After you finished, you were free to go, and you wished her a good afternoon before making your way to the school entrance. 

You gathered your books, locked your locker, and slung your backpack over your shoulder. The walk home was quiet, the setting sun casting an orange glow on the world around you. Your phone dinged from its place in your pocket. You pulled it out and read the message from your sister. 

Nari: I won’t be home until late today. I left some money on the counter for you, so grab something for yourself. I expect to hear all about your first day later!

You smiled at the message. When you got home, you put your things away, changed clothes, and pocketed the money before setting out. You passed a small restaurant on the way home, so you decided to stop there. 

You were glad the place wasn’t packed when you got there. You sat down in a booth at the back and dropped your sketchbook on the table. Ideas tended to strike you at random, so you rarely went anywhere without it. 

After you had searched through the menu for a few minutes, the waitress came to take your order. You ordered your food and thanked her. You flipped to a blank page and started sketching the area around you. When your food was delivered, you ate in peaceful silence, smiling as your sketch slowly came together. 

You heard the bell above the door ring as a group of people flooded into the building. They were talking animatedly among themselves. Normally, you weren’t a fan of noise, but you found the chattering voices refreshing. 

“Hey, isn’t that Y/n!”

You barely had time to blink before a familiar ball of sunshine barreled towards you, only to be stopped when a tan boy with a commanding aura grabbed the back of his shirt. 

“Don’t run at people like that.”

You watched in mild amusement as the man stepped around Hinata, offering you an apologetic smile. “I heard these idiots hit you with a volleyball.” 

“They did what?!” Another, deeper, voice cut in. A man with slicked back, blonde hair was glaring at Hinata.

“Hey, it was Kageyama’s fault!” Hinata interjected. 

“How was it my fault?!” 

“You served the ball wrong!”

“You shouldn’t be so crappy at receives then!”

The ashy brown haired guy from before quickly stepped between them. “It doesn’t matter whose fault it was. We should all apologize for being so careless.”

The duo huffed, but both turned to you and bowed. 

“We’re sorry!” 

You waved your hands quickly. “Ah, really, it’s no problem!” 

“Your face is still red.” 

You really wished Ashy over there wasn’t so observant. 

“I’ll put some ice on it when I get home.” 

“Hang on.” A taller, muscular man with a goatee walked away, returning with a cold bottle of water. “Here, put this against your cheek. It’ll help with the swelling.”

You wanted to argue, but judging by the looks you were getting, they wouldn’t give up until you took it. 

“Thank you..” You paused, realizing you didn’t know their names. 

Ashy must have sensed your confusion because he began to introduce everyone to you. Ashy’s name was actually Sugawara Koushi. The man that had grabbed Hinata was Sawamura Daichi. The guy Hinata had been arguing with was Kageyama Tobio. The man that had yelled at them was the coach of the volleyball team, Keishen Ukai. The gentle giant that gave you the water bottle currently pressed against your cheek was Asahi Azumane. Nishinoya Yu grinned at you when he was introduced, along with Tanaka Ryunosuke. Lastly, Sugawara introduced the managers of the team, Shimizu Kiyoko and Hitoka Yachi, and the assistant coach, Takeda Ittetsu. He started to introduce Tsukishima and Yamaguchi before Tsukishima cut him off.

“She knows who we are.”

Seeing the confused glances the team shot at Tsukishima, you added, “I’m in their class. They already introduced themselves to me.” 

“Ah, that’s good.” Sugawara smiled. “Did you manage to get the blood out of your shirt?” 

“I put it in the washer with some bleach before I left. I’ll check it when I get back.”

He nodded. “I hope it works.”

“Thanks.”

To your surprise, Hinata slid into the seat across from you. “So, have you ever played volleyball?” 

After the initial shock, you shook your head. “I played basketball at my old school.”

“Oh, are you going to sign up for the team here?” Nishinoya questioned, taking a seat beside Hinata.

You ducked your head to hide a grimace. “No, I don’t play anymore.”

This time, it was Kageyama that piped up. “Why not?”

“Did you stop liking it?” Yamaguchi asked curiously. 

“No, I love basketball. I always have.”

“Then, why stop playing?” Suga asked.

“I…” You swallowed thickly at the memories that rushed forward. “I should get going before it gets dark.” You flipped your sketchbook shut and stood up abruptly. “It was nice meeting all of you!” You called, choosing to ignore the slight shake in your voice. 

You walked to the counter and paid for your food, but before you could make it out the door, someone caught up to you. Once you were out on the street, you glanced to the side. It was certainly the last person you expected to see. 

Tsukishima didn’t say a word as he walked beside you. Normally, silences like this made you incredibly uncomfortable, but it didn’t feel that way with Tsukishima. You were well aware that the man was naturally quiet, often choosing not to say anything rather than force himself to talk. It was nice to not feel the need to fill the silence. You could just be. 

The two of you walked side by side until you reached your home. “This is me.” 

Tsukishima nodded to let you know he’d heard you, and you made your way up the driveway. 

“Thank you.”

You weren’t sure why he walked with you, but you didn’t really need to know. You slipped into your home, sliding off your shoes. You checked on your uniform. Sure enough, the stain was gone, leaving the button up pristinely white once again. You chucked it in the dryer and the rest of your uniform in the washer before retreating to your room. 

After finishing the last of your homework, you put your books away. The basketball lying tucked in the small space beside your dresser caught your eye. You picked it up gingerly. It was covered in a thin layer of dust. You collapsed onto your bed, turning the ball over in your hands. Its familiar weight. The rough surface of the ball. It soothed you almost as much as it made your chest ache. 

“You can play again.” 

You flinched. You hadn’t even noticed Narika enter your room. 

“You know I can’t.”

“You could!” She insisted. “The doctor said-”

You shot her a warning glare. “If I can’t play with everything I have, why play at all?”

“That’s not all there is to it.”

She was right, and you knew it. What happened at your old school had changed you. “It won’t be the same.” You murmured. “It’s too painful.”

“Y/n-” “Please.” You breathed. “I..It’s too soon.”

Narika nodded, watching sadly as you returned the basketball to its corner. She knew you needed time. The wounds were still healing. 

She gave you a quick hug, squeezing you gently. You relaxed into it, burying your face in her shoulder. She didn’t call out your quiet sniffles, and you were thankful for it.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #tsukishima kei #reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fanfiction #tsukishima imagine #volleyball #haikyuu fanfiction #karasuno

[bokubear]

their quirks | hq boys

feat. tendou satori, ushijima wakatoshi, yamaguchi tadashi, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, oikawa torū, daichi sawamura

warnings; none

tendou ^ he likes making paper cranes. he has since he was young. once he learned how, he takes every piece of paper on a stack and can make a hundred paper cranes. one night you walked into your shared bedroom and stopped dead. thousands of cranes littered the floor, and in the middle of the hoard sat tendou, smiling enthusiastically despite the dilemma.

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suna ^ when you do silly things you don’t mean and he takes a billion pictures just to use them as blackmail. his phone is practically taking pictures of you every millisecond. you ask him why not specific moments and he says: ‘if you take a lot at a time, you get a lot more action shots.’ this jerk-face.

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ushijima ^ he spends HOURS in the meat section. no he isn’t a food enthusiast, he just likes to see the meats available. he says to you: ‘in case we should try something new, good meat is healthy.’ of course the nutrition freak is always there, especially the grocery store.

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daichi ^ makes sure the door is locked. he’s seen to many of those memes about it. a massive peeve when he’s out with you to wonder if he locked the door or not. rushed and late? you have to wait, daichi needs to check the door. not only does it secure his protection, your protection is most important as well.

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oikawa ^ he winks at you. you glance at him sparingly? he will wink when you catch his gaze. it’s a habit he’s picked up from flirting with you. he likes it when you had first begun dating and he would wink in your direction and you’d become flustered. now he pouts because you’ve become completely unaffected.

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yamaguchi ^ he doodles. notebooks? doodles. an old paper? doodles. when it’s your notebook or textbook he likes to write little notes on pages you might visit often. cute hearts and things. instead of encouraging notes he likes little doodles. if you return the favor he will be bouncing around with happiness all day.

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tsukishima ^ homework. you may ask, or you may not but that’s out of the question. he will help you. not really ‘help’ but in his own way. which means when he sees your pencil not moving for a bit, or how you bite your lip and narrow your eyes, he slips beside you and corrects you. every single time. i swear it’s a routine for the salt-shaker.

-maak

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#🌱🌱🌱 #it’s wholesome 🌿 #hq #fluff #🌾 #hqxreader #haikyuuxreader #maakwrites. #oikawa x reader #oikawa torū #satori tendo x reader #tendou satori #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishimakei #tsukishima x reader

[goshiki-kun]

𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬.

── ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴꜱ.

Seems like you've caught someone's eye– question is, how will they catch yours?

featuring: sawamura daichi, oikawa tōru, kuroo tetsurō, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto kōtarō, and kita shinsuke.

content warning: none.

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KARASUNO — SAWAMURA DAICHI

✦ His love language is acts of service.

✦ Like, seriously, he just really wants to help you out in any way he can– that's just how he expresses his affection, platonic or not.

✦ Do you have a problem? No matter what it is, you can always bet that Sawamura's gonna be there to lend a helping hand (if you want one, of course).

✦ Sawamura knows to give you space to figure things out, but if he sees that you're seriously struggling and still refusing his assistance, he's going to give you a speech about how needing help isn't a weakness. Yeah, sorry, he's still going to be a dad whether or not you're his crush.

✦ He knows you're fully capable on your own, but he also just wants to show you that he's reliable and there when you need him.

✦ Plus, if you're carrying something heavy, he might get to show off how strong he is.

“Don't worry about it– I've always got your back. If you ever need something, let me know.”

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AOBA JOHSAI — OIKAWA TŌRU

✦ Let's get this out of the way– we all know that Oikawa is going to flirt with you. A lot. That's just how he is naturally, which probably means that you won't think twice about it.

✦ Still, he is going to use his words to do more than just make you flustered; while that's fun and all, he does actually want you to know how he sees you.

✦ He's also going to write you letters, notes, and maybe even poetry, and sneak them in your locker. Oikawa being Oikawa, however, he's going to sign all of them as “your secret admirer” to leave you guessing.

“Huh, they still haven't fessed up, have they? You know, if they don't hurry up and ask you out, I'll do it for them!”

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NEKOMA — KUROO TETSURŌ

✦ “Hey, you come around here often?” “...Kuroo-san, this is the cafeteria.”

✦ Like Oikawa, Kuroo is someone who uses his words; unlike Oikawa, he prefers to make you laugh and smile more than anything else.

✦ To him, your smile is a really precious sight, and your laughter is better than any music he's ever heard. Is that something he actually tried to say to you? Yes. Did he pass it off as a joke? Also yes.

✦ He likes to pass notes to you in class to try to make you laugh– usually either a pun, or a snide comment he made off the top of his head. Even though you and him are now on the opposite sides of the classroom, the notes always find their way back to you.

“If I was an enzyme, I'd be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes– h-hey, put the textbook down!”

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SHIRATORIZAWA — USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

✦ Look, even though Ushijima is blunt as a brick and honest to a fault, you're probably not going to notice anything out of the ordinary from him.

✦ He's just not someone to go out of his way to impress somebody, because he doesn't feel the need to. To him, the fact that he's developed feelings for you is proof enough that you're both very close.

✦ He hangs around you a lot, too– both because he enjoys your company and to ward off any unsavory individuals. Congratulations, you've just earned your scary dog privileges!

✦ Sooner or later, Ushijima is going to just straight up tell you that he likes you. In his eyes, there's no point in dancing around it, and he can handle rejection pretty well. However, you probably shouldn't expect there to be any cherry blossoms or fanfare.

“I like being around you– would you want to go on a date with me?”

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FUKURDŌDANI — BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

✦ You know he likes you before he knows that he likes you. I'm sorry, that's just the way this works.

✦ He's always going to be around you when he can– walking with you to your classes, eating lunch with you, taking you home, all that good stuff. He'll also want to try teaching you volleyball at some point, so get ready for that.

✦ Like he's just.. so sweet. He's your personal hypeman, and is always there for you when he can tell you're feeling down! He might not be the most perceptive of people, but he's good at cheering people up nonetheless.

✦ Bokuto compliments you so much, but he means every word of it! He really wants you to know how special you are to him!

✦ Will show off for you. If you go to watch his games, or even practices, he dedicates literally every spike to you, and puts his heart into every one of them!

“Hey, hey! You better be watching this! I'm gonna make this ball fly all the way across this court for you!”

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INARIZAKI — KITA SHINSUKE

✦ He's kind of similar to Ushijima in the sense that he doesn't really feel the need to do or say anything out of the ordinary– he just acts like he always does around you.

✦ If you happen to start liking him, he wants it to happen naturally, without him doing anything different.

✦ Still, though, he makes it a point to be there for you; he hates seeing you upset and is going to do what he can to help. If you're someone who gets anxious or has panic attacks, he's going to stay by your side and calm you down himself.

✦ He's going to bring you over to his house at some point, both because he wants to hang, but also because he wants to make sure you get along with his grandmother. Now, though, she keeps pestering him to marry you since you're "such a good, honest kid who would make a great partner".

“You know that I'll always be here for you, right? Whether you like or not, you've become an integral part of my routine.”

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thank you for reading this, and, if you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a like or reblogging! have a great day! - vince

#my writing #my headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #groups– the captains #sawamura daichi #oikawa tooru #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutarou #kita shinsuke #ushijima wakatoshi

[imagines-mha]

⭒ haikyuu x exam season ⭒

Daichi- when i say he is the MOODIEST person when studying. It’s all fun and games until you interrupt him one too many times and he fucking explodes. Needs 2 chill

Suga- his goal in life is to be an aesthetic studyblr like this man will go and get iced coffee, order the prettiest stationary and then spend 20 minutes organising it for his instagram. As for ACTUALLY studying? He’s amazing at it. Literally the person we all aspire to be

Asahi- anxiety crams before tests. He does more than like 70% of his classmates but is always convinced he’s fallen behind on everything. Cries a LOT when he doesnt understand smth

Noya- another one who cries only he does it SO easily. Personally victimised by anything past question 1. Gets literally everyone to do his work for him

Tanaka- tries so hard he really really does. His handwriting is a mess and his notes look like something a 7 year old would do. Gets everything wrong but doesnt let it stop him

Ennoshita- did someone say pretentious straight A student??? Offers to help his friends just so he can flex his pretty notes and intelligence. Seems like he has everything under control but really? He cries like once a night in the lead up to exams

Kageyama- he doesnt have any room for anything in his head that isnt volleyball. Hes hopeless

Hinata- LACKS COMMON SENSE SO BAD. He’ll finally understand EVERYTHING but write the answer in the wrong place or leave out a decimal place in the exam. Stupidest mistakes

Tsukishima- he sticks to a study schedule like what? Who tf sticks to a schedule? Doesnt like to flaunt his grades around anyone who isnt hinata and kageyama, but akiteru and his mom are 100% the type to post his grades all over facebook like “so proud of my son !!!!!!”

Yamaguchi- the king of saying he hasn’t done much for exams, but then stays up every night til 2am studying. He HATES people having any expectations of him so keeps all his preparation secret lmao.

Kuroo- hes smart and he flaunts it so bad. 100% a teacher's pet, especially for science. Around exam season he lives in the library. Motivates kenma to study with him too tho hes so supportive

Kenma- hes naturally smart, which is like 70% of the reason his grades are good bc he does NOT study. Leaves it all to the night before/ when hes with his friends in the library but other than that nope he doesnt have energy

Lev- doesn't fully register he’s taking a test until he’s 3 questions in and hasn’t written a single word. Then he starts panicking.

Bokuto- he goes through the 5 stages of grief every single time he has to study. Gets frustrated as hell when he cant understand something, gets distracted by everything, a mess. Always leads to him slamming his textbook shut and sulking for an hour

Akaashi- the only one in fukurodani who actually spreads his studying out over the year so he doesnt have to cram. He has pretty notes and diagrams but still gets so stressed smh

Konoha- “yeah ill study in ten minutes” *cue him 6 hours later only starting* studies mostly at night and doesnt care about grades , yet still manages to score really good on every test

Oikawa- if this man is anything he’s dedicated. Actually finds balance between volleyball and studying when exam season’s in full swing, but that doesnt mean he still doesnt overwork himself. Surviving on 40 minutes of sleep and coffee lmao

Mattsun- doesn’t take school seriously at all. Hes like “who cares im gonna die one day” “if i dont know it now ill never know it”. So fucking chill

Makki- tries to be like issei so bad but it fails every time. He’s like “yeah who cares about biology anyway lmao”. He is a liar. He cried for 2 hours over biology last night smh. Biology is actually his number one care.

Iwa- naturally smart and follows a routine. The only healthy studier in seijoh tbh. Motivates his friends so much though hes the only reason mattsun and makki pass smh

Ushijima- sounds pretentious but he doesnt mean it. The worst person to study with because hes so naturally smart and makes everyone feel stupid. Hes like “how do you not understand this? Its easy?”

Tendou- hes so average when it comes to studying i cant even explain it. He goes home and studies, has dinner, watches some anime and studies a little more, then just goes to bed? Never overly concerned about it but hes the best for calming nerves. Makes you really believe things will be okay

Goshiki- CHRONIC WORRIER OH MY GOD. definitely gets the shakes before an exam and almost has a fuckin panic attack every single time, never feels prepared but he really is. Needs tendou for emotional support

Atsumu- too confident in his abilities lmao. He’s like “yeah ive got this i totally know it” then acts shocked and appalled when he fails. Thinks he’s the main character, therefore he HAS to pass. He’s not. And he never learns.

Osamu- the slightly smarter twin yet still not exceptional in any way. Doesnt really care about grades, he knows there’s more to life but still studies enough to pass

Kita- hello mr “whats a failing grade”. Never stresses and never fails. Actually the top of his class in basically everything. Manages to study and still find time for hobbies.

Aone- i am convinced a hug from him would get me through exam season every single year. Another person who just? Doesnt stress? Follows a routine and doesnt mind if he doesnt know something in the test. wow

Futakuchi- “i dont care about exams at all fuck them” *gets 53% and cries*. He doesnt have the patience to study and feels betrayed when all his friends actually do the work

Koganegawa- hes like hinata only he actually passes most of the time. Works SO hard and gets so happy when it pays off!! Always treats himself to mcdonalds after an exam thats self love babie

Terushima- you need to be cautious around this man. He’ll spend every night of exam season partying and ignoring any responsibility, yet still come out with 100% in everything. Where does he find the time? How does that work? What the fuck?

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