#dejected bokuto

[jesswritesthat]

Bokuto Kōtarō: Misunderstanding

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff

• Bokuto likes you, but gets the completely the wrong idea. You’re fine being friends though, right? A MSBY beach training session will sort that out.

Warnings: None

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Being surrounded by rowdy division 1 volleyball players wasn't how you expected it to be, you'd expected their level of professionalism to be carried over into their everyday lives - but this was not the case. Gladly so, honestly.

They were chaotic and mischievous, oblivious and loving, with a shenanigan never too far away. This was especially true for Bokuto, the wing Spiker who you'd become undeniably close with.

It was no secret he'd felt the same, always greeting you first and walking you home if you remained after his false promises of 'one more'.

MSBY could see it plain as day, though Bokuto had insisted you were only one of his best friends, there was a growing attraction imbued to his actions. How his gaze softened upon seeing you, how he'd memorised your boundaries so he could utilise physical contact, and how he'd effortlessly fit into your everyday life.

The teasing of his current teammates was swiftly dismissed as a joke however, when he received a visit from a particular nutritionist that seemed to shatter everyones' perceptions. Yukippe and Bokuto spent the entire visit by one another's side leaving you all to simply get on with your respective jobs.

"So you're pretty close with them huh?"

Shirofuku Yukie observed, the former manager of Fukurōdani - a team Bokuto truly cherished and would enthusiastically talk to you about late into the night and then profusely apologise for keeping you out so late whilst walking you home or preparing his bed for you to crash in. Yet every time, the love never faded.

It meant Yukie, like the rest of the team, was special to him.

"Didn't you hear me tell you the last 10 times Yukippe? We're not together, only friends and that's it - right (Y/n)?" He'd called after you for support when you'd walked past, yourself heaving a dejected sigh when answering and leaving the room.

"Platonic with a capital P."

The nutritionist seemed a little deflated by your deadpan response and lack of flustering to her claims as you disappeared through the gym doors, having hoped you'd felt the same attraction as her old Ace clearly did to you.

"Friends don't... you don't look at your friends like that Kōtarō. Not once did you ever look at Fukurōdani like that." Yukie pleadingly justified, both former Fukurōdani members outcast from the speculation regarding them.

"I know... but I can't help it." Bokuto hummed hopelessly, the truth making his emotions even more jarring. "I'd date them in a heartbeat, honestly."

"Then why don't you birdbrain?"

"Eh?! Because I can't! They're just not into... I mean they prefer..." He froze again, this time due to his uncertainty about your sexuality being public knowledge - you'd scolded him on not thinking before he speaks multiple times, and this was one of those times. "They're... just a friend."

———

It was the day you dreaded, the MSBY Jackals had decided to head out to the beach to try an unorthodox form of training recommended by Hinata. The man had experience as a beach volleyball player and suggested playing on sand had increased both his power and balance for on court matches also.

So here you stood, watching a bunch of physically fit pro athletes in swimwear play varying matches of beach volleyball. You'd crafted a necessary regime though and prepared everything required, and it seemed your team were surprised by your less formal appearance (as you're fairly certain this trip wasn't entirely for training purposes considering they'd reserved a chunk of their schedule for swimming and such).

As expected they'd garnered a fair bit of admiration but you remained oblivious to the attention you were getting, even if the team were protectively aware. All the more amusing when Bokuto noticed it too, overhearing a nearby strangers comment along the lines of "...really hot, I'll try to talk to them when they’re finished talking and I get the chance." directed toward you.

It was no surprise (to the team) when their loud mouth decided to make an overly showy entrance.

"Then we can work on— argh the hell?" You pulled the MSBY track jacket from your head, revealing a bemused team and happy-go-lucky Bokuto walking backwards presenting himself with arms wide.

"Don't want you damaging your skin in the sun!" A double thumbs up and cheesy grin was sent your way courtesy of the spiker much to your chagrin. Is this how that Akaashi guy felt catching jackets all the time?

Regardless you put it on, resuming your informative update and even when you were done, you missed the unanimous smirks of the team due to no interruptions despite having the chance.

MSBY had taken a brief break in the sea / sunbathing and to your expectancy there was a commotion in the water, having used your hand as shade to see you immediately regretted doing so. Kōtarō had stepped out of the ocean, muscles dripping and hair unfairly framing his face with a bright grin on his features. You hated this job, you hated this job, god dammit why?! Naturally he was greeted by two beautiful women and you're certain they'd complimented him and asked a question but he strolled right past them - only then did you realise his gaze was locked on you.

In a second a finger gently lifted your chin and you were met with the most beautiful sight you'd ever seen in your life, the sunlight highlighting his skin only disabling your thoughts further.

"Hey hey hey! What are you staring at (Y/n)? You zoned out."

"Uh— I, breathtaking..." You'd breathed it in way that caught Kōtarō off guard, amber irises analytically scanning your eyes, then lips, prior to turning to the horizon which snapped you back to reality.

"Yeah it is an incredible view huh?" He'd moved to stand by your side now, hands proudly on his hips.

"Yeah the view." A pause, then a glare. "Kōtarō those women...!"

"He really doesn't have eyes for anyone else does he?" Hinata chuckled, watching the scene unfold alongside Atsumu.

"Nah, (Y/n) is the only one who doesn't realise though."

They overheard your faint protest of how 'women were trying to talk to him and he shouldn't have just ignored them like that' but Bokuto seemed to happily dismiss it.

"Why so mad? Did you think they were pretty? I can introduce you if you want (Y/n)?"

His reply was questionable, and once Bokuto had gone over to Atsumu and Hinata (who were defitely flustering him about something) you fell into thought. You'd seen Atsumu address everyone who tried to flirt with him, the same with the other players but the fact Bokuto had just ignored them was so strange. Normally he enjoyed praise after matches, or any time really. Maybe he'd reached his limit today?

You didn’t have time to further ponder it though when you were interrupted by the aforementioned trio.

“Hey (N/n)! We’re gonna have another game, will you be my partner?”

“Did you run out of teammates or something? Or did Sakusa say no?”

“No! Jeez, I wanted you to set for me is that such a crime?” Bokuto jokingly pouted, yourself only shaking your head in bemusement.

“I’m in, makes sense to put the two Spikers on different teams.”

“Sure. That’s why Bokkun asked.”

———

It was a late practice tonight but you still thought the beach trip a week ago had imbued them with motivation. As the final practice match came to an end, the team prepared to head off separately. However, Meians’ partner had come for him today and you regretfully found yourself admiring the pair - how they'd brought food for him, and waited for him to go home together.

A defeated sigh escaped you, and only then did you take note of the presence beside you.

"Are you thinking about trying whatever they were eating?" Kōtarō spoke, gym bag over his shoulder having followed your direction of sight.

"Sorta? Well more like... no it's stupid." You embarrassingly waved it off, starting toward the exit when a gentle grip clasped your wrist.

"I'll still listen, stupid is more fun. Plus now I'm hungry."

You watched as he planted himself on the bench, a competitive aura about him that said 'I’m not moving until you tell me' and who were you to deny the person who was walking you home.

"Well, I was just thinking about going out with someone but I don't think it's in the cards for me."

Your calm nature and words seemed to surprise him, Bokutos' eyes widening slightly and for a second you swore he was contemplating more than usual.

"You're really awesome, you know that right?" You turned to him now, completely puzzled. "Anyone would be so lucky to have you, I'd be ecstatic, so try to see yourself how I see you."

"If you see me so positively, maybe you should just date me yourself Kōtarō." You jokingly laughed along with that accompaniment when he abruptly stood up with renewed determination.

"I would! I love you as a friend anyway and I've liked you for ages, but I can't."

"What?! I thought you liked Shirofuku hence why you were telling her we were just friends." You facepalmed, but reiterated your point of view to aid with his understanding.

"No I— I thought you were only into girls!"

…

There was a mortified silence, like the whole gymnasium had heard this and decided to tune in to listen. You're almost certain you heard Atsumu choke.

"Since when?! Where did you even get the idea?"

“Huh? I dunno, overheard ‘Tsum ‘Tsum mention it once, and you’ve never been bothered by male attention so I didn’t pry.”

“And you believed Miya Atsumu instead?!” You swear you heard the entire remaining team unanimously facepalm, grumbling curses under their breath despite Miyas’ hopeless protest.

“You gotta trust your teammates right? But when you put it like that…” Bokuto looked sheepish, despite his adamant defence of his setter which only left you laughing out loud.

“What’s so funny? It was a misunderstanding, I didn’t treat you differently and love you all the same no matter who you like.”

You paused, sighing hopelessly with a soft smile matching your new tone.

"Bokuto... I like you."

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[ Masterlist ]

#bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou imagine #bokuto koutarou x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #anime x reader #anime imagine #bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto

[mari-writes]

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“Are you sure about this? You know I’ll support you not matter what. But dude, you’re definitely good enough to go pro!”

Kuroo glances at Bokuto, seated next to him at the bar. His friend is looking down into his drink, brow furrowed, shoulders drooping slightly. He sighs. “Yes, I’m sure. I have other things I want to do.”

Bokuto nods silently, still looking a bit dejected. And Kuroo understands. He really does. Their final university tournament is fast approaching. After that series of games, they’ll be focused on exams, job interviews, and preparing to move out.

The two of them had shared a university, including a bunch of classes, a volleyball team, and even a living space for the past few years. Their lives had intertwined so much so that Bokuto became more than just a “second best friend.”

He’s more like a brother now.

But their futures are finally heading in opposite directions, and Kuroo can admit—it’s a bit daunting. Emotions are running high. “It’s not like I won’t be involved in volleyball,” he adds. “I couldn’t stay away even if I tried. But I think I want to work from behind the scenes from now on.”

Bokuto’s mouth twitches into a smile. “You DO have a lot of options, don’t you?” Kuroo had double majored in Biology and Marketing & Communications, all while maintaining his spot on the team. He had been unanimously voted captain in his final year, of course choosing Bokuto as his vice. College had been crazy, but a good kind of crazy, for the most part.

“I want to keep ‘lowering the net,’” Kuroo says. “I want to get as many people interested in volleyball as I can.”

Bokuto’s grin turns toothy. He leans in to clank their glasses together. “Now THAT’S what I’m talking about!" They both take a long swig. The liquor burns Kuroo’s throat briefly before a warm, fuzzy feeling settles into his chest.

“You know, I’m really glad we were here together.” Bokuto’s voice is lowered, just loud enough to be heard over the din. Kuroo shifts on his stool, but stays silent, allowing his friend to continue. “It was… hard to accept that Keiji wouldn’t be continuing volleyball after high school. And even harder when he chose a different college.”

Kuroo nods in understanding. While it hadn’t been a surprise that Kenma announced he’d be choosing another path, it was still difficult to accept.

“I don’t think I could’ve done it without you here, Kuroo!”

Frowning, Kuroo reaches to punch his friend lightly in the arm. “Oi!” He tuts. “Stop that. Or else I’m gonna tell on you to your boyfriend. I know for a fact that Akaashi hates when you cut yourself down!” Bokuto just shrugs. “C’mon, Bo. You would’ve been fine. Great, even. I mean, aside from maybe Chibi-chan, you’re the best at making friends. You make your biggest rivals want to cheer for you!”

“Hey, Hinata’s not so ‘Chibi’ anymore!” Bokuto chuckles. “Have you seen his latest photos from Brazil? My disciple is turning into an absolute beast!”

They both laugh, and Kuroo relaxes. He’d been pretty worried about telling Bokuto about his plans. But now that it’s done, he finally feels at peace. “You’re going to go far with volleyball,” he declares, raising his glass once again. “I just know it. But someday you might want to put that Education degree to use, too. Hit me up when that happens, okay?”

Bokuto’s smile is blinding. “Yeah!” He nods enthusiastically. “We could coach at a school, or put a volleyball camp together or something!”

Kuroo winks. “Now THAT sounds like a solid plan.”

//

I’ve been thinking about Kuroo and Bo’s friendship a lot lately, especially since I saw that leaked sketch of them leading a kids' volleyball camp together. It’s just so special to me. 🥺❤️ Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please comment and share!

#bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #bokuroo friendship #bokuaka #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #my writing #drabble #ficlet

[incorrect-highkyuu]

Bokuto: Sakusa, I made you a friendship bracelet, let's get along now that we're teammates! Sakusa: You know, I'm not really a jewellery person... Bokuto, dejected: You don't have to wear it if you don't want to. Sakusa: No I'm gonna wear it forever, back off!

#bokuto koutarou #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu #msby black jackals #fukuroudani #itachiyama #source: unknown #okay I know this is just my wishful thinking #but these two would have a great dynamic I just know it

[erosxreader]

Please stop talking || Bokuto Kōtarō

You and Bokuto have hung out a couple of times and Bokuto isn’t good at being subtle, or causal.

Pairing: Bokuto Kōtarō x Reader

Word Count: 979

Genre: I like to think it’s funny, and romantic

Note: did you know that Mr.Virguto Kōtarō is also a Scorpio Venus?

other note: You know how sometimes a good story starts in the middle?

“Bokuto, I’m saying no”

“Why not?”

“Because I just met you two weeks ago.”

“Two weeks is more than enough time to know if you’re in love”

“Yeah if your brain only has the storage for 3 weeks” Y/N snorted before turning back around to face the substitute teacher. They plainly stared forward, trying to ignore the burning bokuto-shaped whole in the back of their head.

“That’s not fair, you know me” he gestures to himself unbeknownst to Y/N, “yo-you” he began, his voice growing uncharacteristically tender, “you know my body”

Y/N rolled their eyes, a habit they’ve become accustomed to when Bokuto gets too much free time.

“I kissed you on the cheek once”

“Is my cheek not my body?”

“You’re beyond ridiculous. And I’m not going to be in relationship with you.” With that rejection he went silent, the sound of dejected paper rustling followed not too far behind.

It’s only when he shuts up does a twinge of guilt find its way into their chest. They don’t *need* to explain themselves to him and he wasn’t asking for an explanation. And yet,

“Okay look,” they turned to look him, his brows quivered on his forehead. His lips sat in a defeated pout, that had little to no affect on Y/N’s next words.

“I’ll admit, I’ve had a lot of fun the past couple of days,” a smile began to creep on his face,

“BUT I am well aware that the captain of any sport is nothing but trouble and I don’t do trouble.” Bokuto scoffed offendedly.

“I’m nowhere near trouble, trouble has never heard of me”

Y/N knowingly raised their eyebrows. They could name three near-suspension incidents off the top of their hand. Two that involved a red volleyball captain and an orange one and the school water fountain.

“You are trouble in a bad haircut”

“You love it. C’mon, Give me one chance, one date.”

“Nope”

“Two chances, three dates?”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“No.”

He groaned in frustration. “Come on”.

Y/N shrugged and resumed facing forward. They tapped their finger impatiently against the pencil, hitting the cover of Fukorodani’s newest newspaper addition. At the top it read:

OUR TICKET TO NATIONALS

In the middle of the page, sat a picture black and white picture of Bokuto with his hands stretched over him. He was in the air, doing a spike. A small grin grew on their face, his smile was contagious even through film.

“How do you smile at a picture of me more than at my actually face?”

“For starters, a picture can’t talk.”

“I’ll win nationals.” He slams his hand against his desk in declaration. “And THEN you’ll go out with me”

Y/N let out a short laugh, shaking the newspaper out to read. “And what does you winning do for me? Other than enlarge your ego”

He thought for a full minute, and the way his browns were furrowed you could see his wheels turning.

“Well I can’t be much trouble if I’m winning National Titles.” Y/N blinked.

“Come on you know I’m hot and then when I win you’ll know I’m serious.” When Y/N turned their head to show him a knowingly glace, they were greeted with an empty seat.

In front of them he stood in all his glory. The light from outside cascaded across his frame. From this angle his hair color nearly blended together, existing in a world of platinum and shadow.

He bent down to reach their desk, resting his elbows on their table. Swear glistened off his temples.

“When I want something y/n” his voice took a deep breath in, letting his head and eyes travel onto theirs. His gray eyes shook, his iris unable to sit, running from each point of his companions face.

Y/N couldn’t call it studying their face, but an absorption of the whole. They shifted uncomfortably in their seat, feeling rather caught than chased for. He smiled as his eyes grew wide. It was like he was on ecstasy, experiencing the high of a victory he hasn’t won yet.

“I get you Y/N. And I fucking love you. So just let me fucking love you”

There was a pause. The buzzing of the classroom chatter did little to conceal to weight of the silence.

“You’re up against Shiratorizawa, you’re toast.”

“Not if I’m motivated, by you know you-“

“I get it I get it.”

He took a step back off their table, “so?”

He was met with silence, and after a long minute, Bokuto let out a final defeated sigh, dragged the weight of his limbs back to his seat. He began to put his head down, when a newspaper slams onto his desk. A manicured nail pointed at his picture.

“If I’m going to date a captain, he has to be the Number 1 captian”

Bokuto’s head shot up, his hair as high as his eyebrows. He flashes a toothy grin.“You’re in luck, I am Number one”

“I bet you are big guy”

The ringing of the bell rung, final sealing for their sentencing. “Well” Y/N cleared their throat, and rose from their seat.

They leave the classroom beside one another. Bokuto held his hand out to hold Y/N’s bag, which Y/N declined beneath a hue of red cheeks.

“Well it’s time for you to go hit a ball and be proud of it”.

“Can I get another kiss on the cheek?”.

“After you beat karasuno, I’ll think about it”

“God I love you.”

“Go fetch your ball Bokuto” he nodded enthusiastically as he began to walk in the other direction towards the gym.

Y/N let out a cathartic deep breath, their hands wrapped tightly around the school paper. ‘You always get to a point of your life where you’re going to have to gamble on something and sometimes the bigger the bet, the high the reward’

Please don’t make me look stupid, Bokuto.

As Y/N eyes chased him down the hall, they noticed a signup sheet hung up by the gym door. It was too far to make out much but in big bold letters stood font.

SIGN UP HERE!

NEW MANAGERS FOR SPORT TEAMS!

#bokuto koutarou #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Admire You

*hand kink activated 😳

Shoyo Hinata x Female! Reader (she/her pronouns)

**reader does have a few identifying characteristics like glasses/contacts, mentions of hair, shy personality

⚠️ 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

Warnings: fluff, Slight angst, self conscious reader, kissing (so much kissing, probably too much), Hinata grips readers ass alot, oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding because Hinata is horny, unprotected sex (absolutely zero fucks were given but please be smarter than my whore ass is in these stories), also Hinata and Reader are both consenting adults

Word count: 11k+ 😃 because why the fuck not

AN: dear god, it's me again- sorry in advance ✌🏻 this is the first of my Haikyu! Trope Series so it's all going downhill from here.

Taglist: @cookiesandmilksx; @mrs-bakashi; @korrynn-nadine ; @alreadyinsane; @maysxxc; @bakugousdarling

One thing Shoyo Hinata is certain of, it’s his ability to wow his audience.  He's always perceived as the underdog but when it came time to showcasing his skills, he more than proved he deserved to be center stage.  As a starting player for MSBY, Hinata was use to the constant attention of women.  They were constantly throwing themselves at the players hoping for even one ounce of their affection. At first, it was flattering. It was exciting to be the attention of so many beautiful ladies, offering them whatever they desired. That excitement soon wore off, constantly dealing with fan girls who only wanted one thing from him. It was exhausting.  The same girls came to every game and soon he was use to seeing their faces, all of them blurring together.  He never remembered their names, even after spending a night with them. he never cared to remember because there was nothing but sex involved, pleasure for both him and his partner. 

However, that wasn’t the case with you. He had seen you a few times.  He always  thought you were pretty but then again, he thought a lot of girls were pretty.  To any normal person, you weren’t anything special, just another nameless face in the crowd of spectators. You attended nearly every MSBY home game, always sitting in the crowd alone.  You never stood out, never got over excited but you were always there.  Hinata noticed that you’d bring paper and a pencil with you, often times writing or something. He figured you were a reporter of some kind, but he wasn’t sure why you weren’t courtside like the rest of them, surely you couldn’t see well enough from up there.  His curiosity surrounding you only grew, every single game he wondered more and more about your identity.  You always stayed after the game ended, waiting for the crowds to disperse as watching as the players did their interviews and became over ran with fan girls.  You watched from a distance, never approaching or saying anything, always keeping your head down. After one game, Hinata even tried to track you down, dodging as many people as he could just to get close to you.  When he spotted you, he tried to call for you but because he didn’t know your name, there was no way to get your attention specifically. 

Hinata returned to the locker room, dejected as Sakusa watched him.  “Didn’t catch her did ya?” He said, chuckling a little at his junior.  “I don’t understand. She comes to every single game and we don’t even know her name. She’s never once come up to even greet us” Hinata said, sitting on the bench and resting his forearms on his thighs.

“Maybe she’s just stuck up?” Atsumu added, pulling his shirt off and tossing it in the laundry bin.  Sakusa rolled his eyes, grabbing his towel and walking to the showers, “just because she doesn’t want to fight your fan girls doesn’t mean she’s stuck up.”  Atsumu mocked Sakusa as he grabbed his towel following the wing-spiker.  Hinata sat on the bench, pondering his next move, trying to figure out the best way to meet you.  Bokuto sat down next to him, slapping his back “maybe you should yell for her after the game? That will get her attention.”  The guys all laughed as Barnes shook his head in the guys direction. 

“Maybe you should try leaving a message for her at the box office?  I’m sure the ladies who work up there must know her, she comes to ever single game right?” he suggested.  “Yeah, and then you won’t scare her off by shouting like a manic at the crowd” Inunaki added. 

“Hey that’s a good idea” Hinata said jumping up and running out to the box office.   “Hey dumbass, get changed first” Meian yelled after him as the guys all laughed at Hinata’s enthusiasm. 

“Ahh Mr. Hinata” one of the box office ladies said “what can I help you with?”  Hinata looked at them and smiled his gorgeous smile, “I kind of have a strange request but I think you can help me” he said, “there’s a women” he said describing your looks “she comes for every single game and I’d like to talk with her.”

 “Oh, that’s Miss YN” on the other ladies said as Hinata perked up.  YN, he repeated in his mind, your name really did fit you.  “YN is the sweetest angel. She’s always bringing us sweets she baked and checking up on us” one of the ladies noted.

“yes, and she’s always carrying around that drawing pad” another added “she’s so very talented.  She draws a lot of action shots!  I’ve seen them and they are like a picture they are so good!  I’ve told her to show them to you boys but she always blushes and pushes off the subject. I think she’s pretty shy.”

So, what he saw was you drawing, it all made sense now.  Hinata listened intently to the ladies talk about you and gush over how sweet and kind you were.  If Hinata didn’t think he needed to meet you before, he definitely did now.  “Can you tell her to wait for me here after the game on Saturday?  I’d really love to talk to her but she’s always leaves before I can catch her.”

“Oh of course dear” one of the ladies said, making a note. Hinata smiled and thanked the women profusely for their help.  He smiled as he made his way back to the locker room.  He was finally going to meet you, to learn more about the mysterious fan he had grown so attached to. 

You locked your apartment, your arms filled with your pencils and notepad.  You were off to MSBY’s weekly game, something you had loved to do.  You boarded the train, heading down to the arena as you made your way to the box office.  You adored MSBY and were yourself a big fan of professional volleyball.  You didn’t necessarily play but you loved watching the sport, enamored by the literal art of the players movements on the court.  MSBY had been your favorite team for a while and now even more so that Shoyo Hinata played.  You loved watching his receives and his incredible spikes.  His jumping power was off the chart and there were times it could be mistaken almost for flying.  You had drawn a shameful amount of Hinata the past few weeks, finding yourself unmistakably drawn to the wing-spiker.  Several times you had tried to talk yourself into introducing yourself but your attempts often failed.  You were shy by nature and preferred to stay out of the spotlight. You even posted your art under a pen name, preferring anonymity.  You had turned down interviews, meet and greets and everything just to avoid unnecessary social interaction. It wasn’t that you hated talking to people, it was that you were worried your shyness would interfere. 

“Oh Miss YN, hello!” the lady at the box office said as you smiled back at her.  “Hello Delores, it’s nice to see you again” you said pushing your hair behind your ears and adjusting your glasses. You often wore contacts but your eyes had been strained from working on a digital portfolio for a client so you chose to give them a rest.  “Miss YN” Alice, another box office lady chimed in “one of the MSBY players asked to meet with you after the game.  He asked for if you would please wait by the box office after the game” she said as your eyes widened.  “I um- I um” you said stuttering as the ladies smiled at you, your face turned bright red.

 “Don’t worry Miss YN, it’s a good thing” Alice said winking at you. You nodded as you walked to your seat, mind flooded with who could want to speak with you.  The players from MSBY were all gorgeous and all of them completely out of your league. You tried to distract yourself from the end of the game as you watched the players come onto the court.  You grabbed your drawing pad and paper, preparing to set up to draw one of Atsumu’s sets. It often took you an entire game to get the drawing just right because they were constantly moving.  Drawing Atsumu’s perfect form was difficult because you felt like you were never able to fully capture its beauty.  You look up, looking towards the line up waiting to warm up when he caught your eye.  He was staring at you, Shoyo Hinata was staring right at you.  You quickly averted your eyes, looking down at your paper and pretending to draw.  You peeked up, trying to be nonchalant as you noticed a smile sneak on his face as he looked at you.  Your face burned with embarrassment as you tried to avoid looking at him.  You caught his eye several times during warm ups, until the game finally started. It was almost a relief when the whistle blew and the match began. You found yourself struggling to draw, your mind focusing on other things as you heard the final whistle sound. MSBY had, of course, won the match.  You stayed in your seat like you normally did, waiting for everyone around you to leave.  You silently packed up your belongings in your tote bag, glancing down occasionally to see the team. They were doing their normal interviews and interacting with their fans. You can’t say you weren’t jealous of how the girls on the court could flirt so effortlessly.  They made it look so easy.  Their eyes fluttering and their laughs adorable.   You knew that would never be you. 

You stood up as you took one last look at the court.  You caught Hinata’s eyes once again as he was surrounded by his fan-girls.  You turned, walking towards the box office nervously. What did this person want? Did they think you were weird for always attending their games and never introducing yourself? Did they see your drawings and think they were garbage?  The thoughts plagued your mind as you made your way towards a bench, sitting and waiting. You took out your sketch book, calmly and quietly sketching people around you to relax your nerves.    

Hinata rushed his interviews, not even paying any mind of the girls throwing themselves against him. He ran through the corridor to the back of the arena, pushing doors open as he emerged in the lobby of the stadium. He looked around, not seeing anyone, his mood deflating at the thought that you didn’t receive his message or worse that you wouldn’t wait for him. Suddenly he saw you, your head bent down over your sketch book, mind elsewhere.  He really didn’t want to disturb you.  He had grown fond of watching you sketch during the teams games. He slowly approached you so as to not frighten you.  Hinata wasn’t huge by any means but he was still a professional athlete, lean and muscular.  “Umm hi” he said, causing you to jump, your pencil flying and your notebook crashing to the ground.  You’re eyes shot to him as you quickly hurried to retrieve your dropped items. 

“Dammit” he chuckled “I really tried not to frighten you but I guess I failed”.  You smiled a little at him, picking up your notebook as you reached for your pencil at the same time as he did, your hands grazing.  You quickly pulled your hand away, blushing as he picked it up and handed it to you.

 “Its- its OK. I was just lost in my own world” you said, laughing embarrassed as Hinata smiled down at you.

“Can I see them?  Also, I’m Shoyo Hinata by the way” He said as you looked up to him, his gorgeous hazel eyes meeting yours.  “I know who you are, I’m YN LN and umm- I mean you can but I’m not very good” you said looking down at the floor.  You had always been self-conscious of yourself and your art. No matter how much praise you received, you never believed you were good enough. 

“I think I should be the judge of that” he said, sitting on the bench next to you as he reached for your notebook. You wordlessly handed it to him, not making eye contact. Hinata couldn’t help but smile at your shyness. He thought it was cute how you avoided looking at him and how you stuttered nervously when you spoke.  He opened your book to the first page, his eyes widening and his jaw falling slack.  Careful not to smudge any of the drawings, Hinata gazed at and studied your incredible art.  They looked like real photographs, live action shots taken from the MSBY games. He saw his teammates, the coaches and even some of the regular fans. He noted himself, several times gracing the pages of your book. He looked like he was flying, his form incredible captured in your masterpieces.

“YN these are- these are fucking insane!” He said, looking at them “seriously the team needs to see these!  You could be selling these, they are spectacular” he raved.  You smiled down at your book and looked back at him. He noticed your eyes sparkling at his compliment and he found them incredibly beautiful.  “I-I just do them as a hobby” you say shrugging.  “You are so talented YN, people need to see your art” He said “do you think I could grab your number?  I’d love to hang out sometime. You can bring your sketch book and show the team too!  Or I could do it if your too shy” he said, noting your fidgeting.  “umm I- I uhhh “you said stuttering again.  He looked over at you, realizing how painfully nervous you were but he couldn’t help but find it incredibly cute, wanting to do nothing more than hug you.

 “How about this?  You give me your number and you meet me here.  I have individual training every Thursday night from 6pm to 8pm.  You can draw and we can maybe chat some more?” He said as you study your book in his hands.  “Ok I’d like that” you said softly, looking up at him, eyes almost sparkling at your response. Hinata felt his heart skip a beat, he was so excited you had said yes.  He handed you your book back, jumping up and turning to head to the locker room.  “I’ll text you YN!” He said backing up as he turned to leave.  You sat there, waiting for him to get your number before you realized he forgot.  “Uh Shoyo-“you tried to say as the bouncy man grew further away. Thankfully Sakusa was walking out of the door just as Hinata was walking back, he watched you as you attempted to grab the feral gingers attention.

“I got her number Omi Omi!” Hinata said shouting at the top of his lungs.  You sat there, still trying to get his attention as Sakusa looked from you to Hinata and sighed “where is it?” He said studying Hinata.

 Hinata’s eyes looked confused as he looked down, realizing he completely forgot to get your number.  He turned around quickly, making sure you hadn’t snuck away, relief flooding him at seeing you still sitting in the same spot. 

“You fucking idiot” Sakusa said rolling his eyes and shaking his head as Hinata turned to run back to you, nearly running you over in the process.  He pulled out his phone and handed it to you as you laughed a little and typed your number in.

 “See you Thursday YN!” He said, shouting and waving as he turned to run back to locker rooms, excitement filling him as he counted down the days to his personal training time. 

You were nervous as you checked yourself in your full-length mirror.  You wore jeans and a nice shirt, putting a little extra effort into your makeup and hair than you usually you.  Your mind was flooded with anxiety because of your date with Shoyo, or at least, that’s what he called it.  You weren’t entirely sure what it was, you had just planned to watch him practice and to draw but you guessed one could consider this a date.  After giving Hinata your number, he almost immediately texted you as you boarded the train home. 

“I’m glad I finally caught you :D” the text read as you smiled, saving his number and responding.

 “Sorry I was so illusive ;)” you responded, smiling to yourself as you sent the text.  Your messages continued over the next few days, gradual at first but picking up as you got closer to Thursday.  You could tell home excited Shoyo had been for your date. “YN TONIGHT YOU GET TO COME WATCH ME PRACTICE” the text said as you laughed at his enthusiasm.  He always managed to make even the most mundane, everyday conversations exciting and you loved it.  He asked you if you’d send him some of your art work to show the team.  You decided to send him a variety of images you were more proud of including a wipe-out Sakusa had done and a wicked block by Meian. 

“Holy shit these are so good!” Atsumu said, observing the one of him setting and Bokuto flying in for a spike.

“I’d say!  Damn we should commission her to do our advertisements!  Imagine how much interest we’d get with art like this” Bokuto added, swiping through the various images.  “Hinata, ask if she’d be interested.  I also know they are always looking for action items at the fundraisers” Meian added, pulling his shirt on as Hinata nodded. 

“Imagine how much money a perfect image of me would bring at auction” Atsumu said, dreaming. “Probably less than average” Inunaki said causing everyone to laugh. 

You rode the train to the arena, arriving just as the last of the team was leaving.  You silently walked towards the door, clutching your bag as the guys all studies you. 

“Hey YN” Meian said as you startled, looking up and quickly away.  “Umm hi” you said back, waving and fidgeting a little.  Meeting new people always made your nervous and your awkwardness made it even worse.   Meian smiled down at you and held the door.  “He’s in the last gym at the end of the hall” he said as you smiled and nodded.

“You’ll probably hear the balls slamming and Hinata shouting” Sakusa added as all the guys laughed.  You smiled again, as you waved them off.  You walked down the hall, as you heard the tall tale signs of a volleyball hitting the floor.  You peeked around the open door, seeing Hinata setting up for a jump serve.  You silently observed him as he tossed the ball up and it slammed into the other side of the court. You watched mesmerized at his power and how awesome the serve was.  “YN” Hinata screamed as you jumped a little.  You still weren’t use to his energetic personality.  He walked up to you, pulling you into a sweaty hug as you stiffened at his actions.  You weren’t exactly use to affection from the opposite sex, usually not standing out enough to really be noticed. 

“You jumped less this time!  You must be getting use to me” Hinata chuckled as you smiled.  “Sorry” you said, looking down and fidgeting with your hands nervously.  Hinata smiled, lifting you chin up with his fingers, his eyes catching yours.  “Hey don’t apologize!  I know I’m overbearing but that’s just who I am” he said as you smiled at him, meeting his eyes fully as he smiled back, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the gym and sitting you on the bench. 

“You look pretty YN!  Sorry I’m all sweaty and gross” he added as you blushed at the compliment.  He was still holding your hand tightly as he pulled you towards the bleachers. “You are practicing Shoyo, it’s ok” you said, noticing how bug his hands were in comparison to yours.  Releasing your hand, he grabbed your shoulders and guided you to sit on the bench. 

“Alright time for me to show you, my skills!  I’ve been working on my spike serve and jump floaters.  Neither of which I’m particularly skilled at” he said laughing as he rubbed the back of his head.  “I would do some spikes but I sent Atsumu home because I wanted it to just be you and me” he said smiling at you, a slight blush forming on his face.

“Umm I- I uh can set for you if you’d like” you said, Hinata’s eyes widening as he pulled you to the court quickly, dragging you to the center. 

“YN, I didn’t know you could play” he said as he placed you where the setter would be.  “I’m not very good” you laugh lightly as Hinata backs up, grabbing a ball and waving off your comment. 

“It’s fine YN, I need to get use to all sorts of tosses anyways” he said “ready?” You nodded as he tossed to you, you set the ball, fumbling a little but still, Hinata’s spike was flawless.

“Oh, hell yeah!” He screamed as you laughed out loud, Hinata running and high fiving you.  “When you said you weren’t good YN, did you mean that like when you said you were good at drawing?” He said, smirking at you.  You laughed again and shook your head.  “Well I’m not Atsumu Miya” you said as Hinata laughed loudly.

“Oh, trust me YN, the world doesn’t need another one of those” he said as he went back to the line and tossed to you again. Soon you got the hang of it and before you knew it, the two hours had flown by.  Your body was sore and you were sweating some from the work out.  You were second guessing your choice of jeans and a blouse. Shoyo had put you through the ringer but it had been so fun, laughing and talking more than you had to anyone in forever.  Shoyo offered to take you home, saying the train station was too far away in the dark for you to be walking alone.  You hesitantly agreed, making him smile as you waited patiently for him to change. 

He walked to your apartment door, as you thanked him for making sure you arrived safely.  “So, I’ll see you at the game on Saturday?” He said as you nodded unlocking your door.  You could hear Shoyo murmuring something from behind you as you turned to look at him.

“I’d like to take you on a date after the game YN” he said suddenly as your eyes practically burst from your skull at his words. His cheeks were red and he was looking at the ground, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

“I’m sorry I’m not really good at asking girls on dates. I don’t really go on dates actually” he said as you continued to stare at him.  You had never really been on a proper date before and this wasn’t just any date, this was Shoyo Hinata, wing-spiker for the MSBY Black Jackals.  “Shoyo are you sure?” You said in a whisper, as his eyes met yours in confusion.  “YN, I like you so yeah I’m sure” he laughed.

“I mean I’m not like your fan girls, I’m not really pretty or anything special” you said lowering your head as Shoyo’s finger went below your chin, lifting it up and staring at you with his big eyes.  “I think your very pretty and extremely special YN and I’d love to take you out” he said as you blushed and nodded.  He leaned in, kissing your cheek as your sweet eyes met his once again.  “I’ll see you Saturday pretty girl” he said winking at you as you smiled back at him, pushing your door open and quickly closing it. You squealed in excitement as you clenched your heart though your chest.  You couldn’t believe you were actually going on a date with THE Shoyo Hinata.   Shoyo smile widened when he heard your excited scream, he heart skipped at beat.  He was in deep with you and he loved it. 

Saturday had come and you were beyond extremely nervous. You had no idea what the heck you were doing.  This wasn’t something you were use to nor had much experience with. You had managed to order some clothes, having them arrive quickly as you began to try things on.  You settled on a flowing dress that landed mid thigh on you and sandals that were cute but comfortable. You did your hair down, searching Google and YouTube for how to curling it properly and added some make up.  You were pretty impressed with how you looked, staring at yourself in the mirror as you heard your phone ring.  You ran to it, noting Shoyo’s contact pop up. Your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat, swiping and putting the phone up to your ear. 

“Hello?” you said, bracing for the worst.  Maybe he changed his mind?  He probably got another date offer from a super model or something. You wouldn’t blame him; he was gorgeous and deserved some equally as such. However, your doubts were quickly squashed as Shoyo’s voice flooded through the receiver. 

“Hey pretty girl!  Listen I sent a car to pick you up!  It should be there in like half an hour!” He said shouting. You were sure he was in the locker room, noting all the yelling.

“Sho, you didn’t have to do that!  I can take the train” you said as you head him walk “just a second YN” he said, shoving thought what you assumed was a door into a hallway that echoed.

“Shoyo I’m fine, really!  I can take the train” you said before Hinata interrupted you.  “No way in hell are you riding the train YN!  I mean I know you can ride the train but I’d feel better if you just took the car” he said as you sighed.  “Sho-” “pretty girl, please? For me?” He said, surely pouting as you giggled lightly and rolled your eyes.  “Ok fine, thank you” you said, sweetly into the phone. “Anytime angel, I’ve got to go but I’ll see you soon, ok?” He said as you nodded and smiled “Ok!  Good luck tonight” you said.  “Well, I’ve got you so no luck needed!  Bye now!” He said as you said bye and hung up.  Your heart swooned more as you fixed your makeup and prepared to head to the arena. 

The car arrived, a completely blacked out BMW X5.  Your eyes nearly bulged from your head as the driver opened the door for you.  “Good evening, Miss YN.  My name is Nile and I’ll be taking you to the game.” He said, extending his hand to you.  Smiling back, you grabbed his hand, sliding in the backseat.  The interior of the car was gorgeous and you knew it had to cost more than your entire life’s worth.  You sat, watching the building fly in wonder. You rarely saw the streets at night, especially with all the lights on.  You arrived at the arena as Nile opened your door and extended his hand again.  “Thank you so much Nile” you said as he smiled and nodded “enjoy the game, Miss YN.”   Security surrounded the car as you looked at them, shocked at their massive size and frames.  “Miss YN, we are here to escort you to your seat” one of the men said as you nodded at them, heading into the arena.  If looks could kill, you’d be more than dead as many of MSBY’s fan girls glared at you, wondering what made you so special that you had been invited by a team member.  You were taken to a special box, right above center court.  Your eyes widened in shock at the amazing and impressive view.  You couldn’t believe how much you could see from here.  You looked on in wonder as you heard the door open behind you, causing you to jump slightly as Shoyo entered the box.  “Hey YN I- Holy shit” he said, eyes widening as he looked you up and down.  You studied his expression as he stared at you, body stiff and eyes sparkling. “You look, fuck you look incredible pretty girl” he said as you blushed, pushing your hair behind your ears again.  Shoyo walked over to you, dressed in his MSBY uniform and pulled you into a tight embrace. His hands went you’re your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He then picked you up and swing you around.  “Shoyo!” you laughed as he finally put you down.  “Sorry you just look incredible” he said, setting you down but still holding onto you.  “So do you” you said “I mean- uh you always look incredible” you said stuttering out as Shoyo laughed, heading flying back as a smile graced your face.  His head feel back in place, eyes meeting yours as your faces slowly inched closer together, bodies molded together.  Your noses touched softly as you felt his breath on your mouth. You closed your eyes when the door the box suddenly swung open.  “HINATA- oh whoops” Bokuto said as you jumped back, Hinata’s arms firmly holding onto you as his head feel back and he groaned in frustration.  He turned to glare at his teammate. “Hey what’s taking him- ohh OHHH” Atsumu said, sticking his head around the corner, instantly realizing they were interrupting something.  “Seriously” Shoyo grumbled as you hid your face low, biting your lip as you heated with embarrassment at being caught in Shoyo’s embrace by his teammates.   “Cap says it’s time bro so let’s go” Atsumu said as Shoyo grumbled again, glaring at his friends and nodding his head for them to leave. “Yeah yeah give me a second” he said as Atsumu and Bokuto stood back a ways, still in full view of you.  “For fucks sakes-“Shoyo grumbled again as you looked up to him, smiling softly.  He racked one of his hands through his hair in frustration as he smiled down at you. 

“We’ll pick this up later pretty girl” he said, kissing your forehead as you squeezed his biceps.  “Good luck” you said, kissing his cheek as he blushed.   You heard an auditable “awe” sound from behind Shoyo as Bokuto and Atsumu stood in the doorway. You pulled away as Hinata winked at you, turning to head down to the court.  You smiled to yourself, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sat down and watched the match. 

After the game was done and MSBY had crushed their opponents, you sat and waited like you normally did for the stadium to file out.  A knock at the door had your eyes darting towards it as it opened, and the security guard from before asked you to follow him  “Mr. Hinata would like you to come to the court Miss YN” he said as your eyes widened again. You stood cautiously, not wanting to be rude as you followed the man to the court.  Everything looked so big down here, with the players and all the reporters. There were fans all over the place, waiting for their opportunity to talk to the players. The fan girls yelling as you quietly followed the security guard.  He was joined by another, who went behind you, essentially forming a path to the team. You heard whispers of “who is she?” coming from everywhere as you made your way to the team.  “YN” you heard Shoyo shout as your eyes went to him, a smile instantly crossing your face.  “Did you see that line shot?  Wasn’t it incredible?!?!” He said running up to you, grabbing you and hugging you tight.  Your arms went around his neck as he lifted you up, hugging your firmly. 

“Hinata Jesus Christ you just got her don’t break her” Thomas joked as your face reddened.  “For your information YN helped me practice my liners, isn’t that right YN?  So, she’s the reason I was so on point tonight” Hinata said, pulling away as the team looked at you, impressed.  “You play volleyball YN?” Barnes said.  “No- not really” you responded “I-I just set a few for Shoyo” you said looking down, blushing as you answered them.  Atsumu glared at you, walking up to you and staring right in your face. “So, you think you can set huh?” he said.  Your eyes widened as you shook your head vigorously.  “I’m not nearly as good at you Atsumu” you stuttered out.  Suddenly, Sakusa smacked the back of Atsumu’s head, apologizing for his rudeness and Atsumu growled “sorry YN, he’s not trained for the public quite yet” he said.

“I don’t know guys, she’s a heck of a lot prettier than Sumu is so maybe we should have YN come set for us” Inunaki said, smirking and winking at you.  You looked up at him, Hinata still holding onto you as his grip tightened with possessiveness.   “Sorry guys but YN is my practice buddy so I’d appreciate it if you kindly back the fuck off” Hinata said, gritting out a response as the team looked at him, smiling and putting their hands up in mock surrender.  “Chill out Shoyo, nobodies after your girl” Meian said smacking Hinata’s shoulder.  “Speak for yourself” Inunaki said, winking at you again you as you felt Shoyo’s arms grip you tighter, his hold more pronounced and dominant.  He waited for the team to leave before looking down at you.  He lifted your chin with his finger, smiling at you as be nuzzled your nose “I’ll be right back pretty girl” he said letting you go as he ran to the locker room. 

While he got ready in the showers, you waited for him, silencing observing as everyone left.  You were sitting on one of the chairs, noticing two ladies staring at you from the corner.  They approached you as you slowly shifted your body away, hoping for them to ignore your presence.

“Hey” you heard a shout come from beside you as you turned to give them the attention they so desperately craved. “So your Shoyo’s new piece of ass huh?” one of the girls said.  You didn’t respond, only looking away from her, your face heating with embarrassment.  You didn’t like confrontation, avoiding it at all costs ff you could possibly help it. “Hey bitch- I’m talking to you. Are you stupid or something?” the girl said as her friend egged her on.  “She probably thinks her pussy is made of gold or something” she joked as the other girl scoffed.  The ladies walked closer to you as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your eyes going between them and the locker arena doors.  You didn’t need their criticism. You already knew you weren’t good enough for Shoyo.  It hurt hearing the words that haunted your brain verbalized by women who were on Shoyo’s level.   “You’re replaceable bitch, just so you know. Shoyo can have girls a million times prettier than you in his bed tomorrow if he wants- “they said, mocking you as the one girl bent down to your level, cheap perfume flooding your nose. “How about I put you in your place whore-” she said as the doors opened suddenly.  “HEY” a shout echoed in the gym as Hinata, Bokuto, Sakusa and Atsumu stalked over to you.  Shoyo was pissed and you could tell. His eyes were fixated on you, fuming as he grew closer and closer. “Oh hey boys, we were just talking to-“the girl with the big mouth said before Atsumu interrupted her.  “We heard what you said to her ya pig” Atsumu said as the girl’s eyes widened, they mouths falling slack as you could feel their attitudes drain away.    Hinata glared at them, fist clenched as he slowly walked over to you and held his hand out.  “Come on YN” he said, putting his arm around you and pulling you away from the group.  You could hear Atsumu and Sakusa ridiculing the girls as you walked away with Shoyo.

 “Shoyo maybe- maybe we shouldn’t” you said as Hinata stopped, turned and slammed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened before slowly closing, losing yourself in the kiss as your hand went behinds his head and his arms went to your waist.  He moved his lips against yours, licking your bottom lip as he slipped his tongue inside, finding yourself and massaging it gently.  He was an amazing kisser, slow and steady, a stark contrast to his playing style. His arms moved, gripping you tighter as your hands softly embraced his hair. He broke the kiss, pulling away and smiling down at you.  His forehead fell to yours as your eyes slowly blinked open, your lips swollen as you found Shoyo’s gaze. He smiled down at you, his lips swollen and his body heated.

“Let’s get going pretty girl” he said, one hand now at your waist as he ushered you out to his Nissan GT-R, opening the door as he gave you his hand and helped you in.  He shut the door, going to his trunk and putting his gear inside.  He opened the door, slamming it and looking at you.  His hands gripped the steering wheel hard as your eyes followed the veins in his forearms and hands bulge.  His muscles tought as you felt your body heat in response.   “Don’t listen to what those girls said YN- you aren’t replaceable” he said as you smiled softly and nodded.  He placed the car in drive, his hand going to your thigh as he took off, taking you on the date you deserved. 

The weeks went by as you and Shoyo continued to grow closer.  You went to every game, working up the nerve to ask Shoyo if you could sit in the box seat again, telling him the view was spectacular and that you’d love to draw from up there.  Shoyo laughed and kissed you telling you he’d clear the entire arena just to make you happy.  You blushed in return and kissed him back, telling him you didn’t think a seat behind the polls in the nosebleed section would give you much to work with.  Shoyo nearly choked laughing as he leaned in, kissing you hard.  You had yet to take your relationship further, only going as far as steamy make outs.  You weren’t a virgin but you weren’t exactly experienced either. You had one sexual experience before Shoyo and it was lackluster at best.  You wanted to give him more but you were nervous. You still felt inadequate with Shoyo, always waiting for a reason to come up as to why he would even want to date you.  Shoyo assured you that you were perfect and that he thought your shyness was cute. He told you it balanced him out, keeping him grounded.  You had a hard time believing that, seeing as he was still constantly jumping and running all over the place even around you.  The team had often come to rely on you attending games to keep Hinata level. When he would miss a spike or a serve, they would look to you to keep encouraging him.  You told Shoyo that every has bad days and that just because he missed on serve doesn’t mean MSBY was going to lose.  “Yeah Shoyo, even if you do mess up, you can always count on me to get the point back” Inunaki said as everyone looked at him strangely.  “Dude it’s a team effort and without me, nobody is scoring shit” Atsumu interjected.  “You literally just said it was a team effort then turned around and said it was all based on you” Sakusa said back to him.  You smiled watching the guys bicker back and forth, Shoyo holding you close.  You felt safe and loved in his arms, finally feeling like you had found your person. 

You entered the arena on Thursday night, Nile having dropped you off to attend private practice with Shoyo again.  You had been doing this for a few weeks now, and you enjoyed it. You wore a lose shirt and your compression shorts, learning quickly that Shoyo wasn’t going to take it easy on you.  You approached the entrance of the gym when you head the guys talking. You hated eavesdropping but when you heard your name, you stopped cold. 

“When are you going to ask Yn, Hinata?” Meian said, talking to Hinata as listened intently.  “I’ll ask her soon ok can you lay off” Sho said, huffing. “We need a plan for our new campaign and YN’s drawings would be perfect” Inunaki added as you heard Shoyo sigh. “Yeah, I know I know. Ill ask her tonight after our dinner” he said, sending a ball slamming over the net and onto the other side.  Your body went cold, heart sinking as you heard the words repeating in your mind over and over. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Shoyo was using you just to get to your art, to get you to help the Jackals with their new PR campaign.  You felt your stomach churn as tears filled your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks.  You felt like you were going to be sick.  You had always known you weren’t good enough for Shoyo. How could you have been so stupid to believe he was actually interested in someone like you?  The thought of your times together the past week made your heart break even more, the tears falling down uncontrollably as you looked up.  You had to get out of here and fast. 

“Hey YN- hey what’s wrong?” Bokuto said, getting down to your level and looking at your tearful eyes.  You heard footsteps approaching as you backed up, away from Bokuto as Shoyo, Meian and Inunaki appeared in the doorway.  “YN what the hell? Did someone hurt you?” Sho shouted as you backed up further from him, not wanting him to touch you.  “YN what’s-”

 “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you use me like that?” You said tears falling down your eyes.  His eyes met yours with concern, “YN what are you talking about?” he said confused, still walking closer to you. 

“If you wanted me to use me for my art you could have just asked. You didn’t have to pity date me” you said, tears falling.  Shoyo stopped suddenly his eyes widening at the realization as he waved his hands frantically trying to explain.  “YN please-“he said as you turned and ran down the arena, running out the nearest exit, not looking back.   You heard shouting behind you as the door slammed but you didn’t stop.  Realistically you knew if he wanted to catch up to you, he could. Shoyo was a fast runner but you still ran, not caring and not stopping. Your heart shattering with every step of your feet as your tears continued to fall. 

“Fuck Fuck FUCK” Hinata shouted picking up a volleyball and throwing it against the wall with a force that could have dented concrete. “Sho chill- this isn’t going to help anything” Bokuto said trying to calm his teammate and friend down.  Shoyo had tried to run after you, only to be stopped by Meian who sent Atsumu and Sakusa to try and find you. “Sho we are sorry dude.  We had no intention of this turning into anything” Meian said before Shoyo huffed, his hands going to his hips.  “No- no I should have told her sooner. I should have asked her about helping with the campaign before I started this relationship.  She’s always been self-conscious of herself when it comes to us dating.  I just- fuck, I- FUCK” He shouted again, mad at himself for causing you such hurt.  Meian’s phone rang as he answered it and spoke.  “Sakusa said she ran to her apartment, him and Sumu made sure she was inside before they left” he said ending the call with Sakusa.  “I have to go to her” Hinata said, grabbing his knee pads and heading towards the locker room. 

“Should we come too? Maybe if we explain?” Inunaki asked as Shoyo shook his head.  He knew he had to do this on his own if he had any chance of saving what you had.  Not even changing from his practice gear, he jumped in his car and sped to your apartment.  He silently prayed that you would at least hear him out.  He ran up your apartment stairs, knocking at your door as he listened against it , hoping to hear you. 

You had returned from the arena, drenched in sweat and tears.  Your body was exhausted as you entered your apartment, locking it behind you.  You climbed into the shower, crying as you sank to the floor, the water streaming over your exhausted body as you rested your head against the tile. 

“How could you be so stupid YN” you said, scolding yourself for letting your guard down.  It was exactly like those girls had said. You were nothing special to Shoyo Hinata.

Shoyo knocked on your door, calling your name.  “YN I know your in there, please open up” he said, banging again on the door.  He waited, listening for any response or movement from behind the door.  “YN please listen to me!  You misheard the situation!  I started liking you before we decided to ask you to do our PR campaign.  I was going to talk to you about it tonight after our date!  Please YN- please you have to believe me” he said as he listening against the door again for any sound that you were listening.  When you said nothing as Shoyo swore “Fuck YN!  This isn’t done, I’m not letting us end like this” he said, leaving and stomping down the hallway.   You sat on the other side of the door, crying as you laid your head against it. You could hear the slam of the door to the stairway as you tears fell heavier and you sank to the floor, crying until you could cry no more. 

Shoyo kept his word, he was determined not to let your relationship end like that. He texted you every morning, called you and texted you good night. You didn’t respond to him but that didn’t deter his quest. He came by your apartment every night, leaving your flowers and sitting by your door, just talking. He tried several times to explain everything but the words seemed to fall of deaf ears.  He sent a car on Saturday night to wait for you, only to receive a text that you were not coming from Nile.  He sighed on the bench as his teammates looked on concerned.  Their usual, upbeat and jumpy friend and teammate was all moping around, barely talking. Hinata looked at your usual spot, hoping and praying you might show up.  However, you usual seat had been occupied by an older man and the box seat you sat in remaining empty as well.  The game drug on as MSBY pulled off a close victory.  Hinata sighed as the reporters flooded the floor, the fan girls following behind.  It was like déjà vu. 

“Shoyo!  Sho why do you come out with us tonight?” some of the girls said grabbing onto his arm and pulling.  Shoyo ignored them, shrugging them on as the tsked, moving on to his teammates.  He walked to the locker room as a camera and mic was shoved in his face. “Shoyo Hinata, how are you feeling?  What a close game?” the reporter said as Hinata nodded, just ready to leave and go home. “Tell me, what was going through your head tonight” the reporter said.  Hinata sighed, looking into the camera before saying “the fact that I messed up the best thing I ever had”.  He walked away as the reporter pulled her microphone back, seeming stunned.  The camera panned to Hinata as he walked to the locker room, hands on his hips, head hanging down.  In your apartment, you held a tissue to your eyes, your nose leaking uncontrollably as you cried watching the man you so desperately cared for walk away.  The sight of him so dejected broke your heart all over again. 

A week had past and not much had changed, Hinata visited less, telling you he would leave you alone through the door. 

“YN, I know you can hear me pretty girl” he said placing his hand on the door “I care so much about you and all I’m asking for is just one more chance, please YN.  Please I promise no more secrets between us” you heard him sigh as he stepped back from the door and turned to leave. “I love you pretty girl” he said softly as the words hit you like a ton of bricks, your heart feeling heavy once again as the tears continued to roll down your cheeks.

Saturday had come again as you prepared to watch MSBY on TV.  You had sprung for the upgrade package just so you could see Shoyo play.  As much as he had hurt you, you still cared for him and supported him.  A knock sounded at your door as you glanced at the clock, it read nearly 5:30pm. The game started at 7:00 so you knew it wasn’t Shoyo.  You opened the door through the chain, seeing Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa standing on the other side.  You looked down, embarrassed as you prepared to shut the door.  Meian put his hand on the door as you looked up at him. 

“YN before you slam the door in our face, please just hear us out” Meian said as you looked down nodding closing the door a little and unlatching the chain.  “YN please give Shoyo another chance.  He’s miserable and so are you” Inunaki said as you stared at the ground fiddling with your fingers. 

“Im- I’m not good enough for him” you said, swallowing deeply as Sakusa groaned out.  “That’s bullshit YN and you know it. Hinata loves you and you are just what he needs.  Sure, he didn’t tell you about the campaign but he wasn’t using you!  There’s no way he would ever do that to anyone, let alone to the women he adores and loves” Sakusa bit out.  You stared at the ground, still uncertain. As much as you your heart knew the words, they were saying were true, your brain tried its hardest to convince you otherwise. 

“YN listen, I don’t claim to be an expert in love” Meian said as Inunaki snorted causing Meian’s head to turn, glaring down at the libero as a smile crested on your face.  He turned back to you continuing, “as I was saying, if a man came to my house every single day, sat outside my door and prayed with every ounce of his being that the girl he loved would simply acknowledge him, then I would at least hear him out.”  You nodded in response, still looking down at the floor.  “Hinata admires you YN, you know that right?” Sakusa said to you as your eyes shot to his. “He not only loves you but he admires your ability to be the calm he needs.” Sakusa said as tears began to stream down your face.  “I- I” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly, MSBY t-shit with Hinata's name and number on the back surrounding you. 

“Come with us YN- talk to him” Meian said grabbing your hand.  You nodded, grabbing your keys and heading to Meian’s car.  You quickly jumped in the large SUV, Sakusa holding the door and jumping in behind you.  Meian jumped in the driver’s seat and Inunaki slammed the passenger door, shouting “go go!”

“YN did you bring shoes” Sakusa said as your eyes widened, looking down at the floor and noticing you were barefooted.  “Love doesn’t wait for shoes Sakusa” Inunaki said laughing.  “Yeah, well love is going to have to wait until the end of the game because it’s 6:15 and we have to haul ass!” Meian shouted, honking as you held onto the back seat. 

“At least I’m wearing clothes “ you said shyly, causing Inunaki to laugh and Sakusa for chuckle while Meian smiled at you into he rearview mirror.  “Hinata would lose his mind if you showed up naked YN” Sakusa joked “I mean, we’d probably have to give up the locker room for a while just so he could apologize to you- HEY” Inunaki said as Meian slapped him, causing you to blush.  Thankfully the night covered your face as you made your way to the arena.  Meian parked, as you threw the door open rushing to the main entrance, Sakusa, Meian and Inunaki on your tail.    “Be careful YN!  If you hurt yourself Shoyo will probably kill us” Inunaki said as you laughed, heading into the doors of the arena and looking around. 

“Come on YN, I’ll grab you a chair for behind the press. It’s not a great seat but it’s courtside so you can see everything” Meian said as you nodded in agreement, following him as you waved to Inunaki and Sakusa.  You sat down, watching and waiting for MSBY to make their appearance.  You noted how quickly Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa had gotten into game mode, watching as you saw Shoyo emerge from the locker room.  He looked at the crowded, dejected not noticing your presence courtside.  To be fair, you were hidden behind several reporters and cameras.   You saw Meian whisper something to him as he nodded and turned to enter the court. The game was intense and long, the score going well into the 30s.  You watched on as Hinata hit shot after shot, his form as emaculate as ever.  When the game ended, you waited as the press to flock to the floor followed by the fans.  You waited on the sidelines, hiding amongst everyone as you watched Shoyo. 

“Shoyo Hinata what an amazing match!  You did incredible out there” the reporter said.  “Thanks” Hinata said nodding and smiling at the camera “tell us, what us, what inspired you tonight going into this match?” the reporter said.  Hinata looked at the reporter.  He knew what had inspired him, what bad been inspiring him for months.  He put his head down, hands going to his hips as he looked up into the camera.  He was about to speak when he heard  someone say “excuse me miss” causing him to look over.  He didn’t know why that comment stood out to him but he just knew he had to look.  His eyes were met with yours as you stood at the edge of the court, smiling softly at him your hands classes sweetly in front of you.   “YN…” he said, shoving past the reporters who were now curious as to who he was referring too. He walked up to you, unsure if you were real or just a figment of his imagination. He had dreamed of you every night since he had messed up, desperately hoping he would wake up with you next to him. “YN- You’re really here?” He said, looking startled, confused and relieved all at once.

“Yeah, ummm- Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa kind of showed up at my house-” you started to say as you heard Inunaki shout, “don’t make it sound so creepy YN Jesus Christ!” You smiled down at the ground and back at Shoyo who was studying you with his glimmering eyes.  You could tell he was unsure of whether or not to touch you, cautiously inching closer and closer.  “I’m glad you could make it, I missed having you here” he said, coming to within a step of you.  You looked into his eyes and smiled “I missed being here Shoyo” you said, a smile grazing your face as happy tears began to fall.  A huge smile appearing on Hinata’s face as he closed the short distance between you, lifting you up in his tone arms and hugging you tightly.   You both pulled back, camera lenses flashing in your eyes as Hinata bent down, pulling you in, his lips pressing against yours as he kissed you hard.  You could vaguely hear shouting, your brain a fog with emotions as Shoyo kissed you harder, hands going below your ass and lifting you into his arm as you squealed and hid your face.  Ignoring the yelling and shouting he walked you toward the locker room, stopping just before entering, as he turned to his team. “Jesus Christ” Meian groaned “take her in there and change but then get the hell out!” he shouted as you blushed, hiding your face in Sho’s neck.  “Don’t worry Cap, I just don’t want her to get away from me again” Shoyo said, carrying you into the locker room and setting you on the bench.  He quickly ripped his shirt off, causing your eyes to widen at his toned muscular body.  Your face heated and you felt your stomach burn watching his muscles ripple.  Shoyo undid his shorts before stopping and looking at you.  You bit your lower lip, as your eyes met his, fully lust blown.  “Fuck-“he said grabbing his clothes “I’m going to shower before the entire team walks in on me fucking you right here.”  Your face heated again as you rubbed your legs together.  Shoyo groaned as he ran to the showers as you eyes watched him. Within 5 minutes, he had emerged, grabbing his gear and swinging it over his body.

“Where’s your shoes?” He said looking at your bare feet in confusion as you crossed them, pushing your hair behind your ears. 

“Umm well we kind of left in a hurry and I uh- I kind of forgot them” you said, looking down at your feet again.  Hinata lifted your chin up to meet his gaze, his face soft as he kissed you lightly. 

“I fucking love you so much pretty girl” he said, grabbing you and picking you up, holding onto your ass as your squealed.  “I love you too Shoyo” you whispered in his ear, his face meeting yours as you smiled, his lips smashing into yours for another heated kiss.  You could feel yourself gently grinding down on him as he groaned into your mouth, hands squeezing the flesh of your ass.  A loud bang on the door jolted you both as you heard Meian yell.

“HINATA I WASN’T JOKING” he said as you looked to Shoyo, his eyes still burning with desire.  He carried you out of the locker room, past the team and sea of reporters. You looked over his shoulder to see the girls who had once told you that you were replaceable, their mouths slacked open as you couldn’t help but give a small satisfied smirk in their direction.  You arrived at Shoyo’s car as he opened the trunk, sliding his bag off while still holding you. 

“Sho you can put me down-”

“Not a fucking chance pretty girl” he said as he made his way to the driver’s side door and your eyes widened.  Shoyo sat in his seat, you still attached to him as he adjusted his seat back.  He kissed you feverish, lips moving against yours as he gripped your ass firmly, causing a squeal to peak from your lips.  His tongue caressed yours as you moaned into his mouth. You felt yourself gently grind down on him as his large hands pulled you forward, helping to create friction.  “Sho” you said breathlessly as he trailed kissed down your neck, hands moving up to touch your bare skin under your shirt. “Mmhmm” he groaned as your mouth went slack, the feeling of his hands and lips on your skin incredible.  Your body heated with every kiss, every lick he placed, you core yearning for more contact. 

“God baby- I need you so bad” he said, pulling your hips harder against this now growing bulge.  He wanted to take you right here and right now.  You knew he was ready and so were you, but this isn’t what you wanted, at least not in the middle of a busy arena parking lot.

“Sho not in the car, not-not for our first time” you moaned out, his lips still attached to your neck, leaving his mark all over you, claiming you as his.  “Baby” he groaned “fuck- please” he said, pulling away from you, his hair messy from your hands raking through it, your eyes lust blown as you gazed at him.  “Sho, I want our first time to be special” you said, nudging his nose as he smiled back at you. 

Shoyo kissed you hard as you moved to the passenger seat, barely breaking the kiss and getting your seat belt on before he took of out of the parking lot.  “Sho” you screamed as he grabbed onto your thigh, peeling out onto the street and driving straight for your apartment.

“We can swing by your place if you need to change” you said softly as he looked at you and laughed.  “Baby if you think I’m not taking you right up to your apartment and fucking you senseless, you are surely mistaken” he said as you blushed bright red again, nervous but excited.

The car door slammed as Shoyo ran around, pulling open your door and hauling you into his arms, kissing you as he locked his car and made his way up the stairs to your apartment.  Not missing a single step, he kissed his way down your neck as you moaned, trying to stay quiet so as to not disturb your neighbors.  Opening the door to your floor, Shoyo made his way to your apartment, opening the door with one hand before slamming it with his food and heading to the couch as he sat below you, hands reaching under your shirt and tugging it over your head showcasing a gorgeous lace bralette.  Shoyo’s eyes widened at your form as you shyly looked at him, biting your bottom lip as he palmed your breast with one hand, pulling you closer to him as you began to grind down on his stiff cock. “Don’t be shy now angel, let me see everything” he said. 

 “Sho” you moaned out, head going back as he kissed your already marked neck over and over again.  You pulled at his shirt, his arms quickly going to his neck and tugging it over his head. 

“That’s so sexy” you moaned as he smirked, kissing you hard and adjusting out from under you.  “There’s plenty more where that came from pretty girl” he said as he flipped you down onto your back, grinding his cock against your core as you whimpered and whined, needing more friction to get off.  Shoyo adjusted himself reaching for your shorts when you grabbed his hands, his eyes shooting to your face. “Hey you ok” he said looking concerned.  “Yeah, but umm I’m not very experienced” you said looking away, embarrassed.  Hinata’s eyes lit up with excitement at your words as he mentally berated himself, saying he needed to slow down for you.  “We’ll go slow angel” he said as you nodded, kissing him again as his lips broke contact with yours, kissing way down your body.  You felt his lips kiss and lick your perked nipples through your bralette as your back arched at the increasing sensation.  You whined as Sho moved his hands slowly down your body, caressing lightly.  He moved to the waist band of you shorts, pulling them off to reveal matching panties.  “Fuck Yn- so fucking gorgeous” he groaned out breathlessly as his fingers lightly traced your inner thighs.  He looked up, seeing your mouth slacking and eyes hazy. He was the one doing this to you, the one giving you all of this incredible pleasure.  He looked back down at your clothed pussy, grabbing the edges of your panties and tugging them down.  You were too far gone to feel embarrassed anymore as he made his way to your pussy, kissing up your thighs as he got closer.  “I’m going to taste you now YN. I’m going to make you cum and then I’m going to fuck you” he said as his tongue licked up your slit, your hand instantly going go his hair as you cried out, shuttering from the sensation.  He alternated between sucking and licking your clit, cautiously taking a finger and finding your tight entrance.  “Fuck Shoyo” you moaned out as you back left the coach yet again, eyes rolling back the sensation of his tongue and finger.  He moaned into your pussy sending vibrations through you, waving of pleasure hitting your core as his tongue moved all around your clit. Your body seized with pleasure as your orgasm slammed hard into you, your hand gripping onto his hair so tight.  Shoyo smiled and backed away as he leaned over you, your chest heaving as your wide eyes met his.

 “What in the hell was that!” You cried out as Shoyo laughed, kissing you and unzipping his jeans.  “That baby, was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen” he said, mouth attaching to yours as you tasted yourself on him, feelings his hand go between you as he lined his cock up with your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit.  You felt his silky tip probe your entrance as you braced yourself.  “You ready baby?” He said looking at you, as you frantically nodded your head.  He pushed his cock into your tight hole as you gasped, your hands going to his shoulder as you felt the pressure of his cock entering you.  He groaned deeply as his eyes went to look between you, watching his heavy cock sink into you.  “Fuck- oh fuck YN- God so tight baby” he moaned out, jaw slack and muscles contracting as you whimpered at the stretch.  He went down to your ear, whispers praises as he continued to push himself in.  “Such a good girl for me baby.  You feel- fuck, you feel so amazing my angel. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had” he cooed, causing your inner muscles to contract.   Once fully in, he rested looking at you again wordlessly asking for permission to move.  You nodded, causing him to pull back and push himself forward.  “Sho- oh god it feels, it’s feels so good” you moan your head falling back, the pain passing as you feel his cock sinking deeper into you either ever stroke.  “mmhmmm god- I’m addicted already” he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he quickened his pace, his cock now slamming into you.  You snaked your hand down to your clit as you rubbed feverishly to bring yourself to orgasm. Shoyo watched your delicate hand as his pace became frantic, chasing his release as he felt your cunt begin to squeeze his cock.  “ahhh fuck- Sho!” You screamed, back once again elevating off the couch as you felt a gush of fluid and his breathing quicken, his hips on your hip now surely leaving marks.   “Oh fuck YN- fuck fuck I love you baby” he said as he slammed home, pushing himself into you as he gritted his teeth, head falling forward onto your chest as you both struggled to catch your breath.  You smiled down at your lover, his body sweaty and covering yours as you began to come down.  He peeked his head up, looking at you as you smiled down.  “I suppose I’ll have to thank Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa for dragging you to the arena huh?” He said, only half joking. 

“I wonder if they make edible arrangements that say ‘thanks for saving my relationship’” you said pondering.  Shoyo barked out a laugh as his hand came to rest under his chin, laying on top of you as you raked your fingers through his beautiful ginger hair.

 “I’m so sorry about everything YN. I know I messed up but I promise-”

 “shhh it’s ok” you said putting your finger gently to his lips “I should have heard you out Sho.  I was- I was just worried I wasn’t good enough for you and it made me really self conscious” you said, a small tear rolling down your cheek.  Shoyo sat up a little, kissing the tear on your cheek and gently kissing your lips.  “Hey now, no more of that pretty girl.  If anything, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you” he said, smiling down as he leaned into kiss you. 

“I love you Shoyo Hinata” you whispered.  “I love you more YN LN” he said before kissing you again, holding on tight and promising to never let you go ever again. 

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Please do Osamu, Lev, Kurro and Bokuto coming to the readers rescue (she's a stranger to them) because the guys overhear people saying horrible things about the reader. Only to find out the reader is 3/4 months pregnant (the stage where you just look little chunky). Fast forward a few months and the boys are happily rubbing the readers belly during interviews or out with friends, gushing about how excited they are to be dads.

Thank you so much for requesting!!this is a very cute idea! If anyone wants to see me write anything else let me know I love writing requests so much!!!

Tw~ reader is single mom, people talk bad about her being pregnant and litterally anything about pregnancy(like morning sickness going to the doctors), Bokuto’s includes paparazzi, legs has a comment about weight gain, let me know if I missed anything!

Osamu

You’d been visiting Osamu’s restaurant long before you’d gotten pregnant, and he’d always thought you were so pretty, he’d wanted to ask you out for a long time.

Today however you walked in dejected which set him off, you were normally always bubbly and happy talking animatedly to Osamu over the counter as you told him about your day.

Today you simply waited at the counter giving him a small smile when he greeted you. You were pregnant, living there in the little town that you did made it so much more difficult to even step out the house.

You wanted to hide your face when you could hear everyone whispering about you, “y/n?” Osamu asks softly.

“Ya hear them Samu?” You ask almost ashamed.

He rolls his eyes lightly knowing you’ve always been conscious about the way people precived you not really paying any mind to what they were saying before he told you to just ignore them while he sent the order through the back.

After some time Osamu looks up, the loud mouth of town stands at the counter looking at him adoringly and he wants to vomit in his mouth.

“Did you hear about y/n?” She asks getting some sick sense satisfaction out of his confused face.

“She’s pregnant” she tells him sounding almost excited as she tells him the news, Osamu looks over at you sympathetically, he knows it’s eating at you too hear everyone talk about you.

Eventually when your food come out he goes on his lunch break. He sits down beside you.

“She told you huh?” You look up at Osamu from your arms sadly.

But looking back on that it all seems so small in the grand scheme of things as Osamu rubs your big belly lifting the weight of your baby girl occasionally while the two of you watch your favorite series.

Lev

It was when you were resigning from your job as a model. The assistant had been pestering you about you’re very slight weight gain, and you knew that inevitably they were going to fire you but that was to embarrassing in your mind so you simply turned in your two weeks notice.

Lev who absolutely loved your presence on the job was more than disheartened by your leaving, litterally following you everywhere telling you he’d miss you so he was soaking in your presence before you’d be gone.

You giggled a little, “Lev, you can visit me whenever you want”

“It’s not the same y/n! I won’t see you everyday!” He practically squeals

“It is too Lev! You can visit me whenever you want! If that’s everyday so be it!”

And that’s what it was everyday after you quit your job Lev went over to your house.

Now you’re almost seven months pregnant and you’re sat beside Lev who glances from the interviewer to your belly every few seconds trying to have the interviewer ask questions he likes.

“Uhm how far along are you?” They ask the question directed at you and Lev starts to babble about how the two of you met.

“And she’s six months along now with a pretty baby girl! Wanna see?” He asks reaching for his wallet as you smile fondly while he pulls out the ultrasound.

Kuroo

You’d told Kuroo about how stressed you’d been lately when he’d sat with you at lunch like normal. So when you ran to the womens restroom with morning sickness again, obviously your female coworkers came out chatting about you.

“Maybe she’s got issues?” One suggests

“I’m telling you! All that stress she takes on is gonna make her sick” the other cackles as Kuroo scowls.

“Y/n” he pokes his head into the restroom making sure there’s no one else in ther

“In here” you shout pushing your hand out from the stall.

“You ok?” He asks cautiously walking in.

“Morning sickness” you whisper.

“Her morning sickness was really bad back than” Kuroo tells Kenma one night as a the three of you and a few of your other friends were sat around a table.

“It was worth it though” you whisper glancing over at your precious little girl who bounces in her high chair waiting for you to give her another piece of ice for her teeth.

Bokuto

He doesn’t even know what’s happening just that you drop your bag items scattering all on the sidewalk and being the nice person he is, he helps you out picking your stuff up without knowing it’d cause an onslaught of people to food the comments of your social media posts with threatening messages about staying away from Bokuto.

Of course he made a post telling everyone to knock it off or there would be serious consequences but he messaged you telling you he was sorry about everything and he wanted to make it up to you but didn’t know how. That’s how the two of you ended up at a little cafe giggling at everything the other was saying.

“I’ve never been here what do you suggest?” You ask looking over at Bokuto as he points out a few caffeinated drinks.

“I can’t have those, caffeine’s bad for the baby!” You tell him placing your hands over your little bump.

“And that’s how I met the love of my life!” He says staring lovingly at you were you are behind the camera.

He motions for you to come over and you do so hesitantly. He wraps his hands around your waist, “and this is our little baby!” He says excitedly placing his hands on your bump, “she’s growing perfectly!” He begins and you can already see the tangent he’s about to go on about the baby.

If anyone wants to see a part two or have me write anything else let me know I love writing requests!!

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Paws and Spike

Bokuto Kōtarō, the enthusiastic ace of the Fukurōdani Academy volleyball team, had always been an outgoing and lovable guy. However, there was one little creature that seemed to defy his charm—your adorable, feisty cat.

Ever since you and Bokuto had started dating, you had hoped that your feline companion would warm up to him. But much to your amusement and Bokuto's dismay, your cat seemed to have taken an immediate disliking to him.

One evening, you invited Bokuto over to your apartment, hoping to spend some quality time together. As Bokuto stepped through the door, your cat, aptly named Whiskers, arched its back and hissed at him, causing Bokuto to take a step back in surprise.

"Oh, uh, hey there, Whiskers," Bokuto said cautiously, extending a hesitant hand towards the feline. Whiskers responded with a low growl and promptly scurried away, leaving Bokuto slightly dejected.

You chuckled softly, patting Bokuto's shoulder. "Don't worry, Bokuto. Whiskers is just a little stubborn. It might take some time for them to warm up to you."

Bokuto sighed, his bright eyes filled with determination. "I'll win Whiskers over, just you wait and see!"

And so, Bokuto embarked on a mission to win the affections of Whiskers. He spent hours researching cat behavior and even consulted with his teammates for advice. Armed with newfound knowledge, he approached Whiskers with caution and offered enticing treats. But each attempt only resulted in Whiskers batting them away and slinking off with a defiant flick of their tail.

Undeterred, Bokuto refused to give up. He decided to approach Whiskers with a different tactic. He sat on the floor, patiently waiting for the cat to approach him. Slowly but surely, Whiskers crept closer, their piercing gaze locked on Bokuto.

With a soft, gentle voice, Bokuto spoke soothingly to Whiskers, offering no sudden movements or gestures. Miraculously, Whiskers seemed to relax, inching closer until they were within arm's reach. Bokuto cautiously reached out, allowing Whiskers to sniff his hand.

To everyone's surprise, Whiskers leaned into Bokuto's touch, purring softly. Bokuto's face lit up with pure joy as he scratched Whiskers behind the ears, finally earning their approval.

You watched in awe as the once hostile relationship between Bokuto and Whiskers transformed into one of mutual affection. It became a common sight to see Bokuto playing with Whiskers, their bond growing stronger each day.

"I did it, (Y/N)! Whiskers finally likes me!" Bokuto exclaimed, beaming with pride.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. "I'm so proud of you, Bokuto. You really won Whiskers over with your determination and kindness."

Bokuto grinned, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Just like how I'll never give up on you, (Y/N). I'll always work hard to make you happy too."

As you cuddled up with Bokuto and Whiskers, the room filled with a sense of contentment and love. Whiskers had found a place in both your hearts, reminding you that sometimes, the bonds we forge require a little patience, understanding, and a whole lot of determination.

a/n: whiskers is their child. the excitement is so bokuto lol.

the message was "could you write me a bokuto x reader story where the reader has a cat and they don't like bokuto?"

#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #bokuto koutaro x reader #chatgpt

[boyfhees]

⌕ INSOUCIANCE | k. bokuto

n. ❝ casual lack of concern; indifference ❞

PRECIS. four times you chose him, one time you didn't ( 3.22k )

GENRE. angst, unrequited love, childhood friends to ( ? )

WARNINGS. angst yay, idk if there's anything else but lmk if u spot any ! ps. i used an editor but if there r mistakes kindly ignore <3

NOTE. for @okkatsudon's somebody new collab ! amy hihi i swear i would've posted this yesterday but power suddenly went out and i couldn't use my laptop since it wasn't charged either aND IM GLAD IT'S JUST 3K I WAS AFRAID IT MIGHT TAKE 5K WORDS TO FINISH THIS GN :( hope u like this help idk what is this tho ????? happy reading lmao

when you chose bokuto as your project partner in middle school, his world flipped over. no, you weren’t someone with bad grades, and neither was he. middle school bokuto, if anything, didn’t expect you to pick him, out of all the remaining thirty-four students in the class. and when he asked you about it later that day, your response was rather astounding. 

“i want to get to know you.” that’s what you had said to him in front of his house before proceeding on the way back yours. your worlds left him dazed for days. he wondered if you meant it— of course, because usually, people don’t really want him as their project partners, for he’s too ‘child-like.’ bokuto simply couldn’t bring himself to believe your words. ‘i want to get to know you,’— okay, you can. he doesn’t mind. in fact, he’d love to be friends with you, but choosing him as your project partner was what surprised him the most.

“why do did you choose me?” he asked again, on the day before submission, and you shot him a didn’t-we-go-through-this look. “i mean, people usually don’t—” 

“because you’re like a kid.” you blurted out, catching him with surprise yet again; and you went on about how he’s so loud— which made him frown a bit as a chuckle rolled off your lips— but, he’s loud in a good way; in a way where a single smile from his lightens up the room. you tell him about how you admire him for his positivity, and bokuto opens up to you about his ‘dejected’ phase, which you thought was an exaggeration until you actually found him under the blues outside the volleyball gym three days later. 

days transitioned into weeks and weeks into months, bokuto found himself spending every minute by your side. he had never met someone like you before. you didn’t tell him to shut up whenever he got loud, but instead, you’d scream with him in the middle of the streets, laughing obnoxiously in convenience stores, hoarding candies to spend your nights watching volleyball recaps and fuel his obsession. you’d spent hours listening to the one serve he saw his idol do that made him want to become a professional player. you indulged yourself into conversations you knew nothing about. you talked about his interests as if they were your own, bokuto never had someone like you. 

the second time you chose bokuto was at a middle school graduation party, when your friends forced you to bring someone along and the first name to cross your mind was his’. you spent three days wondering how to ask him— it’s not a date. you’re not my date. we’re going there because my friends forced me. bokuto, are you listening? this is not a date, don’t get me wrong— that was the most nervous he had seen you in seven months. he had a blast, watching you struggle with words for thirty-minutes; and you occasionally slapped his arms for laughing but he simply couldn’t stop, especially with the adorable pout resting on your face. 

you thought asking him to be your plus one would ruin things, for one’s plus one is supposed to be their date, and bokuto was simply your best friend. you considered cancelling your plans until the last moment, worried that something unfortunate would happen, but bokuto didn’t seem to care. on the night of the day before the party, you found him standing at your doorstep, asking your mom if you could help him pick an outfit for the graduation party. it was late, almost eight in the evening, and bokuto said something along the lines of, ‘i promise to walk her back home by nine-thirty,’ before your parents finally gave in, letting you spend time with him. 

that night, all your worries and baseless concerns flew away with the autumn winds. you and bokuto did everything except picking an outfit for him. the moment you stepped into the bokuto household, his sisters stole you from him for fifteen minutes sharp, wanting to see the person their brother had been talking about restlessly; and if bokuto hadn’t barged into their room, dragging you away, they wouldn’t have let you talk to him that evening. ( he also got hit with a pillow on his face for storming into the room but that’s for another day. )

the goal was to pick an outfit for him, but as soon as you entered his room, your mind remembered everything, but the reason why you were at his house in the first place. you spent the next few minutes fawning upon his figurine and manga collection, talking about all the volleyball posters in his room while enjoying the snacks his mother offered along the visit. bokuto showed you his stamp and hello kitty sticker collections before you both got down to watch the repeat telecast of your favourite show together. 

you reached home that day, around ten. bokuto came to drop you, of course, and your parents literally had to stop him from kneeling and apologising because he thought they wouldn’t let the two of you meet again. it was a sight to see as he blabbered about how he was so scared when his mother reminded him that it’s ten pm and he needs to go to bed in twenty minutes. you sneaked into your living room at two in the night to talk to him over telephone, as the two of you had planned before, and didn’t get a single ounce of sleep that night. 

long story short— you didn’t attend the party, and neither did bokuto. you both were found passed out in the living rooms of your respective homes, finally going to bed at around seven in the morning, only to sleep until three in the noon. your blood ran cold when you woke up, realising that you overslept. afraid that bokuto must be waiting, you ran to the celebration venue, only to see the texts he sent you about oversleeping and forgetting about the party. the two of you surely did miss the graduation party, but spent the whole day together, visiting almost every arcade store just to kill time. 

the third time you chose bokuto was in highschool, as your seatmate. he didn’t see you for months after that day at the arcades. you caught a really bad fever, one that had you admitted in the hospital for two weeks after it turned out to be anaemia. when you were in the hospital, Bokuto was busy writing finals and highschool entrances, and by the time exam season was over for most of the students in the country, you were busy giving the tests you missed because of your illness.  

bokuto never thought you’d attend fukurodani with him. you had always talked about attending nekoma, or shiratorizawa, if you could get in. you even talked about going to other countries to pursue better education. bokuto was convinced that he would possibly never see you again, until you showed up on the first day of highschool as his classmate, catching him by surprise just the way you did for the very first time in middle school. 

“what? don’t tell me you forgot me already.” you scoffed, and bokuto didn’t leave your side that day, not even for a brief second. he stuck to you, saying he would take you around the school and help you get familiarised, as if it wasn’t the first day of his school. you both were almost lost before a senior escorted the two of you back to your class.

you both got detention on the first day of school for fooling around the campus, spending two hours cleaning your classroom ( most of which was just a waste of time) his parents blew up his phone with texts and calls, and you were waiting for yours to do the same. when you informed your mother that you'd be late, it didn't take her a second to ask if you had met bokuto. 

it was obvious, really. you never were the type to stay out late with friends, but bokuto has always been an exception to your rules. you dislike overly talkative people but you listened to him as if he was a synchrony of a melody and a melancholy. you looked at him as if you saw the whole universe in his eyes. you didn't think twice before violating your own boundaries for him, offering bokuto an open invitation into your life. 

and just like that, the first half of your junior year passes by in a blink. they say distances bring people close, maybe it's true because you and bokuto seem inseparable. you had started spending nights at each other's place, watching movies and speed writing your incomplete assignments a few hours before school started. the day bokuto was selected into the school's volleyball team, he saw you cry for the first time. 

he had seen you cry several times actually, but that one time was different. it was just teary eyes with soft sniffles, not just a few drops of tears rolling down your cheeks. bokuto has seen you cry, but it was the first time he saw you break into a heavy sob with tears streaming down your cheeks as you pulled him in your arms, telling him how proud you are. it was his first time seeing you cry for someone else.

you talk about his interests as if they are your own, so watching him make it to the school team as their captain felt like being an ace. you started attending his games and bokuto always reserved the front seat for you. watching bokuto never felt boring because he played for both of you. every score, every save, every serve, it was for both of you. the moves were his, the score was yours, for bokuto believes he wouldn't have pursued volleyball if you didn't support him back in middle school. 

things were amazing, and the second year rolled in with an unexplainable feeling blossoming inside bokuto's heart. your touches started leaving him breathless. every hug made his heart skip a beat or two. everytime you cuddled, bokuto wondered if you could hear his heart beating crazily, and whether your heart did the same. to take his mind off these things, bokuto introduced you to the team's new setter— akaashi keiji. 

despite being a year older than keiji, the three of you clicked well. well, tried to, for akaashi seemed stoic most of the time, making you wonder if he hated loud people. after all, you and bokuto had always been a little handful together. 

but akaashi was a nice guy, you knew it. your eyes never missed the way his lips curled into a smile whenever bokuto laughed, or the way he always offered to help bokuto with the tiniest of things, and especially the way he gave into the captain's eccentric behaviour. akaashi keiji was like a spark, and you saw bokuto's whole world on fire. 

you pulled the setter into the pit of detentions as well. bokuto called it a tradition, that every person joining the two of you would have to suffer a detention to be an official member of bokuyn circus— his words, not yours. you thought akaashi would be mad, for he isn't the type to get into troubles, but instead, you saw him at his highest, laughing as if he had never been happier. as though, if happiness was a thing, it would be that moment, and he's waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling. 

when akaashi asked if you wanted to be his partner for the inter-prefectural debate and represent your school, your world flipped over. 

it was at that moment when memories from middle school slipped inside your head. a look at bokuto, and you thought— so this is how he felt. 

the fourth time you chose bokuto was on the day of the debate. he'd be lying if he said the idea of you and akaashi travelling together didn't bother him, so bokuto offered to drive you to the venue himself, since you both lived closer and he had a sister with a driving licence. when he saw you present your argument on the stage with the same passion he had for the sport, he felt as if he fell for you all over again. in fact, he unknowingly fell a little deeper for you ever since he met you and when he realised, bokuto was already at the rock bottom, ready to fall even deeper. 

that was the first time bokuto chose to accept his feelings, wanting to make you first and hopefully, his last as well; because once upon a time, there was you and that's it. that was his story, because anything less than you wasn't true and anything more didn't make sense. 

when you didn't win the first prize, bokuto cried his heart out. there were tissues all over your hotel room as he reassured you that no matter who won the contest, you had always been the winner in his eyes. his hands slid in yours as he told you to not cry, while the tears were streaming down his face like a waterfall. he held you in his arms and recited words about how you did your best and despite the result, the whole was proud of you for getting second position in the prefecture. 

you nodded, thanking him for his words, and then you disappeared— completely— never returning to your room for the next forty minutes. you said you’d be back soon, but it had been forty minutes, the sun’s setting down, and you hadn’t returned. akaashi’s name didn’t even cross his mind. on this way to the lift, bokuto didn’t expect to hear soft strings of your voice from akaashi’s room. eavesdropping wasn’t something he condoned but he found himself standing against the setter’s room, hands hesitating to unlock the door and when he finally did, the sight of you cradling akaashi in your arms reached his eyes. 

it was understandable, of course, akaashi was hurting more. you looked at bokuto and told him to shush because you didn’t want to disturb akaashi, who possibly dozed off in your arms, his head on your shoulders. bokuto didn’t mind, taking a mental note to apologise to akaashi later for crying like a child when he should’ve been there for both his friends. he left without saying a word, leaving you and akaashi alone since bokuto understood the need, though a part of him ached at the sight of you having letting akaashi sleep in your arms when you didn’t even hug bokuto when tears brimmed his eyes. 

maybe this is what it feels like to share, bokuto thought, because his life, he had you all to himself, and the same applied to you. he wondered if you felt the same after letting someone, who was not him, in your arms. bokuto was convinced that the ‘two of us’ is no longer valid, for he’d have to include akaashi. he didn’t mind, akaashi was his best buddy, and he almost slept with the newly established thought until you showed up outside his place, asking if the two of you could have a run down to seven-eleven. 

all this thought vanished at the sight of you, and the only thing flooding his mind was the way your hand occasionally brushed past his’ as you both strolled down the neighbourhood. you talked about people’s interests as if they’re your own, but that night, you talked about akaashi as if he was a part of you. your words flowed along the lines of how similar the two of you were, and the way you both have identical approaches to various issues. he had seen you compliments akaashi a thousand times but bokuto didn’t understand why a part of him wanted the night to be over quickly. 

events followed along, first term examinations arrived and after that, time seemed to fly even faster. bokuto would rush to the library for study sessions and he’d see you with akaashi, talking about a book he recommended to you and how much you enjoyed it. during group outings, you’d share theories with akaashi and he’d expand them beyond the canon plot. all with bokuto walking one step behind because he didn’t know anything about your conversations with him; or rather, you never told him. 

you’d spend nights texting bokuto about everything you and akaashi talked about as if he wasn’t there to listen. and no matter how much it pained him, bokuto loved to see you happy, so he played along right into your games. you’d ask and he’d tell you all about akaashi antics during volleyball practice. bokuto would tell you everything he knew about akaashi and hope that one day, you’d go back to how you both used to be. because even with having you by his side, he missed the days and nights you spent talking about him. 

when the third year arrived, bokuto thought it’d all be over soon. no, he didn’t hate akaashi— he couldn’t— but he envied him. he envied him when akaashi walked between the two of you on your ways back home. he envied the way you smiled at akaashi even at the silliest actions and treat him as the centre of your world. he envied how akaashi started being the person you’d look for during hard times, or way you started cancelling plans with bokuto to visit bookstores with akaashi. he envied the way you looked at akaashi— because you looked at him as if you saw yourself inside his eyes.      

but bokuto wasn’t a coward. he never learnt how to give up. when akaashi was in hyogo for one of the literary contests, you started zoning out in broad daylight, as if you suddenly didn’t know what to do. that’s when bokuto called you over to his place. as much as he wanted to spend time with you, the offer was selfless. bokuto would rather have you crying in his arms than watch you spend the day alone in utter despair. it came to him as a surprise when you started talking about how much you were missing akaashi, even though it had only been two days since he left. he bit his inner cheeks when you said you wanted to hug him. and before you could say more, bokuto’s words cut in like a knife.

“i like you.” that’s what he said. it was purely unintentional. he didn’t want to present such a wacky confession. there was a pause as bokuto looked at you, anticipating an answer. you didn’t say a thing; and the next second, there was a text from akaashi on your phone, and you ran out of bokuto’s apartment as if you never heard his confession.   

he was proud of confessing to you but in just a few months, the pride morphed into sadness. because back then, the now nineteen year old bokuto didn't know you had other choices. he didn't know he'd have to be in love with you and leave it at that, because his first choice has always been you but, you chose akaashi over everything else. 

taglist in the rbs.

#album. — haikyuu. #prod. — caelin. #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu angst #bokuto x reader #bokuto fic #bokuto angst #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu long fic #bokuto long fic #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto headcanons #hq angst #hq bokuto #akaashi keiji

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

Firstly, thanks so much for sharing your fanfics. I'm quite surprised when I realized that you also wrote Haikyuu fics. 🤩

Also, thanks to your blog, now I've become more in love with SatoSugu ship. At first I'm just interested, now this ship has become one of my top 10 fav non canon ships....

If you don't mind, can I ask something from Haikyuu? What do you think are Bokuto and Akaashi’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before....

P.s

If you want to answer the questions above with Hinata and Kageyama's dynamics, I don't mind....

Sorry if my ask is kinda similar to the satosugu ask. Also I hope you don't mind if my ask is a bit long @thequeenofsarcaasm ....

I absolutely don’t mind! Thank you for asking, for reading me and for following my blog ❤️ I’m glad to have contaminated you with the stsg brainrot!

Let’s start:

1- Bokuto’s biggest strength is how passionate he is about volleyball. He’s always striving to be the best and won’t settle for less. But that’s also a weakness because he’s extremely prone to getting dejected when things don’t happen the way he intended. He’s a true star: extremely vibrant and talented but also whimsical and dramatic.

Akaashi is extremely observant and that not only makes him a great setter but also a great person and a great friend. He’s so kind and reliable although quite anxious sometimes.

I love their dynamic because it’s so sweet and organic. Akaashi is the one person willing to deal with Bokuto’s mood swings. Also, he knows all of his weaknesses by heart lol. Bokuto loves to be praised and when the need for such words arises, he doesn’t even need to ask. Akaashi just knows it. Another thing I love is how admirative of Bokuto Akaashi is. That’s HIS star, okay? Finally, I’m obsessed with how demanding Bokuto is with himself and with Akaashi. He’s not afraid to ask “too much” of him cause he knows he can handle it. I adore them.

2- Hinata is a beast. He’s ambitious and greedy but once again, that ended up being his downfall (ahem when he got sick). But then again, he’s so ambitious and passionate that he learns from his mistakes and grows stronger. His strong sense of pride doesn’t stop him from growing. It’s quite the opposite actually.

Kageyama as strong and meticulous as he is in his craft sometimes fails to communicate well but you can’t succeed in sports if you’re a poor communicator so it’s quite challenging.

Now what I love about their dynamic is that Hinata’s existence is the remedy to that problem. When they’re together there isn’t anything they cannot do. Why? Because they understand each other. Kageyama tried to repress his “king” habits because of the trauma it caused him but Hinata put that crown back on his head. It’s the embodiment of “when you find your people you’ll understand there was nothing wrong with you”

#anon #asks #haikyuu!! #kagehina #bokuaka

[sodacomets]

IwaOi Soulmate AU ✨

(story under the cut)

I’m writing a series of Haikyuu short stories except each one is based on one of those story ideas I keep seeing on here!

I’m new-ish to writing and to Tumblr so excuse any questionable things. Also, feel free to suggest more ideas if you have any (tell me who to credit if possible)!

credit for this idea: @rubyrushha (whose blog appears to have been deleted) on Tumblr

Soulmates are not an uncommon thing. Every universe has its own version of them, be it the idea that “someday, you’ll meet the one for you”, the red string of fate that connects fated lovers, or in my case, having the first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appear on their skin when they turn 16.

The words would only disappear when you found your soulmate.

I never quite liked the concept of soulmarks and knew from a young age that no matter what mine said, my sister and nephew would tease me about it relentlessly. So when the dreaded day finally came, I wasn’t excited in the least. It didn’t help that I woke up from a mediocre night's sleep to find my family and relatives downstairs with an obnoxious amount of shiny balloons, each reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”, meandering about the living room, and “fuck you!” imprinted on my arm.

I half-heartedly covered the words with my sister’s concealer and then dodged everyone’s questions as best I could. I may have been an expert in the concealing of unwanted marks via makeup, but some things just can’t be hidden for long.

When I showed up to volleyball practice the next day, I tried to keep my jacket on for as long as possible, and hoped that no one would see my arm. Unfortunately, the coaches didn’t like that.

I tried to explain to them that the girls from my fanclub just really liked our new jackets and could no longer stand to see me in the abomination that was our regular uniforms. Maybe I oversold it a little because my teammates quickly grew suspicious.

“He’s a pompous ass most of the time, but this is too much, even for him!”

“Wait. Wasn’t his birthday a couple days ago?”

“OH SHIT! That’s what he’s trying to hide.”

As one can imagine, these kinds of reactions segued into teasing and a barrage of “fuck you”s from the rest of our teammates who, as I had found out, had very little respect for their captain and resident pretty setter.

Later, even the other teams found out about my soulmark and I found out about theirs. Most notably, Kenma and Kuroo from Nekoma had each other as soulmates, and their marks said some insignificant things from when they met as kids. Bokuto and Akaashi of Fukurodani were also soulmates. Their marks had said “Do you have like… a weird dick or something?” and “No, Bokuto, my penis is perfectly normal.” respectively. Admittedly, theirs were worse than mine. And gave me more questions than answers. But at least theirs were gone now.

After graduating highschool, and leaving behind my teammates, who finally showed some appreciation for me now that I was leaving, my soulmark fell into the back of my mind. The rumors, speculations, and jokes had long since died down. It was for the best since there had been a very uncomfortable time in which girls from my fanclub would come up to me and cuss me out. Each would walk away, dejected upon realizing they were not, in fact, my soulmate.

All that’s to say, the peace was much appreciated. I could focus on volleyball, setting, and college classes. And seducing the odd boy or girl I sat next to in the lecture halls. None of them were my soulmate, but that didn’t stop me from taking them out and having an amazing time.

It had been great.

Until one day in my 3rd year when I was walking down the street. I had my face buried in my phone screen, perusing some piece of volleyball news or another. Cliche as it sounds, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and aggressively slammed into another guy walking the opposite way. The books he was holding fell to the ground, some pages taking considerable damage. Both of us tumbled to the ground as well. I looked up from my dazed state and saw that the person I crashed into was an older boy, college-age maybe, with short, spiky, horrendously unstyled brown hair and a plain sort of appearance, albeit with a substantial build and a very, very pissed off look. I felt compelled to do something about his hair. Brush out the uncontrollable spikes, at least.

He gathered his books, some of which I helped to pick up, and stood to walk away. His jacket caught on one of the buttons on his jeans, lending to a rather disheveled look. Under his breath, he muttered something about being late, followed by a creative string of insults and capped off with a “fuck you!”

I looked down at my arm for confirmation. It was him.

Immediately, I whipped my head around and chased after him, nearly tripping, and grabbed his shoulder. He turned quickly and glared up at me. As I began regretting my decision, I took a closer look at him. He was shorter than me. 5’10, maybe? His eyes were hard-set but pretty, a sort of greenish-brown that would look outright offensive in any other context.

I returned his harsh gaze with one of my own, and used my teeth to pull up the left sleeve of my light-brown sweater. Then, l practically shoved the already-fading letters into his face.

“YOU’RE THE MOTHERFUCKER THAT GAVE ME THE WORST FUCKING SOULMARK EVER! WELL GUESS WHAT? I WILL NEVER LET THIS GO! THERE IS NOTHING WORSE THAN HAVING THE WORDS “Fuck you!” PERMANENTLY MARKED ON YOUR SKIN! FOR YEARS!”

The other boy's gaze softened a bit and turned into one of amusement rather than annoyance. He removed my arm from its place on his shoulder and rolled up his own sleeve, revealing a dense cluster of fading words, all crammed on there in a too-tight sort of scrawl.

#Haikyuu #soulmate au #iwaoi au #fluff? #not technically ship-specific? #except makki and mattsun make a brief appearance

[uncreative-little-shit]

Haikyuu Boys When- You Toss Your Book

including: Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto Koutaro

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Kuroo

It was a Saturday, and Kuroo was over at your house to hang out. However, you had been spending most of your day reading the new book you had just got. He was laying on your bed with you, scrolling on his phone as you read, when he decided to go to your kitchen to grab a snack. As he was closing your cabinet, he heard a thud and muffled movement coming from your room. Crackers abandoned, he went to go see if you were ok. When he walked in, he saw your book on the floor and your head stuffed in a pillow at the foot of the bed. “Hey” he said as he walked towards you, sitting next to your laying figure. “You good kitten?” You looked up with tears in your eyes, responding with a curt “no” and then burying your face back in the pillow. Before he could ask what happened thought, you picked up your book off the floor and held it in one of your hands. “I’m just so pissed off, he was my favorite character and he went and did that! like an idiot! and I’m so upset because I loved his character so much and-” you go on rambling about your book and how sad it was but how good it was at the same time, and Tetsuro couldn't help but look at you with a warm smile. You finished with a huff, and he took this as a sign to talk himself. Lacing his fingers with yours and asked, “Will you be alright then?” You smiled at your boyfriend and replied with a simple, “I’ll probably never recover no.” Grins wide on both your faces now, he leaned over and kissed your forehead. Cackling as he called you an “overdramatic nerd” and you swatted him on the arm, Kuroo goes and grabs his previously forgotten snacks for the both of you. And when you finish your book later on, he’ll listen to you talk for however long if it means getting to see your adorable face whenever you’re passionate about something.

Bokuto

You had just gotten back from some errends, when Bokuto rang your doorbell. Hoping to hang out, he was a little sad to hear you already had some plans to read the book your friend had recommended to you, and let you borrow their copy. “I’m sorry Kou, you can still stay though! Even if I’m reading, I’d love to spend time with you.” And thus you were both sat on your couch, you reading and your boyfriend on his phone, arm around your shoulders. However, it was getting difficult to do so when you kept shifting in your seat, eventually opting to lay on your stomach. Koutaro sent a pout in your direction and whined, “Baby! I wanna sit with you.” You look at the dejected face of the boy in front of you, and can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Aww ‘m sorry love, I’m just really invested in this book.” You lift up your arm and motion to your lap. “You can lay, if you want. I promise I won’t move anymore.” Koutaro smiles and lays on you, making himself comfortable and closing his eyes. As he’s laying down, suddenly, he hears a thud. Opening his eyes once more, he looks up and sees your hands hidden in your face. “Baby? Are you ok?” He asks, but you look up and there’s a large smile on your face. One hand over your mouth, you say, “Yeah, yeah I’m alright I’m just, oh my god.” Bokuto looks at your book that is now on the floor, then back at you. “The main couple,” you continue, “They just got together and it’s so cute and oh my god, it’s just- I’m so- They’re so in love Kou.” Your smile is large, and now it’s spread to Koutaro, his grin wide as yours. Cause when you’re happy, he’s happy. “Like us?” He asks, leaning close. “Like us.” you grin back, leaning in and kissing him.

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Repost because Tumblr is a meannie ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ

Pairing : Akaashi x fem!reader. BUT the focus is more on Akaashi, Bokuto, Kuroo and Kenma as a (chaotic) friend group !

Summary : Akaashi is about to introduce you to his closest friends. He hopes that everything will go smoothly but deep down he knows that when your friends are Kuroo, Kenma and Bokuto, things rarely go according to the plan.

Warning : none really. It’s chaotic because I live for chaos. My super introvert friend (hiii hellooo heyy ! If your read this thank you again for your feedback) said that Bokuto tired them out just by reading him (just like in canon). So I guess if you are super introvert beware to be drained from all your energy. Also you may want to fight Kuroo and wipe his grin off his face, but like always no ?

A/N : This is my contribution to the A First Time For Everything Collab by the lovely @suckerforsugawara aka Lexi ! This is also my first time sharing and most importantly writing , so I hope you will enjoy it. Also thanks again to my bestie Iija for being my dear beta-reader, your feedback means a lot (go read her work people it's @ffsg0jo !)

word count : 4,6 k (sorry)

“We may have to wait for some time.” Akaashi warned his friends, absentmindedly twisting his fingers, his anxiety level obviously rising. “She may be a little bit late.”

“We are literally 20 min early. Why on earth would she already be here.” Interjected an over-the-top dramatic Kuroo.

“What do you mean TWENTY MINUTES early?? Are you telling me that we CLEARLY had enough time to stop at the purikura to take some awesome pictures? I really wanted to do it and yall said nah!” Betrayal and hurt were written all over the equally dramatic owlish man face. But neither Akaashi nor Kuroo had the time to address the moody ace’s complaint because of a lower but colder voice entering the game.

“That’s absurd Kenma, twenty minutes! T-W-E-N-T-Y, it’s not enough for a full or even a partial battery charge.”

“That’s absurd Kenma, twenty minutes! T-W-E-N-T-Y, it’s not enough for a full or even a partial battery charge.”

“Way enough for me tho.”

“You know what, WHATEVER. There is no way, hear me out, no way that you will spend your time playing instead of interacting with her!”

Anticipating an attack, Kenma strongly grabbed his phone in his pocket for protection purpose. “I do what I want.”

“It’s rude.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Is not.”

High-schooler behavior. Thought Akaashi, too unbothered to interrupt the duo, or rather too preoccupied to trouble himself playing their game.

“WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR SWITCH, you still have your phone anyway!!” lamented a dejected Bokuto. “Nee Akaasheee why did you say no when you knew we obviously have enough time ??”

Oh, please no, not Emo Bokuto. Are we back in high school??? Akaashi was deep in thought, no emotion showing, mind racing to hastily find an adequate answer. And he really had to be fast before Kuroo opened his mouth and aggravated the situa -

“AS IF YOU ARE ABLE TO TAKE ONE PICTURE OF YOURSELF IN LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES??? And you want us to believe that you would be able to take five group pictures, add custom drawings and writings, pay, and print it in just twenty minutes?”

Oh no, too late.

“I am totally capable of doing everything you just said, you hater.” He was too boisterous, Akaashi didn’t like that, not at all. “You know what let’s go now. If we run, we can be there in less than five minutes. AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I can do all this in only fifteen minutes.” Dumbfounded. There were no other words to describe Kuroo and Akaashi’s reaction. Hence their silence and lack of action. “COME ON LET’S GO. We are losing time. You’re doing this on purpose Kuroo, you cheater! »

“Bokuto.”

“Yes Kenma.”

Kenma was too apathetic while Bokuto was too hyped, which presages nothing good for the latter’s mood. “Five minutes already passed. Plus, it may take us five minutes to go but also five minutes to come back. So, we only will have five minutes to take the pictures. And it’s the weekend, all the high school girls are out and queuing to do their own pictures. Let it go.” Silence again.

Kuroo was avoiding Akaashi’s death glare. He was aware that he spilled the tea and caused this whole drama. Kenma was on edge, Bokuto was … clearly sniffing and nearly sobbing and Akaashi was ready to kill him because you would be welcomed in this sour mood. But no worry, after all, he is the famous and lovely Kuroo Tetsuro. As ‘Japan Volleyball Association Sports Promotion Division Representative’, he got to polish and refine his favorite skill of his: smooth talking. “Well then just fifteen minutes left to wait. Not that bad uh. Still better than one eternity.” A loud silence was his only answer. “You know guys, like in SpongeBob. ’One eternity later’. ” Silence again sprinkled with judgy glares. Ouch. He might need to level up his game apparently.

Oh, it’s going to be a long afternoon. You know what, lost for lost… “Actually, we still have to wait twenty minutes.” Blatantly admitted Akaashi who was already tired.

“Say sike now Akaashi, because we clearly agreed on twenty minutes because of these two-man children.” Dramatic Kuroo was back.

“Kuro.”

“Yes Kenma.”

“You’re a man child too.”

Enlighten by this new piece of information, Kuroo turned his head toward Akaashi so fast that the four of them heard a pop. “Akaashi, I can’t believe it. You. YOU, the responsible one, do not trust me?”

So dramatic, it made Akaashi roll his eyes. “No, I do not”.

Kuroo’s gasp was loud. “Care to tell me why so?”

“The Hakone Trip.” The three other men responded with one voice and no hesitation.

“I THOUGHT WE AGREED TO NEVER TALK ABOUT THE HAKONE TRIP EVER AGAIN!”

PING

A notification. Akaashi could ignore Kuroo and Bokuto’s antics much to his delight.

As he was about to answer, he got interrupted by his former schoolmate. “Is that her??? Are you going to call her?? Can I say hello?? If not tell her I say hello.”

“I am just going to answer her text Bokuto-san. She will be there in 20 min, you can wait.” Getting ready to unlock his phone, he was once again interrupted.

“Since when is this your background?? I thought it was a picture of some onigiri from Onigiri Miya that ‘you adore so much but can't have here in Tokyo’.” interrogated Kuroo.

“Yes, it was.”

“Why did you change? Last time we took a dope group picture and refuse to set it as your new Lock Screen.”

Unphased, he unlocked his phone. “Bold of you to assume I want to see your face every time I check my phone.”

“You didn’t answer the question tho.” Kuroo was still behind his back.

“Have you ever heard the expression curiosity killed the cat?” Akaashi tried to focus on his two priority tasks: responding to you and ignoring his annoying friend.

“But satisfaction brought it back.” Completed Kuroo boldly.” Soooo, why? Usually, change is not really your forte?”

“Please Akaashi just answer otherwise he won't shut up and we are spending the whole afternoon with him.” Kenma intervened, as direct as ever.

Your exchange was over, he has no excuse to not answer. “Y/n saw the picture and asked me to change. It made her hungry and eager to try some, but she can’t yet because they are only available in Ōsaka.”

Kuroo sported a sly smile that made Akaashi’s blood boiled. But thankfully, before the former had the chance to add his sarcastic input, Bokuto asked:” So you choose a volleyball picture! Where is it from? It looks cool !!”

“I asked Udai-sensei if he could doodle something really quick and that’s what he proposed.”

“Wait, so it’s custom? It’s even cooler. Do you think he would be okay to draw me while I spike? I want a cool Lock Screen too.”

“I can still as-”

PING

“Y/n again?”

“Yes Bokuto-san, just let me answer her question quickly.” As he was typing, the two older men got closer to him, close enough to be able to sneak a glance at his screen. But discretion was never one of their qualities. “Are you two for real? You are reading my conversation without asking ??”

“And you, you are checking her grammar. You’re a bigger nerd than I am!” snorted Kuroo.

“Don’t be like that Kuroo, Akaashi has been checking my grammar and my kanji since high school. It’s really helpful.” advanced Bokuto to a not-so-convinced Kuroo.

“She is a foreigner. She asked me to do so to help her get better at communicating.”

“You see, told you so.” Bokuto was proud. “Now I don’t care about grammar.”

“Yeah, no joke.” Kuroo couldn’t restrain himself.

Bokuto ignored him. In fact, nobody paid him any attention. “Show me her contact picture, this is more interesting.”

Akaashi complied capturing his two older friends’ attention one more time.

“Wait, it’s a drawing, again?” Bokuto was perplexed.

“Of an anime character.” Added Kuroo also in disarray.

His interest having been peaked, Kenma detached his gaze from his phone and looked at the picture. “Oh, it’s Inosuke from Kimetsu no Yaiba. He’s pretty popular. Quite surprised she didn’t choose a Hashira tho.”

“Her favorite character is indeed a Hashira. But she said she had a spiritual connection with Inosuke’s lack of braincells. Therefore, it’s a good fit for her contact picture.”

“So, she chose her contact picture, and you did what she told you to ?” Asked Kuroo with a shit-eating grin.

Akaashi remembered why in high school he nicknamed Kuroo ‘Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-san’. And he started second guessing his decision of inviting Kuroo to this first meeting as the bad feeling in the back of his mind became more and more prominent. But before he got the time to respond, Bokuto talked again. “The drawing is nice and all. But, man, I really wanted to see what she looks like.”

“Bokuto we are literally going to see her in fifteen minutes from now.”

“I know Kenma. But what if she is pretty?" Even if they didn’t understand where he was going, they let him keep talking anyway. “I mean, clearly if Akaashi enjoys talking with her it means that she is somehow intellectually stimulating, quick-witted and highbrow.”

The others were exchanging puzzled looks. Since when did Bokuto know expressions such as ‘intellectually stimulating’ or ‘highbrow’? Kuroo was the first to talk. “How can you say that when you just learned that Inosuke is her spirit animal? On her contact picture she even added ‘No thoughts head empty’.”

“My sisters always say that in order to know whether you think or not, you actually have to be sharp, like you know, think a lot and be supersmart and all.”

Sometimes Bokuto-san is scaringly brilliant, thought Akaashi. Well, he always has been, how to phrase it, ‘emotionally intelligent’ but guessing that rapidly like that …

“Akaashi, I don’t like your silence at all. I am correct, right???” Bokuto started to get agitated again.

“You do worry for nothing Bokuto-san. She is quite easy-going.” tried to reassure Akaashi.

“SO, YOU’RE SAYING THAT SHE IS INTELLIGENT A-N-D COOL? No sorry, can’t do that!”

“Since when are you intimidated by girls Bokuto?” Asked Kuroo. “Usually, your sheer stupidity grants you an amazing boldness. Where is it now? “

“Kuroo, my bro, my guy, my dude. Yes, my coolness comes for my shining and stunning personality but mostly from my incredible volleyball skills and my magnetizing presence on the court. We are literally in the middle of the street. THE STREET. I am not in my element to impress a cool, intelligent, AND pretty girl. Try to follow please.“

“Bokuto, my friend, my brother, homie. Akaashi never said that she was pretty. Right Akaashi? “

Damn. Does Kuroo have a special power or something like that to always choose the answer that will worsen the situation? Thought Akaashi at lost for words while three pairs of eyes were fixing him in anticipation. I should not lie to them as they are going to see by themselves in ten minutes how beautiful y/n is. But if I say so now, chaos will ensue.

“Oh my god. You are right bro.”  Kuroo’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

“I AM OUT!” Bokuto was a mess.

“Hell, no you are not.” Kenma cut the both of them.

Akaashi was relieved. Finally, a voice of reason. Somebody in my corner in this terrible situation.

“You stay here and I peace out.” In less than ten words, Kenma managed to destroy all of Akaashi’s hopes. “Only one of us can be absent. Otherwise, it’s rude.”

“Oh yeah, now you’re concerned about what is rude and what is not, REALLY?” Kuroo strikes back not intimidated by Kenma’s deadly glare.

“And why are you the one who gets to leave and avoid being humiliated ???” Bokuto was still a mess.

“Both of you are extroverted. I am not. You’ll find a way to deal with the situation.”

“You literally stream thrice a week for I don’t even know for how many people. What are you even talking about ??” Kuroo won’t back down.

“Yeah, you said it. Stream. Online. In my room. Not in face of actual people. And certainly not talking face to face with a ‘cool, intelligent, and pretty girl’. So cut me some slack, would you ??”

“Heck no. I am the one leaving.” Kuroo theatrically placed his hands on Bokuto’s shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. “Bokuto you are panicking for nothing. We all know it. You love meeting new people. And y/n being all that is just a plus in your book. So, focus please. Like just chill.” He then turns towards Kenma. “As for you. Stop being a child. And work on your anxiety. Meeting y/n right now is a good exercise.”

“Stop trying to be so sly and just let me leave, Kuro.”

“I AM LEAVING KENMA NOT YOU.”

“But you love meeting new people too. What are you even talking about? We are friends with most of our friends because you can’t shut your big mouth.”

“Kenma. Listen carefully. Since when am I able to talk with girls?”

With that, Kenma, knowing Kuroo so well, had no conter argument to offer and simply went silenced. After some time though Bokuto let a weak: “Bro stop caping.”

“Bo. Why do you think Nekoma had no manager while I was captain??”

“Kuroo, that was 6 years ago.” Bokuto tried to rationalize.

“And no girl wanted to be our manager because you, goofball, discussed with Yaku and Kai what your type of girl was. In the middle of the fricking class. And so loudly. The words passed among girls of all classes each school year. And they all agreed to not be in contact with the volleyball club because of that. You were even fighting with Yaku about hair length. How embarrassing. Nothing to do with you per se.” Kenma was merciless. “Also. You talk with Alisa just fine.”

Kuroo started laughing. “Alisa? Alisa Haiba as in Lev’s older sister ??” Kenma nodded which made Kuroo laugh even more hysterically. He was even holding his ribs. But after some time, he calmed himself down. “So, you’re talking about LEV’S SISTER who is as easygoing as he is, which is a real plus, but also as much of an airhead as him. Don’t get me wrong. Bokuto is my best bro, so we can say I have a soft spot for this kind of people. But it is stupidly easy to talk with her and even if I say the most stupid or cringey things ever, most, if not all of it goes way over her head. And she lets things slide because we are Lev’s friends. I mean, even you, Kenma, you’re somewhat friend with her, and since high school for the matter.” Kenma was silent again, but Kuroo kept talking. “No for example Tora’s little sister, you know Akane, the sport journalist?”

“YEAH. She made a really cool article about me last season. She perfectly described my over the world strength and al-“

“Well.” Kuroo interrupted Bokuto who was going on a never-ending tangent. “As a representative for the Japan Volleyball Association Sports Promotion Division, I got to work with her. It’s been seven years that we know each other but she still looks at me with disdain in her eyes just like in high school. None of my jokes are landing, can you believe it?”

It’s your jokes the problem. Thought Akaashi and by the look on Kenma’s face he wasn’t the only one to think so.

The later sighed hard and sarcastically added. “Kuro. Stop being a child. And work on your speaking skills with girls. Meeting y/n right now is a good exercise.” It was Kuroo’s turn to glare at his childhood friend.

“You know what. I have a great idea.” It was Bokuto talking which make Akaashi’s blood turned iced-cold. “Akaashi.” Bokuto turned towards his old friend. “My favorite kōhai.” He sported a way too forced bright smile. “You who always know what must be done for the good of the team.” His tone was sickeningly sweet.” How about, you just cancel the meeting? Tell y/n that something came up last minute, will you?”

“Bokuto-san. She will be there in five minutes. She knows we are here already. I am NOT cancelling anything because of your last minutes doubts. She really wants to meet you and I really want you to meet her.”

Akaashi’s tone was firm. And Bokuto saw that this meeting was particularly important for his dear friend, so he backed down. A little bit only. “How about we invite somebody else who will be able to talk with her?” Bokuto took his phone out. “I’m calling Tsukki. He’s smart, it will do the charm.”

Kuroo facepalmed. “Bokuto, he lives in Sendai. And he never picks up his phone when we call him. What are you thinking?”

“I’ll call Shōyō. Everybody loves him. He gets along with everyone and can talk to anybody.” Kenma was looking at his phone ready to call Hinata.

“What?? Bokuto, I get it, it’s like the norm. But you too Kenma? Why are you not using your brain? We’re off season. Chibi-chan is spending time with his family. IN SENDAI !!” Kuroo was loud again which could be seen as a good thing, maybe.

Kenma put his phone back in his pocket, but Bokuto was still looking at his contact list. “Okay. Fair enough. But I found the perfect candidate: Atsumu!”

“Are you talking about your doofus of setter who tripped on thin air during a meet and greet in front of hundreds of people and TV cameras?” Kuroo was snarky.

“Yeah exactly!! Tsumtsum is really nice and, hum funneeeee and -”

“He is as much of a cataclysm as I am.” Kuroo did not even let Bokuto finish his sentence. “And also. One more time. We’re off season. He’s spending time with his brother in ŌSAKA.”

“Oh yeah right. I forgot my bad. Just let me think a bit... Okay! I have the real deal. I don’t know why I didn’t think about him first. He is really intelligent and classy.” The others were attentive. “I am of course talking about the one and only OmiOmi!!”

Kuroo took a deep breath pinching his nose. “Are you talking about Sakusa-san, your teammate, right now?”

“Yeah, Sakusa, OmiOmi same person. AND HE LIVES IN TOKYO.” Bokuto was boisterous.

Kuroo stance stayed unchanged. “So. You’re in deed talking about Sakusa-san. The SAKUSA-SAN who hates meeting new people ? No I am not fair, wait.” He stopped talking and faked behind deep in thought. “You’re suggesting the SAKUSA-SAN who hates spending times with other people, aren't you ??”

Bokuto abruptly deflated and put his phone away. “Oh yeah never mind.”

Silence ? With Bokuto-san and Kuroo? I don’t like. The situation is going from bad to worse. I am not serene at all, it is too quiet for my liking. And sadly, for Akaashi’s nerves, he was right. Suddenly the three of them became restless.

“AGAASHEEE. I NEED TO KNOW ON A SCALE FROM KUROO’S FACE TO AS BEAUTIFUL AS MY SPIKE WHERE DO YOU PLACE Y/N BEAUTY?”

Kuroo was too panicked to be offended but Akaashi talked before him. “Please do not ask such stupid questions Bokuto-san. I beg you.”

Kuroo noticed Akaashi’s ears, neck and even face becoming a little bit red and decided to launch the attack that he had been plotting for twenty minutes now. “IS Y/N YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”

Akaashi’s eyes went wide open before saying: “You know what. I’d rather you ask all your stupid questions before she gets there.”

“I just ask because if it’s the case, we would all be less awkward.” Lied Kuroo.

“Can you shut up, you dork. We have more urgent matter now.” Kenma was not joking anymore. “Akaashi. Are you sure that -”

“AGAASHEE ANSWERS ME FIRST.”

“Don’t interrupt me you owl !!” Kenma was practically hissing.

“HOW ABOUT YOU ANSWER ME FIRST?” Kuroo was not letting it slide.

It is so chaotic. What can I say or even do? I really want this first meeting to go smoothly. Yes, I, hm, let’s be honest with myself, do care deeply about y/n. When she asked me to meet my friends because she wants to get to know this side of my life, I was ecstatic. But maybe it was not the right time yet. I had a bad feeling since quite some time now. And my simpleton of friends all decided to go crazy without any way to calm them down. And y/n will be there at any moment now. Maybe I should have cancelled it like Bokuto-san suggested it.

“Yeah, you should answer his question first. How about that?”

This voice. Oh, this sweet, sweet voice. Akaashi suddenly became as white as a ghost and his friends quiet. Please, may my guess be wrong. I don’t want to check. But do I really have a choice here? He turned around slowly towards the source of the playful comment. He tried to collect himself, hoping from the bottom of his heart that it was just a weirdo overhearing and interrupting their conversation. A weirdo with a lovely voice. And now that it was about to face this person, an equally lovely perfume and a an equally lovely face and lovely smile and -

“Hi Keiji.” No. It was indeed you, y/n. In all your glory.

Kuroo, you are living your last moment on earth, Akaashi thought to himself even though Kuroo was still able to sense the murderous vibes. But seriously, how can I stay mad when she is there with a big smile and shaking her hand to say hello visibly a little bit shy. Just so cute.

“Hello y/n.” He tried his best to respond with a smile that wouldn’t let his thought be readable. But guessing by the others’ face, he might have had a grin as foolish as a clown’s. Or in his mind, as foolish as Kuroo’s.

“What was the question tho?” You spoke again and he suddenly went back to reality.

“Sorry what?” Damn I should stop daydreaming when she talks to me.

“The question.”

Akaashi blinked hard but did not answer.

You kept going. “The question your friend with the black hair wants you to answer. I didn’t hear it”

Akaashi turned towards his friends. Jaw tensed. Fists clenched. Kuroo was scared for his life and tried to hide behind Bokuto and Kenma, but in vain as he was taller than the two. He understood that his survival relied on his capacity to ‘shut his big mouth’. In fact, they all understood that their lives were on the line.

Akaashi replaced his focus solely on you. “Nothing important really. Do not worry. And I think he knows the answer by now anyway.”

“Oh okay.” You tilted your head to the side and threw a puzzled look to the three strangers.

“Right.” Akaashi gently took your arm before letting it go once he situated both of you in front of his friends. “So, this is Bokuto-san, Kuroo and Kenma. I already told you about them, so you know the basic info.” He tried to offer you a reassuring smile. “Guys this is -”

“I am l/n y/n. But please call me y/n. I am not used to begin addressed with my last name!” You offered a big smile. “Nice to meet you all. Thank you in advance for your care” you bowed slightly expecting them to talk back as they seemed quite lively before your arrival. But to your surprise they stayed quiet.

Not a silence again. Please. I am so wary of their silence. Usually Bokuto-san and Kuroo can’t shut up. Their silence is most of the time a bad omen. I don’t like that at all. This whole situation is already a farce. Can they be what is the closest to normal for them?  Was Akaashi able to see the future? He sometimes wondered himself as his friends all started acting at the same time as if it was part of a scheme.

“AKAASHIII. OH MY GOD. SHE IS INDEED INSANELY PRETTY.” Bokuto started shaking his hand excitedly. “HELLO. I am so happy to meet you !!”. He was nearly jumping on the spot. “Please, please!! Can we go to a purikura? I WANT TO TAKE PICTURES WITH YOU !!!”

Kenma took advantage of Bokuto’s excitement to hide behind him and immediately take his phone out of his pocket. He was about to start a game when Kuroo took a hold of his phone while saying. “Oh no it’s our pleasure to be with you, y/n. Right Kenma.”

Kenma cringed because of Kuroo’s tone. How did the date sim the Nekoma team played back then described Kuroo’s voice? Oh yeah ‘your voice and way of talking scream scrappy personality’. Welp, it seems that Kuroo was not lying when he said that since high school no improvement were noticeable as for talking with girls. But, was Kenma any better as his first reflex was to hide and start playing a game on his phone, exactly like in high school ...  **

Kenma was not the only one to cringe. Akaashi for sure was also suffering. What the hell was that? I can’t decide who was the worst. Kenma who totally avoided her. Kuroo and his weird ass way of talking. Or Bokuto who is so upfront. Please can I have a miracle? Can the ground swallow me whole so I won’t have to endure this afternoon which will for sure be a long, agonizing and cringe inducing hell?

His thoughts were interrupted by an angelic sound, your laugh. “Your description was really accurate Keiji.” You scooted closer to him.

“Oh, by the way, you can play with your phone if you’re not comfortable yet, Kenma-san. Take your time don’t worry.” Kenma shot a look at Kuroo meaning ‘I told you so’ and took back his phone.

“And I assure you Kuroo-san that the pleasure is more than shared. ” Kuroo snorted at your clear imitation of his way of talking. Were you already making fun of him? Right in front of his salad. He accepted the unspoken challenge, and he wouldn’t have any mercy.

“Also, I’d love to take picture with you Bokuto-san. Please teach me how to do your signature ‘Bokuto Beam’ so when I’ll be attending your match, we will be twinning every time you score.”

“HEY HEY HEY!! I WILL TEACH YOU ALL MY CELEBRATION POSES Y/N. You’re gonna be so cool cheering for me in the bleachers. OOOH, you should also wear my jersey. TsumTsum gonna be so jealous. Maybe even OmiOmi. AND YOU SHOULD MEET HINATA TOO. He’s my pupil. I am so proud of him.”

The atmosphere was finally enjoyable. Is this thanks to Bokuto natural energy or is it your energy this time ? Wondered Akaashi. But when you laughed again his heart knew the answer. I can’t believe that not even five minutes ago, I wanted to go away from what I foresaw as a hellish afternoon. How wrong I was.

“So how about we head to a purikura! The one in the arcade so we can also play games after?” You were so thrilled. “OOOH and we could stop at a cafe nearby. I crave something sweet like strawberry shortcake or an apple pie. Or perhaps something with matcha?” In your excitement, you grabbed Akaashi’s arm with both your hands. Looking up to Akaashi with a bright smile you eventually said: “Shall we go Keiji?”

Seeing his friends and you so enthusiast reassured Akaashi. For once, I am so happy to have been proven wrong. You squeezed his arm while walking and chatting with Bokuto and Kuroo making him smile softly. Yes, this is going to be a lovely afternoon.

#akaashi x reader #akaashi x you #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x y/n #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #Bokuto Koutarou #Kuroo Tetsurō #Kenma Kozume #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #akaashi #akaashi imagine #bokuto #kuroo #kurō #kenma #akaashi scenarios #hq collab #haikyuu collab #haikyu collab #afirsttimeforeverythingcollab

[kenanaminto]

someone free the bokuto in your profile pic 😔

he's actually soooo cozy and comfy. he may look like he's in a dejected mode but actually he is just hiding and waiting to jump out and surprise akaashi. don't let him out early or the surprise will be ruined

#ask #cyatzura

[reasonswhytocometoshiratorizawa]

Digital Portfolio Entry #2 - Bokuto Kotaro

Furudate created a character that nobody would be able to forget or dislike, and this character’s name is Bokuto Kotaro. Bokuto is a 3rd year student who goes to Fukurodani Academy, and is the volleyball team captain as well as their ace. Bokuto is a bundle of joy, celebrating every good spike he hits, and cheering for his team mates. In season 2 of Haikyuu, Takeda, the coach of Karasuno, even states that despite Bokuto being on the opposite team, that they all couldn’t help cheer for him. Most side characters that aren’t following the protagonist every step of the way can be sometimes forgotten, but Bokuto isn’t one of them.

Bokuto is able to stand out from the crowd, not because of his looks, but because of his personality. He is able to be distinct from the 100 different characters Furudate has given us because of something he goes through, titled an “emo mode” which his teammates had given it. This basically means that Bokuto gets pretty dejected during the game, and isn’t able to participate with spiking, receiving, blocking. How does one get into such mode, it’s usually because of something small, such as getting blocked, or the game not going as he planned. 

Even though it may be as small as not being able to compete in the main arena, this means a lot to Bokuto and in order to get him back up and running, Akaashi, the 2nd year vice-captain, does his magic and manages to get him up again. 

Despite being the captain, and also one of the top 5 aces in Japan, his team isn’t a one man show, in fact, it's much the opposite. His teammates are the ones to guide him along. I enjoyed how Furudate wrote a character such as Bokuto, as it’s very easy to fall into the troupe of a “one man team” for someone who is as talented as Bokuto is. Fukurodani itself was a powerful and skillful team without Bokuto, being able to compete against the top schools, but with Bokuto, they are able to beat them. 

Bokuto’s character is so pure, wanting the best for everybody. His relationship with Akaashi just makes it even better. Akaashi, despite being a year younger than him, took up the task of keeping Bokuto in check. The dynamic of the friendship is something that everybody remembers, because there isn’t a functioning Bokuto without Akaashi.  

#haikyuu #character analysis #english project #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji

[ohmy7hearts]

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𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧  ੈ♡˳  

ˋ°•*⁀➷  what’s new!!ˏ

neighbouring misery 002 ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

ˋ°•*⁀➷  what’s coming!!ˏ

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭  neighbouring misery 003

⚛ strikethrough are discontinued. may be persuaded to continue for some.

⚛ ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ are personal favourites. 

⚛ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ are people’s favourites. 

⚛ no (details) = completed.

⚛ general fics = no shipping & may not be a self insert.

⚛ fics can be searched up by its own tag title for ease of reading and scrolling.

⚛ fandoms and characters are arranged alphabetically with others/general fics being the last in each category. animes follow their japanese names.

⚛ some characters, especially if they have many fics, will have their own masterlist. 

𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗡𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗔

ღ todoroki touya

╰┈➤ ɴʏᴄᴛᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ

001  | 002

hc#01

"being betrothed to you is not so bad and i thought you felt the same but then why did you leave me behind?”

𝗗𝗖

ღ  bartholomew “bart” allen ii

╰┈➤ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

“it’s only a tuesday...”

ღ damian wayne

╰┈➤ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɢɪʀʟ  *ੈ✩‧₊˚

(on hold)

adventure of wonder woman’s daughter growing with robin.

╰┈➤ ʙᴀꜱᴏʀᴇxɪᴀ

(on hold)

instances whereby wondergirl and robin indulges in some kisses.

╰┈➤ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ

request

injustice au: wondergirl meets robin from another world.

╰┈➤ ʙᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ

batman thinks robin needs a partner to complement him.

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏ ɪꜱᴛ ᴇꜱ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀ

tw: suicide

twin au: there are some secrets which even twins don’t share.

╰┈➤ ᴍɪɴɪ ᴛʀɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ

harry potter au: headcanon of robin, superboy and wondergirl in hogwarts.

ღ harold “hal” jordan

╰┈➤ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ

dad au: green lantern has a little girl who is rather attached to him.

╰┈➤ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

tw: charcater death

“you have responsibilities which take you away from me but when i need you most, where are you?”

ღ jason peter todd

╰┈➤ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʀᴇɴ

“you’re pretty cool too not as cool as me, even after the lazarus pit situation.”

╰┈➤ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ

meeting barry’s daughter and the evolving relationship between said speedster and the red hood.

╰┈➤ ᴘɪɴᴋ

“i’m the bad guy but you’re convincing me to join you and your family on the good side though it can be argued if your methods are all that good.”

ღ richard “dick” john grayson

╰┈➤ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɢɪʀʟ

“superman physically gave mea home but you made me understand what home means.”

ღ timothy jackson drake

╰┈➤ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ

dc x marvel au: “our parents may be rival but i think we can work something beyond that.”

╰┈➤ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɢɪʀʟ

“your team hates me but why are you so nice to me?”

╰┈➤ ʜᴇᴅᴇʀᴀ

“i am born from poison ivy so of course i will be evil.”

ღ wallace “wally” rudolph west

╰┈➤ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ

“green lantern is my dad and your mentor is flash... so, how are we going about this?”

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇꜱꜱ

you’re a man of science and i’m a woman of magic but we make it work.

╰┈➤ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ

zombie au: “let me hold you for awhile.”

𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗞𝗬𝗨𝗨

ღ akaashi keiji

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

you try to show your support to the Fukurodani Volleyball Club. However, you find the present to be imperfect so your tries boyfriend to help you.

ღ bokuto koutaro

╰┈➤ ᴍʏ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ

bokuto gets dejected easily but with a few words and affection from you, he will be back to being your sunshine once again.

ღ iwaizumi hajime

╰┈➤ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ

010 | 011 | 012

“you’re my older brother’s best friend and i had never felt anything towards you until puberty hits and wow.”

╰┈➤ ᴀ ʟɪʟ’ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇʀʀʏ ꜰʟᴀᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ  ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

005  | 006  | 007 (on hold...)

“chaos ensued after we adopted two little babies.”

ღ kawanishi taichi

╰┈➤ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴀ

tw: bullying

a person that you used to hate can still be a person that you hate yet at the same time the person you fall for.

ღ kozume kenma

╰┈➤ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ

walking to school with your boyfriend in the winter can provide so much bliss.

ღ kuroo tetsurou

╰┈➤ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ

snuggling with the Nekoma Captain is much needed after a long, tiring week.

ღ miya atsumu

╰┈➤ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ꜱᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

smau

profiles | 001 

“you’re my little brother’s competition in the court but you’re cute, just not cute enough to be called my fav setter.”

ღ nishinoya yuu

╰┈➤ ɪɴ ꜱɪᴄᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

nishinoya does not care if you are sick or healthy to show you his love for you.

ღ oikawa tooru

╰┈➤ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ  ɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

you wonder where you stand in his life when his attention is divided into so many things.

╰┈➤  ꜱᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ

there are ways to help your boyfriend in a sport he loves and in doing so, you’re showing him how much you are supporting his passion.

ღ sawamura daichi

╰┈➤ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱɴᴇʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

daichi decides to join you in doing the chores, or more like the Disney karaoke you’re having.

ღ semi eita

╰┈➤ ᴀɢᴏɢ

supporting Semi at his Volleyball match

ღ shirabu kenjirou

╰┈➤ ᴇʀꜱᴛᴡʜɪʟᴇ

bumping into each other at a grocery store.

ღ sugawara koushi

╰┈➤ ʀᴀɪɴʏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ

karaoke session with your boyfriend because you are stuck at home watching movies.

ღ tendou satori

╰┈➤ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ

valentine’s Day was supposed to be a romantic day but your date has other plans, literally.

ღ tsukkishima kei

╰┈➤ ᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

you can show your love for him in numerous ways and so can he.

ღ general

╰┈➤ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍᴘꜱ

brofest submission

why aoba johsai should never be invited to training camps.

𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡

ღ getou suguru

ღ kamo noritoshi

𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗡𝗢 𝗬𝗔𝗜𝗕𝗔

ღ rengoku kyoujuro

╰┈➤ ꜱᴀᴏʀꜱᴀ

(coming soon)

modern demon pet au: “your brother knocked on my door and hey, you don’t have to beg me for forgiveness, please come in, it’s storming outside and suddenly your one night stay becomes forever.”

ღ shinazugawa sanemi

╰┈➤ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ ɢᴀʟᴇ

001  | 002 (on hold...)

modern high school au: “we’re forced into doing a school project but you’ve been unapproachable so maybe i stalked you so stop pissing me off when it’s your fault to begin with.”

╰┈➤ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀʏ

profiles #1 |  profiles # 2 |  001  | 002  |  003 (coming soon)

social media au & college au: “you’re my annoying neighbour but your roommates somehow convinces us to room his girlfriends and now i’m seeing you more than i want to.”

╰┈➤“ɴᴏʙʟᴇ” ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ

(coming soon on 26/8/22)

“you may be the wind pillar but i’m the thunder pillar and will kick your sorry ass so you can get me food after that and i’ll call it a date so i can see your cute blush again.”

╰┈➤ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀ��

(coming soon on 31/8/22)

reincarnation au: “why the hell are you being so pissy just because i can’t remember your beautiful shitty face and what do you mean i broke my promise.”

╰┈➤ ᴛᴀɴɢᴇɴᴛ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ

(coming soon)

kimetsu academy au: “i’m the new literature teacher and you’re the feared math teacher and i felt compelled to speak to you so my homeroom students stop fearing for their lives.”

╰┈➤ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ

(coming soon)

modern demon pet au: “i’ve adopted and spoiled your brother so much that when he told me about you, i found you in that fighting ring but you not wanting to leave is starting to piss me off.”

ღ general

𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗘𝗖𝗘

ღ eustass kidd

ღ portgas d ace

𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗞𝗜 𝗡𝗢 𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗝𝗜𝗡

ღ eren jaeger

╰┈➤ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ

001  | 002  | 003

"you have given me hope and a reason to live and i’m so thankful. if the world is against you, i am against the world.”

╰┈➤ ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀxɪᴀ

modern au: “a cute dancing partner makes dancing a whole lot enjoyable”

╰┈➤ ꜰʀᴏɴᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ

“i hope we can spend all our time relaxing under the tree together.”

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦

ღ akabane karma; ansatsu kyoushitsu

╰┈➤ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀɴ

reincarnation au: what is the point of soulmates if you’re not meant to love each other in every universe.

ღ akashi seijurou

╰┈➤ ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ

prologue

"i think you should take a bachelor’s party to vegas and it’s totally not because my best friend - and one of your best man - wants to and can’t afford it.”

╰┈➤ ᴇᴛɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ

"heavy is the shoulder that carries the akashi name but i hope my presence will help you.”

ღ kirishima ayato; tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴜᴍ

power does not mean the means to protect.

ღ lim jaebeom; got7

╰┈➤ believe

001  | 002  |  003   |  004   |  005   |  006

"i like you and you like me but we’re both in the industry where everything is blown out of proportion”

ღ yato; noragami

╰┈➤ ɪᴍᴍᴜᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

what is a god of war if they can’t protect their loved one?

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#mobile masterlist

[honeystwiggypeach]

Single dad Bokuto fic would be amazing! He's so sweet and kind

I’m so excited to write this I love him so much????? Thank you for requesting this I love you so much!! Mwah! I give you a forehead kiss for requesting because I love this!!! he’s like so sweet and soft with his son because he loves him so much omg they make me want to melt 😭I’ve actually written something with single dad bo before!! (I’m always writing girl dad so I’ll make him have a boy today!)

I don’t think there’s any trigger warnings besides Bokuto flirting with reader and maybe cursing let me know if I missed something though!!!(reader is called mama at the end as well so maybe fem reader?)

You’d met Bokuto when you were working as a barista, only a few months ago. He talked with you a few times sending you a cute smile every time you’d caught him peeking over the coffee machines to see you make the coffee.

“Aw many I thought you’d write your number on it like in the movies” he whines as he turns the cup.

You giggle taking it back and scrawling down your number. And it went from there, little chats over the counter before a customer would ring your bell seven or eight times rolling their eyes, always the same person who’s came in behind Bokuto huffing how tomorrow they’d get here before him to not see your pda.

Every night after work, Bokuto would run in the house giggling like a mad man as he set his son’s car seat down, unbuckling the boy as he giggled and babbles happily.

“Daddy got a date today little man” Bokuto tells his son as he gurgles back at him after picking him up.

He’d spend the rest of the day talking with his baby about everything, anything he wanted to talk about as he pretended there wasn’t a language barrier between the two of them.

But when the day finally came around Bokuto was extremely nervous, his babysitter canceled last minute, his mom had the flu and he wasn’t going to chance his baby getting it for a date, his sisters were out of town? What was he going to do?

Message you this, “mind if I bring my plus one?”

You a little dejected having thought it was a date, “yea sure! I don’t mind!” You did mind, he had a significant other and he didn’t tell you? What was the whole point of his flirting?

But when he shows up to the little botanical garden with a baby car seat you know damn well that this wasn’t what you were expecting unless he was about to pull out his wife as well.

“Y/n, this is my son Hiro, Hiro this is y/n” he tells the boy who simply gives you a gummy smile.

You’re a bit stunned, but maybe you should have guessed it when he came in with spit up on his shirt and a burp clothe forgotten over his shoulder and eye bags on some days…definitely not a deal breaker but it would have been nice to know before, maybe you would have been able to get Hiro a little gift or something.

He smiles nervously, “don’t tell me you hate kids” his smile drops as he cradled his son closer to himself.

You’re quickly waving your hands to tell him no, “not at all! I love kids! I think they’re great! I thought about teaching even!!” He nods seemingly relived as his son reaches for the buttons on his shirt.

“How old is he?” You ask looking at him, he’s adorable, he looks like a carbon copy of Bokuto but as a baby. His hair isn’t spiked up, he’s got little wisps of grey and darker grey hair on his head and golden eyes like Bokuto does.

“He’s eight months old!” He tells you excitedly, “he can sit up and giggle at silly noises!” He babbles to Hiro who reaches for his face as he smiles his little head tilting back.

When Hiro begins to lean over reaching for you Bokuto doesn’t stop him, you give the baby a little wave and he’s about ready to jump into your arms as Bokuto settles him into your arms.

The first thing he reaches for is the sleeve of your shirt bringing it to his mouth as he lightly gnaws on it.

“Buddy don’t do that” Bokuto lightly scolds as the baby giggles.

“Buddy don’t do that” you find yourself repeating almost three years later as Hiro looks around before dragging his crayon right off the paper, he jumps having not seen you before he looks at the crayon mark on the floor with wide eyes.

“Mama uh oh!” He runs to you hugging your legs as he points to the crayon like it had did it without him.

“Did he draw on the floor again?” Your husband asks.

“He did Kou” you sigh patting Hiro’s back before telling him to grab the sponge.

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