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cognacsip · 2 years

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A L W A Y S - FUTAKUCHI KENJI | CH 6

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Kenji's POV

Making my way to a nearby park, I allow myself a moment to breathe before heading home. All that running must have taken a good chunk of my lifespan. Reaching the swings, I analyze my surroundings, ensuring no one is in sight. It's late now, so everyone is probably home, but it's still best to check.

"Hm."

A voice approaches next to me, and I immediately know who it is. Since high school, Aone and I have been friends, and he knows everything there is to know about Nova. In fact, he is such an excellent person to talk to because I know for sure he wouldn't tell anyone my secrets.

"She went to go see him," I tell Aone as he sits on the swing next to me.

Giving it a moment, the silence confirms that Aone needs more explanation as to whom I am referring to.

"She went to see her middle school crush," I spit as if it were poison in my mouth.

"Oh," Aone responds.

In my last year of middle school, I asked my mom if I could send Nova a gift for her birthday. I figured it was better late than never to send her something after missing two of her previous birthdays. In my defense, the gift took some time to put together. I wasn't going to send her something half-done.

However, by the time it was done and ready, my mom told me that I should wait to send it. I was confused and stubborn. I informed my mom that I missed two previous birthdays for this reason, and it was important that Nova got it. Instead, my mom told me with a frown that it just wasn't the right time.

Eventually, I learned from eavesdropping on my mom's conversation that Nova had a massive crush on another kid at her school. Nova's mom was on speakerphone as she explained how Nova came home with a gift from her admirer. My secrete spy mission didn't last very long since my mom heard me punch the wall. I was upset, beyond upset, for a middle school kid.

After calming down, my mom finally explained to me what had happened. Mom told me that Nova was happy and spending quality time together with him. Whether Nova's mom approved or not for dating at such a young age, Nova was delighted. That's all Nova's mom could ask for.

Ultimately, I sucked it up and ignored the pain in my stomach. Instead of throwing Nova's present away, I hid it in my closet. A part of me still wants to give it to her, but at this rate, I don't think it'll ever happen.

"I hate that I love her," I whisper to Aone, "I hate that she doesn't know it."

Nova's POV

"Do you want me to help with the dishes?" I ask as I finish dinner with his family.

"No!" his mom demands, "Please make yourself at home! It's been a while since we last saw each other, and I don't want you spending it washing dishes."

Taking her offer, I look towards the living room as I watch Osamu gather together a futon for me.

"Will this be okay?" He asks as he fluffs the pillows.

"I think you should sleep there and let Nova take your bed," Atsumu quickly remarks before I can answer.

".. and let her sleep in the same room as you?! Not a chance, you snore too loud."

Laughing at their bickering, I find myself at peace again. It has been so long since I've felt invited or included. Going to a new high school in the second year has been an adjustment. Frantically trying to adapt to new surroundings when everyone else has already been used to it. Especially when my school experience is so different from my home experience.

"Lost in thought again?" Osamu asks as he approaches me with a blanket.

"Kinda," I respond, smiling to make sure he knows nothing important is happening.

"Is what's his name being a dick to you still?!" Atsumu tries to intimidate but fails completely.

"Shut up, 'tsumu."

"It's fine, Kenji has been ... off," I start and truly analyze the whole circumstance objectively, "At home, when Kenji and I are alone with our moms, he's almost nicer to me. But when we're at school, he's a completely different person."

"What do you mean?" Osamu asks.

"I mean, he's a jerk when we're at school. Ever since he started dating this girl, he has been ruder than normal. I can tolerate him at baseline rude, but now, he's just .... an asshole."

"What about at home? Didn't you say he was nicer?" Atsumu queries.

"Yeah, when he comes over on Thursday's with his mom, he's normal. It's as if he only uses that day to be 'okay' around me."

"Sounds like a personal problem," Atsumu claims as Osamu rolls his eyes.

Taking my spot inside the futon, I watch as Atsumu tells me goodnight. Osamu always stays and lingers around until he's exhausted. It's his way of making sure I am comfortable before heading to bed.

"You know," Osamu starts, "he sounds like the same jerk you used to tell me about when we were in middle school. One would think that growing up would change a person."

"You would think," I say as I wiggle my way down into bed, "especially when he forgot my birthday every year since moving away. He used to be really good at remembering it. It was 'his' thing to rub in my face since I have the worse memory."

"Right...." Osamu yawns, "Can I ask you something?"

"Hm?" I hum as I start to close my eyes to enter into a deep sleep.

"Do you ever regret telling me no?" Osamu whispers, it's faint, but I still hear him, "You know... I get that the distance can make things difficult, but when you're around, the distance feels like it's nonexistent. Like right now..."

"Oh," I manage to say as I turn to lock eyes with Osamu.

Osamu and I spent our entire middle school years together. Though he was with his brother more often than me, I was second. Osamu and Atsumu were heavily focused on volleyball. They grew up playing competitively, and I loved watching them at games. It was exciting, and to be honest, before moving my second year, the Miya Twins were terrific to watch. They're apparently the favorites to win this year. I'll be rooting for them.

But as my mom talked more about moving back to where I grew up, the idea of being with Osamu started to look dire. Don't get me wrong, I care about Osamu, but I hate the distance more. It wasn't hard to give him an answer, knowing where I would be relocated.

"You know, I hate distance," I tell him, "It's too much for me."

"Yeah, I know," Osamu responds in defeat.

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sassycheesecake · 11 months

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The Replier #6

- TŌRU OIKAWA, ATSUMU MIYA, Tetsurō Kuroo, YŪJI TERUSHIMA, Kenji Futakuchi, TAKETORA YAMAMOTO, Suguru Daishō, RINTARŌ SUNA, Kōrai Hoshiumi

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hqfeatbetty · 2 years

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who’s older (headcanon) FT.haikyuu!boys x fem!reader

✦ MASTERLIST

You are older than him. But that’s really not a problem for him. Age doesn’t matter and even when you are 3 years older he treats you like a baby. His baby. And most of the time people mistake and think you are both the same age or maybe he’s older because you are so much smaller (physically) compared to him. And you should see that smirk glued to his handsome face :)

➝ Oikawa, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Semi, Suna.

He is the oldest in the relationship. And he finds this little age difference is adorable for some reason. He feels like he have to protect you because “you didn’t live as long as i lived i know so much more about this world than you do” when he’s literally only 2 years older :)

➝ Matsukawa, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Ushijima, Akaashi, Kita, Sakusa.

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #timeskip haikyuu #oikawa x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x y/n #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #futakuchi x reader #semi x reader #suna x reader #matsukawa x reader #osamu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #ushijima x reader #akaashi x reader #sakusa x reader

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inariizaki · 1 year

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you study too much that it's making them worry !

% — ft. various haikyu characters, and 4town.

the one who scolds you about studying too much, but is very veeeeeeery concerned about you on the inside. he's worried that you might pass out from studying too much- or worse. he doesn't wanna show how concerned he is because he knows you'll tease him about it later :(

sakusa, futakuchi, kei, osamu, suna, shirabu, jesse, aaron z.

the one who's overly concerned about you. he tells you to take some breaks, and rubs your back gently. he'd also offer you your favorite food, and will let you rest in his shoulders for as loong as you want.

kita, daichi, aone, oikawa, sachiro, kageyama, tae young, aaron t, robaire.

a mix of an anger, and worry — actually he doesn't know if he's gonna be angry with you or scold you gently, but it always ends up him scolding you. he knows that it's important to study, but you're just overdoing it. and it makes them frustrated and worried.

oikawa, futakuchi, suna, kei, iwaizumi, ennoshita, yaku, jesse.

the one that who will get overly touchy around you, since he knows that he has that powerful effect in you. you won't be able to resist his cuddles and affection — he's just too cute.

atsumu, bokuto, kuroo, shoyo, aaron t.

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sim-patelle · 5 months

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Futakuchi actually watches quiz-shows. It's always fun seeing him getting annoyed at the answers of the candidates if it's wrong. It's not like his answers are always right, but it's just amusing to see him as he mumbles his thinking out loud.

#haikyu x reader #futakuchi kenji #haikyuu #headcanons #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #anime #futakuchi x reader #datekou #haikyuu smut #aone x reader #haikyuu imagines

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wttcsms · 3 months

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listen what about the good girl's boy best friend futakuchi ORRRR the police officer x DA with daichi. is daichi underrated enough. please pick one that is worthy and YOU decide whether it should be nsfw or not. i trust you with these

everything's blurry but you, kenji futakuchi;

pairing kenji futakuchi x f!reader word count 3.5k synopsis barely in your baby twenties, and you think life is so over for you. then, while at rock bottom, you run into futakuchi, and realize that 1) he's kinda pathetic, and 2) someone else's pathetic-ness totally distracts you from your own. so, guess you two are in it together. content contains drinking, bar setting (physical location, this fic does not set the bar for anything, don't get it twisted) prompt instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it’s the good girl’s boy best friend (who’s been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who’s her complete opposite

Kenji Futakuchi strategically chooses a Friday to confess to his first love — that he naively thinks will be his only love, that he naively believes his feelings are love — because it’s basically the end of the week.

Can’t do it on a Monday; when he faces the inevitable rejection, he’ll have to sludge through the workweek feeling like the world’s biggest loser. Wednesday doesn’t work since it’s that odd day in the middle of the week where nothing important is supposed to happen; might as well not try to mix up the monotony. Friday is good because when she breaks his heart, he’ll have tonight and Saturday night to drown his sorrows in cheap liquor, and he still has Sunday to rest up and actually get over it.

The confession goes as expected — despite his sweaty palms, rapid heartbeat, and the voice in the back of his head asking him are we sure we want to go through with this?, Kenji straightens his back and boldly confesses that he’s had feelings for her since high school. He’s met with her wide-eyed expression, a rosy blush creeping upon the apple of her porcelain cheeks, and she looks down at her shoes, too shy to face her best friend since childhood, too shocked about his crush as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world.

He already went in knowing that he was going to walk out a loser. It’s a bad mentality to have before entering a game, but he would never cheapen his feelings to the point of treating them like they’re just a part of some silly game. His heart thumping against his ribcage, the tiny adrenaline rush coursing through his veins when he finally decided to just be a man and at least make an attempt to get the girl — all of this is proof that this is real. Not a game. And yet—

“I’m so sorry, Kenny.” He would never allow anyone else to call him by that nickname; this is a privilege reserved only for her. It used to feel like an inside joke between them, but he finds himself shrinking back from her, and now the joke’s flying over his head. He’s on the outside looking in. This is not real, he decides. The humiliating “we can still be friends” conversation is happening to someone who only looks like him, he decides. His sudden desire to get shitfaced at the nearest bar has nothing to do with this awkward, embarrassing situation that is not happening to him, he decides.

She looks like she’s near tears, and she’s such a sweetheart, that he knows that this is somehow harder for her than it is for him. The urge to console her is overwhelming, but then she speaks.

“We’re—” She pauses slightly; she’s careful with her words, always cautious. Kenji starts spiraling, trying desperately to fill in the blanks when he sees her lips start to form that dreaded word, the F-Bomb that will surely impact his ego and blow it up, forcing him to leave it tattered on the sidewalk of her neighborhood. “—friends.”

She says it with such finality, it’s almost like a fucking death sentence. He’s in a courtroom, and she’s the judge telling him that he’s never going to see the sun ever again.

He makes his way to the bar in a daze, muttering to himself, playing a game. He wonders what she was going to say to fill the silence. We’re — just, only, always going to be, better off as — friends. Whatever he chooses, he’s screwed.

“Fuck,” he groans, wanting to bury his face in his hands. The alcohol hasn’t quite hit his system yet; he knows so, because he’s still capable of rational thought. He should stop now, go home, take a shower, and hide under the covers, dead to the world until Sunday afternoon, which is when he has his upcoming game.

“Are you done?” An annoyed voice causes him to look up.

“What?”

“I said, are you done? You’ve been talking to yourself for the past thirty minutes, and it’s starting to piss me off.”

When Kenji is with her, he tries to be a better person. He knows that during their high school days, he had a tendency to pick fights, antagonize others, take delight in besting an opponent. All that holding back only resulted in him being ditched for some mysterious rich guy who drives a sleek black car with tinted windows. Maybe it’s the alcohol finally hitting, but he makes the decision to just be himself. It’s not like he gives a shit on how you’ll feel about his attitude.

“There are plenty of other seats in this bar. Go sit somewhere else if I’m bothering you that much.” He scoffs. You narrow your eyes.

“I was here first. You should move.”

You turn your body to face him, taking in the strange man sitting one barstool away from you. He also fully turns his body so he can face you, almost childishly mimicking your movements, except he’s got one elbow resting on the sticky countertop. He looks like he wants to pick a fight with you, his brown eyes narrowed, lips curled in a scowl. The jetlag, the bartender mixing up your drink order, the lack of sleep, the awful professors in grad school, the date your parents are forcing you to go on — all of it has been packed neatly and tightly into your nervous system, compartmentalized, and promptly stowed away.

You can feel all your built-up irritation clawing its way out of your skin. Normally, you would just roll your eyes, take your purse, and leave. Normally, you wouldn’t have even said anything. It’s not like he was even talking all that loud. Normally, you would just mind your own business.

Then again, thinking too much about your own life is the reason why you’re spiraling, heading straight to rock bottom, no Google Maps needed for you to find your way there. Maybe it’s just better for you to pour all your attention onto this man.

“I’ve been living in this town since I was born, and I’ve never seen you here before.” He gives you a dramatic, childish, once-over. You’re wearing slacks, pointy-toed high heels, a fucking blazer. He snorts, then thinks about her ballet flats that she favors, her fluffy sweaters, her frilly skirts. Wanting to rid himself of all conscious memory of her, he pours himself another shot, downs it like water, and works on committing your serious image to memory. He takes in your disgusted expression.

Better, he decides. He’s not thinking about his little heartbreaker.

“Oh, I didn’t know I was meeting with the fucking mayor.” You give him a once-over as well. He can’t remember the last time he’s been scrutinized so coldly. It’s a feeling he isn’t used to, especially now that he’s a young adult and the volleyball games he plays now don’t feel so high-stakes. You’re sizing him up like he’s an opponent. He wants to tell you that he doesn’t fight women, but he’s petty enough and drunk enough to want to push your buttons — all four of them, really, when he takes in the golden buttons of your blazer, each one of them engraved with some designer logo he certainly can’t afford. “Have you ever considered that not everyone spends their free time getting sloppy drunk? Some of us have jobs.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s a job?” He asks, blinking owlishly at you. “I don’t know what that is since I’m such a simpleton. Maybe you can go call a cab and get it to take you to your job, and let me know what it’s like. I’ll still be here when you get back.”

Maybe in a different life, in a different situation, when you’re in a different mood, this stranger would be funny. Maybe in better lighting, he’d even be cute.

“I said some of us have jobs. Never said I was included in that group.” The words taste bitter, and you know it’s not because of the drinks you’ve had.

His expression softens a bit. As a child, Kenji used to poke anthills with a stick, toying with the little guys just because it seemed funny to his boyish brain at the time. Despite this, he’s not the type to kick someone when they’re down, even if you’re rude and have bad manners.

Silence.

This one, he doesn’t bother trying to fill.

He watches you pour yourself a shot, and he copies you. You don’t notice, but then you’re pouring up a second, then a third, and he can’t help it; he follows along. You catch him doing it out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly, a stroke of competitiveness that hasn’t afflicted either of you since adolescence is now invigorating the both of you. He matches you, shot for shot, and oh — he is definitely going to regret this. He might actually regret this by the time Sunday rolls around.

Noticing his hesitation and the near-empty bottle, you drunkenly call for his attention.

“Hey—” You bring your bottle to your lips, downing the rest of the contents, giving him a self-satisfied smile. When you wake up with a raging headache, hunched over the toilet, and having to show up to your blind date with sunglasses to hide your ragged state, you will regret this. Right now, you’ll take any small win you can get.

His cheeks are flushed, his reaction time slower as it takes him a few seconds to process what he just witnessed.

“You’re insane.” He mumbles, fumbling for his own bottle, and missing it by quite a margin.

“Don’t bother. I beat you, I drank it faster, and I’m holding my liquor way better.” Your words are slurred, there is way too much alcohol sloshing in your otherwise empty stomach, and the fact that you can’t tell you sound totally drunk (and neither can he) is a dead giveaway that both of you need to get your stomachs pumped and hooked up to an IV, stat.

“Liar. Look at the way you’re struggling to sit in your seat.” He’s not doing so hot himself. The only reason he’s not swaying like you is because he’s leaning against the bar counter for support. That, and he thinks any sudden movement might cause his brain to shut down.

“I’m fine.” You insist, and you look like you’re going to try to prove just how fine you are, until your phone lights up. Your almost carefree expression suddenly hardens. You decline the call, but even drunk, Kenji can feel the shift in atmosphere, the change in your demeanor.

“You sure?” He asks.

“Absolutely.” You reply back, with none of the conviction you’ve previously been serving up on a platter for him. He almost misses how annoying you are; the mopey version of you is no fun.

(That, and as much as Kenji Futakuchi spends time insisting that it’s not true, his insides are just as soft as everybody else’s. If only he was an asshole. He could be stumbling back home right now.)

“Whatever’s bothering you, I’m pretty sure I have it rougher. So, don’t go throwing yourself an undeserved pity party.”

“I highly doubt that.” At least you don’t sound so resigned when you say it. “And I’m not throwing a pity party.” Pity is for losers.

“Oh, yeah?” He takes the bait you set out — another competition. “What’s the matter with you?”

“My professor stole my paper and took credit for all my work, for starters.” You don’t know why you tell him this; probably because he’s the farthest thing from an academic, and unlike your classmates that you mistakenly considered friends, at least he’s not going to shun you — or, even worse — take your professor’s side.

“Boring.” He fakes a yawn. “You downed a bottle of tequila because of that?”

You frown. “Well, what’s your deal? It better be something major.”

“Soul crushing.” He tells you, and he means it. You’re a stranger. He’ll probably never run into you ever again. His friends will never let him hear the end of it if he tells them the truth, or even worse, they’ll pity him. He decides to let you in on the secret. “I confessed to the girl I’ve been in love with since childhood.”

You’re silent for a second, then, you toss your head back and laugh. His embarrassment quickly gets replaced with indignation.

“What’s so funny?”

You wipe a tear from your cheek. “Oh, nothing. That’s just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, given the circumstances. Tell me the truth: why are you really here?”

He blinks. “I told you the truth.”

He waits impatiently for your laughter to die down.

“That’s your soul crushing news?” You ask him, clutching your stomach, grinning at him. You haven’t had a good laugh in weeks. You were almost scared that you had forgotten how to.

“She’s a nice girl.” He resists the sudden childish urge to stick out his tongue and blow a raspberry. “Nicer than you.”

“If she’s so nice, then why are you drinking alone at a bar and acting like the world is ending instead of being with her?” You point out.

“How would you reject a guy who confesses to you?”

You don’t mention that you’ve never been confessed to. Instead, you pretend to ponder it for all of two seconds, before saying, “I’d tell him the truth.”

“The truth?”

“If I like him, then I’ll admit to returning his feelings. If I don’t like him, I’ll tell him that.” You shrug. “Simple.”

“So heartless.” He scoffs. “You won’t even tell him that you two can still be friends?”

“Do you think people can still be friends after all that? Like, things will just be the same as always between you two?” You don’t sound mean when you ask him this; just genuinely curious.

He tries to turn the attention back to you. “What if you two aren’t friends, then?”

“Why bother telling him that we can still be friends?”

“It’s polite.”

“It’s cruel. No one really means it when they say they can still be friends. People only say that because they think it softens the blow.” You lean your body forward, palms resting on the bar stool that separates you two. You’re surprisingly steady as you tell him, “Reciprocation is true kindness.”

Your eyes seem to sparkle under the warm lighting of the bar. He wants to blame this realization on the alcohol, but this is somehow the clearest his consciousness has been in a minute.

“What do you mean by that?”

“If someone reveals their true feelings, you should respect them by revealing your own. I hope she told you how she really felt.”

We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re—

a pause, hesitation, reluctance

—friends.

He licks his lips. His mouth suddenly feels dry. He’s aware of you staring at him, but you’re so drunk, you probably don’t realize the intensity of your gaze.

“She told me we’re friends.”

“And?” You press him for more information.

“That’s it.” He runs a shaky hand through his hair. “What does that mean?”

You make a face.

“It means you’re totally fucked. Sorry.”

He groans. “What do you know anyway? You’re just another bum in this bar.”

“A bum in this bar who can outdrink you, and my problems are actually major.”

“So, what? Call him out for plagiarism. Easy fix.”

“Easy fix, my ass.” You grumble. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Not even going to ask you to elaborate.” Then, “Got any other complicated problems my tiny brain can’t understand?”

“I’m totally fucked, too.” You admit. “Except mine is out of my control, and your pathetic situation was easily avoidable.”

“How was my situation ‘easily avoidable’?”

“Well, live a lie and don’t confess. Or, maybe just don’t like her?”

Kenji has never met someone so interesting. Usually, when people spout out bullshit and other complete nonsense, they do it with false bravado and counterfeit confidence. You sound like you genuinely believe in what you’re saying — as if feelings are just something you can flip on and off, like a switch, like a choice.

“Those are your solutions?”

You nod. He can’t even find it in himself to shake his head. He’s now oddly fascinated in what could possibly be going on in your life if you’re handling your shit with such emotionless, cold decision making.

“So, what about your other problems?”

“The whole point of being here is so I can forget about them.” When he doesn’t say anything else, you sigh. No point in acting like it’s not going to happen. “My parents sent me out here because I’m going on a date. Some businessman I went to high school with. They’re hoping we get engaged soon.”

“What’s so problematic about that?”

“Apparently he’s in love with some random girl.”

“So you don’t want to fight for his attention?”

“I don’t want him at all. My parents keep pushing for this, though, and since I dropped out because of the whole plagiarism thing, I don’t—” You pause. Even if he is just a stranger, airing out all your business in this dingy bar is a tad bit too pathetic for your liking. “It’s whatever.”

He bites his tongue, resisting the urge to point out that it sure doesn’t sound like whatever.

“I should go. Thanks for… this.” You wave your hand in the air, unsure of what to call this situation. Your moves are a bit clumsier than usual, and the heel of your shoe catches onto the legs of the stool as you’re getting up, and you can see it all happen in slow motion. You can feel the pull of gravity dragging you down, and you think for a split second that maybe banging your head on this dirty floor might actually be worth it. Maybe you’ll get amnesia and forget how shitty everything is. Maybe you’ll fall into a coma, be basically dead to the world. Maybe you’ll actually be buried six feet under.

Kenji’s reflexes are still quick. He jumps up from his chair, and your body crashes against his. He got up way too fast, and now his head is kind of spinning. The room is spinning. He hears a faint ringing in his ears, and he blinks hard, trying to focus. Everything is blurry.

He looks down, and you’re peering up at him, staring at him curiously. Everything is blurry but you. In fact, he could probably count your individual lashes with the way he’s hyper focused on you.

“You can let me go now.” You murmur, and he clears his throat awkwardly, instantly removing his hold on you. He’s thankful for the shots he took because he can at least blame the scarlet flush on the alcohol instead of the embarrassment.

“Did you call a cab?” He asks, noticing how dark it’s gotten outside.

“I was just going to walk back. Try to sober up.”

Sober seems like a hefty goal at the moment. “Don’t be stupid. Get a cab.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You huff.

“Let me walk you home, then.”

“I’m drunk, but I’m not dumb enough to let a strange man know where I’m staying.”

“It’s dark, and like you said, you’re drunk. At least call that guy you’re going on a date with.”

You frown, refusing to look at him. “We don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“But you’re planning on being engaged to him?”

“Like I said, we don’t have that kind of relationship.”

In the end, you know that this stranger is right. You’re not sure which cab services are still running at this hour, and you know no one else in this town. You dial Kato’s number, pleasantly surprised that he manages to pick up on the third ring.

“I’m drunk. I’m going to text you my location. Please pick me up.” You ignore a greeting altogether, and before he can give an excuse on why he can’t come, you add, “There’s a strange man here, and I don’t want to be alone with him.” The stranger makes a face, and you mouth out a sorry.

Kato sighs over the line. “Give me the address, and I’ll be there shortly.”

“Thanks, Kato.” He hangs up before you’re even done speaking.

You expect the stranger to make a teasing remark, probably boast about how he knows everything and be pleased with how you did what he asked, but he looks confused.

“Kato?” He repeats.

“Yes, that’s his name.”

“Daisuke Kato?” He presses you, and you nod.

Maybe your paths will cross again, he decides. He can’t tell if this is a good or a bad thing, especially since Daisuke Kato is the name of the man who Kenji’s best friend has fallen in love with.

#kenji futakuchi x reader #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #one shot #haikyuu fanfiction #drabble #fluff #imagine

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thania-keiji-gf · 2 years

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the type of boyfriend who feels annoyed everyday because you always full of super affectionate energy. for example, talks a lot, bothering him, clinging on him, and more. but if you on sick day, you will seems more calm than usual. no talks a lot, no clinging on him, or anything that you always do. and it will pissed him off. the true fact is he missed your cheerful side. he feels very lonely when you sick. it's annoyed without your voice that always ringing on his ears while you talked to him. it's annoyed without your hand that always clinging on him. yea, you make him feel irritating even when you sick. that's why you should recovery from your sick very fast. he want to listening your cute voice and feels your body hug him again. don't ask him why, cuz he always refuses to told you the real fact. 100% literally the tsun-tsun boyfriend :‹

-> TSUKISHIMA, Futakuchi, SHIRABU, Suna, IWAIZUMI, KAGEYAMA, Kindaichi, Kenma, DAICHI, KUNIMI

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wake-uptoreality · 2 years

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Haikyuu boys and their favourite body places to kiss you >///<

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[HAND]

-Hanamaki;Sugawara;Akaashi;Kunimi;Hirugami; Kita;Sakusa;Ushijima;Semi.

[forehead]

-Kuroo;Kageyama;Kindaichi;Ennoshita;Iwaizumi;Osamu.

[CHEEK]

-lev;Hinata;Yamaguchi;Kogane;Asahi; Komori;Reon;Daichi;Aran.

[NEAR THE EYE] -Korai;Yaku;Nishinoya;Tendou;Takeda;Goshiki;Aone;Konoha.

[NECK/COLLARBONE]

-Oikawa;Atsumu;Futakuchi;Matsukawa; Suna;Kenma;Tsukishima;Shirobu;Ukai;Kyotani.

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mrs-kodzuken · 3 months

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Forever Mine ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Kenji Futakuchi x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, marriage au

CW: fem!reader, implied short!reader, marriage au, fluff, slight overbearing mother?, mentions of food repeatedly, mention of no father, platonic boob holding

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"Girl, hush, you had a granola bar this morning; you'll be fine!" I heard my mom scold me.

I just stared at her, feeling my stomach growl. "But that doesn't calm my stomach," I pointed out.

Ever since I was little, I have always been a person who could put away a lot of food. And I was getting married to my fiancé in a couple of hours. Which unfortunately meant that in order to not be bloated in my wedding dress, I couldn't eat right this second.

She glared and said, "Calm down. You'll get food when you're done." She spoke, fixing my hair in the mirror.

The idea of food never left my thoughts or stomach.

I could really go for some pizza right now. Maybe I could call the pizza place really quickly without my mom knowing? That is, if I'm ever out of her line of sight.

"I can't believe that you're getting married. It just seems as if I was changing your diapers." My mom wiped away a small tear. She had suddenly got super emotional.

"Mom, you said you weren't going to cry till after the ceremony." I laughed lightly.

"But seriously, I don't like seeing you cry." I gave her a small hug, making sure not to mess up my hair.

"Oh, are the bridesmaids almost done? I want to see how they look." I pulled away from the hug and entered the room connected to mine.

"Good god, you all look wonderful!" I astonishingly said to all of them.

Suddenly, a herd of women surrounded me. And of course, with my short height, I was hardly able to get out of their grasp.

"Do you need help with your makeup? I'll do it for you." I looked at my friend, whom I asked to be a bridesmaid.

"Ah, thank you," I thanked her whilst I grabbing the makeup box.

After about an hour, we all had done almost all of each other's makeup and because I needed something to take my mind off of hunger.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, dear. Now all you have to do is walk your fine ass down the aisle and become a Futakuchi." My soon to be husband said through the door.

I have been talking to my fiancé for about ten minutes now. I wouldn't let him see me till I was walking down the aisle, I didn't want any bad luck on our special day.

However, my smile was quickly replaced by a groan of hunger.

"Babe? Are you alright?" I heard him through the door. He couldn't open it obviously, but I could tell he definitely wanted to.

"I'm fine, just hungry." I lightly laughed. If I didn't get food in me quick, I was sure I was going to die.

Hearing no response from Kenji at the door, I furrowed my brows. Getting on my knees, I bent down to see if his shoes were still there from under the door.

Which they weren't, by the way.

Suddenly, a loud gasp made me look up. I saw my mom there, looking as if she was about to scold me for being on the floor.

I silently told Kenji I loved him as I received an earful from the woman who raised me all my life.

"Ah, yes, thank you for that," I awkwardly said to my mother. She sighed and shooed me away, saying something like I should already be in my dress and shoes.

Sorry mom, but I was more worried about my future husband than a dress and heels, even if they were gorgeous.

A loud knock sounded throughout the room. The bridesmaids had pulled me into their room as if sensing Kenji was outside that door.

I pressed my ear against the mahogany door while listening. Although, it seemed to be that I was hearing for exactly nothing.

"(Y/n)? You can come out now." I finally heard someone speak, kind of sounding like my mom.

Once my mom said that, I rushed out to see if anything was wrong.

I noticed a pizza box in her hands, she handed it to me.

"Did Kenji get this?" I asked hesitantly, a smile coming upon my cherry-colored lips.

"Yeah, you said you were hungry, so I went and got you my favorite pizza. Enjoy babe." I heard a kissy sound from him through the door, and his foot steps trailed away.

Dear God, I love that man. Which is exactly why I'm going to marry him.

I set the pizza box down and quickly indulged in it, not really caring if it was burning my mouth or not. I sure was hungry.

I'll definitely have to thank him for this. I almost died from the lack of food.

"After that piece, I'll save it for you. You need to be in your dress and down the hall in ten minutes." I heard my mom lecture looking at her gold wristwatch, as I shoved the crust into my mouth.

I saluted and licked my fingers, heading towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my hands.

"Are you ready?" I saw a plastic bag that held my dress in it.

I nodded and took off my robe, which revealed the embarrassing black lingerie my best friend had put me in.

She said something along the lines of, I should get the attention of my man by wearing something hot.

As if I didn't get his attention already. I could hardly stop him from paying attention to me and what was underneath the clothes.

After I slipped on the dress, I was down the hall in a short period of time.

I was met with my mom, who would walk me down the aisle. I mean, who needed a dad anyway?

We hooked arms as I nervously held the bouquet. Even though I've woken up to his handsome face plenty of times, it still gets the knots in my stomach going.

Later, rather than sooner, our vows were said and the celebration of my marriage lasted for hours.

Kenji had been lying on my breasts for the past thirty minutes. I love him so much, I truly do, but I was about to snap, it was uncomfortable.

I shifted, trying to move his head so it would be lying between them instead.

"Why are you moving? Are you uncomfortable?" He looked up sweetly at me.

I glared at his handsome face, which pissed me off even more than his big ass head.

"Your fat head is hurting my boobs," I whined, shoving his head down to my mid-gut.

"You could have just said so; let's switch places then." He laughed softly, putting my comfort over his.

Right as I was about to question him, he had flipped us over. Where I had my back against his chest instead.

I snuggled my back into his chest, paying more attention to the movie now that I was comfortable and happy.

We got married two months ago, but yet he still says dumb shit like this.

"I can massage them for you." I could almost feel the smirk on his face.

I tore my eyes off the screen and just stared at him. How the hell is someone so perfectly annoying?

"As much as I'd like that, I'm watching a good movie right now, babe." I pointed it out, shifting so I could have more cover.

"Can I hold them then? They're always really warm." He commented, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

Before I could comment, his hands slipped under my shirt, and I felt his extremely large hands hold my breasts.

This was some kind of 'normal' thing we would do. However, it most likely didn't seem as normal as he thought.

"Kenji?" I mumbled, my eyes burning from looking at the television screen without blinking.

He hummed to answer, and I could feel the small vibration through his chest.

"I love you."

He pulled his hand from my shirt and squeezed my body in a tight hug, "I love you too, baby."

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” from Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more!

the header is from FutakuchiKenji7 on X

#futakuchi kenji #haikyuu futakuchi #kenji x reader #haikyuu marriage au #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq x you #hq futakuchi #futakuchi x reader

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 1 year

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The Haikyuu Characters Text you “I Can’t Sleep” | Pt.5

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Notes: The end is finally here. Sometimes with series like this, I can get bored by the end of the chapter. Especially since there’s 5 of these whereas other series I have don’t have as many, but I actually wasn’t bored with this series at all. It was fun the entire time and I enjoyed writing for all of these characters. Especially the cutest Koganegawa

In this chapter, the characters include: Futakuchi, Koganegawa, Aone, Ukai, and Hoshiumi!

If you want to check out my masterlist for the texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!

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nope-i-dont-think-i-will · 2 years

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How Haikyuu!! Boys Noticed They Fell In Love

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Suguru Daishou, Yuji Terushima, Kenji Futakuchi, Tsukasa Iizuna, Shinsuke Kita x reader

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Yuji Terushima:

Yuji noticed he fell in love when he accidentally blurted it out during an arguement. You guys were arguing about him being a flirty asshole and he accidentally blurted out something from the soul that he hadn't even realized himself. "I keep doing it to get your fucking attention y/n! I fucking love you! I want your attention!" It was a random thing he definitely didnt mean to say and he stormed off when he did, crying for a while and trying to figure out his emotions. After a few days he finally figured himself put and confronted you with his newfound love, expecting rejection but being overjoyed when you sighed and smiled, making him promise not to flirt with other girls. He promised. Now that he understood who he truly loved, he didnt need anything else.

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Suguru Daishou:

Suguru noticed he was in love with you on a quiet night with his head in your lap. You were talking about something and running your hands through his silky hair, laughing as he yawned and shifted only slightly to get more comfortable. The domesticity of it made his heart do flips in his chest and his mind finally settle on the inevitable conclusion of his feelings. He loved you. Before he drifted to sleep he confessed, a hand gently on your face to keep it tilted to his height in your lap. You shared a kiss before he layed back down in your lap and allowed himself to nap happy knowing he had you.

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Shinsuke Kita:

Shinsuke noticed he was in love when you cried to him because you had a rough day. You had been sobbing and he was quietly comforting you when you muttered "you always make everything so much better Shin.." under your breath as you hugged yourself closer to him. He felt his mind stop. When you fell asleep in that position he stayed up, rehearsing what to say to you, how to confess he loved you.. when you woke up the next morning he had only hugged you closer in his late night slumber, head placed gently in the crook of your neck as he slept. When he woke up he confessed to you, and despite how awful your day was that lead to it, you swore up and down it was probably the best of your life.

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Tsukasa Iizuna:

Tsukasa noticed he was in love at a game where you had cheered for him. Not the team, him. Your bright eyes and grin as you cheered him and his team on and waved your hands to get his attention made him almost miss the ball as the wave of realization crashed over him. After the game was over he kind of tugged you off to the side while he team was regrouping and kissed you. He didnt have any words, didnt have any idea what he was doing, so he followed his instinct. When you both pulled away breathless he muttered a small "fuck I love you.." and nothing more as your eyes met.

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Kenji Futakuchi:

You were at his place with the team for a movie night and clung to him during the last movie because you were sleepy. Kenji's eyes scanned your figure, sleepy and comfortable pressed to his side and let out a small sigh as his mind raced. "Sorry Kenji- I'll move-" you muttered with a yawn realizing you had turned him into your personal teddy bear but he only rolled his eyes, moving an arm to press you even further into his side. "Dont bother. " was all he said at that time, but the next morning after the team left he admitted what he felt, and he gave you a lopsided smile of adoration as you admitted you loved him too. Kenji mentally promised he would make sure to have another movie night soon just so you could cuddle up into him again, it was nice, especially now that you were his lover.

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Next part will be here if/when finished: ___

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