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sednas · 2 years

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Ahhhh your asks are open! How about some spicy headcanons for Oikawa, Futakuchi, Atsumu and Suna with a usually shy fem s!o who suddenly pushes them down the bed and take the lead? I hope it wasn't too specific. Thank you:)

"𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋?"

ehe I love this idea

tw: not really smut, more like suggestive themes

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

a look of surprise crosses his features, but his shocked expression quickly turns into a grin. he didn't see that coming, but it doesn't mean he's not going to tease you about it.

"taking the lead I see mmh? what got you so confident all of sudden?"

you kiss him to make him shut his mouth, making you both whine. oikawa tries to keep his composure but he's already rocking his hips into yours.

"you know you look pretty on top of me?" he said with a smug smile, tilting his head to the side to observe you from a better angle.

his comment taking you aback, you feel your skin grows hot, shyly moving away from him to run away from his arrogant face. but he has you already trapped on top of him, his hands resting on your hips, forcing you to stay still.

"you should get more comfortable baby, because you're not going anywhere now."

𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈

poor baby is actually scared for a few seconds. he was about to make you climb onto his lap but you pushed him against the sheets and he surely did not expect that. then he looks up at you, not used to have you looking at him from up here, a lustful expression in your eyes. he feels himself blushing when he notices your lashes fluttering while you observe him.

"you- what umh, what are you doing?"

that boy isn't usually shy, but your burst of confidence makes him stutter. you lower your head to hide your flustered face into his neck, proud of making him blush. like this you have an easy access to his sensitive skin, slowly lapping and biting it, making him whimper under you.

"okay okay can you slow down? please...?" you hear him breathlessly say as his hands settle nervously on your waist.

you move away, a smirk spreading on your face, yeah he's definitely not used to this. his red face lets you know how much he's overwhelmed and you suddenly want to spend the rest of the night like this.

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

he looks at you with an eyebrow raised, not really surprised but clearly amused. he's not used to see you on top of him but right now the view is quite pleasant. moving your hair to take a better look at your face he's about to make a snarky comment only to make you flustered but you kiss him before he can speak. he smiles during the kiss, purposefully thrusting his hips against yours to make you slightly loose your balance, a muffled laugh coming out of his lips when he hears you whine and feels you gripping his chest.

"you're so cute. so you want to take the lead mmh?" he teased, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing your warm skin.

you clung on his chest more firmly when you felt him slowly starting to play with your nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers. you whimpered and he hummed in response, giving you a faux sympathetic look.

"does my little baby want to be on top for once? do you think you can keep up doll?"

by this sentence alone you can tell he's going to be mean, laying back and letting you do all the work, only to suddenly crash his hips against yours, making you scream of surprise and cream all around his shaft.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

his face is unreadable, as usual, his head tilted to the side. he doesn't look surprised, his eyes linger on your body and he gets more comfortable, moving you a little with his hands on your hips to make you fully sit on him. your confidence immediately fades away, watching his fox like eyes roaming over your body.

"so? keep going pretty girl." he softly said, running his hands over your arms.

you shiver through his touch, and you can see a small smile appears on the corner of his lips, getting his face closer to yours while his hands trail up the curves of your body until one of his hand rest on your chest while the other settle around your neck.

"you could at least kiss me baby, can you do that for me?"

his voice sliding on you like honey, you obediently nodded your head, leaning down, slightly guided by his hand still on your neck you kissed his lips, moaning in his mouth when you felt him squeezing your chest.

it doesn't take you long to melt in his hold, getting lost in the kiss and biting his lip to feel your tongue in his mouth. he hummed against you, granting you access to his mouth to make the kiss even sloppier before you both finally stop to catch your breath.

"don't start what you can't finish." he quietly warned you, before pulling you into another kiss.

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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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🔞 Shower Together 🔞

You didn't really wake up from your sleep. But you could see your awake boyfriend, shirtless, playing on the phone, even in a drowsy state. Abdominal and arm his muscles looked very sexy

Noticing that you were moving, he turned to look at you.

"Good morning sleepy mole" he made fun of you

"Good morning," you said, smacking and stretching.

"What did you sleep but..."

"What time is it?" you asked sleepily

“09.30” he replied

You lay on your back, you covered your face with your arm

"Too early" you muttered

“Come on…enough sleep,” she said, trying to encourage you to get up.

You moan with your back to Kenji

"A little more"

Kenji put his phone down on the nightstand next to him. He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. Your back was against his bare chest and you could feel his warmth on your own body.

“You know?…I used to dream of you all the time in the shower. How I fucked your beautiful body under the hot water…and how I fucked you”

You had goosebumps as you whispered those nasty words in his ear. His fingertips had taken a little stroll over your arm, and obviously these weren't exactly innocent touches.

“Kenji…stop that” you moaned

He lowered his lips from her ear to her neck. His other hand was playing with your hair. He ran his fingers through your strands of hair.

You felt his warm breath on your neck. You knew you were inhaling your scent

“How warm your neck is. I swear I'll sleep here"

You grabbed his hand that went around his waist and interlocked your fingers with his from above

"My love, please I'm so sleepy"

"Really? I know how to wake you up. This idea may sound nasty to you, but…how about taking a shower together?”

Suddenly your eyes opened. Your previously paleness vanished in an instant. You turned to him and pressed your palm to his face, trying to push him away.

"Pervert!"

“What is it! It's like I've never fucked you before,huh? "

“How can you think of all this in the morning? You're unbelievable!”

“At least I managed to wake you up,” he said, taking her hand on her face and kissing her palm.

Your heart softened when you saw a pair of loving brown eyes staring at you. You smiled at him and slipped into his arms. You laid your head on his bare chest and inhaled his scent.

“Oh Kenji! I can never be angry with you. Your sweetness is enough to calm me down"

"You're lucky to have a cute boyfriend beauty," he said stroking her head and kissing her on the top of her head.

“It would be great if you stopped praising yourself every time.”

Although you were alluding to it, you were attracted by the smell of chocolate emanating from Kenji's body.

“Your fragrance is sweet”

“So you like my scent too?”

"Certainly. How can I not like my boyfriend's scent? Whenever I hug him, his warmth and scent make me feel peaceful”

He kissed you on the forehead. You put your hand on his neck while he was stroking your hair, then you went down to his bubbles, from there you touched his chest, lastly his abs

"Your body is so great. How long did it take you to build these muscles?”

“In 3 months. So that you can sleep comfortably on it"

"You are crazy!"

After smiling at each other, Kenji innocently gave you a kiss on your lips.

“If you like this fragrance, I can give you your secret”

you were worried

"How?"

“I'll show you in the shower. I will wash you with the same shower gel and you will smell like me.

“Oh well okay! I agree."

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom together. Kenji adjusted the temperature of the water. Then he helped you undress. He was already wearing panties, and a worn-out T-shirt.

“Can I help you undress?”

You agreed, "yes"

“Raise your arms,” he instructed you.

You did as he said. You raised your arms and he gently took off your shirt. He had seen you naked before, but this time you were embarrassed. You covered your breasts with your arms

“Hey don't! Why are you depriving me of the twin buns?" he said to you with a grin

"Kenji…okay you've seen me naked before but since it's our first time in the bathroom…I'm a little embarrassed"

“Come on, don't be shy! Take your hands off so I can see your great boobs" and he took off his sweatpants and remained in only white boxer.

"Okay" you said and shyly pulled up your arms and showed her your bare breasts.

Kenji was looking at you with admiration

“You are so beautiful y/n. I wanna squeeze your boobs”

Even three of Kenji's words made his panties wet.

Steam from the hot water enveloped every corner of the bathroom. You would both be considered naked

Kenji took a step towards you before shoving you in the shower. He grabbed her shoulder and brought her head close to her ear

“For me, are you wet again?”

You could feel the speed of your heartbeat outside your chest. There was a spark growing between her legs. You could feel a surge of pleasure coming from your clitoris to your stomach.

Kenji's fingers found your clit through your wet panties. He pressed a little hard, you moaned in momentary pain

“Oh, Kenji…”

“I see you are ready from yesterday. Then take it off so I can see your wetness closely"

"Oh, can't we just do it?"

Kenji chuckled

"Why is that?"

“This…that is so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed that you look at my wetness"

Kenji's patience was slowly running out.

“Oh, you played hard so much, y/n-chan. Anyone who sees it thinks that you will show me your cunt for the first time. They'll think we're both rookie virgins"

You finally agreed and stopped resisting

“Well okay. But don't forget we're in the bathroom. They can hear our voices”

"There's a simple solution to this, honey," he said, and closed the louver of the small air vent in the bathroom.

"That's it. No one can hear us anymore. Come on. Take a shower with me"

You gathered all your courage and took off your underwear in front of each other.

Your genitals were now visible to each other.

You went under hot water. The hot water drops touching your skin made you relax. Then Kenji's slow and passionate kiss increased the level of serotonin secreted in your body.

You were both soaking wet from head to toe. The water gushing from the shower drain was running down your head. Kenji parted his lips from you. You opened your eyes and saw that her cheeks were red.

“Y/n” he said gently, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking it.

Then he kissed you a second time passionately and this time more passionately. He stuck his tongue into his mouth while kissing. You were sucking his tongue too, exploring every inch of each other's mouths.

As he pulled his full lips away from yours, you stared at the drool that stretched between you from the tips of your tongues.

Keeping his posture, Kenji reached for the shower faucets and turned off the water. As soon as you turned off the water, the hot air vapor around you suddenly disappeared.

Goosebumps are slowly starting to get goosebumps

“Oh? Kenji I'm…I'm cold" you said wrapping your arms around yourself

A daring grin appeared on his face

"Don't worry. I'll warm you up now."

You thought the softness of his voice would innocently hug you and warm you with his skin, but Kenji's suddenly changed demeanor made you feel like you had been slapped.

"Kneel down!" he said like a commander giving orders to his subordinate

"W-What?" you stammered in surprise

“You heard what I said. I want my dick in your mouth. Suck that!”

He considered the possibility of your hesitation and pressed your head, causing you to get down on your knees.

“If you try to resist, I will force it into your mouth. You either be a submissive bitch and listen to me, or I'll fuck you to death. Now… obey my orders, sweetheart”

Kenji's dominance and authoritarianism was enough to make you shiver. Your sweet boyfriend, who didn't hesitate to fight with you, was turning into a despot when it came to having sex.

If you obeyed him, maybe you could taste another form of sex. So you agreed to follow his orders

"You command, sir," you said to him in submission.

Kenji grinned triumphantly.

“Fine,” he said, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you hard towards him.

"Take that in your mouth!"

You instinctively opened your mouth and took Kenji's hardened erect dick in your mouth. As soon as you took it in your mouth, you were short of breath. He had your dick all up his throat. You made weird noises in your throat, you looked at Kenji with your watery eyes pleadingly.

"Come on! You are a submissive slut.You're not going to ask me to stop, are you?"

You shook your head no

“So suck it up. Throw it all in your mouth,bitch!”

He grabbed his head and pressed it to himself. You could feel his thick, hardened cock in your throat. You started licking your head back and forth.

After a while, Kenji got tired of your slow pace and grabbed hold of the back of his hair. You took your dick out of your mouth

“Speed up! I want to cum”

“But we just started”

He sadistically slapped your in the face and before you knew what it was, you felt his huge dick in your mouth again.

“I told you to speed up! I'm going to cum into your pretty little mouth whether you’d like it or not! Keep on!"

With another slap on your cheek, a red handprint appeared where he had slap.

You did exactly what he said, treating Kenji like an obedient slut.

You continued to suck on Kenji's hardened cock until he ejaculated.

“I'm cumming y/n”

He muttered loudly and groaned, grabbed the back of your head as you ejaculated, pulled you towards him and cum all over your mouth.

You felt your hardened cock soften again in your mouth and coughed as you removed it.

The semen that filled every corner of his mouth flowed into his palms.

“Clean these things up,” he ordered, showing you the semen on the end of your dick.

You carried out your order without question. You cleaned it using your tongue like a cleaning cloth

"Stand up!" and gave you the second order.

You stood up. Kenji brought his index and thumb together between your legs and began massaging his clit back and forth.

You were soaking wet while blowing Kenji and your cunt was very sensitive. You meowed as you felt Kenji's fingers

“How does it feel?”

You couldn't answer with pleasure. Only two words came out of your mouth between your short intermittent breaths.

"So nice"

“Look at you. You're drenched."

He pressed his fingers harder against you. This time he touched your sensitive area. You almost screamed.

“You’re gung ho. Turn around, put your hands on the wall”

He pushes you against the wall and you put your hands on the wall and turn your back on him. You lifted your hips a little to rest against him.

“You are so impatient. I'm not going to get right into it."

He leaned against you from behind and his fingers cupped both of your breasts.

“How soft they are”

He started massaging her breasts as if kneading dough. He squeezed his hardened nipples between his two fingers

“You are hardened. Do you want to cumming from your nipples too? Or do you just want to cum out of your cunt waiting to be fucked? Tell me baby, what do you want?"

You felt his hot breath on your neck. Then she dug her teeth into your delicate skin, leaving you with a feeling of pain and pleasure competing against each other.

He didn't pull his teeth out of your neck until he was bruised.

You couldn't answer their questions, you just groaned that you felt both pain and pleasure.

“I get it, honey. You want me to go your inside. Wouldn't I ever give you what you want?"

He slapped your ass with all his might. Then he entered it for as little as the speed of light. The thick cock that got into the pussy enlarged the walls of the vagina. It started to move quickly inside. Spanking your hips occasionally

“Ohh…Kenji!”

"What are you? Are you cumming right away?" he said mockingly

“I don't think I can hold it”

You got another slap on your hip

“Shut up! You can't ejaculate before I cumming!”

"No!" You were literally crying with pleasure as you pleaded.

He stopped moving inside

"What did you say?" he said in a menacing voice

You took a deep breath and cried out in impatience

“I wanna cum Kenji! Fuck me!”

"So you wanna cum"

He turned you face-to-face again and grabbed your hips and lifted you up. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. You shivered as your back pressed against the freezing wall. Kenji caught your throat with one hand

“If you want to cum, you hafta look at my face while cumming! Otherwise, the results won’t be good for you.”

You nodded okay. Once Kenji got inside, your vaginal walls tightened again and you started to get more and more wetter.

You could hear the sound of Kenji's skin hitting yours as he moved inside, including cracking sounds from the wetness and sticky vagina.

"Look down! See how I fuck you!”

You hesitated, it was so embarrassing to see Kenji's dick fucked to your cunt. You just wanted to feel the orgasm and enjoy the moment.

“I said, look down!” you insisted

Reluctantly, you lowered your head and saw a thick cock slithering in and out of your vagina. Your pussy was like a fountain, dripping splatteringly.

"It's obvious that you get angry as you go inside, that's how wet you are"

You totally got Kenji's dick in and your moans were a duet as he swung back and forth at top speed.

Your wetness was creaming Kenji's cock. He dug his teeth into your neck and started sucking on your sensitive spot. Waves of pleasure were radiating from every corner of his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist and scratched his back.

He made one last move and went deep inside.

“Take it all, you slut!” she said as she had an orgasm with a flushed face

Warm semen filled her womb. Kenji's cock softened inside, you both gasped at the same time after you screamed for orgasm.

Your heart was beating outside your chest, you could feel your pulse beating in your vagina. 'Cause your vagina was beating like a heart

Kenji slowly lowered you. You had a pain in your lower back and you were not able to walk.

“Oh Kenji! I can't stand up"

“I guess I forced too hard. Do you want me to wash you? And with that scent you love?”

"Okay" you said with a slight smile.

“You will smell like me too”

He gently lifted you up and turned the water back on. He pushed back the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

You shampooed and lathered each other. Kenji would occasionally place kisses on your shoulder and back as he washed you with soap.

You took a pleasant shower after sex. Then Kenji put you in a bathrobe, then he wrapped a towel around his waist and carried you to bed.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much," he said as he draped the quilt over you.

You replied, "It hurt a little"

"I am sorry. Sometimes I get carried away. Now I'm going to get you a birth control pill. We don't want to encounter a surprise pregnancy, do we?"

"Yes you are right"

He went to the kitchen and soon came back with a glass of water and a birth control pill.

“Drink it” he said, and handed it to you.

You took the pill with the water. Now, the possibility of encountering a surprise pregnancy after unprotected intercourse was minimized.

She dried her hair with a towel wrapped around her shoulder and then picked up her phone on the nightstand.

“I wanted to have a good time with you for an hour, but they didn't give me any rest. The message box is overflowing”

"So you're loved, Kenji," you said with a chuckle.

“They may love me, but I just love you y/n” she said and put the phone down again and reached towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"What would you like to do now? Should we lie in bed and cuddle or watch a movie? If you're hungry, I can eat it too"

You accepted his offer by saying

"Let's do it all in order"

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lexinympho · 1 year

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[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]

"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."

You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."

"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.

You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"

"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."

With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"

His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"

"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."

"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."

The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"

"What do you think I said?"

"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.

"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.

"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.

You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."

"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.

"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.

You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."

"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."

"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.

Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."

You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."

He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"

"Oh my God."

"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."

You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."

"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.

"What point are you trying to make here?"

His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"

You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"

"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."

"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.

He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"

"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.

"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."

A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."

"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."

You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"

The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."

He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"

"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.

"You followed me!"

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#this is crackish but fr i wanna see someone use dick down december #«lexi's writing»#haikyuu x reader #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #hq x y/n #haikyū x you

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writingbymoonlight · 1 year

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pout

ft.: futakuchi x f!reader

word count: ~800 words

a/n: my second entry for @cup-of-fluff's a time to shine collab! luna, thank you again for letting me join!

Futakuchi is in a sour mood.

It isn’t because his teacher scolded him for showing up late to class. And it isn’t because of the depressing grey and rainy weather outside that meant the team is stuck in the gym all day for after-school practice. And it isn’t because he’s currently been at practice for less than ten minutes and Kamasaki already scolded him for failing to be respectful to his upperclassmen.

Well, maybe that last thing is slightly irking him, but how could it not? Kamasaki’s presence and demands that he be more respectful was like a constant thorn in his side.

No, what had been bothering him was the image of you, one of Date Tech’s managers, and Koganegawa entering the school grounds together, underneath the same umbrella.

It wasn’t like he was jealous or anything. Why would he be jealous? You and Futakuchi were friendly, nothing more and nothing less. He was simply curious why you two were walking together.

Was there something going on between you and Koganegawa?

Futakuchi has to remind himself that it was highly unlikely. The first-year is undoubtedly a hardworking and loyal teammate, but he also is kind of like a baby giraffe: tall, lanky, a bit awkward and slightly naive.

Meanwhile, you are charming, intelligent, beautiful, funny and generous. There were countless guys at school who pined after you and Futakuchi knew that you’ve received a few confessions in the past. But no matter how sweet or well-thought out the confessions were, you turned every single one of them down politely. Futakuchi always assumed that this signified that there was someone you already liked. Maybe Koganegawa is the one you like?

But again, Futakuchi tells himself, he is only mildly curious about the situation. Not jealous at all.

“Oi, what’s with that pouty look on your face?!” a voice calls out to him from the door of the storage room, snapping the second-year out of his thoughts. Futakuchi looks up from the cart of volleyballs he was supposed to wheel into the gym and sees Kamasaki, who appears to have forgotten about their little squabble earlier.

“I don’t have a pouty look on my face,” Date Tech’s ace retorts as he hides away any emotion (and potential pout) on his face with a mask of nonchalance. Why was Kamasaki still hanging out at practice again anyways? He didn’t need to be here since he, Moniwa and Sasaya all decided to leave the team after their loss to Karasuno.

“You totally do!” Kamasaki barks out laughing before leaning against the door frame, a knowing gleam shining in his eyes. “Let me guess: you finally asked Y/N out and she rejected you?”

Irritation swells through the brown-haired boy as he pushes the cart of volleyballs out of the room, forcing the former middle blocker to jump out of the way.

“For the millionth time, I don’t like Y/N in that way,” Futakuchi grumbles as he shoulders past Kamasaki.

As much Futakuchi denies his feelings towards you to himself and everyone on the volleyball team, it is obvious that he has a crush on you. He isn’t overly snarky towards you. Perhaps occasionally sarcastic, but you always fired back with your own sarcastic comments, which made him laugh. He was never mean to you or gave you a hard time. Whenever you were around, he was more attentive and more outwardly kind. And it was impossible to miss the fact that he genuinely smiles whenever you talk together.

Kamasaki was about to open his mouth and point this all out to the stubborn new captain when you suddenly sprint past them towards Koganegawa, who was leaning against the gym wall, trying to imitate Kageyama Tobio’s nail care routine before practice commenced.

“Kogane! I wanted to thank you again for this morning!” Futakuchi hears your angelic voice announce.

From the corner of his eye, he catches the big-bone setter giving you a bright smile as he cheerfully responds, “No problem, Y/N!”

“I can’t believe I forgot my umbrella today. When it started raining on my way to school, I thought I was going to have to show up to class completely soaked.”

“Good thing I ran into you then!”

“Definitely,” you reply with a wide grin that makes Futakuchi’s heart ache. “Well, I’ll let you get warmed up for practice then.”

And with that, you leave Koganegawa and jog past Futakuchi once again, but this time, you throw him a small smile that causes his aching heart to skip a beat. As you make your way to help Nametsu set up the gym for practice, he is left wondering why small gestures like these are allowed to have such an effect on a person’s heart.

“Looks like you have no reason to pout anymore,” Kamasaki quietly remarks and Futakuchi senses that a knowing and teasing smirk is gracing his upperclassman's lips. But instead of confirming this assumption, Futakuchi watches you with his own small smile.

#futakuchi x reader #futakuchi x y/n #futakuchi x f!reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi kenji x y/n #futakuchi kenji #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu!!#collab: time to shine

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rae-is-typing · 2 years

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In Which he Accidentally Confesses || Futakuchi, Aone

Notes: huge thanks to @millenialfanfictionaddiction for proof reading!!

Description: he accidentally confesses his feelings

Warnings: swearing, futakuchi is kind of an asshole, aone is a huge softie

Image count: 7

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Futakuchi Kenji

Aone Takanobu

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kaigarax · 5 months

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Your Laugh and Smile

or This is How to Vary Life

Futakuchi Kenji x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you because of the way you click."

It is of the utmost importance, regardless of someone’s age, gender or race, to be excellent in at least one thing. One must not merely excel at this single task but be fundamentally better than anyone else within similar circumstances attempting to accomplish that very same task and in a location relative to yours.

Of course, this entire theory can be ultimately tossed out and entirely forsaken if one does not wish to become important (in any way whatsoever) and hopes to maintain an ordinary life. It should be noted that by choosing to ignore this most radical and sensible piece of advice you are outright denying oneself of all human pleasures that fall into either category of dreams or desires.

This piece is, of course, only one of seven different instructionals to help guide you into a world of excellence. One should hope to not just entertain themselves with these pieces of work but look to apply them into their everyday life. Once again, it should be noted that all pieces should be read and thought on for a maximum absorption of the materials.

Now, without further ado, this is how to open up.

---

Futakuchi falls in love like the holding of another’s hand. It is often strange at first as you find the right way to realign your fingers with theirs but eventually it, loving them, becomes second nature.

---

Futakuchi should have suspected something strange was going on when his upperclassmen invited him to ‘team building exercises’. The premise itself wasn’t all that suspicious. Heading to an off campus location to try out ‘escape rooms’ didn’t sound all too strange. What should have alerted him that something underhanded going on was the constant giggling. Nothing good ever happens when fully grown men (teenagers) giggle like middle school girls.

But, being the good underclassmen he is, he’d gone without putting up much of a fight. Sure, there was the typical complaining (that was to be expected) but nothing durmatic.

In retrospect, being durmatic likely would have helped Futakuchi avoid this entire situation in the first place. But foresight is 20-20 and now he’s handcuffed to you in an unfamiliar room.

It seemed that your teammates played a samilair prank on you, which resulted in the two of you deciding to do this together. Sure, you were complete strangers but the two of you might as well do what you came here for instead of just wasting your time.

“Do you think you can reach that?” You ask, pointing to a key in the corner.

“Yeah,” he reaches up with his right arm, accidentally dragging you along with it.

“Ah, hey!”

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

You sigh, “don’t worry about it.”

Futakuchi reaches up with his left hand grabbing the small key tucked into the corner of the shelf. He, being ever the gentlemen, unlocks the handcuff locking you to the wall before unlocking the one keeping the two of you chained together.

“Feels like we’ve been in those forever.” You say.

Futakuchi laughs, “it’s only been five minutes since they locked us up and told us to start the escape room.”

“Longest five minutes of my life.”

Futakuchi, like any normal person, had his reservations on completing (or maybe not completing) an escape room with a complete stranger but this was turning out much better than he expected. Besides, how many times do you really get the chance to do something like this with a cute girl? Certainly not everyday in his life.

As the two of you begin to look around the room for any clues Futakuchi spots a bookshelf. He heads that way while you head towards the desk on the opposite side of the room.

It looks like most of the books have been glued to the self as Futakuchi begins pulling at them. Not too roughly, of course, but with enough force that they would’ve come tumbling out with enough force. He starts at the top shelf, which is the obvious best way of starting, but the least likely location. Slowly, pulling at each book, he tries to look for any secrets.

No such luck on the second shelf either.

You, on the other hand, seem to be having more success. You’ve all but pulled out the drawers of the desk. A variety of loose objects have been scattered across the ground in what Futakuchi assumes is a memorized mess. He could very well be wrong but does his best to not assume the worst. It’s funny though as not assuming the worst is what caused him to be in this situation in the first place.

Huh.

He supposes that’s not such a bad thing then.

“Found anything?” You ask.

“No, you?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure this drawer has a false bottom,” you explain, “but I can’t find a way to open it.”

And, as if fate is on his side, Futakuchi pulls a book halfway off the shelf which causes the false bottom of the drawer to open up with a loud ‘click’. Futakuchi isn’t all too sure about the mechanics but doesn't bother to think too much about it as he makes his way over to you. You pull out a book titled Allies and Enemies and a sheet of paper with the numbers 41, 19, 37 and 11 scribbled on it.

“Any idea what it means?” Futakuchi asks.

“Probably a code for a keypad or something.”

Futakuchi takes another look at the sheet, spotting a line beside the last number, “do you think we have to figure out the last number?”

“Anything the numbers have in common?” You ask.

“They’re all odd numbers.”

“That’s not really a lot to go off. It doesn't really narrow our search down by much.” You look up at Futakuchi, “oh, it’s a good start though.”

He raises a brow in response, “you have any ideas.”

You shrug, “I suppose they’re all prime numbers.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow,” Futakuchi compliments, “you’re pretty smart for figuring that out. It would’ve taken me days to have come to a conclusion like that.”

“Oh, thanks.” You blush, “I don’t think it helps us much though. There’s nothing else in common. At least not anything I can see.”

“Maybe it has something to do with that book.” Futakuchi suggested. While you begin to flip through the book Futakuchi begins to look around the room for something with a set of numbers. Most of the room is pretty empty, with not many places for them to look for different things.

“Oh,” your eyes brighten, “true! Have you read it before? Allies and Enemies?”

Futakuchi did expect the escape room to be filled with more puzzles and different things but the two of you did end up picking the easiest room. Perhaps there was more? A secret room?

“Yeah.” Futakuchi answers, “you?”

Heading back to the bookshelf, Futakuchi notices a safe in the corner. There are exactly 10 number slots. Personally, Futakuchi thinks it’s a bit of an overkill, for a safe to need 10 numbers but he supposes it doesn't seem too out of place in an escape room. Not something most people would see the need to point out. He fiddles around with the number pad, throwing in the digits, 4, 1, 1, 9, 3, 7, 1, 1, and leaving the last two at zero.

“Just once.”

Futakuchi shrugs, “I wasn’t the biggest fan either.” He wonders if he should fiddle around and attempt to guess the number but doesn't want to accidentally mess up the entire puzzle if something goes wrong. Of course, he does pull it exactly there, his heart fluttering a little in anticipation.

It doesn't open, of course.

But it was exciting to think that it might.

“Who says I wasn’t a big fan?” You ask.

“People who are big fans of a book usually read it more than once.”

“Touche.”

That makes him grin, “anyways, I thought the message was kinda weird.”

“Weird?”

“I thought the side plot, with the genocide, was kinda weird. Didn’t really see how it fit with the main story.” Futakuchi explained, “plus, I wasn’t a big fan of all the different character perspectives.”

“Yeah, the side plot was kinda weird but I thought the main message was sweet.”

“And what was that?”

“Love.”

“Love?”

“Yes, love.”

Futakuchi raises a brow, “and where did you happen to get this idea of love from?”

You smile, “she did everything because she loved them. Sure, her decisions didn’t always make sense and sometimes what she did was pretty dumb but it was all out of love.”

“She?”

“The main character.”

“And which one was the main character again?”

“The Crystal Shifter.”

“Where’d you get that idea?”

“I thought it was pretty obvious,” you explain, “sure she was never the narrator throughout the duration of the story but she was the one that all the other chapters centered around. It’s a little harder to see how she feels about the other characters but I think she loved them.”

Futakuchi shakes his head, “I still think it’s stupid.”

“Have you ever been in love before?” You ask.

Futakuchi looks at you. Watches your eyes as you blink up at him, a warm smile on your face. It’s such a loaded question. ‘Have you ever been in love before?’ Honestly, Futakuchi doesn't think he’d ever have the balls to ask someone he just met that question. He’s surprised there is someone that is - though out of everyone he should have expected it would have been someone like you. The girl that decided to escape to an escape room with a random dude. Huh, maybe he’s being too quick to judge.

He’s weird too.

Eventually, he answers, “yes.”

“And you still think it’s stupid?”

“Yep.”

“What, why?”

“Because love isn’t something you should die for. It’s something you should live for.”

You’re quiet for a bit.

Flipping through the pages of the book.

Then you smile, “I guess you’re right.”

“So… any ideas?” Futakuchi clears his throat, “on what the number might be?”

“13.”

“13? Why 13 instead of something like 10?”

“Well, I did consider 10 at first, because there are 10 shifters but 10 isn’t a prime number. But 13 is.”

“And…”

“13 years to live.”

Futakuchi inputs the numbers 1 and 3 into the final slots of the safe. It beeps loudly before opening and revealing…

A glass chess piece.

Or maybe it’s plastic? Its material doesn't matter all that much. It’s a light blue colour and translucent. A pawn. Huh, he would’ve expected something more interesting like the Queen or Knight but he supposes that there’s nothing wrong with a pawn either. They are kinda like pawns in this whole scheme in the first place.

“Can I see that?” You ask.

“Sure.”

Futakuchi is surprised at how warm your hands are against his own as you take the piece.

You admire it for a few seconds before flipping it over in your hands. Futakuchi notes that you seem to smile a bit as you attempt to get a different view of the piece by bringing it close to your face before pulling it away. He almost chuckles at how cute the action is but he does his best to hold back at risk of embarrassing you.

Though he thinks that would be cute too.

“Check the walls.” You say.

“The walls, why?”

“A hunch?”

“Really,” Futakuchi asks, “a hunch?”

“Do you have any other ideas? I don’t see a chess board anywhere.”

“Maybe there’s a book about chess to give us some clues?”

“Well, while you look for a book on chess I’m going to search the wall. Besides, wouldn't it be cool if this chess piece led to some secret room?”

Futakuchi smiled at that, “sure.”

While you scanned the wall Futakuchi got to work and made his way through the various books on the shelf.

Books on sailing, military tactics, instruments…

“So any interest?” Futakuchi asks.

“Interest?”

“Like after school clubs? Do you do anything?”

“Well,” you pause briefly, “I play volleyball.”

“Really?”

“Is that so strange?”

“No, I play volleyball too.” Futakichi smiles, “maybe after we’re done we can head to an open gym and play.”

“Why?” You tease, “hoping to spend some more time with me?”

“Yeah.”

If you hear his response, which he’s certain you do, you don’t say anything in response. Futakuchi’s fairly certain your cheeks are flushed as you search the wall but doesn't look over to see for himself. He imagines you’d like to keep at least some semblance of your pride so he doesn't push the topic any further.

‘Click.’

“What was that?” Futakuchi asked.

“I dropped the chess piece.”

‘Beep.’

The two of you pop your heads up to look up at the door of the escape room swinging open, signifying that the two of you had failed.

You look up, “were we close?”

The man opening the door laughs, “20% of the way.”

“Did we really take that long?” You ask.

“Spent most of our time talking, I imagine.” Futakuchi answers.

“Yeah,” the man shrugs, “an escape room isn’t really the best place for a first date.”

“Oh we’re not-”

The man cuts you off, “ah, young love.” It brings a smile to Futakuchi’s face.

---

“What’re you doing?” Futakuchi asked, peeking over your shoulder as you scribbled something down.

“Just writing something down.” You answered.

“On your hand?”

“Well I don’t have any paper on me.”

“But why write it down?”

“So I won't forget it.”

“Forget things easily?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Sometimes.”

You capped the marker of the pen, tucking it behind your ear before grabbing your bag and heading out of the building. Futakuchi followed after you, grabbing his own bag before making his way out.

“Oh, here.” You hold out a green bracelet to him. It’s intricate and looks woven. Nothing he’d usually carry around but interesting enough to catch his attention, “I decided to grab this for you on my way out.”

“What do I need this for?”

“To remember our time here.” You hold out your arm and show a similar one around your own.

“So, do you live in the area?” Futakuchi asked, taking the bracelet and putting it on.

“No,” you shake your head, “do you?”

“Me neither. Which way do you live?”

“South.”

“Bummer. I live North of here.”

You smile, “it was a pleasure to meet you.”

Futakuchi nods, “likewise, (L/n).” You seem to suddenly stiffen at the mention of your name, looking back at Futakuchi with a sheepish look.

At first he thinks that you might’ve forgotten something back in the building. Eventually though you look up at him, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly, “So, what’s your name again?”

Futakuchi raises a brow, “really?”

“Sorry,” you smile, “better now than never, right?”

He chuckles at that, “here, lemme write it down so you don’t forget,” taking the permanent marker behind your ear and scribbling on your hand.

“Anyways, we should do this again.”

“Yeah.” Futakuchi caps the marker before handing it back to you.

“Hey!”

“Hm?”

“What am I supposed to do with this?” You ask, holding your hand up to show a lack of a name.

Futakuchi grins, “call me.”

“You didn’t write down your name!”

“I know~”

Fall in love with someone because of the way you click.

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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seokiloquy · 2 years

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Self Admitted - Futakuchi Kenji

Au: Regular

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, injuries

Word Count: 3.3k+

“So, you come around here often?”

Futakuchi, for what you could say about him, definitely tried. You knew he was trying out to be on the volleyball team, and likely enjoyed playing (why else would he play?). He stood out among his peers as much as any lackadaisical junior did. Teachers would huff and whine about him and others for not paying attention or disrupting class despite it only being one week into the year. In a class of students, one would likely find him at the back, legs kicked on into his desk while twirling a pencil between his fingers. The general conclusion they reached was that he was uninterested in going to university, and preferred the idea of picking up a trade job after graduating.

When teachers did react to his attitude, the volleyball player just smirked, content, and went back to minding his own business, at the expense of those around him.

He tried, but not in the things that really mattered.

“Well, think of this as my club. While you are playing your sport, I’m in here treating injuries.”

“Oh, so I get a sexy nurse to tend to my wounds. Living the dream.”

You weren’t quite sure what to do about him. The school nurse, who had been kind enough to take you in for one on one training instead of you joining a club, was an old man who was married for years before he came to work at your school. He never had to deal with students flirting with him on the job. Or you hoped he didn't.

"Please, just let me do my work."

"Sure thing, Gorgeous." Futakuchi smirked, lifting his arms to rest behind his head while you examined his knee.

Two years your junior, fifteen (maybe sixteen) years of age, and considered a nuisance at best and a delinquent at worst; this boy seemed to be under the impression that flirting with a medical trainee while being treated was acceptable.

You pressed your thumbs into the flesh beneath his knee-cap. He yipped, recoiling from your touch and giving you an annoyed pout with puffed cheeks. As much as you hated to admit, it was endearing, in a puppy sort of way.

“Ice, compression,” you said, pulling a bandage wrap from the cupboard against the wall, “And rest. No activity for a week that isn’t walking. If you still want to practice volleyball, get off your feet.”

“Hey, that’s no fair! My whole job is about jumping! My team needs me! We got tryout games next week!”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you over-exerted yourself. Rest until the game, and you’ll be okay to play. Now.” You grabbed a small ice-pack, bringing it and the wrap to the whining teenager. “You alternate between ice and compression and slowly bend your knee to stretch the muscles and tendons. Can you do that for me?”

Hands still clasped around his knee, he looked at you with large glittering eyes. They blinked rapidly. “Anything for you, Beautiful.”

As he rushed out of the nurse's office, warp and ice in hand, running until you yelled at him from the door (to which he spun around and sent you a wink), You couldn’t help but ponder his level of seriousness. Surely he was just a boy looking to mess around like a child on a new playground.

You heard your surname from the other end of the hall. Mr. Suzuki was shuffling down the hall with his memorable sway, hands behind his back. “Was that a first-year?” he asked, shuffling past you toward his desk.

“Yes. They're already acting recklessly, not even a week into school.”

“I remember you coming to my office with a black eye on your first day,” the old man snickered while pulling out a candy from one of his drawers.

“Hey, an excited girl hit me by accident. That wasn’t my fault.”

“You just came in here and grabbed ice yourself like you owned the place!” He laughed.

“You weren’t here,” you cried, flopping onto the bed as he tossed you a treat for yourself.

“I knew you were nurse mastering front eh moment I saw you,” he said, candy rolling over his teeth. “But that’s beside the point. All first years are a bit reckless. They are proving themselves still.”

Futakuchi seemed rather confident in himself, whoever he was. He could be trouble in the future. Maybe he wanted to be known as a rule-bending flirt, taking chances wherever possible.

“So, what are your plans for university?”

Your attention was pulled back to Suzuki like your mind was on a string to be tugged. The man looked at you curiously with his older eyes.

“I’m not too sure yet. I know I want to work as a nurse, but I'm too sure how that will look in the future.”

“Well, I trust your practical skill. Once you’ve done your placements for university you could always come back here and work under me for another year before I retire.”

“Trying to have me take over your job?”

“I’m only getting older. And I want you to have an easy, well-paying job that won’t cause you too much stress.”

“I’d get paid less than a nurse in a hospital.”

“So you really want to deal with patients in a hospital? Trust me, you’ll want to get out of there once your placement is over.”

“What if I change careers before then?”

The man hummed, stroking his chin. “Well, I suppose these kids will go uncared for. Shame, surely some won't survive their papercuts.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you fell back onto the bed.

He was back. The first year boy, that is. He was back with an attempt at a suave expression that aged his face forty years while he laid on the bed in a picturesque pose with one hand supporting his chin and the other on his hip.

You sighed when you walked into the nurses office.

“Hey! Be happy to see me!”

“Why should I?”

He pouted. “It’s not like you’re getting much attention here on your own.”

“What?” you scoffed. “You do know I have friends, right? From my own classes?”

He blinked. “You’re a student too? So, I have a chance!” he cheered and flopped onto the bed, fists in the air.

You stared at him, jaw open. “How old do you think I am?”

“I don’t know! Thirty?!”

“You tried flirting with someone you thought was twice your age?”

“I got to try, ya know?”

“I can’t believe this. Get out if you aren’t injured.”

He pouted, face smoothing out to its original plumpness. “I am injured.”

“Really? Where?”

He stared at you with full seriousness, legs swinging off the edge of the bed to sit straight up. The boy looked like he was about to take an interview. You stepped back as if his eyes were sending heavy waves into you.

“My heart,” He said.

You howled, hands falling to your knees. Laughter bubbled out of you before you could put a lid on it. “Let me cause, you want me to kiss it better.”

He gave you a cheeky grin, shutting his eyes as he leaned forward to present his cheek for you to kiss. He was cunning, that was for sure, but you knew this trick.

Approaching the 1st-year, you lifted a hand to pat his round cheek. Your fingertips touched his skin and before you could react, his head was turned to plant a kiss on your palm.

His eyes opened with a gasp. “You tricked me!”

“As if you didn’t try to do the same to me. Sorry, Futakuchi, but I know these tricks. You won’t fool me. Now, do you have an actual injury?

“I have a papercut?” He lifted a hand, pointing his index finger into the air for you to see a small cut.

“Do you want a bandaid?”

“Ya.”

You could feel his eyes follow you as you crossed the room, burning your back through your white coat and layers of uniform. Why did he keep coming back? He could do much more with his time, like participating in volleyball. But no, he was here, sitting on one of two beds in the nurse's office, flirting.

It was flattering, sure. The boost of confidence that came with someone liking you in some way, whether that be aesthetically, romantically, intellectually or otherwise, was always appreciated. But knowing Futakuchi’s reputation, you had a feeling that it was more sexual and considering you kept acting as his nurse, you could guess why.

You sighed at the thought, pulling a bandaid out of the drawer and walking over to the younger student.

His staring continued as your fingers ran and wrapped around his hand while and stuck the bandaid on his finger, just over his largest knuckle. You didn't want to acknowledge his gaze, or give him the extra time, but his eyes burned.

You smiled gently at him when you met his eyes, turning him red like you had flipped a switch. Getting to your feet, you left him on the cot and went to the desk to fill out the visit form.

"Is there anything else you need before you go?"

Futakuchi jolted. "A date, maybe."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Just get out of here."

Futakuchi gave you an exaggerated wink as he ran out the door.

He was watching you study. There was no reason for him to be in the nurse's office besides getting your attention, or rather giving you attention. So, while you sat scribbling notes and finishing homework, the boy sat on ‘his’ spot on the bed watching you idly.

“You’re really smart,” he said, pulling your attention away from the textbook in your lap. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to understand what you're learning, but you look and sound cool when you do it.”

“Well, being smart isn't about understanding and it doesn’t come naturally. It takes patience and passion.”

“I’m not very patient, can’t read a textbook for the life of me.”

“It doesn’t only apply to school. Anytime you learn something or try something new, it takes time. I’m sure you were excellent at volleyball when you first started. And it applies to people too. You have to be patient with them, understanding, but also with yourself. It’s no use beating yourself up over something if you get it wrong the first time.”

“Are you passionate about being a nurse?”

You sighed, closing your textbook and placing it on the table while you spun the chair around to face Futakuchi. His head was tilted, blinking at you curiously instead of with his usual smirk. It brought a grin to your face without permission.

“Saying I want to help people seems like a textbook response. I just find bodies interesting. How they move, how they work, regenerate, break, heal. I want to know about the human body and if I can help people in the process, why wouldn’t I?”

“So, you want to be a nurse because it seems like a good path?”

“Essentially. Being a researcher would be cool too, but that seems stressful; always trying to discover something new.”

“How did you get to that? I can’t even think about what courses I’ll take next year.”

“I got injured a lot as a kid cause I was stupid. I kept going to the doctor and kept learning about anatomy while doing so. But what are you interested in or like to do? Besides volleyball. If you were invested in turning volleyball into a career you’d be at practice right now.”

Futakuchi blushed, looking down at his hands. “I’m not really sure. I’ve always liked sports, I think technology is cool, my grandparents own a farm and complain about their electricity going out a bunch. I usually end up helping them out cause they can’t read with power box labels. Then they drag me into the field. My sister likes to draw, so I used to help her with that when she was younger, but now she does it on her own.”

You listened to his words as he continued on. He talked about his parents glazing over their jobs for a moment before coming back to say how it related to him. Every time he jumped in topics he’d look up to you for approval. You’d give him a slight smile, pushing him to continue.

“I keep telling my dad he could probably get my grandparents better electricity, but he says that there’s a process that has to be done and that they can’t just give people better electricity.”

“Well, wired electricity would take some time. Have you thought about solar energy?”

“I ha—”

“Futakuchi!” The boy jumped, staring at the figure in the doorway in horror. It was the volleyball team captain. “You lazy twerp! Stop slacking off! We’ve got stuff to do!”

You tried not to laugh as the captain stomped into the room, grabbed a squealing Futakuchi by the back of his uniform and began dragging him along the dirt-speckled floors of the hallway.

Between screams, Futakuchi sent you a kind smile and wave while his butt picked up dirt from the floor.

When Futakuchi opened the door to the nurses office, you greeted him with a candy that you had tucked away in the drawer with the bandaids.

After about half the year of him stopping by, you had managed to figure out when he would arrive. Thursday, when there wasn’t any practice, was his most frequented day. Practice days he’d usually peek his head in through the doors crack, send you a wink and be on his way. Thursday after school was also when the staff had meetings, leaving you in charge of those that came into the nurse’s office.

Dropping the treat into his mouth, he flopped back onto his spot on the bed.

“Don’t you have homework to do?” You asked, getting back to your own essays that were due soon. “Exams are going to be here before you know it.”

“My time is better spent here, with you, before you leave and leave me behind.”

“Is that you trying to flirt again?”

“Maybe. But I do want to spend more time with you.”

You hid your grin behind your palm and got back to work.

Futakuchi found you once the graduation ceremony ended. Students were bustling around with their families, some introducing their parents to others for the first time. You had to push your way through the crowd until you reached your own near the exit. How the first-year (soon to be second-year), managed to single you out and track you through the crowd was beyond you, but you were confident enough to guess that his increasingly growing height was a factor, as it now allowed him to see over many of the heads in the room.

He called you out, making your parent’s eyes turn his way.

“Who’s this?” they asked, brows quirking at the unfamiliar face.

“That’s Futakuchi. He just finished first year. He’d often keep me company while I was in the nurse's office.”

“I hope he’s not accident prone,” your mother said, watching as he tried to push his way through the bodies.

“Only a little.”

Futakuchi tripped over someone's heel, stumbling into your side. Your mom snorted.

He tried to woo them, naturally, as if it was what he was meant to do. He brushed his hair out of his face, stood up straight and bowed a perfect ninety degrees. While bent, your parents gave you a bewildered look silently asking you for an explanation for the boy’s sudden appearance and actions.

Before you could even think of an answer Futakuchi shot up again, professing his love to you and desire to take you on a date.

“What?”

You stared at Futakuchi, as did your parents.

He put on a smirk filled with false confidence, trying to ignore the twitching of his hands and shuffling of his feet. Your mother let out a horn of a laugh, scaring the neighbouring families and your father sighed and pinched his nose, crumbling about a headache. Eventually, your father managed to drag your mother outside, leaving you and Futakuchi alone, but you could still hear laughter from the distance.

Your heart had found its way to your throat, fluttering about to the point that you couldn’t speak. It left you slack jawed, gaping ath the younger boy as he slowly turned to you with a quivering grin.

“Kenji, you buffoon.”

He ignored your complaint, instead grinding wide so that his teeth sparkled.

“You said my first name.”

“You asked my parents for permission to date me!”

“I had to try!”

Doing a medical placement in university often left students burnt out to the point of being ash. If classes and exams were bad, trying to execute on your learning with a chance of real life consequences was horrific.

Kira was another nurse in training, completing her studies alongside you, and just as tired from the experience as you were.

“I just want to cry and sleep myself into an early grave.”

“Let's put ourselves into a medically induced coma together,” you said, laying your head next to hers on the breakroom table.

“That sounds perfect, too bad we can’t eat any of the staff snacks before we do.”

You two sat quietly, eyes closed and suffocating over the stale air of the hospital. In a few minutes you’d have to be back on your tired feet with smiles painted on your face while you spoke to patients and doctors alike.

Suzuki was right, of course he was. By the time you finished with your placement and finally graduated, you’d be running back home sticking the damn diploma on the wall and racing back to your old highschool to be back in that small office where students never got gravely hurt and you got paid decently well.

For now, though, you just wanted to sleep.

The poor slammed open.

“Sleepyheads! Up you get. You’re coming with me. Kira, Takeshi will be showing you to your next job. Hup hup! Let's go!”

You groaned at the woman in the doorway, slowly rising to your feet. “Hejima, we still have a few minutes.”

“Sorry kid, a patient’s asking for you.”

Great. “Please tell me it’s not an old creep.”

“Not at all. Now come on, you two.”

When Hejima pushed you through the patient's door, you nearly cried—already feeling the weight of everything pushing down on your shoulders.

Futakuchi sitting on a hospital bed was a blessing and a curse.

“Hey,” he smiled, waving.

“Why are you here?” You whined, puttering over and sitting by his knees on the mattress.

“Well, I wanted to bring you snacks cause I know you haven’t been eating.” He gestured to a lunch bag resting on a chair beside the bed. “There’s fruits and vegetables, some candy for extra sugar. I also got electrocuted, and my hand is numb. Oh, and I brought you a big water bottle with ice.”

You paused from digging through the bag, banana in hand, and looked alarmingly at Kenji.

“You got electrocuted?!”

“In my defence, we were testing out solar panels in rural farms, so it was for a good reason!”

“You're an idiot. You have gear to protect you from that sort of thing.”

“It was hot out!”

“You could get permanent nerve damage!”

“It was worth it to bring you food.”

His smile was bright and cheery despite not being able to feel a thing in his arm. It made tears boil up to your eyes.

Your head fell to his shoulder. “You’re an idiot. Thank you.”

My art is getting featured on MuggleNets Instagram, so that’s cool. I wanna nap. -Bacon

Posted: 19/06/2022

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sassycheesecake · 3 months

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- ATSUMU MIYA, Tetsurō Kuroo, Tōru Oikawa, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, Kenji Futakuchi, Kiyoomi Sakusa, RINTARŌ SUNA, Osamu Miya, SHŪGO MEIAN

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daetko · 3 months

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ᐟᐟ☆ haikyuu!! characters as tweets . . .

⊱ cw: swearing, death jokes, lmk if i missed something

⊱ a/n: these r soo fun to make so ill undoubted make more later :3

⊱ masterlist

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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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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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Tooth Extraction

You had a new relationship with Kenji. It's only been two weeks since the two of you started dating

You were already close friends before you started dating.

You bought coffee at the corner coffee shop after school and then went to the nearby park. You drank your coffee and went for a walk.

Then you started getting closer. Kenji was the first to initiate the rapprochement. He slowly pulled you into his arms and hugged you.

You wrapped your arms around his waist. Your head was between his shoulder and neck. You could smell it and it made you dizzy. It had a light and fresh fragrance.

You then started stroking each other's faces and kissing each other on the cheek. After kissing your nose, Kenji moved closer to your lips and whispered to you.

“Y/n…do you love me?”

Your heartbeat was accelerating, and you could hear his heartbeat quickening at the same time as yours.

You answered “yes”

You kissed him on the cheek again, but his lip ended at the corner of yours, and your lips interlocked at the speed of light.

Afterwards

"I love you too" he said to you

You were a little embarrassed kissing. Your saliva was mixing. Kenji's lips were soft. You could kiss for hours.

Your hand went to her hair and you stroked her head as she kissed you

This is how you first got close and started dating. It had started to rain as you two were returning home. Fortunately, Kenji had an umbrella with him. As soon as Kenji opened the umbrella, you were right under the umbrella.

He drove you home and placed a gentle kiss on your lips before saying goodbye to you.

This is how you started dating. Now you were setting the day for your first date. Kenji thought it would be better if you agreed on this together. You would definitely talk about it. You wanted to remind your boyfriend one more time before deciding on the day. you texted him

“Kenji. When can we meet? We were going to set a date for our date together, remember?"

“Oh! No, of course I didn't. But I forgot to tell you something"

"What?"

“I had my wisdom teeth extracted. I can't speak right now. The effect of the anesthesia has just worn off. It hurts so much. So it's okay if we delay it to next week?"

“Oh it can't be. Get well soon. Lower or upper teeth?

"Lower. I had a risky surgery. The area where the tooth was extracted covers the nerves that start from the ears and converge in the jaw. There was a chance that my nerves would break. If it broke, I probably wouldn't be able to feel my lip for a lifetime or at most for 1 year.

"Really? Unbelievable! But you said the anesthetic wore off. How is your situation now?”

"Thank god. I don't have any numbness in my lip. I just spat blood in the sink. My tooth still hurts. I'm going to take painkillers now. I can't even open my mouth, let alone speak."

"My dear. Will you get well soon? I already miss you so much"

"I miss you a lot too. As soon as you get better, I'll hug you tight on our first date"

“You can hug whatever you want. Now get some rest. Don’t wander around the house too much, your blood circulation will accelerate and your bleeding will increase.”

"You are right. I'm already in bed right now. I also keep ice so that my cheeks do not turn bruises.

“I'll tell you what. I can come and make you some soup tomorrow if you want. I guess there's no harm with play hooky for only one day. You’re worth it”

"You're not kidding, are you?"

“No, why would I joke? As your girlfriend, I want to take care of you Kenji"

“It would be nice if you came. If you come, I will have to communicate with you by writing in the notebook”

"No problem. Even if you can't talk, I understand you. See you tomorrow"

"See you later. I love you. Good night"

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Actually this based on my experience.

When i extracted my lower wisdom tooth,

i couldn’t talk for 3 days. I felt like myself i’m mute. It was too bad. :(

#hq x y/n #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq imagines #hq x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fanfiction #kenji x you #futakuchi kenji x you #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi kenji x y/n #kenji futakuchi #futakuchi x reader #hq futakuchi #futakuchi kenji imagine #kenji futakuchi imagine

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lexinympho · 2 years

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[suggestive, perv & absolute tease futakuchi, gn!reader, reader has tiddies, MDNI]

People always bring up the usual suspects when they're asked who the biggest menace in Haikyuu is, like Futakuchi Kenji isn't literally standing right there-

This man is about as two faced as any full fledged Scorpio can get, he'll come off as the most innocent human being in existence for his age, only for you to call him out on the intense bedroom eyes he's sending you (something he'll sometimes do without even realizing it). He's so sly with his hands btw, he'll have you second guessing if he actually brushed a hand over your ass while walking by. As for the times he isn't being sly, you won't find a lick of shame stowed away in those brown eyes for indulging in you.

He'd 100% turn things on you, too. You ask why he can't stay off your tits, but he asks why you walk around without a bra (like that's an excuse to grab them like stress balls at any given moment in time).

Don't even get me started on his spontaneous boners. He'll literally just look at you and you're suddenly subjected to him nonverbally making his boner public knowledge. You turn your back to him? In the kitchen? In bed?? Expect him to press his dick up against you and exaggeratedly moan in your ears until you do something about it. Give up on telling him to deal with it himself, he'll somehow pin the blame on you existing within a 3 ft radius and rope you into taking care of him after riling you up just right.

He's so smug about it too, saying you're so addicted to him while acting like he wasn't the one humping your leg just a minute ago.

#'atsumu' this 'suna' that 'kuroo' plssss #futakuchi is so underrated--his potential is insane #this is all over the place but you get it--he's got that slappable but kissable look #smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi smut #haikyū x you #hq x y/n #futakuchi headcanons #suggestive #«lexi's writing»

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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.

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