#haikyu pining

[sugawarassoulmate]

pining!kei trying to steal y/n’s panties but his pathetic ass fails

he can't even do that right!!

words: 427 cw: gn!reader, no pronouns but reader is described as "pretty" and "cute," pervert!kei, implied panty stealing, minors dni

kei rarely ever finds himself in the laundry room. his mother does the laundry while all he ever does is bring his bag down for her to clean.

but instead of his sweaty shorts and dirty socks, it's your clothes folded neatly on top of the dryer. it's more than that, though. sitting pretty at the top of the pile was a pair of your panties.

the washing machine at your house broke down this week and kei's mother was quick to allow you to wash your clothes at her place instead.

and now kei's hand is hovering over the floral pattern of your underwear, reveling in how soft the cotton fabric feels in his hands. he's seen you in bikinis before, sure, but never anything as intimate as your undergarments.

his somewhat innocent thoughts turn more depraved, wishing he had come across this only a few hours before when it was soiled from your juices. kei thinks about stuffing the clothing in his pocket to save for later—for when his thoughts get the better of him and he needs something to wrap around his cock just to get off.

that would be wrong, an incredible breach of your trust—more than what he's already doing now.

"kei in the laundry room? that's a surprise," his brother's voice booms, disrupting the deafening silence. kei realizes he's been caught red-handed but he's thankful it's akiteru standing at the bottom of the stairs instead of you. "are we doing something that we shouldn't?"

the underwear falls out of kei's hands and back onto the pile of your clean clothes. "i was just looking!" he blurted out, cheeks heating up from the embarrassing situation.

"looking at what exactly?" asked akiteru with a knowing look.

before kei is able to come up with another idiotic response, you're trotting down the stairs, ready to take your clean clothes home. "'scuse meeee!" you sing, squeezing past akiteru's larger frame. blissfully unaware of the tense situation in the room, you grab the basket next to kei and flash him a smile.

"did you need to use the machine, kei? sorry, i've been hogging it all day," you apologized, walking out of the room without another word. kei doesn't miss the sweet smile you give his brother before you leave.

akiteru is quick to follow you out of the room, giving his brother a word of advice once you're out of earshot.

"next time you want to be a pervert, little brother, try to be a bit more subtle." he says with a wink.

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

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[v3lleityy]

#kagehina #hinakage #haikyuu #art #artists #lgbt #haikyu!! #shobio #kghn #hnkg #pining #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio

[sassycheesecake]

"I love you too much“ - Shinsuke Kita x Reader

A/N: Based on the song „I love you too much“ from the movie „The Book Of Life“. Give this song a listen to, it’s beautiful. Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: none

„I love you too much

To live without you loving me back“

Shinsuke Kita is just a Fueneku Middle School student when he first met you. He saw you in his classroom for the first time, he swears everything around him moved in slow motion, eyes entirely focused on your beauty.

As the years went by, now a High School student of Inarizaki, Kita saw you grow into an even more beautiful person, personality and appearance speaking. The way you show kindness to other people, the exciting way your eyes gleam up when you see either dogs or cats on the streets. There’s only problem. Your heart belongs to someone else’s that is not Kita‘s.

It’s Aran‘s.

„I live for your touch

I whisper your name night after night“

After the loss against Karasuno in the Spring Tournament, Kita lays in his bed awake at night, unable to sleep. Not necessarily because of the loss, but because the way you hugged him to comfort the team after their loss.

It was only for a few seconds but the way your soft body felt against his, was Kita‘s dream come true. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by hugging you back right in front of his teammate, who is also your boyfriend.

It’s like your scent still lingers in his memories. The scent of vanilla mixed rose petals.

Kita sighs deeply.

"Why can’t you be mine (Y/N)?“

„Heaven knows your name I've been praying

To have you come here by my side“

It’s a cold winter morning on New Year’s, when Kita walks up to the shrine for New Year prayers. With small steps, he enters the temple and presses his hands together.

'Please give me the chance and courage to show (Y/N) how I feel about her.’

As the Outside Hitter is about to turn around, he sees Aran walking in as well, with an extremely tired look on his face.

Aran greets Kita with a friendly smile and Kita asks his teammate about the dark circles under his eyes.

Heaving a deep sigh, Aran sends his prayer as well, before answering Kita.

“(Y/N) and I have been fighting a lot lately. I think our relationship is breaking apart and I am hoping the Gods will have mercy on me to fix our relationship.”

Hearing those words makes Kita’s stomach twist with jealousy.

Kita can’t help but hope that the Gods overhear his prayer over Aran’s.

„Without you a part of me is missing

Just to make you my own, I will fight“

It’s been years since Kita last saw you, now being the age of 24 and having his own rice farm, there is not a day that Kita doesn’t think about you. When he was on his way to deliver his rice to Onigiri Miya, he wonders if you and Aran stayed together and what you are doing now as an adult. Carrying the rice bags inside to help Osamu, the bell of the front entrance door chimes, making both men stop what they are doing to see who has entered this early.

Osamu smiles slightly when he spots you.

"Ya here early today, we don‘ open 'til 11, ya know that.“

You chuckle a bit in reply.

"I know, I know. But you said yesterday that the new rice delivery comes in the next day, which is today obviously and I wanted to help you but I can see you already have someone doing that for you.” You smile brightly at Kita.

That smile of yours is going to be the death of him.

"I am gonna go change, be right back.” You say while disappearing around the corner.

Osamu sees the blush on his former captain’s face, teasing him.

"She’s a beauty eh?”

"She’s always been beautiful.” Kita states in a quiet voice but Osamu still hears him.

"They broke up yannow? Aran and (Y/N). Too focused on volleyball and she didn’t wanna do that back-and-forth anymore.” Osamu places a heavy bag of rice into the cabinet before rubbing the sweat off with his forearm.

Kita’s wide eyes find Osamu’s gray eyes and the ravenette says one more sentence before Kita gets back into his truck to drive back.

"If ya come over more, 'm sure she would give ya a chance. Heard 'er say that she’s looking for somethin’ serious again to her friend on the phone the other night.” Osamu gives a wink into Kita’s direction and Kita makes it his goal to win your heart and show you his love that hasn’t faltered since Middle School.

„There's love above love and it's yours cause I love you

There's love above love and it's ours if you love me

As much“

Many years later, Kita sits on a wooden bench on his patio in front of his home. The gentle breeze of the wind flows through his black-whiteish hair, the sunset painting the sky with the most beautiful orange, red and pink colors that reflect on some of the clouds.

His fields blooming high, soon to be ready for harvesting.

All of sudden, he feels a pair of arms sneaking around his neck, a chin gently propped on top of his head.

He raises a hand and entangles his ring-adorned finger with yours.

"Whatcha doin?”

"I am thanking the Gods every day to have you by my side. I truly have been blessed with your kindness and your heart that you gave me to protect, care and cherish for.”

Giggling softly at your fiancé’s romantic words, you squish your cheek against the top of his head, tightening your grip around him a little bit more.

Kita moves his head so he can stare into your eyes with a lovesick smile.

"I love you so much (Y/N).”

Pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, you whisper against them.

"I love you too Shinsuke, more than life itself.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!! #hq x reader #inarizaki #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke #shinsuke kita #the book of life #based on a song #aran ojiro #nah #hq angst #pining #haikyuu fluff #haikyu #haikyu x reader #miya osamu #onigiri miya #osamu miya

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

The One Thing Tsukishima Can’t Do

Rated: E (18+)

WC: 8.7k~

Tsukishima x reader

Summary:

The one thing that Tsukishima can’t do…is feelings.

Tsukishima and Hinata work a coffee shop that you started to frequent and Tsukishima can’t understand why you make him feel the way he feels.

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Tags: Pining!Tsuki, Tsukishima is bad at feelings, first time, POV: Tsukishima

I stg Spotify knows I’m a tsukki simp

Fic brought to you by the song UWU by Chevy

Please listen to it, it is exactly what Tsukki would say if he had a crush on you pls

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima smut #tsukishima kei #haikyu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima scenarios #hq tsukishima #hq #Haikyuu #haikyuu!! #my fic #pining #Tsukishima is bad at feelings #pov Tsukishima

[sweet-citrus-candy]

sweet arms

(aka iwaizumi hajime’s arms)

that’s it. that’s the tweet.

summary: iwaizumi and you share a laugh over ice cream

(this happened during high school era! my fav <3 )

warnings: this is my first time posting my writing and i wrote this at 3 am. please don’t take it seriously. also a little itty bit of implied nsfw at the end if you squint, but it’s majorly fluff.

tags: childhood best friends to lovers and mutual pining (does neighbor to lovers count?)

tbh i really wrote this for the ending. so the parts leading up to it are pretty nonsensical and humorous.

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it’s a hot summer day and you and iwaizumi walk to the grocery store to buy ice cream. being neighbors and childhood friends, the two of you practically do everything together. which is why after buying the cold sweet treats, the two of you head to your “secret hideout”.

a long time ago you had discovered a large willow tree out of sight of any passerby’s, and deemed it a secret hideout. naturally, being close friends with iwaizumi lead you to sharing your finding with him. the two of you often hid there and played with action figures. iwaizumi was usually godzilla, and you often played as king kong. each battle had a different outcome, and neither of you had any clue who was going to win until the final move. recently, neither of you brought the action figures. you were both in the third year of high school, so you didn’t play with them as often. only occasionally.

most days, the two of you liked to talk and joke about the most random things. perhaps a neighbor was opening her mailbox while wearing pajamas with ducks on them. maybe one of you had spotted two children wearing a large trench coat trying to enter the movies. not all conversations were about the people living in the same city, but a lot of them were.

today, the two of you are joking about a little girl who bit into a lemon at the grocery store earlier.

“i saw her picking up a lemon when her dad’s back was turned, and she bit into it! and she made the funniest face. it looked like-,” iwaizumi says scrunching his face.

you laugh really hard at the face he’s making and try to imagine what the girl must’ve looked like.

“and when her dad turned around he didn’t see the lemon at first so he looked like a fish out of water trying to figure out what was happening!” iwaizumi laughs while imitating the confused dad.

seeing iwaizumi open and close his mouth repeatedly made you laugh so hard you start shaking. your stomach hurts from laughing so you lightly punch iwaizumi in the arm as revenge.

he feels something cold touch his arm so he stops and looks down. you notice him pausing so you look down as well. iwaizumi is wearing a tank top and there on his bare arm is a smear of ice cream. you forgot you were holding ice cream when you punched him since you were laughing so hard.

“oh my bad! did we get any napkins?”

“no, we didn’t.”

you panic and use the only solution you can think of at the moment. you lick the ice cream off his arm.

the two of you short circuit. there’s no way that you just did that. no way. you were hallucinating. totally.

iwaizumi on the other hand was still processing what just happened. his mind is blank before it floods with thoughts. his best friend -no, his crush- of who knows how long just licked his arm. he’s not sure if you like him back the way he does, but he prays you do. did you not know what you were doing to him?

“oh my god. im so sorry. i shouldn’t have. what was i thinking??” you ramble.

“hey, it’s ok,” he responds in a calm voice. in a quieter one he adds on, “i kinda liked it.”

your eyes open widely; you had heard what he whispered. although flustered, you tease him back.

“it sure tasted nice. your arms are so yummy.”

#iwaizumi haijme #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi oneshot #haikyu fluff #childhood friends to lovers #mutual pining #neighbors to lovers

[reikuto]

⋆ฺ｡*:･CONTENT! college!au, mutual pining, cursing :: oikawa tooru x gender neutral reader. A/N! sorry for any grammatical errors, i was excited to post!!･: *｡ฺ⋆

SPARING A FAKE SMILE TOWARDS THE COUPLE AS THEY LEFT the establishment, you waited until their backs were turned to roll your eyes in annoyance. wiping the thin sheen of sweat on your forehead, you mentally cursed the summer heat for making your shift utterly unbearable. catching sight of the busboy, you point to the cluttered table before moving on to attend the next group.

with a sigh, you walk up to the table and put on your best smile as you set their menus down. “hi, welcome! what can i get for yo—“ your smile drops when you meet his eyes. “what are you doing here?”

“hi, yes, could i get a birthday kiss, please?” oikawa smiles cheekily, innocently tapping his fingers against the menu. he looked painfully good; with his soft, styled hair, flushed cheeks, and dewy skin. “i’ll consider it my birthday gift, since you obviously forgot.”

“oh is it your birthday? i couldn’t tell.” you deadpan, staring at the birthday themed badge with a big, bold “I’M 8!” pinned to his shirt. “congrats, you’re almost at double digits.”

“they ran out of eighteen, i had to improvise.” iwaizumi shrugs, picking up his menu and flipping it open.

you scoff, crossing your arms. “they didn’t run out of birthday badges for an eighteen year old on a random tuesday afternoon.”

iwaizumi smirks smugly as he browses his menu. “come on now, the birthday boy asked for a kiss.”

“don’t change the subject.” you narrow your eyes at him. “why are you entertaining this?”

“birthday privileges,” iwaizumi says as he sets the menu down and finally looks up to meet your eyes. “that and he’s paying, so could you please get the big man and i get some water? lots of ice, thanks.”

“and a kiss,” oikawa quips.

“the two of you are insufferable,” you shake your head. “are you sticking with your usual orders or what.”

“yeah, the usual for me.” iwaizumi confirms before quickly adding, “extra pickles.”

“great,” you take their menus, paying no mind to the way oikawa pouted in his seat. finally facing him, you placed a hand on your hip and raise your eyebrows expectantly. “you ready to actually order now, oikawa?”

he breaks out into a grin at your attention—fuck he’s so cute—and straightens up in his seat. “have i ever told you i love the way you say my name?”

"oh give me a break.” you roll your eyes, spinning around before he could see the smile break out on your lips. leaving the two of them to pass their orders to the chef, you catch yourself staring at the floor and smiling like a doofus. jeez, what am i doing? get a grip. bringing yourself back to reality, you keep yourself busy while the cook works her magic.

oikawa’s eyes trail off of iwaizumi and onto you when you emerged from the kitchen. watching as you attended another table, he found humor in the way your face lit up when a child tried to order for themselves. mostly because you had recently expressed your disdain for parents who let their barely articulate four year old try to order during a lunch rush.

“could you be any more obvious?” iwaizumi asked, snapping in fingers in front of oikawa’s face. “you’re drooling all over the fucking table.”

“in a funny mood today, aren’t you?” oikawa shot back, “i can assume as much seeing as you bought me this.” he rolled his eyes, tapping his birthday badge.

“it was cute, i thought it suited your mature and distinguished personality.” iwaizumi teased annoyingly.

“ha-ha,” oikawa said dryly. “what happened to my birthday privileges.”

“oh believe me, they’re still there,” iwaizumi scoffed. “i’ve let a lot of things slide today, but that’s besides the point.”

“what exactly is the point?”

“the point is that this constant back and forth between you two is killing me.” iwaizumi groans, “when are you gonna grow a pair and ask them out?”

“i have a pair, thanks.” oikawa glared, catching a glimpse of a waiter approaching their table with a tray. “oh, would you look at that? someone’s already bringing your shit sandwich over.”

“this conversation isn’t over.”

“what conversation?”

“oikawa.”

“i obviously plan on doing it, just not today.” oikawa stated, watching in disdain as iwaizumi’s plate was placed in front of him. how on earth does he eat that. “it’s a total dick move.”

grabbing the nearby ketchup bottle, iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow at the statement. “i’m not following, why exactly is it a dick move?”

“cause it’s my birthday, iwa-chan.” oikawa rolled his eyes as if it were obvious. “what if the pressure of not wanting to hurt my feelings on my birthday is the only reason they agree.”

iwaizumi hummed, squeezing a dollop of ketchup onto his plate. “you know what i think?”

“what?” oikawa asked, hopeful that his best friend would provide him with some much needed insight.

“i think you’re making excuses.” or not.

“shut the hell up and eat your disgusting sandwich.”

by the time you’re done taking orders and dealing with bullshit, iwaizumi was already more than halfway done, nodding occasionally as oikawa talked his ear off. you practically skip over to the kitchen, poking your head inside and clearing your throat to get the cook’s attention.

“is it ready, ‘suri?” you ask with a hopeful tone. the last thing you wanted was for them to leave before the surprise was done. smiling when she nods over to the plate sitting prettily on the counter, you rushed over to pick it up. “thanks, you’re the best!”

exiting the kitchen, you hide the plate behind your back and compose yourself before making your way over to their table. ok so yes, you may or may not have asked her to make milk bread in honor of oikawa’s birthday but in your defense, oikawa has been going on about his birthday since before it even turned july. besides, the two of you are friends, of course you’re gonna get him something!

and while it might seem like an insignificant gift, ‘suri’s desserts held a reputation for being downright heavenly and expensive. plus, it was extra special because milkbread wasn’t even on the menu, ‘suri only made an exception because she loved you.

reaching his table, the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before oikawa caves. “did you come over just to stare at my pretty face?” he muses. you let the smile take over your features, revealing the plate and setting it down in front of him.

“happy birthday, tooru.” you hummed, leaning down to place a quick kiss on his cheek. straightening up, you place a hand on his head and affectionately ruffle it a bit. “i can’t believe you’re already starting the third grade, i’m so proud of you, bud.”

“they grow up fast don’t they?” iwaizumi sighed, “seems like just yesterday he was having a meltdown over his haircut.”

“that’s because it was.” you laugh.

“that’s right, it was.”

oikawa’s still blinking in shock at the dessert before him and the fact that you brought it for him and holy shit, your hand is still in his hair. “well don’t just stare at it, try it.” you urge, sliding the plate a little closer.

oikawa cleared his throat, looking up at you with a tiny smirk. “are you gonna feed it to me too?” it took you a second to register what he was saying because all you could focus on was the pink hue to his cheeks and ears.

“as if,” you snorted, reluctantly taking your hand out of his hair. “now if you’ll excuse me, i have to get back to work.”

oikawa’s hand smoothly reached for your own before you could walk away. “you’re still coming tonight right?” please say yes.

forcing yourself to look away from your joined hands, you nodded dumbly. “to your party right?”

“yeah, i know you get off late but—“

“yes, yeah, of course i’ll be there.” you cut him off, mentally punching yourself for sounding so eager.

“great, i’ll see you then.” 

#oikawa torū #oikawa fic #oikawa x reader #haikyuu!! #hq drabbles #hq x reader #hq fluff #gender neutral imagine #gender nuetral reader #pining #sfw #[🍹] haikyu! #[🍹] #[🍹] oikawa!

[slicesofapple]

warning: hurt/no comfort (for one); unrequited love (for one)

Ushijima Wakatoshi is watching from down the hall. He knows Oikawa Tooru will exit through that door very soon.

He is waiting.

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Waiting to finally say what he wants - needs - to say.

The door opens, and Ushijima tenses.

And - yes. There is Oikawa. Stepping briskly through as he smiles his golden smile.

Ushijima feels his heart lighten at the sight.

His heart has always lightened at the sight.

A tall figure Ushijima hadn't realized was also waiting now steps forward, walking straight towards Oikawa.

He stops right in front of Oikawa, and the two men confer briefly. Their voices are too muted for Ushijima to hear.

And then, Kageyama Tobio is spinning around, placing a hand on the small of Oikawa's back as he turns. When they step forward together, it is in seamless tandem. The hand drops from Oikawa's back only to close around Oikawa's hand. Oikawa's fingers likewise clasp Kageyama's.

Ushijima's chest constricts two sizes smaller. It is plain as day that the two men are lovers.

He didn't know.

He waited too long, and now it's too late.

#oikage #kageoi #pining ushijima #sad #unrequited ushijima #haikyu #except maybe ushioikage up ahead in the distance if you squint

[sinkat-arts]

Daisuga WIP (Thursday) Wednesday

So, I decided at to start doing WIP Wednesday. I'm actively working on a long fic that won't be posted for... forever, and it might help me stay motivated if I can post little bits here and there? Anyway, I decided that at, like, 1 AM Pacific Time last night, so... very late. Which is why I'm posting this today. This is actually a part that I've scrapped from the larger fic, but I like it well enough to want to maybe do something else with.

For context, this is after the Interhigh Tournament, which was in June. Since Suga's birthday is also in June, I decided to combine the two. And since it's in Suga's POV, I use Koushi? I honestly don't know how he'd refer to himself in his head;;;; I also juggled the timeline and events of the day after Interhigh around a little bit, which is partially why I scrapped this.

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13 June 2012

Suga

It should have been a day like any other. Just a Wednesday. There were many like it before and there would be many like it after. But this particular Wednesday was maybe a little different. This one was… well, it was a mixed fucking bag so far. 

“I can’t even be happy on my birthday,” Koushi groused aloud. He picked halfheartedly at his packed bento, but even though his mom had made sure it was full of his favorite things, he just didn’t have much of an appetite today. “Thanks, Seijoh, just what I wanted. A big fat L for my birthday.” 

Asahi took a sip of his juice. His giant paw of a hand dwarfed the box, making it look like a prop from a kid’s toy kitchen set. He gave a solemn nod in agreement, the picture of serious contemplation with the straw of a baby juice box still stuck in his mouth. Koushi couldn’t hold the giggle that bubbled up despite the dour mood.  

“What?” Asahi asked, snapping into attention in a mild panic, “Something on my face?” 

“You’re adorable,” Koushi answered, grinning and reaching over to pat his head, “You just make sure you finish your juice box like a good boy, ‘kay?”

Asahi didn’t miss that he was being teased. “Oh, ha ha,” he grumbled, running his empty hand over his hair to make sure none of it had escaped the tie holding it back, “You’re never too old for a juice box… and anyway, you’re the old man here, not me.” 

“By, like, 6 months,” Koushi returned, but his attention had strayed away from his friend. His eyes scanned the courtyard, seeking. Koushi sucked his teeth in frustration - he hadn’t found his target. Again. “Are you sure…” he began.

“I’m sure,” Asahi cut in, doing a decent job of masking exasperation, but Koushi caught it all the same. The exasperation was well-deserved, though, so he let it slide. It wasn’t that Asahi predicted what he was going to say because he was psychic… he’d just been asked the question already. Twice in the course of 20 minutes. “I saw him this morning, but not since.” 

“Lunch is halfway over,” Koushi said, pushing a piece of fried chicken around. “We could at least eat lunch together for my birthday… Do you think he forgot?” 

Asahi raised his head, face inscrutable for a few seconds. Most of the time, the guy was an open book, he had all the guile of a puppy… but every now and then he had these moments. Moments where Koushi felt like Asahi knew something and was holding back. 

“No,” he said, taking the last, loud draw of juice from the container before setting it down neatly on the table in front of him, “He wouldn’t forget. Something must have held him up… maybe a teacher grabbed him.” 

“You think?”

“Maybe?” Asahi said with a shrug that was somehow sympathetic rather than dismissive, “We could go look for him.” 

It could have been the shitty mood after losing yesterday - which was surprisingly devastating, considering how often the third years had experienced loss since coming to Karasuno - but something really wasn’t sitting right. He didn’t like the fact that he himself hadn’t laid eyes on Daichi all day, he didn’t like the look Asahi gave him, he didn’t like that he was at their table and Daichi wasn’t. He’d expected today to be kind of off, but it was too far off. Something had to be going on. 

“Nah,” Koushi said and started pulling his bento back together, “I’ll go… you, uh… you hold the fort down in case he does come. Text me?” 

Asahi nodded, but that weird look was back on his face. He wished he knew what it meant, but if he wanted to find Daichi and (gently) reprimand him for skipping out on lunch, he couldn’t press. He finished packing back up and turned away, walking at a pace that he hoped hid the fact that he was getting just the tiniest bit scared of what might be going on. 

It’s nothing. Probably just what Asahi said… a teacher asked him to help with something. And Daichi can’t not help someone. The guy’s hopeless. 

Still, his feet carried him faster and faster as he got closer to the nearest entrance to the school. There were a few places Daichi might be, assuming a teacher hadn’t sequestered him somewhere, so he turned himself towards what he thought the most likely spot would be and made his way to the gym.

At first glance, the place was empty, but that wasn’t cause for worry yet. He wouldn’t be on the court, not if there was something wrong, so Koushi made a straight line to the storage room. Closed, but unlocked… someone was in there. As silently as he could, he turned the knob until he felt the weight of the door swing free of the catch, and moved inside with a few soft steps. Ah, and there he was. Leaning against one of the ball caddies, shoulders slumped over and head in hand, Daichi was facing away from the one window that was the sole light source for the room. It was hard to make out his face, bathed in shadow as it was, but it was clear he was… lost. In thought, in his head, he was somewhere far enough away that he hadn’t noticed Koushi’s approach. 

Koushi took a step forward and stopped at the sound of a sniffle. His heart dropped a little as he realized that those slumped shoulders were shaking a little. Even more when he realized Daichi wasn’t holding his head to support it, he was clutching one hand over his mouthing, desperately pressing against it and trying to keep everything in.

Part of him wanted to leave. Slip back out the door unseen. This was something private, something vulnerable. It wasn’t meant for anyone’s eyes, and if Daichi knew he’d seen… would that be a betrayal of some kind?

But that wasn’t all. Part of him wanted to leave because he was scared. Not just of how Daichi would react when he finally noticed him, but of himself. He was terrified of what he wanted to do in this moment. Rush forward, collect Daichi in his arms, find out what hurt and make it go away. How, though? What should he do? What could he possibly do that would help… and still keep him on that highwire he’d been walking ever since they were idiot first years and Daichi had smiled at him like that with his warm brown eyes and the sun in his stupidly handsome face. 

What he wanted, what his instincts said to do, was too much. But his friend - his best friend - was hurting right in front of him, and whatever nonsense his heart was trying to pull right now, Daichi needed… something. It was, Koushi figured, in his job description to at least offer. Daichi could make the choice himself to tell him to leave or let him stay.

#wip wednesday #on a thursday #daisuga #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #daichi #suga #haikyuu #haikyu #fanfic #also scrapped because I took a good hard look at what I was doing #and decided to keep it fully in Daichi's POV #as you can maybe tell this one is angsty #also I feel like poor asahi is in the middle of this multiyear pining situation #and is Tired

[white-poppie]

Y𖦹u give me butterflies, you kn𖦹w !?˖˙

Synopsis: Attractive things the Tokyo revengers boys do. Song rec: Attention by NewJeans A/N: Even after a year, I am still basing these off-book men -sigh- Lets see if my type in men has changed TW: teeny-tiny bit of suggestiveness, bad author commentary at random places.

I wrote MHA and Haikyu versions of this back when I was 14: MHA boys as things I find attractive || Haikyuu boys as things I find attractive

He smells earthy. It's sensual and intimate like pine and aftershaves It gives a mature and domestic vibe like sweet moments spent with your family. His fragrance radiates a 'protective figure' vibe.

DRAKEN, Inupi, Kazutora, NAOTO, Mitsuya, SHINICHIRO, Takeomi, IZANA

He is comfortable in his masculinity. The concepts of gender stereotypes don't apply to him. He is okay with being vulnerable when needed, listen to someone in times of need. Stay silent when needed and treat everyone with respect. However, if you wanna talk shit, he isn't afraid to get their ring-clad knuckles yet at the same time freshly painted nails bloody.

INUPI, KOKONOI, BAJI , RAN , HARUCHIYO, Hakkai

Presses his tongue on the inside of his cheek. It's a forced habit he developed. His brows all scrunched up and concentrated, jaw taut and mind focused on the task before him. If they do it while arguing, you can barely form any words and are stuttering at how ethereal he looks even when irritated. The argument is long forgotten <3

HANMA SHUJI, Mikey, NAOTO, DRAKEN, Wakasa, Rindou, KAKUCHO, Taiju, Nahoya, Izana

Asks for consent before doing almost everything. His breath is fanning on your face, a trembling arm propped over your head and face barely inches away. Your eyes are fluttering close in anticipation only to be interrupted by a grave whisper of "May I?" Heat rushes to your ears and you are trembling. He knows what he is doing and how your voice is stuck in your throat. "Say it, baby." You just nod aggressively hoping he won't pester you further. You miss the dark smirk on his face as he leans in "there you go."

A/n: I was kicking my feet writing this oh my god.

KAKUCHO, Mitsuya (he fits almost everywhere tbh), RAN, SHINICHIRO, Takeomi, Hanma (surprising I know, but he is a tease)

Loves back hugs so much. You could be sitting, standing, or lying down, doesn't matter to him. He is gonna wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his head on the nape of your neck. Place a few ticklish kisses and randomly bite if he is feeling funny. There are days however his grip is harsher, meaner; his kisses are feverish, chaste and his fingers are digging into your flesh.

A/N: pg pg we keep it pg here woop woop.

KENNN~, Sanzu, NAHOYA, Ran, Kokonoi, Rindou, SHUJIIII , Taiju, Mikey, Nahoya

Tilts your face by your jaw. He tilts your pretty face towards him to get your attention. Its gentle nudge with his index and thumb, proceeding to caress your cheek oh so lovingly!

Draken, Shuji, Kakucho, Shinichiro, Mikey, SANZU

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⤷‧₊˚ Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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[sugawarassoulmate]

kei seems like he would purposely spread misinformation to break up reader and aki. reader comes over to hangout with tsukki. he tells her he has the house to himself because akiteru left to go out with some random girls (it was actually a last minute work meeting)

omg he's such a pot stirrer LOL

aw but what if reader believed him? 😔 what if it's wayyyy before akiteru and reader have sex for the first time? they've only kissed/made out a couple of times, nothing super serious.

but for reader those few, fleeting moments mean everything to them. being pulled into a dark corner by akiteru's imposing form as his massive hands hold your head to drown you with affection.

it's hard to not be super noticeable when return to the living room to sit next to kei on the couch, knees feeling like jelly. but kei isn't stupid, it's obvious something is going on and he wants to put an end to it.

you're over at his house again and barely five minutes have passed when you start asking about his brother. "is aki home?"

you try to say it as innocently as possible but kei already has you figured out. you used to ask, "did your mom make dinner?" or "is your brother here?" but now you're referring to akiteru by name—even worse, you've started calling him "aki" in a dumb, cutesy voice.

it's the same voice you use when you have a crush on someone. you've never said kei's name like that.

"actually, he's out. told me he was going to a bar with a few girls. sounded like a date or something," kei said and the light in your eyes immediately disappears. kei knew exactly where his brother was. a meeting at work ran late so he and his coworkers had to stay in the office a few extra hours. but maybe if you didn't know that small tidbit, you could actually give kei the your undivided attention.

you try to act like his words didn't bother you, shrugging your shoulders and changing the subject.

the night goes on as normal, with the two of you studying for your respective exams before watching a movie. if you were still bothered by akiteru's supposed trysts, you tried not to let it show.

it's late when akiteru finally walks through the front door, kicking off his shoes.

"i'm home," he announces, placing his work bag on the dining table and loosening his tie. akiteru notices the two of you on the couch. "oh, hi, y/n." he says, barely paying attention to his younger brother sitting next to you.

your response was a curt "hi," eyes never leaving the tv screen—a far cry from the "hiii, aki," in your sweetest voice.

it catches akiteru off guard, finally flicking his eyes over at kei who just shrugs his shoulders. after heating up his left over dinner, akiteru sits on the couch, trying his best to make conversation if you two (but mostly you). but you pay him no mind, only giving short, uninterested responses and scooting closer to kei.

when it comes time for you to head home, akiteru innocently offers to walk with you like he usually does. "actually, kei already said he would."

without another word, you and kei head out the door.

(there will definitely be a part 2 to this lmao)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #akiteru x reader #kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #pining!kei #best friend's brother!akiteru #bad boy!akiteru #🍑 #🍑tsukishima #🍑akiteru

[woahjo]

haikyu masterlist ᡣ𐭩

drabbles

demigod!tendou (tendou x reader) // demigod au + infidelity + overstim + multiple orgasms + oral (f!receiving)

fics

novelty (tendou x reader) // long fic + redirects to ao3 + from old blog

the inbetween (tendou x reader) // long fic + redirects to ao3 + from old blog

the notebook theory (tsukishima x reader) // long fic + redirects to ao3 + from old blog

series

what else is there to do when you're dead? (tendou x reader) // redirects to ao3

bird of prey (tendou x reader) // fwb + pining + jealousy + tendou's pov + smut

#haikyu navi #any fics from my old blog redirect to ao3

[galatially]

❝𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞❞

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 —1.9K

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — even with distance between us, my love burns bright; say you feel the same

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fluff, ANGST DEAR GOD THE ANGST, me pining over Two Idiots™ i made

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i’d almost forgotten that this was sitting in my drafts and thought, “let’s give my girls a proper send off.” so, i hope y’all enjoy these two and, who knows, we might see them again

i don't have a tag list but i do have a library where all of my works live,@galatially-wrote so please check it out! 

as always, lovely dividers by @firefly-graphics

“How long are you planning on hiding out at my place?”

You looked at your best friend, Tameka, from over your shoulder. She wore a smug smile on her lips and one of her hands was perched on her hip. 

“I’m not hiding,” you muttered. “I’m just giving Wanda space.”

“Space she didn’t ask for or know that she needed.”

You threw her a dirty look. “Fine, I’m giving myself space from her. Am I overstaying my welcome? Is that why you’re doing this?”

Tameka rolled her eyes and moved to sit beside you on the couch. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided your head to the curve of her neck. “You know that you’re welcome to squat here for as long as you need.”

“Thanks,” you deadpanned. 

“You know what I mean,” she said, rolling her eyes. “When’s the last time you talked to her?”

“Not since I left.” You let out a huff. “I don’t know what to do, Tam.”

She moved to sit in front of you, her legs crossed and a smile curling at the side of her mouth. “Tell me what happened.”

You recounted that night’s events, your face heating up when Tameka arched a brow at your hasty departure.

“You can’t think for other people, Y/N. You know that, right?”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “I wasn’t thinking for her.”

“You had an entire scenario made up in your head and, instead of voicing your concerns, you showed up on my doorstep at half past midnight on a Tuesday,” Tameka said drily. “That’s not thinking ahead of someone to you?”

“I — okay, so maybe I did.” You groaned and leaned back into her throw pillows. “She must think I’m fucking crazy.”

“I think you’re both idiots.”

“That doesn’t help me.”

Tameka chuckled. “You really love her, don’t you?”

How envious you were that she could say the words so easily. Six months it took you when you could finally verbalize the tightness of your skin and the pounding of your heart when the heroine was around. How the smell of her favorite perfume — jasmine and sandalwood — sunk into every surface of your bed and lulled you to sleep every night. It happened so subtly you often wondered if you were just that person: the one that falls too fast and loves too hard. You’d never been that way with past partners and it unnerved you. The dark-haired beauty unnerved you. 

You put your face in your hands. “I’m fucked.”

“No, you’re not. Dial down the dramatics for a second.” Tameka moved your hands from your face. “There’s nothing wrong with loving someone and wanting to be loved back.”

“What if she doesn’t? Love me back?”

She took you in her arms again, her vanilla perfume calming you some. “Then you can stay with me forever.”

“You’re getting married to Noel in six months, Tam,” you said, smiling. 

“Then, bitch, we’re marrying Noel. We’ll have matching dresses and everything.”

You laughed. If there was one thing Tameka Harland knew how to do and do well, it was putting a smile on your face. “I should probably call her, right?”

Tameka held her hands up. “I’m not telling you what to do, but it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Can we watch an episode of Haikyu!! first? I need the serotonin.”

She gave you a wide smile, her hand reaching for the remote. 

“Fuck yeah, we can.” 

You’d lived in this building in Brooklyn for five years. 

You’d happened upon it your sophomore year of college, desperate to be rid of nosy RAs and catty roommates. Its brick and mortar was weathered and almost blended into the other buildings surrounding it. Had it not been for an elderly woman — Mrs. Jacoby from 316A — asking you to help her with her groceries, you’d have missed it entirely. 

It’d seen many pair of legs enter and leave the threshold of your apartment, had stood warm and comforting as you cried yourself to sleep over a rare few of those legs. It felt its warmest once Wanda came into your life. She was like a breath of fresh air for its muted beige walls and brought her light to share with it. When you’d called earlier, she said that she’d been staying over. Waiting for you. 

That little voice in the back of your head, that fear, crept up your spine again; was she waiting for you to break it off in person? Did this half a year mean everything to you and little to her?

“Y/N?”

You looked up. Wanda was dressed in one of your old T-shirts you swiped from your dad back in college, fitting as loosely as it did on you. You must’ve looked pathetic sitting outside of your apartment like a sullen child. 

Her dark brows dipped in confusion.“Have you been sitting out here this whole time?” 

“Not the whole time,” you wrung your hands together, “I was sitting in the parking lot an hour ago.” 

“Could you come inside, please? Talk to me.”

You pushed yourself onto your feet and walked into your apartment. Your eyes scanned the living room as you toed out of your shoes. Nothing had seemed different in the six days since you’d last been here. The room still smelled of bergamot, your couch cushions were in place save for the blanket thrown across the back. You smiled seeing that she’d tended to your plants in your absence. 

“What happened, Y/N? You’ve never just stormed off like that before,” Wanda said, pulling you from your thoughts, “I called your job, three of your coworkers. I had to call Tam and ask if you were there.” Her green eyes swam behind the cresting tears. “I was fucking worried.”

“‘M sorry.”

“No, I need more than that. One minute, you were fine. We were fine. Then I asked about dinner and you — ”

“What are we?”

She stopped. “What?”

You motioned between the two of you, your eyes locked with hers. “When we started, it was just sex — simple, easy, uncomplicated sex. And I’m fine with that, I am. But now we float between each other’s places and I’ve met your brother and you’ve met Tam and everything’s confusing.” 

Wanda’s brows met, her green eyes confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Do you like me? Or do you just like fucking me sometimes?” 

“Y/N — ”

“No, no, you don’t have to say anything, really. I’m just…I like you. A lot. I think I have for a while but kept it back because neither of us ever said what this was.” You looked to your feet.  “And I get that, y’know? I’ve been off lately and, I don’t know, maybe I’m projecting or whatever Tam said. I just — I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay when I’m not, Wanda. You have keys to my fucking apartment, y’know? That would imply seriousness.”

She came towards you. “Y/N — ”

You shook your head. “I’m making sense, right? I feel like I’m just rambling and confusing you and — ”

“Y/N, stop.” Wanda took hold of both your hands, a soft smile on her face. “It’s okay.”

You made a noise in the back of your throat. “Is it?”

Wanda brought one of your hands up to her lips. “I’m not letting you leave anytime soon.”

“And when you leave me?”

She let out a surprised breath as she cupped your cheek. “I’d never. Do you think I just halfway move in with every pretty brown-eyed girl that I meet in bars?”

“I mean, have you seen you?”

Her green eyes leveled you. “Do you remember the night we met?”

“I got stood up by some asshole and you just so happened to be sitting at the bar witnessing my embarrassment.”

Wanda shook her head, chuckling. “I swear, for you bring so brilliant, your attention to detail is shit. I was taking myself out on a date after a particularly hard week. I’d probably been there an hour, hour and a half, when I saw you. You were beautiful; dressed in that velvet brown dress that you wore for my birthday dinner and your hair was down and haloed around your face. I don’t think I’ve ever been wanted to know someone so much before. When you looked at me suddenly, I fucking lost it. I think I nodded and gave you a derpy smile or something.”

“Your smile wasn’t derpy,” you argued, “It made me lose my shit.”

“Yeah, right.” Her green eyes locked with yours. “Why did you stay away? I was so worried.”

“Because I was scared? I don’t know…I just — I’ve never done half of what I’ve been doing with you these past few months. I’m not used to falling into relationships this easy. And especially not with a hot superhero.”

“You think I’m hot?” she asked, a teasing glint in her eyes. 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m being serious. I’m fucking terrified every day that I’m going to wake up and every trace of you will be gone. Like I imagined the last six months and I don’t know if I can handle that.”

She rested her forehead against yours, one of her hands curving around the back of your neck. Her lips met yours in a kiss that wasn’t quite a kiss yet. It took you ten seconds too long before you realized she was asking for permission. 

You kissed her back with everything you had: your love, your fears, offered every part of yourself that she’d accept. 

“I can’t believe you think I’d ever leave you,” she said against your lips. 

You pulled back. “What is Atlas without the world on his shoulders?”

“Huh?”

“Atlas without the world on his shoulders is just a man. That’s me without you.” You put a hand to her cheek. “I’m alarmingly and permanently in love with you, Wanda Maximoff. I love your eyes, your snort when you laugh really hard.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I love that your middle name is Django and the Transian lullabies you sing to me at night. Even if one day you decide that I’m not what you want, I will still love you.”

She kissed you — salty and hard — and, suddenly, your mind’s eye exploded with images of the two of you: your first date, the first night Wanda stayed over. You first kiss. She was in your head, giving her perspective with her reality-bending chaos magic. 

Through her eyes, a warm light haloed around you, colored you with wonder and affection that made your heart flutter and your lungs seize. She loved you — wholly and purely loved you. 

She pulled back, her smile the brightest you’d ever seen it. “I have loved you since the first time I saw you. There is never a moment of my day that I’m not thinking of you or wanting to see you. No one will ever love you as much as I will.” 

You brushed a few stray curls from her face. “We’re two lovestruck idiots, huh?”

“Each other’s lovestruck idiots.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — no because the brain rot that these two gave me was something fierce (also part of the reason why i stopped writing take me away lol) and i could barely focus until i got their story down. what can i say? angst is my lifeblood. but good god, do i love these babies

#galatially #wanda maximoff #without you i would die #it's like i'm made of you sequel #it's like i'm made of you au #wanda maximoff x black!reader #wanda maximoff x black!y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff one shot #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x black!reader #scarlet witch x black!y/n #scarlet witch x you #wlw

[ador3rin]

୧ ‧₊˚⋆ * haikyu!! * ☆ˎˊ˗

what once was : kenma kozume x f!reader ⤷ angst, hurt no comfort, post break up

fatigued : suna rintaro x gn!reader ⤷ soft!suna, fluff, self indulgent

just watch the movie! : suna rintaro x f!reader (hiatus) ⤷ smau, university au, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, mutual pining + one sided pining, slow burn

୧ ‧₊˚⋆ * my hero academia * ☆ˎˊ˗

happy birthday, dumbass : bakugo katsuki x f!reader ⤷ fluff, childhood friends to lovers, college!au

#ador3navi #masterlist

[ao3feed-daisuga]

Strangers to Lovers and Lovers to Friends

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WiJAEwB

by hykuluv512

Slowburn BokuAka with a lil BokuAtsu thrown in there with a jealous Akaashi, absent Omi, and meddling KuroKen. This is also a little something for my AkaYama kinnies to enjoy. CW: Implied NSFW to actual NSFW, strangers to lovers and lovers to friends. And without further ado....

Words: 2507, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Akaashi Keiji, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou

Relationships: AkaYama BokuAka, kuroken, daisuga, kagehina

Additional Tags: Wedding Fluff, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, Sadness, Pining, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Friends, haikyu fanfic, Mentioned MSBY Black Jackals, Fukurodani - Freeform, Bokuaka - Freeform, akayama, daisuga - Freeform, KuroKen - Freeform, SakuAtsu

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WiJAEwB

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #daisuga #hq

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Paper Rings

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/14QnRVy

by asteria_arlert

Iwa was convinced he was going to be tortured by Tooru for life. It seemed like wherever he went, Oikawa followed- or maybe it was the other way around. Iwa didn’t know for sure but he was painfully aware that he was probably going to spend the rest of his life falling more and more in love with his asshole best friend.

And what he feared most of all was the day he would have to stop being by Oikawa’s side to hand him off to another. Surely, Tooru would fall in love one day, and Iwa would take his leave. This thought irritated Iwa more than Oikawa did himself. He dreaded that day with every ounce of his being.

He just hoped it wouldn’t come for a long, long time.

Words: 2990, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Daishou Suguru, Sugawara Koushi

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Daishou Suguru/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, IwaOi Week, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - College/University, Daishou is a dick, iwaoi - Freeform, this is based on paper rings by Taylor swift, I promise a happy ending, but this one is gonna hurt, Mattsuhana are number1iwaoishippers, suga is a barista in everything I create, im not sorry, Pining, Haikyu - Freeform, Haikyuu - Freeform, haikyuu!! - Freeform, haikyu!! - Freeform

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/14QnRVy

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

[colorseeingchick]

Extremities

Summary: A fire alarm kicks you and your classmates outside in the middle of a chilly winter- and all your luck has just about run out. But in the midst of the icy situation, your best friend Kuroo manages to warm your heart. 

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, “unrequited” pining

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: based off something that my good friend used to do in high school, but upon further reflection, was probably MAD sus to everyone else. Anyways hope y’all like it hehe. <3

Why is it that people only manage to start chemical fires in the winter? The blaring of the fire alarm rings in your ears as you carefully hop in the deep footsteps pressed into the snow beneath you- trying very hard to ensure that the snow doesn’t accidentally hit your socks or sink into the soles of your sneakers. The cold was already seeping into your exposed skin, slowly pricking and biting at your arms and cheeks. 

Of all the times for a fire alarm, it just had to be during gym. While everyone else had their winter uniforms on, you were stuck in your gym shirt and shorts.  Just your luck. You bury your hands into your underarms, attempting to cling onto any remaining warmth your body could generate.

If you were going to be stuck out here, might as well be with any friend you could find. Looking for Yaku amidst the herd of tall 3rd years felt like a lost cause, so instead, you look for the beheaded giant that you call your best friend. Finding him never really seemed to be a problem for you. He stuck out for a variety of reasons, but at the moment, his wack hair was the most prominent. 

You hop in footsteps as you make your way towards the spikes of raven black hair, weaving through the other students. Once you’re finally by him, you tug on his sleeve as a form of acknowledgement. He responds by looking at you and smirking (it was supposed to be a smile, but with Kuroo it always ended up looking like a smirk.) 

Before you can say anything you hear a teacher say, “We could be out here for anywhere between 10 to 20 minutes class, so try and hold out until then,” while slipping mittens onto her stiff fingers. 

“Yaku says most of the team is on the other side of the building with him. So I think it’s just gonna be us over here,” Kuroo types away at his phone while informing you. 

You shiver and nod, the skin on the back of your neck begins to tingle as another gush of wind blows in your direction. You let out a deep breath, focusing on the crystallizing vapor that appears like smoke in front of your mouth- trying to distract yourself from the aggravating cold. 

I really struck out in terms of luck, huh. You feel the cold start to climb your exposed legs, making your skin feel hypersensitive. You tried to move around in circles, doing an awkward lil shuffle, to try and keep the cold away.

“Are you waddling in a circle because you wanna be a penguin, or because you enjoy looking dumb?” Kuroo’s snarky voice pulls you out of your own head. 

“Bold of you to assume penguins don’t enjoy looking dumb,” you retort, rolling your eyes. 

“Well yeah, when they do it it’s cute,” he shoves his hands deeper into his pockets. 

Are you saying I’m not cute? You don’t ask it. Not out loud. 

“Listen, it’s not my fault there was a fire right when I was in the gym.”

“Aren’t we required to bring our track jackets to gym though?”

“I left it in my locker because I thought I would get too hot…” you know how it sounded as it left your mouth. 

“So you didn’t listen to instructions?”

“...”

“This is your fault then.” 

You scoff, visibly annoyed, which only causes Kuroo’s smirk to widen. That, of course, pisses you off more. He’s right, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying. 

“What class were you in? Chemistry?” you change the subject, still slowly waddling while hugging yourself. 

“Yeah. The fire was from our room.” 

“What even happened?” 

“Someone didn’t clean their beaker correctly so there were remnants of previous chemicals. When we were doing our experiments today, it just so happened to be the wrong combination- so it started the fire.”  

“Don’t be shy, Kuroo. You can tell me you’re the one who started the fire, I won’t judge too hard,” you tease. 

“Tsk, please. I may be an idiot but I’m not that irresponsible…” the faintest of pouts pulls at his lips. 

You hum softly, and quietly say, “I know.” Considering everything that Kuroo was- clumsy and irresponsible wasn’t him. He was one of the most chaotic people you knew- only outdone by Bokuto- but he always took good care of the people around him. You usually witnessed this firsthand as the manager for your school’s volleyball team, watching him in all his captaining glory. He kept it together when they couldn’t. And he definitely kept it together when you couldn’t. Kuroo may not have been clumsy, but you definitely were. 

While you’re lost in your own head, Kuroo hears his name being called out. “Oi, Y/N, I’ll be right back. One of my lab members is calling me over. Don’t freeze to death in that time” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You dismiss him. 

But now in this moment alone with no annoying cat to distract you, the cold starts to overtake you at a faster pace. 

Dizzy from walking in circles, you attempt to shuffle side to side. You did little to pay attention to where you were going, though. Without realizing, you misstep, tripping over your own shoe, left foot digging into a fresh pile of snow when trying to catch yourself- the soft white fluff encasing everything below your ankle. 

Shit. 

The cold that had been nipping at your exterior had suddenly soaked your entire shoe and sock through- permeating through your skin and now racking your entire body with an aggressive wave of iciness. 

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Kuroo doesn’t know about this catastrophe on his walk back over. Instead, he’s internally planning on how to continue your teasing banter, his demeanor annoying (it was supposed to be a playful one, but with Kuroo it always just ended up being annoying). 

“Oya, did the cold freeze you stiff or what.” 

Any patience and energy you had left has frozen over.

“I’m fine,” you deadpan. 

Kuroo pauses. ...Oh no, he thinks.

If Bokuto has his emo mode, you have your moody mode. It’s a lot less predictable in comparison to Bokuto, but just as easy to remedy. A little bit of attention or a nice distraction usually does the trick.

“You’re cold,” Kuroo blatantly states.

 “I'm not.” Lie of the century and a dumb answer. But on instinct, you just felt like arguing. 

“I can see you shaking.” You’re indeed shaking like a leaf. 

“Then there’s something wrong with your eyes then...go see an eye doctor or something.” l a m e comeback- but your brain is now freezing up, too. You don’t want to agree with him. If you do, he’d probably just lecture you for not following directions and tell you to own up to it rather than sulk. He would be absolutely correct in saying so, but you really don’t care for logic right now. 

Kuroo huffs, taking a broad step into your little waddle circle and grabbing your shoulders to turn you around so you’re facing him. You shuffle back a bit at the sudden closeness, not that it did much to create distance between you two. It’s at that moment that you also realize the wind is no longer hitting your face- Kuroo’s blocking off the breeze with his back.

“Give me your hands.” Kuroo gently grabs your wrists, which were tucked under your arms. He pulls your hands up to his chest level and then proceeds to wrap his hands around your fingers. 

“Kuroo wh-what are you--” 

“Warming your extremities.”

“Hah?” 

“Your extremities, your fingers.”

“My… what?” 

“When you get cold, most of the heat in your body centralizes to your core to keep your internal organs warm. So that means the extremities of your body, such as your fingers and toes, get the coldest the fastest. They become prone to frostbite as a result and…”

Everything Kuroo says made perfect sense. Probably. You couldn’t really tell because everything also happened to be going in one ear and out the other. Even the sudden bout of irritation you had felt had suddenly disappeared. You can’t focus on anything but his hands. 

They’re markedly bigger than yours. Your fingers feel so tiny in his grasp. They’re calloused from all the volleyball. His grip is strong, unmoving, but it isn’t crushing or tight. Above all, they radiate warmth. Your stiff and numb fingers regain feeling, soothed by the heat of your best friend’s hands. 

You want nothing more than to look at them. You want to just see his hands wrapped around your fingers. But there was no way you were going to let Kuroo in on the fact that the physical contact stole every bit of attention you had. So instead, you just opt to blankly stare at him, pretending to listen to him nerd out. 

“... it’s the most effective way to mitigate the most harmful effects of the cold. We learned all this in biology, don’t you remember?” 

Still completely clueless about what Kuroo's saying, you just hum in agreement. 

He lets out an exasperated sigh. “You didn’t listen to a word I said did you.” He squeezes your fingers slightly to refocus your mind on him speaking, rather than… whatever you were daydreaming about. 

“Oh- uh… yeah. Sorry for spacing out…” you turn your face away from him. Spacing out was a usual occurrence for you, but for some reason when Kuroo brought attention to it this time, it had you feeling a lot more embarrassed. 

He scoffs a little bit, but his voice softens as he says, “You can space out, that’s fine, no need to feel weird about it, y/n.” He squeezes your fingers again while gently stroking the pad of your pointer finger with his thumb. Flustered as it makes you, it's also very calming. Calming enough that you’re able to make stable eye contact again. 

“I’m sorry for getting moody with you, Kuroo…” you murmur, sheepishly gazing up at him. 

His eyes are unreadable. “You don’t have to apologize for everything, y/n. It makes me feel a little weird... Just, like- say thank you instead.” 

You cock your head to the side, confused by his comment. 

He takes a deep breath, the condensation thick in front of his mouth. “You saying sorry all the time, it makes it seem like you think you’re a bother or something. You’re not.” This is getting too serious for his liking. A heart to heart in the middle of a fire drill? Not happening. He has to lighten it up. “ So...instead of putting yourself down, just praise me instead. Trust me, I love every ego boost I can get.” His signature Cheshire grin slowly emerges, prompting you to roll your eyes. “So don’t say, ‘sorry I wasn’t paying attention in biology 2 years ago-’ say, ‘thank you for re-educating me like the great tutor you are, Kuroo-kun~~’” 

He was a great tutor. He’s been helping you with science for 3 years. 

“Or! Or- ‘sorry for letting a volleyball smash into your face,’ you can say, ‘I’m thankful I didn’t damage your gorgeous face-’”

That incident was completely accidental but hilarious anyways. 

 Kuroo’s nonsensical yet insightful rambling continues, and it helps the embarrassment dissipate from within your chest, amusement taking its place.

“Oi! You narcissistic cat.” Kuroo stops his rambling and just stares at you. “Thanks for being there for me… and putting up with me no matter how emotional I can be..” 

Kuroo’s face twists into a smile (yes- a smile! Not a smirk this time) filled with genuine happiness. “No problem. Anything for you.”

Anything, huh. 

“Do you not feel cold anymore?” Kuroo quickly realizes his hands are still enclosed around your fingers, now gently resting against his chest. 

To be honest, your upper body feels like its on fire. Your face is hot and your heart is pounding like you had run 5 miles. By contrast, your lower body is frozen solid. Your skin is probably extremely cracked, and its stinging. Your feet are also blocks of ice, the revolting feeling of soaked sock ever-present. The two extreme sensations leave you feeling really uncomfortable. But your hands don’t feel hot, though. There was just the perfect amount of warmth- a tingly sensation buzzing through them and faintly running up to your heart.

“Uh, not as much. My feet are messed up but my upper body isn’t as bad.”

“Your feet? You mean your legs?” “No, my feet.”

“Heh? I get your legs- ‘cause of your shorts. But what happened to your feet? I thought you were stepping in other footsteps to avoid getting snow in them.”

“I was but uh I- kinda tripped and stepped right into the snow.” 

“...” 

A snort. “Dumbass. How do you even trip over your own feet?”

“...oh shut up, nerd.”

The beeps of a loudspeaker cut off your banter, indicating you could all go back inside. 

“Finally!” You sigh in relief. Although you would never admit it, a part of you didn’t wanna go back in yet. Which is stupid because HELLO you’re gonna get frostbite at this point. But you really didn’t wanna pull your hands away from Kuroo. Not yet.

Physical contact had always been pretty limited to slaps on the backs during the good games and pats on the shoulders during the bad. This type of closeness was a first, but was it also going to be the last?

Regardless, you knew it would be sus if you, the person who was now essentially a walking ice cube, lingered outside longer than literally anyone else. 

So you pull your hands out of his strong, warm, welcoming hold. 

“I’m gonna go pour some hot water on my legs and change my shoes… I’ll see you during practice, yeah?” 

Before he could respond, you turn around and hop away in the deepest footprints you can find.

You don’t seem as off as you were earlier, but now you were acting weird in a different way. Kuroo stands there for a second, but once he realizes that he can’t figure you out, he just sighs. Clueless as ever, he shrugs, stuffs his hands into his pockets, and then heads in. 

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As you situate yourself in the bathroom and wipe down your legs with a towel soaked in hot water, you let the series of events finally sink into your slowly dethawing head. You aren’t sure if your face is warm to fight the cold or because of embarrassment. 

Pleasant as it was, you knew you couldn’t dwell on the things that just happened with Kuroo. Not for too long, at least. He was one of your closest friends- but just that. So you would have to freeze away whatever wack feelings that were dancing in your chest. It would be better that way for now. 

That’s what you’re gonna tell yourself, at least.

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