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whatisreggieshortfor · 11 months

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Pretend to Be Desirable

A volleyball player and an idol have to pretend to date. It should be fine… right?

Yaku x gn!reader

“You’ll be presenting a relationship together.” His publicist stated, no room for debate. “We need to give off the impression that there’s a romantic appeal to both of you, it’ll help merchandising sales and boost your popularity with fans.”

“I’m not really sure I understand.” You offered, he ignored the adorably confused pout that was already forming in your face, “Me, I get. I sing a lot about love, yada yada. But why does he need this?”

The publicist sighed, and so did your agent, “I hear you don’t spend a lot of time on social media.” You shook your head no, “Well, one of his high school teammates, someone up and coming in the fashion model world, has shared some… let’s say concerning memories about his behavior back then. It makes him seem unapproachable. To counteract that he needs to be portrayed as capable of holding a relationship.”

“So we just… pretend to date. I look desirable to fans, Y/N looks like their songs are written from their experience. I got that right?” Yaku was annoyed that it was Lev of all people that landed him in this meeting. He wanted to get back to training, the entire team was convinced he was in trouble right now. He was not looking forward to the teasing he would get when he put those rumors to bed.

“Yes.” Your agent nodded, “But it is also important that neither your team, nor Y/N’s band know that it isn’t real.”

Your brow furrowed further, “I can’t tell them?”

Yaku sighed, “I understand why I can’t tell the team. Miya and Bokuto don’t exactly scream ‘I can keep a secret’ when they open their big mouths every chance they get.”

You chuckled, suddenly not looking nearly as confused, “I see why my guitarist calls you prickly.”

He rolled his eyes, giving you a smirk, “That teammate used to refer to me as ‘demon-senpai’.”

“Aw!” You laughed harder, almost clapping your hands in your amusement, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

He absolutely did not blush, looking back at his publicist, “I’m ready to pretend to be desirable. Do you have a backstory or do we make that up?”

“It’s yours to decide. But it needs to be public knowledge for the next six months, so assuming neither of you have an ex or one night stand that might show up, you’ll want to plan an amount of time that made you okay to go public.” She shrugged, standing from her desk, “My office is yours while you work it out. We’ve already sent word to the athletic trainer that you’re here because Y/N is going to be performing at a charity match we’ve arranged for the team. When you make the announcement to them, they’ll think that you were informed separately because that’s the type of information partners share with each other.”

Without another word, the two of them disappeared out the door, and you immediately spun your wheelie chair around.

“Wheeeeeeeee!” Yaku was not a soft person, why did he want to smile at your antics? Your chair suddenly stopped, face to face with him, “Ready to make up some shit?”

Walking into the gym, Yaku was not prepared. He really should’ve been, he played with or against damn near everyone here since high school, but he wasn’t. Well actually… he was prepared to be unprepared. Miya was first, because he just had to be.

“Yaku, why didn’t ya tell us ya had some love in yer life?”

“Didn’t realize it was your business.” Yaku rolled his eyes, just knowing it was going to be a long practice.

Aran patted his shoulder, “He doesn’t have to share things he doesn’t want to, Atsumu.”

“But we’re a team, ain’t we?”

“Which performer are they?” Hinata jumped around excitedly, “Iwa couldn’t tell us.”

Shit, he probably should’ve asked, huh?

“We’re called Little Future.” Yaku spun around, seeing you enter the gym with a gleaming happiness, “Hey… darling?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, what’s up?” Dear god, they both sounded so stiff.

You held up a bento, “I made you lunch! Meant to give it to you during the meeting, but you know how I get.” He jogged over to you, hoping to end the interaction quickly. The less time you spent with the team the better.

“‘Little Future’? Sounds kinda… pessimistic, don’t it?”

“Big word for you, Miya.” Sakusa rolled his eyes, nodding at you when you glanced over.

Aran raised his hands as the two of them started arguing, “Hey now, no fighting. Miya, be a bit nicer. That’s your teammate’s partner and they are doing a free show for charity. They don’t deserve the disrespect.”

“Thank you, uh?”

“Aran Ojiro, team captain.” You shook his hand as it was offered, introduction on the tip of your tongue as a voice called out to you.

“Y/N?” Turning you saw a friend from high school, someone you hadn’t seen much of since idol training started.

“Iwaizumi?” Your eyes went wide, rushing over to pull him into a hug, “It’s so weird seeing you without the annoying brunette cutting in!” You spun around, suddenly feeling on high alert, “He isn’t here, is he?”

“No,” Iwa laughed, “Oikawa plays in Argentina these days.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, you grinned, “Good, some ocean between us.”

“What’s up between you and the Great King?”

“Hinata, no one calls him that.” Iwa sighed, but the orange haired boy wasn’t deterred, looking at you with wide curious eyes.

You hummed, elbow propping on Iwa’s shoulder like you used to in school, “Hard to tell. Could’ve been when I had to lend Iwa class notes and he thought I was a member of his fan club. Could’ve been when I gave Makki and Mattsun tickets to a show and he spent three days blowing up my phone about why I didn’t send one for him- I finally had to threaten to change my number that time. Could’ve been when I received a confession on Valentines Day our third year and he had assumed I brought it to confess to him.” Iwa didn’t look bothered by his best friend’s old antics, only offering you a chuckle before he was introducing the team. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed when he made it to Kageyama, “You’re the kid that used to drive him nuts! The one that was better than him, right?”

Iwa nodded, grinning broadly as he nudged your shoulder under their scrutinizing gaze, completely ignoring the boy going pink in the face with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, “Remember the other guy he used to complain about? The one that always beat us to go to Nationals?”

“My guitarist actually went there! But honestly who could forget ‘yOu ShOuLd HaVe CoMe tO sHiRaToRiZaWa’?” You asked, making a face like you were being put out.

“That’s the guy.” He pointed to Ushijima.

“No. Way.” You excitedly hugged the tower of a man, even though he just awkwardly patted you on the back in return. “Semi is gonna flip when I tell him I finally met you.”

Iwa looked at you curiously as you continued to talk to the team, glanced at Yaku, and then spoke directly to Aran, “Let me borrow Yaku for a moment, I need to speak to him and Y/N about the training they’ve been doing together.”

“Oooh, training, huh?~”

“Literally fuck off, Miya.” Yaku rubbed his forehead, following the two of you to Iwa’s office.

Leaning against his desk rather than sitting down, Iwa crossed his arms over his chest and quirked a brow, “So, how long are you stuck faking this?”

Yaku almost choked on his spit, but you pouted, “Couldn’t you at least pretend I could fool you, Hajime?”

“Never once have you pulled it off, so no.” He chuckled, directing his gaze to Yaku, “What’s your story for a meet cute?”

“Train.” You offered, no longer looking as bothered that he figured you out so fast. “I figured I’d see his Team Japan sweats and strike up a conversation.”

He nodded, “Knowing you there’d be questions of what sport he plays before bonding over mutual players you both knew, yeah?”

“You got it.” Yaku nodded, he really wished they didn’t need to keep going over the details again as he watched the two of you talk. He didn’t need the reminder that he could never actually get someone like you to fall for him. He’s only known you a few hours, but he saw the way the team had already fallen for your charms. Kuroo used to tell him that people needed to grow used to him, his temper, his tendencies, something about him could always send people running to avoid him. In school it didn’t matter, he had dreams to achieve. Now he just wished someone could look at him and think maybe he was worth it.

Unfortunately, his traitorous heart had the sudden desire for that to be you, part of him glad he could spend the next six months pretending it was.

But as he looked at you and his athletic trainer, Yaku had an unsettling thought. How did he feel like the third wheel in his own fake relationship?

A month had passed in the blink of an eye- with it the charity show where you performed in his alternate jersey while your band wore fan versions of some teammates, and then two months were gone, before suddenly you were halfway through the timeframe you’d been given and life had become a different normal.

“Morisuke!”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, no longer surprised to see you visiting the gym during their breaks in training. Some days you brought him lunch, some days the two of you went out for a quick ‘date’ to be seen by the public. It left an aching in his chest how easily you fell into a familiarity with him and with his team, offering high fives and greetings as you raced over to give him a hug. Ignoring the flush that wanted to erupt in his face, shoving down the fuzzy feeling he got as you kissed his cheek, he directed his attention to you. Your enthusiasm was captivating, something about an upcoming show you had and he was nodding along before suddenly you were thrusting some kind of pieces of card paper into his hands. Tickets. “I think I counted enough out- one for each member of the team, there should even be a couple extra. I can get more if anyone has a significant other, but some would just bring each other, right?”

He chuckled, so you had noticed that, huh? “This is really generous, Y/N. Are you sure you’re allowed to do it?”

You frowned, confusion in your eyes, “Why wouldn’t I be? I bought the tickets.”

His eyes widened, “You bought all these!?”

“Of course,” you blinked, wide and innocent, and so damn beautiful, “I can’t take away the revenue that my musicians or the staff would get from them by using my connections to get them for free, but I can give them to you guys with no charge.”

He’d have to be blind to miss the way half his teammates were not-so-subtly eavesdropping, some of them had never heard your music before they found out the two of you were ‘dating’, but now it was like they couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t get enough. Always had it playing, playlists made of your albums were all over his phone. He’d give a lot to see you perform live again. Heaving a sigh, he nodded, finally taking the tickets you were still pressing into his grasp, “Yeah, okay, I’m sure these idiots will appreciate the effort.”

“What about you?” The question sounded like a joke, your smile and glittering eyes enforcing that, but something in your eyes made him think you weren’t sure how he’d feel about it.

He gave you a smirk, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, I appreciate it, too.”

You didn’t like him, not the way he liked you, but he was able to pretend the affection was real instead of staged as your smile lit up your face and you pressed another kiss to his cheek.

When the team found out you had a televised interview coming, Iwa invited them over to watch- which is how Yaku found himself surrounded by a bunch of grown men crowding a living room. He didn’t understand why they were so invested- he knew he had to watch, regardless that he wanted to, in case anything you mentioned in it was something he needed to know as your boyfriend. But they didn’t have the same stakes in it. You honestly just had them under a spell. He knew some of the players had unwittingly developed crushes on you, and he couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt him when the facade ended and you decided to move on. He would hate seeing one of them pursue you.

The interview started before he could spiral down that train of thought. (Again). He watched as you were asked about your music, influences, inspiration.

Eventually you mentioned his name. It wasn’t a surprise to him, not really, this was part of the plan. You needed to play up your ‘relationship’ for the fans.

But as a question left the interviewers lips, he could also see the way you froze and tried to play it off with a stiff chuckle, “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

She didn’t seem phased, waving her hand to dismiss the apology, “I asked how your current partner differs from ones you’ve had before.”

Your brow furrowed, hardly noticeable to anyone but him since he had spent weeks learning you, as you tried to process what was being asked, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow you. Are you just asking about venturing out a usual type?”

“I’ll simplify,” something in her smile turned almost poisonous, like she was catching you in the wrong, “I have sources that informed me that before your idol training you dated a man named Matsukawa Issei. And you had a brief courtship with fashion designer Azumane Asahi. The differences between them and the man you claim as your current partner are very noticeable.”

You scoffed, the sunny disposition they knew you to have falling away. Yaku had seen this happen before, when ‘fans’ would interrupt your public outings together to offend one of you by saying the other deserved better. But he knew this would shock the team, and more than that he wanted to see how you’d respond. Your polite posture shifted, almost making a combative stance in your seat as you leveled a look at the woman across from you and she seemed to realize her mistake, “I never had a courtship with Azumane Asahi. We were and are only friends, we consistently shut down rumors there was any romantic angle to the relationship between us. As for Matsukawa Issei, as you so graciously pointed out, that was before idol training. We were still in high school, we were kids. We had thought our friendship could be more, and we were wrong. He’s still a close friend of mine.”

Clearing her throat, she still tried to maintain her original point, “You haven’t addressed the actual question.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued, “Your actual question was trash, but fine. The two men in question that you’ve mentioned are fairly tall. You want to address the difference between them and Yaku- fine. He’s on the shorter side, but so what?”

“It raises the question of how he caught your attention.” She offered, judgmental eyebrow raised.

“Maybe because he didn’t expect anything after giving garbage.” You shot back, Yaku could imagine your agent was frantically trying to shut the footage down as soon as your demeanor had shifted, but the producer didn’t seem to be budging as the camera kept rolling. “Yaku- Morisuke didn’t pursue me. I pursued him. I knew a high school friend of mine had applied for the national team, so when I saw him in his team sweats I struck up a conversation. It wasn’t meant to lead to where it did.” Suddenly there was a soft look in your eye, and he had to question how you could fake it so easily, but you were already speaking, “I never intended to develop feelings when I met him, but his height doesn’t factor into that in any way. He’s strong and he’s smart and he’s friendlier than people give him credit for and he’s supportive even when he doesn’t know exactly what I’m talking about. Yeah, he’s short. But he’s my short king. That’s all anyone really needs to know.”

He didn’t pay as much attention as the woman tried to regain control of the interview, only noticing that you called it short before they were cutting to commercial.

He didn’t notice when Iwa took the seat next to him.

Until the man spoke.

“You still think it’s fake?”

He jumped, head jerking to look at him, “I have no idea what you mean.”

Iwa rolled his eyes, “Y/N has never been able to fool me. I know when something is fake, when they’re lying. You’ve seen how they get when someone they care about is insulted. You really think that was play acting?”

“Only for a couple more months.”

Sighing, the athletic trainer patter the libero on the shoulder, “You can’t fool me either, you know that, right? Just admit how you feel.”

Yaku would sooner tell Lev that he wasn’t that bad at receives than tell you he had feelings for you he shouldn’t have.

As in: never.

When the six month deadline hit, Yaku had a sour feeling in his gut. He didn’t want you to become a stranger. Posed dates and staged sleepovers could end, fine. He could live with that. But he didn’t want to go back to never seeing you. He didn’t want to hear your name later, or see advertising for a Little Future show, and have to look back on memories of you rather than send you a text to hang out.

You were uncharacteristically quiet, sitting in the same wheelie chair as before, and he would’ve given up the dream of keeping in touch just to see you smile as you spun around again. But you were stiff. Like you didn’t want this to happen…

Did you not want this to happen?

Yaku couldn’t even listen as they talked, too busy analyzing your body language, until he found the words spitting out like vomit interrupting them.

“Y/N, you wanna catch a movie tonight? Maybe dinner?”

You blinked, shifting to look at him, “You… you wanna go out? Like a date?”

He shrugged, “Not like a date. A date. End the fake relationship, maybe start a real one?”

Yaku wasn’t one to lay things out in the line. But even as he held his breath, just waiting for your answer, he couldn’t feel a single regret lingering on his mind.

Especially when the bright and sunny smile bloomed across your face, grasping his hand in both of yours as you laughed, “Looks like someone doesn’t have to pretend to be desirable anymore.”

Dealing with Iwa’s cocky proven right attitude would be worth this.

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tsumuuu · 1 year

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ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕕𝕠𝕝 𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕕!

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘 - Ｔｏｂｉｏ　Ｋａｇｅｙａｍａ

What if the Haikyuu setters were a bunch of idols in an idol group called PSIS (Pretty Setter Idol Squad) and you happen to be their self-proclaimed "biggest fan" and win an all-inclusive tour of the behind-the-scenes of each member! What will you find out about each member? What are their lives off the stage like? Will you get to know them or will you just be another fangirl?

notes: Written in 2nd person, a bit angsty word count: 1.1k enjoy!

KING, also known as Tobio Kageyama, is the youngest member of the group, at the age of 19.

Kageyama is the most serious member of PSIS and the newest member of the group.

He's one of the rappers in the group

Every public appearance he has made, he's seen with an unfazed expression.

His photocards are usually him in a serious pose and never seen smiling.

Rumored to be the most professional acting idol.

Not much is known about him as an idol, hence why so many people love him, for his mysterious aura.

His fans have a really hard time getting his attention.

The first dressing room is that of KING's. The most stoic and unfazed member of PSIS. You decide to give a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" his voice seemed a bit annoyed.

"Uh- I'm the winner of the all-inclusive V.I.P tour. You can ask the head security guard for the verification!" you reply back to idol respectfully.

"Alright, let me open the door."

As the door opens you see a tall jet-black-haired male with dark blue eyes standing before you with a seemingly angry expression, he's wearing a white t-shirt and a gray pair of sweatpants, nothing you would have expected from an idol to wear. Though, the nicknamed mysterious idol fully did live up to his name since you feel intrigued by what stands before you.

"Let me guess, you didn't expect an idol to dress like this?" he questioned as he looked at you, still with his same expression.

"Oh no, it's nothing like that, It's just, I-I don't think..." You're trying to find an excuse to try and not offend KING. "I don't think I've ever been this close to an idol before!"

He lets out a sigh seeing straight through your lie, he didn't want to offend his fan so he went with the lie.

"It's alright, just please come in," he tells you with that same unfazed expression he is seen with. It's almost like his personal idol trademark at this point.

As you walk into the dressing room of KING, you are surprised to see the room is decked out with volleyball posters, with a mini-fridge of milk beside the couch. You also spot a volleyball on the ground next to the couch. You then thought I didn't take the oh-so-mysterious KING to be such a volleyball fan...

"I'm sure you didn't think this is what I would do in my past time..." KING lets out breaking the silents between you two.

You must admit, you didn't expect this from King. The fan theories online predicted he's secretly into modeling, or perhaps some party boy who goes to parties under a fake name, but definitely not this.

"I'm sure nobody did KING..." you reply back to KING with a surprised look.

"Please currently, don't refer to me as KING. Kageyama will do just fine," he tells you with a stern look. It seems he doesn't like his stage name too much.

"May I ask why?" you question with wide eyes. The fan pages on KING talk about how he doesn't usually let anyone call him his true name.

"I just, don't like it. We are kind of under contract to go by those names," he explains to you, his voice seemed genuine like he was upset about this certain matter.

Then again, why is he telling you this?

"Why are you telling me this exactly?"

"Because I don't exactly enjoy being an Idol as much as I use to." he lets out with a saddened expression. "I only started to support my family really, they were in a dire time."

The atmosphere became heavy as he explained his reason for becoming an idol. You feel as if you're getting to know, Kageyama, and not KING. You start putting together some pieces, the volleyball posters, the story he's telling you, all of it.

"I assume then you gave up on an important dream," you ask him with a sorrowful expression.

he looks you in the eyes. "Yeah, I had a real passion for volleyball..." he bitterly smiles after saying that. "I had the potential to go pro, but I gave that up for what I thought was the greater good."

"That was very selfless of you Kageyama." you look at him with a smile. "You gave up something you love most for your family," you add to your previous statement, attempting to console him.

"Maybe so... but I'm honestly thinking of quitting. I'm blessed I was able to get my family out of a tough situation 3 years ago but, I don't know if rapping in this group is what I want to do anymore..." he explains while putting his hand into a fist. "I mean, the other member I really do consider my brothers almost in a way," his expression turns into one of anger "but the restrictions of the contract and basically having no freedom takes one hell of a toll on you. Plus the KING isn't even close to the real me. I'm not actually the serious, unfazed, bastard people actually think I am. I hate the dressing up I have to do, I hate all the damn photoshoots, I hate this act I have to play!" he raises his voice a bit while letting out his emotions to you. "I'm sorry, you didn't need to know this." he looks away from your eyes.

You look at the stature of Kageyama, it shows the true feelings of how he really feels. All this pent-up anger, all the sorrowful feelings, all of it just makes you want to help him.

"Kageyama, I would like to know you."

He averts his gaze to you again, but this time, wide-eyed. He seems to be surprised by this statement, you have made.

"Do you truly mean it?" he lets out in a clear state of shock. "Are you one hundred percent certain about this?"

"I mean it, I would love to help you Kageyama-kun!" you tell him as you smile at him reassuring him that you truly mean what you're telling him.

Kageyama then gets up rummaging around his personal dressing room for something. As soon as he finds what he's looking for he hands it to you, it seems to be his phone number.

"Let's keep in contact, please?" he smiles at you for the first time and asked you in a more happy tone than previously

it seems like you got to know the real Tobio Kageyama, not the personification of KING.

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