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kodaiki · 2 years

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[6:31 P.M.]

“just one kiss.”

“one kiss-! bokuto, you’re crazy,” you hiss, hoping no one’s noticing your private conversation amidst the family barbecue. just to check, you peer over the taller man’s slightly hunched shoulders, catching eye contact with one of his aunties and grinning her way when she waves. only does the brightness in your eyes dull when you meet bokuto’s panicked ones.

“my sisters, the cousins-” he pauses to fling his arm in the direction of where his younger family members are, lounging in lawn chairs as they discuss school and their early jobs. “they don’t believe we’re dating!”

“and that’s my problem?” you frown, anxiety creeping into your belly at the mere thought of having an audience for a kiss that won’t even be real!

“our problem, y/n,” bokuto whines, visibly straining as he attempts to chip at your stubborn wall. “the favor was that you be my date to the family barbecue, pretending to be my girlfriend. well, we’ve got family who don’t believe it!”

“you didn’t mention i’d have to kiss you!“ you retaliate, peeking over at his cousins who’re staring rather skeptically, maybe even amused, at the two of you. it’d be a lie if you said they were totally buying your relationship.

to be fair, the way you both announced it was a little suspicious. just a few weeks earlier one of bokuto’s aunts offered to set him up with one of her employees his age to which he, in a panic, begged you to attend his family gathering to decline that. he hoped that in showing you off as his, they’d finally get off his back about having a significant other.

and it worked! … for some members of his family.

his older relatives only had to see your smiling face and holding hands to receive the memo and approve of his relationship.

his sisters and cousins? they’re not too easily swayed.

“isn’t it a bit convenient you announce your relationship just a week after auntie wanted to set you up with someone?” a cousin asked, amused grin adorning his face.

“yeah!” his older sister had chimed. “how dare you keep you and y/n’s status for so long!”

meanwhile, his other sister grumbled to herself in agreement, claiming that all this time while she thought you were just friends, you were supposed lovers?

“why is it such a big deal?” bokuto asks, genuinely curious, tilting his head slightly as his eyes widen in wonder.

the fact that he has to ask that, alluding he doesn’t think it such a big deal, makes you more embarrassed.

“because it is!” you huff, keeping your face straight so the rest of his family don’t sense your wary expression. “you don’t just kiss anyone!”

“you’ve kissed akaashi’s cheek when he was being asked out by that girl he wasn’t into! how’s that different?”

“it just is!”

how else are you supposed to say that kissing akaashi is different than kissing bokuto because you don’t have feelings for akaashi?

“please enlighten me.”

bokuto’s stubborn face is on now, furrowed brows and eyes lidded downward as his lips twist into a heavy pout. he’s concentrated, watching you closely and you know getting out of this will be difficult. he crosses his arms, awaiting your answer.

“well?”

“it’s different,” you murmur, looking down at the green grass below you. the night air, humid from the time of year, blows against you, giving you a sense of coolness amidst your warm cheeks and beating heart.

bokuto senses the change in your demeanor, suddenly realizing that whatever’s in your head much be more serious than he’d originally thought. so, he gently takes your wrist and before you know it, you’re being guided back into his parents’ home.

“kotaro?” his mother asks, grabbing at his arm before he passes the older members of the family sitting in a circle whose interests are all suddenly piqued by him as well. “everything okay?”

bokuto gives his mother an easy grin. “yep! y/n’s just thirsty so i’m grabbing her some water from inside.”

accepting his response, she lets go and returns back into the conversation with the elders. bokuto continues to pull you inside until your in the cool, air conditioned room of the kitchen.

letting go of your wrist, he leans against one of the counters facing you. “i didn’t mean to push you into anything but you can always talk to me.”

you know you should’ve internally debated accepting his request for a favor more than how you quickly accepted. then again, how can you deny bokuto when he gives you those widened, puppy-dog eyes and watery pout all while clasping his hands in a pleading manner?

really, it was just unfair.

you didn’t actually think you’d have to do much at this function, though. maybe holding hands with him and allow his to hold you class as he gushed about some made up story about how you started dating; something like “we’ve been friends for years now but it was recently that I saw her in a different light so I just decided to tell her!” oh, how simple him confessing must be. too bad that’s all fake. still, you never expected him to actually ask you to kiss, nonetheless in front of his whole family.

it takes away from the experience. first, you have to kiss someone in a not serious way and now added to the fact that it’s for the show for someone else to see?

maybe it’s the root cause that you have feelings for the man that’s getting you so frustrated about it. that surely had to be it. but how on earth were you supposed to explain that to him without it explicitly telling him you like him?

“no, no, i’m sorry for over exaggerating,” you mumble. “it’s just different because we’re close friends.” bokuto opens his mouth, mostly likely to claim that akaashi’s also a close friend of yours but you don’t allow that. “and you’re different than akaashi.”

“i am?” he asks blankly, furrowing his brows deeper. you can’t tell if he feels utterly lost or maybe even offended in case he’s thinking he’s not on the same level as your other friend. maybe it’s a bit of both.

“yeah, it’s … ugh, do i have to explain it?” a sigh from you. “i shouldn’t have agreed to this.”

“oh,” bokuto lets out, visibly slouching. so you regretted being his fake date that much? he thinks he gets it now. “i’ll just say you weren’t feeling well and you had to go. you really don’t have to stay if it’s making you that uncomfortable.”

“no!” you quickly blurt, waving your hands in front of you. “that’s not what i meant!”

“seriously y/n, it’s okay. i overstepped by asking and you’re just being nice because we’re friends. i’m sorry-”

“i don’t wanna kiss you because it won’t be real!” you cut off his rambles from further making himself feel bad.

bokuto seems to not have gotten it completely by the way he looks at you skeptically. “huh?”

you sigh, face flushing deeper. “i don’t want to kiss you because it’ll mean more to me than it does to you,” you admit in a quiet voice. “the reason for the kiss would just be to win over your sisters and cousins but to me, it’d be more. so i can’t kiss you.”

“it’d be more?” he repeats softly, eyebrows lifting in slight surprise. his expression softens when you look down, avoiding eye contact with him.

to be honest, you don’t remember when you developed feelings for your friend. whether it was in the beginning of your friendship, having always thought he was an attractive man or being a stellar volleyball player, or if it developed over time, growing used to his platonic affection and kind words to you, at this point in time, you’re completely smitten.

and you’ve hidden it to the best of your ability in fear of losing him as a friend. from what you could tell, bokuto was friendly with everyone so he didn’t give you much of a reason o believe your feelings were reciprocated.

“yeah,” you trail off, shuffling your feet on the tiled floors in attempt to keep your attention busy. “sorry to just spring that on you, didn’t mean to.”

“no,” he says quietly, denying your apology, assuring you. “don’t apologize. it’s just, um, not what i expected.”

ah, the conversation you’ve feared. the awkwardness leading to the inevitable rejection from someone you considered a close friend. there goes that friendship. the pit in your stomach grows as your heartbeat continues to erratically beat in your chest.

you need to get out of this situation.

“yep, so i’ll be going now. tell your family i said bye and the food was delicious-”

you’re cut off when bokuto’s hand grabs your wrist again, this time more firmly, in fear you’d slip out of his grasp to leave his house in a hurry, which to be fair, was something you were planning on doing.

“wait.”

you swallow the lump in your throat, eying his hand on your arm. slowly, you look up at his face, sucking in your lips as you brace for the impact of his future words.

“what if i want to kiss you, though?”

“what?” you ask, shaking your head from his question, not expecting it.

“you said that it’d mean more to you because my reason is to get my family to believe, right?” at your nod for confirmation, a glum one at that, he continues, “but what if i also wanna kiss you just ‘cause? what if it means more to me, too?”

“bokuto…” you trail off, doubting his words. he really didn’t have to try and make you feel better with words.

“i’m serious!” he claims. “everything else would be a bonus. i’d kiss ‘ya without anyone watching if i could.”

your face burns even hotter at the insinuation of his words. so he’s not just trying to make you feel better?

“and well, now that I know the feeling’s mutual, can i?”

“huh?” you squeak when he takes a step closer to you, close enough you can feel his breath fanning your face.

“can i kiss you? for real?” he asks again, dipping his head down, believing — no, knowing — you’d say yes. and when you nod, ever so subtly, he molds his lips against yours.

it’s a soft kiss at first, a simple test of the waters, but when his hands go up to your cheeks and holds you face in place and your hands move up to clutch his waist, the time for timidness is over. bokuto kisses you with fervor, like a starved man, smiling against your lips when you squeak and sigh into his mouth, breaths of relief as if thinking finally, this is happening.

the way he kisses you has you dipping downward, clutching onto him so you don’t feeling backward, not that you would; he’d catch you before that could happen. you’re fully consumed by bokuto and though you’re head is spinning from the lack of air, you can’t will yourself to pull away. not when you’ve been waiting, yearning for this moment for god knows how long.

“kotaro, your mom said you were in- oh.” a voice calls into the kitchen, stunning the both of you in place, only making your face spring apart in surprise.

you spin around to face bokuto’s eldest cousin frozen in place at the entrance of the kitchen, blinking at the both of you. a moment passes with the three of you looking between each other and then his cousin relaxes.

“i’m just here for some plates,” he says coolly, swiping the plates conveniently set on the counter to his chest. “i’ll, uhm, leave you two to it.” the cousin then scurries out of the kitchen and it isn’t until your heard the back door swing open and close that you face bokuto who’s grinning down at you.

“what’d i say? it’s a bonus.” he wiggles his brows, insinuating that his eldest cousin was probably off affirming your relationship to the rest of the family, no need for some extravagant public display of affection.

you swat at his arm, only for his to take ahold of your hands and interlace your fingers. “what’re you-” you furrow your brows, to be cut off by his lips once more.

“making up for lost time.” bokuto smiles against your lips, sealing the space between them once more.

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missuga · 2 years

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4:53 p.m — Kuroo Tetsurou

"Hey, what do you want for dinner?”

You weren’t able to see Kuroo with how you were sitting on the couch, knees bent blocking your view of him, but you could almost imagine his face when you stayed quiet staring at your phone.

“Did you hear me?” He asked, you could feel him shift on the couch to better look at you, and once again you didn’t answer. Eyes still locked onto whatever tik tok that was playing, even though you really weren’t paying attention. “Oh, I see, that’s fine.”

He quieted down after that, probably going back on his phone as well, just like the two of you had been doing for the past half hour.

“You can’t really be ignoring me.”

He spoke up after barely two minutes of silence, he was always really bad at giving you the silent treatment in return.

“Heyyy, look at me.”

As much as you wanted to look up at Kuroo’s whining, you were far too amused with the whole situation to do so. That was until your legs were pulled down over his lap forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You’re being mean.” He mumbled before pouting dramatically, bottom lip stuck out in the most ridiculous expression.

“I’m not mean.” Was all you said, staring at him for a second then turning back to your phone.

“Then stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are!” He huffed and leaned back into the couch. You almost broke at that, it was adorable. “Is it because I forgot to tell you I got out of class earlier?.”

“Maybe.” You said and when you looked up at him again he rolled his eyes.

“You’re kidding me.” It almost sounded like he was about to start laughing at your answer.

“You said you’d meet me at the library if you got out early,” You glared at him, moving your legs off of his and sitting up. “I was bored out of my mind in the gap between my classes.”

“You could’ve texted me!”

“I thought you were in class, stupid.” You rolled your eyes now, he wasn’t getting it.

“I answer you when I’m in class all the time.” Kuroo sat up too now, eyes never leaving you and you could tell he was getting nervous. It must’ve hit him once you got up from the couch. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

“You’re so dumb, text me next time..” You said after a long moment, walking towards your shared room but stopping just before the hallway. “I think I’ve going to shower before dinner, did you have anything in mind?”

“Are you still mad at me?” He asked almost hopeful, “But no, I was thinking we could go out somewhere since it’s Friday?”

“No, I was never mad at you actually. Also, that sounds good to me. We should go to the place that had the really good nachos.” Your tone was a bit softer now as he followed you into your bedroom. “What’re doing?”

“Joining you?” He said it almost like a question, head tilted slightly to the side with the dopey smile that never failed to make you soft.

“Oh, really? I don’t recall asking you to join me.” You laughed when he wrapped his arms around your waist, stopping you from rushing into the bathroom.

“I think you owe me for making me think you were mad at me.” Kuroo mumbled, hugging you tightly to him, “I was freaking out.”

“I know you were, it was funny.”

“It really wasn’t funny.” He huffed and you laughed again, leaning back into his arms before hugging him back. “You’re mean.”

“No, I just like to see you squirm.” You managed to slip out of his grasp when he moved back to fully look at you, mouth slightly agape like he couldn’t believe you said that. “C’mon are we showering or not?”

“We definitely are.” He shook his head following you into the bathroom finally. “I can’t handle you sometimes.”

“Good.”

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dolliedarlin · 2 years

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HAIKYUU! | KOZUME K. ⏤23:51

PAIR. : gamerboy streamer kenma x girlfriend reader

SUM. : when Kenma forgets to eat his apple pie for his usual snack during his stream, you hand deliver it to him yourself and suddenly...you're famous

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"Okay guys, I need to take a break and I think you do too," Kenma announces to his stream, moving from the game to a his signature 'chill and chat' screen, "I need to go to the toilet real quick and when I come back we can sit and chat for a while before we go into the new game you guys requested I play, okay?" as soon as he muted his microphone, he was gone but only for a minute or two.

From the kitchen, you heard his hurried footsteps to and from the bathroom and smiled to yourself. With a glance at the clock on the wall, you nod and hum at the time. Kenma's pretty lazy but he's good on keeping to his schedule, meaning that you were able to get into a good routine after living with him for a while. This time, however, even though he stuck to his usual scheduled break time, he didn't come and join you for his snack, he's done this religiously for months now. Several minutes have already ticked by...was he really busy at the moment?

You huff in slight anger. Even if he's so busy, he shouldn't neglect his health and wellness. You know that what you're about to do is just as odd and out of place as him not joining you for your usual handmade snack but his health is always a number one priority to you so, plating up a piece of his favourite apple pie and pouring him some green tea, you place it all on a tray and carry it all up to his gaming room.

Kenma's break felt shorter than usual to him; he felt as though he was missing something but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Even if his chat pointed out how quickly his break took this time, he still didn't know what he feels like he should have done.

'Maybe that's why I keep losing' Kenma thinks to himself as another game over screen flashes before him and he is taken back to his previously saved checkpoint.

"Sorry guys, I don't know why I'm so off today-"

knock knock knock!

"Kenma~" you voice sings softly through the door and Kenma has to suppress his smile, his attention deviating from his suddenly chaotic chat as he takes off his head set, muting his chat but forgetting to mute his mic.

"Come in," thankfully, Kenma's set up made it so that his door wasn't in view.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," you bashfully apologise, slipping in through the door with a tray in your hands,"but you forgot to have your snack,"

"Oh!" Kenma has many cute expressions but his look of surprise will always be one of your favourites, his large eyes and perfectly rounded lips are just the cutest combination on him, "Maybe that's why I keep dying in game,"

"Haha!" you laugh at him and joke along, both of you ignoring the continuing chaos in Kenma's chat, "Well, I'm here with your power up," you slightly raise the tray in your hands to emphasise your statement and begin to set down his tea and apple pie.

"Hmmmm..." Kenma hums and smiles lovingly at your homemade apple pie before directing his gaze back to you, "thank you, I can't believe I almost missed out on apple pie,"

"I'm just glad I caught you at a good time and that you can finally get some food in you," you take your gamer boyfriend's chin in your fingers and raise his face up to meet yours in a sweet kiss outside his streaming camera's view.

"Good luck on your game and enjoy your snack, Kenma,"

"Thank you," you both kiss one more time before you finally slip away and Kenma turns back to his gaming set up, "I'm gonna have to take a break again you guys," Kenma voices into the mic, his golden eyes drifting to the chat and immediately widening at the flurry of comments firing up one after another.

'WHO WAS THAT?! YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!'

'She sounds so nice! omg! you two make a great couple!'

'I'm so jealous!'

'I don't know if I want to be her or you rn!'

Gauging that most of the comments were positive, Kenma chuckles to himself and finally indulges in his apple pie.

"That was my girlfriend," Kenma takes a bite and can't help but crinkle his eyes up with his smile as he reads through the chat's comments about you.

'Did she make that snack for you? what wifey material!'

'are you two just bf and gf? or are you engaged?'

'PUT A RING ON IT!'

'you lucky bish!'

'tell her to save me a piece of that apple pie! it looks so good!'

'can you ask her for the recipe?'

'best girlfriend to cook you pie for a snack! Bro is Winning rn'

"Yeah, she's great..." Kenma praises between bites, "and she takes really good care of me," he takes care not to reveal too much about you, not knowing how much you want to reveal about yourself to his large community.

'I'm so JEALOUS RN!!!'

Finishing up his slice of apple pie and tea, Kenma smacks his lips together and sets the utensils aside so as to continue his game, "Sorry about that, lets get back to the game,"

Sufficed to say, twitter was a mess, twitch was a mess, tiktok was a mess, it was all a mess! But it was a good mess! Some toxic and jealous people were hateful and bitter that Kenma was already taken but the majority loved you.

There were so many tiktok edits of that one moment, you took Kenma's chin and made him lean out of camera view for a kiss. And once someone edited your voice saying 'Haha! Well, I'm here with your power up' and used it in a video edit showcasing how Kenma actually started making better gameplay and winning after your snack delivery, that got millions of views and likes and the sound started getting used everywhere on tiktok and reached many other communities too. There was already an established online shipping fanclub, written fanfiction and drawn fanart of you two even though hardly anyone knew what you looked like and it's only been a day since that happened.

You two went viral.

"All this over me delivering you a slice of apple pie," you laughed so hard you threw your head back. After that incident, you hadn't gone to deliver Kenma any more snacks because he now remembered to stay with you in the kitchen for that but the chat had been kicking up a fuss over it and Kenma was quick to notice.

"They really love you," Kenma comments surfing through netflix with your head in his lap as you played animal crossing on your switch.

"I'm glad," you smile widely, covering the lower half of your face with your switch so as to keep him from seeing how happy it made you to be accepted by his huge fanbase. It's not every day you date a cute and famous gamerboy streamer like Kenma so it felt nice to be positively received by the audience and community he has cultivated for so long. It was like getting the thumbs up from his family when you go to meet them for the first time as his girlfriend.

"They won't stop asking about you," your boyfriend sighs, playing with a strand of your loose hair on his lap, "it's getting kinda annoying actually," you hum thoughtfully, that was definitely one downside, "but since it's about you, I'm not too angry about it," looking up at your boyfriend, you see him turn away with a flourishing blush on his face.

"Awww~ You're so cute, Kenma!" you coo, pulling an annoyed expression out of him, nevertheless, it was futile because he was still blushing and actually became redder at your comment, so much so that the tips of his ears were turned red as well, "Come gimme a kiss," you pucker your lips and forcefully pull him down to exchange kisses despite his protests. In the end he could do nothing but accept his fate and kept kissing you even after you stopped holding his face close.

Over time, Kenma's chat continued begging for another appearance from you, so much so that instead of taking snack breaks outside of his gaming room, Kenma waited for you to slip in through the door to deliver his snack midway through his 4 hour long daily streams. From there, things progressed to a point where you made your own twitch channel for fun and centred it around the preparation, making and plating of Kenma's snacks. Your streams weren't as long as your boyfriend's but you enjoyed it just the same because it was already something you were doing daily but this time you were just streaming it online. It made it all the more manageable to do around your already existing job.

And, even though, in the beginning, your chat mainly consisted of Kenma's audience, you gradually created your own community, who encouraged you to try different recipes from different cultures, and, who gave you donations for better kitchen equipment and more content.

Soon enough, it was eventually your one year anniversary on twitch and you celebrated it by live-streaming Kenma and you baking an apple pie together. It was held on your channel and it had the most people tuning in than ever before but you can hazard a guess that it was because Kenma was also making an appearance.

"Why apple pie?" Kenma asks as you tie up his apron for him.

"Because it's your favourite and because it's how this all started," you giggled and pulled him close for a quick hug that he happily returned, but pulled a face when you cheekily leaned up and kissed his nose. The both of you forgot the livestream for a quick minute but no one was complaining because it meant more fanart, fanfiction and content based around your ship.

The audience loved you and your cute interactions so much. It's grown to the point where you both currently hold the title of cutest online couple.

After your quick embrace, you tie up Kenma's soft hair into his signature lazy bun before he ties up your hair in your favourite style too.

'They are such. A. CUTE. COUPLE!'

'COUPLE GOALS!'

'When is it MY TURN?! (┳Д┳)'

'OI! YOU TWO SHOULD KISS!'

'the fanart for this stream is gonna be GLORIOUS! б（＞ε＜）∂'

'I can't wait for the edits of this stream! this entire stream is just a golden nugget of opportunity!'

"Shall we get started?" you slightly hop about in place as Kenma moves behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and press his face into your shoulder, suppressing a yawn.

"I guess..."

"Don't tell me you're tired already, Kenma," you giggle and try to urge your boyfriend off you but he stays stubborn in hopes that you'll just let him fall asleep on you. It's tiring standing up in the kitchen too long, he doesn't know how you do it, "Kenmaaaaa!" you whine.

This is gonna be a long stream.

navi.

thoughts? ; i've always had this little fantasy scenario floating around in my head ever since i got into streamers during covid ; i also hope kenma wasn't too ooc; this is my first time writing for him! ; also, this was kinda inspired by my bokuto timestamp where yn was his wife and became famous when she went to his game XD

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boyfhees · 2 years

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1 : 27 AM

one thing you don't like about atsumu getting drunk is that he comes home so late, it ruins your sleep. it wouldn't have been a bother if he entered quietly, making sure to not disturb the silence; but miya atsumu being, well, himself, comes in like a wrecking ball— literally, stumbling and bumping into things here and there— and the noise eventually drags out of of the bed with displeasure evident on your face, just the way it's doing now.

"tsum, did you drink again?" it was a rhetorical question. as if you didn't notice his improper balance accompanied with slurred words as you stepped out of your bedroom, rubbing your eyes to get a clearer look. but that question was the best your half asleep brain could've come up with at dead of the night.

atsumu shakes his head, gasping at the oh so scandalous accusation for someone who's bound to play at olympics in couple of months. "no. why would you even say that,"

"c'mon, let's get you changed." you yawn, grabbing his arms. "gosh, maybe try to drink less next time."

and all atsumu does is to grin as you take him inside the bathroom. one thing you like about atsumu getting drunk is that he gets really dorky — or maybe, even dorkier. his aimless words, sugar-coated confessions and flushed cheeks give you butterflies even when you're half asleep and even when he barely knows what he's saying.

you undo his shirt and for some reason, it's utterly difficult to manage him when the lack of soberness intoxicates his head. he gets slouchy, almost like a sloth and his hands never leave your waist.

never.

it's like they belong there, as if your waist is the home they've been craving for since the evening rolled by. not like you complain, you can't, but unlike other days when atsumu pulls you closer by your waist and plants butterfly kisses on your stomach, an irascible scowl haunts his face this time. the miya atsumu you had known ever since highschool never shuts up even when he's drunk, but unlike usual, atsumu didn't recite verses of i love yous and if you're being honest to yourself, it sets your heart on a nervous journey.

"y'know what babe, i love you." that's the first one in fifteen minutes, and the pause that follows beckons that there's more to it. "but i think,"

and then another pause. his gaze averts to a stray corner behind you before setting on the bathtub— anywhere but you, the scowl is no longer sour. it's unreadable. unlike usual, when drunk atsumu becomes an open book, you fail to read him. and so you decide to ask him yourself. "but what?"

"but," he sighs, bringing his eyes back to you. they reflect a certain range of desolation and then, his hands ghost up your waist. "but i love her more."

you pause. he speaks again. "i think, i love her a lot more," you begin dressing him up again.

one thing about atsumu is that, he's really bad at hiding anything. he tries, he fails. maybe that's why you noticed the minimal changes in his behaviour for the past few weeks. the way he has been spending more time over phone, more gatherings at the restaurant but it's just his teammates ( which doesn't concern you, mostly ) reading atsumu is really easy when he's drunk, really, even though he seems different this time 'round. maybe that's why you're not surprised by his last words, considering he has told you that last time he got drunk, too.

so you let him continue, and listen as he speaks.

"you do? what's so special about her?" your voice is soft, the drops of sleepiness evaporated long ago. atsumu is surprised now that you ask him to continue, since last time you told him to put it off.

"she— she's nice, y'know? but you're nice too. i don't know what's special about her," he frowns, furrowing his brows in an attempt to indulge himself in finding the answer to your question. it's adorable, and suddenly, the frown morphs into bits of excitement. "i think i know. her name, it's her name. it has a nice ring to it."

and you're sigh, buttoning up his shirt with a faint smile dancing on your lips. "what about my name?"

"your name," he thinks, biting his inner cheeks. "it's pretty, jus' like you. y/n, it sounds good, but her, y/n miya— her name's the prettiest."

you laugh, escorting him out of the bathroom and tucking him into bed before sliding next to him under the covers. once again, as the lore goes, atsumu is really bad a hiding things; or in this case, a surprise.

"do you think you can change your name to that?" he asks, voice just as low as a whisper to make sure he's not disturbing you if you're already asleep.

and a chuckle falls of your lips. "maybe if you ask me again in the morning, i will."

note. NO ONE TOLD ME THE OG WAS SO SHIT . THIS WAS ONE OF MY EARLIEST WORKS AND I JUST RE-READ AND ???? I WILL SEE U ALL IN HELL FR 😭😭 THANK U FOR READING THO and god, he's so stupid :/

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leti666bigboss · 1 year

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I've been wondering how Noya's reaction would be if you looked at him for too long and when they asked you what's wrong you just said "you're so beautiful". You can write?

[10:27 a.m.]

you were almost halfway through your maths class. the lesson was getting more and more boring with every word your teacher said and you were trying so hard to pay attention especially since your grades were already not at their highest, but you just couldn't. not when he was sat right next to you. giving up on whatever the teacher was babbling on about, you just let your eyes slowly shift to the boy beside you. noya had already had detention for two weeks straight and he couldn't venture to fail maths, so he was trying his best to focus on the lecture. the concentrated look on his face really accentuates his features; his brown slanted eyes, his eyebrows- slightly frowning, nose wrinkled, mouth sort of pouting. he wasn't understanding anything either, instead, he could feel your gaze on him. you were daydreaming, full-on staring at him, so when he turns around and looks at you a flush creeps up on your face. "what's wrong?" the question caught you off-guard, making you blush even harder, but something in the back of your head was saying 'just let it out', therefore that's exactly what you did. "nothing, you're so beautiful" now it was his turn to go red. but, noya is noya, trying to play it cool and all, he gave you a smirk while still somehow managing to stutter "y, you think so?" "yeah" awe transformed his face, maintaining the eye-contact. he just beamed at your answer, turning back to face the rest of the class, completely lost in thought. the small dialogue the two of you just had instantly gave him an ego boost, and though this idea might have not crossed your mind, you just made his whole entire day (entire week, actually).

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hinata-bestie8 · 12 days

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Kenma was sitting at his desk in the spare room of your shared apartment, working on editing one of his YouTube videos. He sighs to himself looking at the clock on the desk. He is a bit surprised that you aren't home from work yet. He gets up to go into the kitchen and get a cup of water. He makes his way back to the spare room to continue editing. Half of the hour has passed and you're still not home yet. Concerned washes over his thoughts as he is almost done with his YouTube video. The thought of calling you entered his mind. Soon after this thought the sound of keys getting dropped on the coffee table hit his ears. Soon after your arms come around his neck, and you kiss the back of his head. He looks up at you from where he is sitting. His worries from before died down from relief. " Why are you so late?" He asked, as he looked back at his computer. " I'm sorry, you started to explain, I would have been home sooner but I got distracted and got you this". You put a whole box of apple pie on his desk. He looks at you and raises a brow, " You took all that time for a pie?" You giggled, ' not just any pie, apple your favorite". He smiles non the less, " lets share it after dinner ". You nodded in agreement.

I hope you all enjoyed 💐 and just a reminder request are open 🫶

-tae 🌱

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haiky?!!#anime #hq #timeskip au #haikyuu kenma #koume kenma #kenma x reader #timestamp

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215-luv · 2 years

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[11:11pm] another yet night for you to feel in the midst of void and anxiety. your mind kept you thinking until it had used up all the energy that’s left in your body. you were tired, unknown of what to do as you did not want to fall asleep and end your night just yet. you were scared to wake up to tomorrow morning and begin your day once again with a draining class.

luckily, for you, your boyfriend was there to keep you from those negative thoughts.

“is this okay? do you feel comfortable?” suna softly asks as he lays your body on top of his with a blanket draped over both of your bodies. his arm was wrapped over your lower back while his other hand held the back of your head, keeping you tucked under his neck.

“yeah, i am. thank you, rin.” you muttered out. and you felt the way his fingers softly draws shapes against your back, quickly lulling you into comfort.

the both of you were in silence whilst in each others’ arms. but that was enough for your body to ease with just the presence of your most wonderful boyfriend, whom you now felt his lips softly hovering over the crown of your head as he takes a whiff of your scent.

you then heard his deep and gentle voice from beneath you,

“i love you. sleep tight, baby.”

and only within that time, did you feel your worries begin to dissipate away, finally bringing you into a peaceful state in the arms of the man you love the most.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu timestamps #suna x reader #suna fluff

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pavo-ocxllus · 1 year

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𝟎𝟓:𝟒𝟐

you can't deny that going to a drive-in theater at the crack of dawn was not the most thrilling of adventures you've went on with NISHINOYA.

the blue staining the world, marking the early hours of the day and the number of blankets insulating the two of you from cruelties of the blistering cold wasn't exactly the go-to moment for people feel the chills of exhilaration.

rather, a date such as this warranted a different type of chills.

once a gust of wind glided past your face, sending shivers up your spine upon contact, noya was quick to come to your aid, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. you attempted to hold in a giggle as you watched him edge portions of your shared refuge from the cold towards you, grimacing slightly every so often.

afterward, he would use this as an opportunity to snuggle in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against your neck before turning his face back to the set up projection screen ahead, chomping on the microwave popcorn from your shared bin. (fortunately, a scene didn't appear that would cause him to scatter the few kernels left around the roof of your car and the food abyss of the parking lot below).

a silence such as this was one rivaling a quiet when he's on the volleyball court; the obvious difference being instead of the squeaking of shoes against the wood stained floor, there was the sipping of soda and the faraway voices from the movie.

settling into the comforts of your car roof may not be one of the most stirring of adventures you've been on with nishinoya, but with the dramatic music rising to its crescendo and your boyfriend departing from your body to immerse himself into the action movie glowing on the big screen, you really didn't mind.

"OHMYGODOMYGODOHMYGOD—[NAME], LOOK-"

and there he was.

still, you indulged in his beckoning for your attention to the big screen, snuggling into his figure just as he has with yours.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! <𝟑

#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!! 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#nishinoya x reader #noya x reader #yuu nishinoya #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya timestamp #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya yū #haikyuu x reader #i've been on a roll with writing recently #who knew that getting off of this site would help me out lol #i've got a bunch of stuff ready to go!!

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h0pela · 2 years

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[2:43 AM] - Kuroo Tetsuro

part two

tw: drinking alcohol

You were sitting on your sofa watching your favorite tv show when you heard your phone ringing. You frowned at the sight of your ex-boyfriend's name, which made you wonder if you should pick up the call or not. Your separation from Kuroo ended on bad terms even. It’s been three months now, but the scars are still healing. Kuroo broke up with you because he wanted to stay focused on his career during your relationship, you understood that, but not to the point that he started to neglect you, no longer trying to fix with you. He left you behind without any regret, without thinking about all the memories you had together. You finally decide to pick up the phone worried about what hell is happening to make him call you at 2 am.

“You finally decide to pick up” you heard his relieved tone through the phone.

“Yeah obliviously. Are you okay? Why did you call me?”. You hated the way you sounded too concerned about him.

He chuckled before answering you, “To be honest with you, no I-I miss you Yn” he made a long pause. “I know that you probably don’t want to go back with me and I understand that. I’m not clearly thinking right now, I drank too much tonight, trying to forget you… I-I don’t need you to answer me, okay?” But I just wanted to say that I am sorry. I am sorry that I didn’t treat you as you deserved, I am sorry because I couldn’t give you the world.” you heard him through your phone.

“Kuroo, please don’t say stuff that you don’t mean” you sighed, your mind was in total bliss, thinking about what is happening now such as your heart does.

“But I do mean them Yn…, listen I regret badly how I ended our relationship, I treated you like garbage, without realizing that I needed your presence in my life” he confessed, feeling relieved that he finally talked to you.

“W-why are you telling me this now Kuroo? It’s too late now, you had to think about it sooner,” you responded dumbfounded.

“Because I want us to go back together as we used to” he murmured softly.

“You are drunk Kuroo”, you sighed. “It's just the alcohol which is speaking, please get over it and don’t try to contact me again, goodbye”.

“Plea-” you cut him before he could finish his sentence. You sighed trying to calm down your heartbeat. You were convinced it was the best decision. Past need to stay in the past, you tried to resist as much as you can the urge to return in his arms. While you tried to process what happened, Kuroo was planning how he could conquer your heart again after all the mistakes he had made. The fate of your relationship is now in your hands.

#angst #fluff #timestamp #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo x reader #nekoma #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu angst #hq fluff #hq angst #hq x y/n #kuroo #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #kuroo x y/n

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kodaiki · 2 years

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˖࣪🌷𓏲࣪ 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐀

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 :: will you ... be my date to my cousin's wedding?

synopsis: it's a strange idea, asking someone you hardly know to be your date to a wedding but when there's a mutual benefit involved? maybe it's not strange enough to say no to...

“h-hey miya!”

your call seems as if it’s swallowed by the big and loud swarm of people escaping your lecture hall after your final class, intro physics 2. the one you call though, just near one of the doors of one of the large lecture rooms slightly pauses in his step and whips his head around in search of the voice.

atsumu miya’s eyes land on you, deep furrow in his brow as he looks rather incredulously – maybe it’s deep curiosity – as you push and squeeze through heaps of students to get where he’s standing.

by the time you reach him, comically a lot longer than just a few seconds (really, atsumu even crosses his arms in light amusement as you struggle), you’re panting, heaving over slightly bent knees you hold with both palms.

“yeah?” is all he asks when he knows he’s within earshot of you.

this was all such a stupid, crazy and spontaneous idea; one not even made by you! had bokuto not charmed his foolproof “plan” to rid you of your worries, you wouldn’t’ve ever made contact, let alone a dramatic call from across a room, with his teammate.

atsumu miya played on the same volleyball team as your best friend, bokuto kotaro. he’s a setter, you know, though beyond that, all you’re familiar about the man is that he’s a bit of a heartthrob with a bad dye job. but a key fact you also know about the man: he’s failing physics 2.

“i’m y/n, bokuto-”

“bokuto’s friend, right?” he finishes for you, looking you over once in case he may be wrong. “the one with the foam finger at one of our games?”

“that was a dare,” you manage to grit out, recalling the time you’d shown up to one of your university’s games with a bright yellow foam finger (matching their black and yellow uniform colors) and waved it around, mimicking bokuto’s signature move at every serve. “but yes, that was me. nevermind that, though. i came to ask you a favor.”

“a favor?” his lips twist into a frown, probably wondering what earth you could be asking him, a man you barely know let alone hardly had a proper conversation with.

“well it’s more of a proposition, a deal, exchange if you will-“

“i know what a proposition is,” he quips, giving you a look of suspicion. “what it is it?”

“if i help you pass physics – and that’s a guarantee!– will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding in two weeks?”

atsumu’s neck nods backwards in slight surprise. “huh?”

“will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding?”

“how do you even know i’m failing?” he asks defensively, mouth pouting downward.

at your deadpan expressed, he slouches. “bokuto.”

“bokuto,” you affirm.

“so wait, you just need a date to some wedding?”

“uh-huh, that’s it.”

“and why can’t bokuto do this for you?”

“he’s busy that weekend,” you frown. it was truly unfortunate to be honest. he’d been so excited when you asked him to attend, only to deflate when you told him what day it’d be. “and i don’t know anyone enough to ask them to be my date so, here we are.”

“you don’t know me enough,” he quickly counters, raising a thick brow at you.

“but you’re failing physics, that’s something we can gain mutual benefit from. there isn’t anyone else i have that sort of opportunity with.”

atsumu sighs, scratching his head. he was failing physics. “what day is it on, because you know we have practice-“

“saturday! it’s the weekend of our academic break!” you chirp, eyes widening at the thought that he may actually be considering your deal. you’ve only been stressed about this for the past two weeks, and asking one of bokuto’s friends, atsumu miya no less, was a last resort sort of ordeal.

“hm,” he hums in thought. "and you can guarantee me a passing grade?” he drawls out, looking you over seriously.

“definitely!” you answer earnestly. it really wasn’t something you were too worried about, physics wasn’t a particularly hard subject for you to grasp so you were confident in your tutoring efforts for atsumu. “and to be honest,” you murmur out, “it’s a better deal on your part since i only need you for a day or so.”

atsumu’s eyes twinkle with curiosity. “fine. i’ll be your date.”

your mouth goes agape, maybe from the small part in your head assuming he wouldn’t accept. “really, you’re serious?”

he shrugs then, adjusting the thick backpack strap of his athletic backpack on his shoulder. “why not? i'd rather do this than either pay someone actual money to tutor me or retake the class. i’ll see you then.”

“wait, wait.” you quickly stop him from leaving, calling out. he then cranes his neck to face you around his shoulder, raising a brow. “i sorta need your number… y’know to text you the details.”

atsumu nods to himself, huffing slightly before shuffling his phone out of his jogger pockets, unlocking it and handing it over to you. “all this for one day, hm.”

“we-ll,” you drawl out in a pitched tone making the man throw you a deadpanned expression. “the wedding is three hours away and they’re’ll be a get together for the family and guests before so… the weekend? three days, tops!”

“three!?” atsumu gapes and you’re not sure about what; the drive time or the amount of days. he slouches again, weighing his options. after a moment, excruciatingly long on your part as you fiddle with your hands nervously, he sighs. “yeah, fine, it’s cool.”

you breathe out a sigh of relief, though what you really want to do is jump up and down, shrieking in glee. now that’s one less thing to worry about: that thing being your close and distant family members silently judging you for coming dateless meanwhile all of your cousins are either married, engaged or soon to be. you truly were the last one left…

“thank you!” you smile brightly, a stark contrast to the dull lecture hall, now empty, you were both standing in. “you won’t regret this!”

atsumu blinks at you, watching you silently before settling on a half smile. “why is that always a ‘famous last words’ line?”

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missuga · 2 years

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Last Week (11:31 p.m) — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ college au, not edited | 1k

“You’ve reached-”

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the sound of the generic voicemail sounding through the phone for the third time, hanging up before you suffered through the rest of it this time.

‘call me anytime, i’ll answer

You could’ve sworn that’s what Kuroo told you after walking you back to your apartment just a week ago, but with each call, he didn’t answer you started to get worried that maybe he didn’t mean what he said.

He’d put his number in your phone himself, so you knew it wasn’t your fault for mishearing him. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe he was just ignoring you even though he didn’t seem like the type. He was so eager when you agreed to take his number.

“Screw it.” You sighed, slouching against the seat at the bar, fingers ghosting against the cold rim of your glass.

No matter how hard you tried to scrub Kuroo’s name from your head it didn’t work though, the last time you were at this bar he was with you after all. The seat to your right felt even more empty than it did before he joined you.

You were half expecting him to be there when you walked in there, not bothering to ask one of your friends if they wanted to go out. You were regretting that now.

“Want another?”

You looked up at the bartender, contemplating for only a moment how long you’d stay here moping at the bar.

“Sure,” You started, voice a bit quieter than you meant it to come out. “Might be my last though.”

“Just let me know, there’s no rush we’re open all night.” She responded with a soft smile like she knew you’d been waiting for someone to show.

She was right too, the thought of seeing his dopey smile again was the only thing that held you stuck in the hard barstool at the bar.

The new drink sat on the bar in front of you for a minute before you even touched it, lost within your thoughts instead.

You’d seen Kuroo in a couple of your classes before running into him at the bar. The few times the two of you fought to get the right answer out faster to your professor’s questions had you hooked already, there was something interesting in how he challenged you in class.

Last weekend was the first time you actually spoke to him though.

The shared glances that seemed to last forever in class amounted to nothing compared to the conversations you had. From the first moment he wandered up to you at the bar you cursed yourself out for your heart beating faster than you thought it should.

“Oh, thank god.”

It took you a long moment for your attention to break away from the bar top, eyes flicking to the person leaning against the bar next to you now, and for a moment you almost wondered just how strong the bartender had been making your drinks.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, mouth slightly agape as you stared at the exact person you’d been thinking of for the past week, tone stuck between relief and a cold touch.

Kuroo stared at you for a minute, and it was so hard to read his face. Your own feelings spilled over into what you thought you saw stirring in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you answer me?” Your tone leaned more towards a cold distance now, “I called you three-”

“I think I gave you the wrong number.” He interrupted, and all you could do was blink a few times, trying to process what he said.

“Huh?”

“Last week I messed up the last two digits of my number,” He said once more, hand rubbing the back of his neck now and you could tell it took everything in him to keep looking at you. A soft hue of pink drifting across his cheeks now made your heart speed up just like the first time you met. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re kidding.”

“Um.. what?” He asked, eyes wide now as if he was scared you were mad despite the way your shoulders sank in relief and how you leaned back against the bar stool.

“I was really hoping something like this happened.” You said, the corner of your lips tugging into a soft smile at him. “You seemed pretty eager to talk to me last week, I thought it was weird you’d been ignoring my calls.”

“For a couple days I thought you ghosted me too.” Kuroo laughed, finally taking a seat next to you. “You’re not mad? I know it was pretty stupid of me.”

“Not at all, it’s kind of funny.”

“You need something?” The bartender came up to you again, looking at him this time and he nodded quickly. “Your usual?”

“You bet.” He answered quickly, smiling as the bartender left to make his drink. “So, can I give you my actual number now?”

“Let me call you right now actually so that I know you’ve got my number.” You slid your phone over for him to type it in, “I don’t want to call a random number a bunch of times again.”

Once the two of you finally had the right numbers, it felt as if a weight fell lifted your shoulders.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow?” He asked after a couple sips of his drink, eyes locked onto you as he waited for an answer. “I wanted to ask you this week, but you know..”

“Yes, I’d love that.” You smiled, meeting his gaze for the first time. The burning creeping up the back of your neck was hard to ignore now, especially as his eyes lit up at your answer. “Don’t ignore me this time.”

Your teasing only made his faint blush grow redder, but he nodded eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled brightly.

“I’ll never ignore you again if I can help it.”

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mjinzx · 2 years

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[11:15 AM] akaashi keiji

take me out next time.

wc: 1,060 | genre: fluff | fem! reader x akaashi keiji | cw: mentions of allergies, profanity, lewd jokes, 1st pov

[11:15 AM] akaashi keiji | bonus!

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I didn’t know when it started.

At first, it was creepy. A pack of lollipops suddenly appearing inside my locker? Come on, it’s a locker for a reason, only I could unlock it, more so put stuff inside. It annoyed me, so much that I was a breath away from reporting it to the school.

But fate had a different storyline for me, and Mr. lollipop supplier (as i like to call it). Days of finding different flavored lollipops turned into weeks, and as time flew by, I grew out of my irritation. You could say that I got used to it, but never would I get used to the different notes I receive with the said sweets.

Usually, it would be the casual “good mornings” and “have a nice days”. Unknowingly, I would smile. No, more like a grin or a smirk. But I would never admit that it made me feel all giddy inside. Nope. Not ever!

Or so I thought.

It’s been two weeks since the whole set-up. I go to school, attend my morning class, go to my locker and find another pack of lollipops that I can add to my collection. I always wondered why mr. lollipop supplier decided that it would be lollipops. It could’ve been gummy bears, right? Maybe he had a special connection to the little suckers. I remember yesterday it was bubblegum, last week was peach-mango flavored, my favorite so far.

But today, bright red welcomes my eyes.

Cherry, huh? That’s too bad.

Now, don’t get me wrong! I appreciate it, of course. I would never complain about food, like ever. But the thing is, I am allergic to cherries. Yes, I get a really bad allergic reaction whenever I eat cherries, including artificial flavoring.

I didn’t want all of this to just go to waste, I’m not much of a waster, if that’s a word. So, like any normal human being, I decided to just give it to my friends! I kind of feel bad for not eating it, even though I shouldn’t because they came from a complete stranger/potential stalker, but we’re ignoring that part for obvious reasons. I don’t feel like having an allergy attack right now, not ever actually.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone came barging in.

Oh?

That’s not Suzuki sensei, rather it’s the class president.

Akaashi Keiji.

“Good morning. I apologize for the short notice, unfortunately, Suzuki sensei cannot attend math class today. Although, she did say to do an advance reading for today’s lesson. That’s all, thank you.” He said.

Queue the cheers from the students, looks like everyone’s happy about having no class, including me.

“Hey, let’s suck lollipops.” My friend told me, mimicking a sucking gesture, which honestly had a lewd look to it. Slightly baffled, I just nodded at her and laughed. Thus began their lollipop sucking, I just looked at them like they’re from another planet.

Looking back to the front of the room, I find Akaashi-san with a straight face. He’s always like that, has a poker-face with a monotonous voice, and he’s always speaking as if someone did a grave mistake to him. Like he’s mad or something, but maybe that’s just his way of speaking since he is the class president, to invoke authority, maybe? Bottom line is, he’s a scary guy.

While i was oceans deep in my thoughts, I didn’t realize that O was already staring at him, a bit too much. Noticing my rude behavior, he looked back at me and raised an eyebrow.

With my eyes widened and parted lips, I looked away.

Shit. That’s so embarrassing!

Was all i could think of. I assume he can see how flustered I am, as he was still staring at me. It was starting to get hot, like really hot. I’m not sure if that’s just me feeling flushed, or the AC is just busted. (maybe because blood is rushing thru my cheeks?!)

Saved by the bell. Students started getting out of the classroom, and so did I. I failed to notice the cheeky grins my friends gave me as they gor out of the classroom. Fumbling with my stuff, I quickly took my bag and headed out (tried to), still avoiding his gaze.

Just as i was about to go out—

“Hey, Y/N-san.”

Uh-oh.

Shit. This was not how I expected my morning to go.

I faced him, with a not-so-genuine smile on my face. “Akaashi-san! Is something the matter?” I responded. Politely, of course, shaking off the feeling of nervousness in my body.

“Forgive me. I was just wondering why you are not eating your usual lollipop just like every day?” He asked. (more like demanded but moving on)

Interesting.

How did he know that I eat lollipops every morning?

“Oh, that. Well, long-story-short, someone has been giving me a pack of lollipops every morning, today’s flavour was just not my cup of tea.” I chuckled.

“Oh… You don’t like cherries?”

Interesting, again.

I looked at him weirdly. First, he knew my usual get-up every morning, and now he knew the flavour of the lollipops?

“I’m sorry, but how did you know it was cherries?” Imagine me having the most confused face, like right now.

“Wait, you don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“I’m the one who's been giving you packs of lollipops every morning. You didn’t know?”

I-

Blink. “I had no idea.” Blink.

“I thought you knew since your friends saw me putting the lollipops in your locker one time.”

Oh, screw them! “They never told me anything. but wait! Why are you doing it, though?” I asked. Hey, I didn’t want to assume, even though I kind of know the answer now.

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you, Y/N-san.” He said with such finality in his voice, his eyes lovingly gazing at me.

“And, I was hoping you’d want to go out with me. Do you?” He asked, watching me carefully.

Hell yeah, I do!!!

Yup, this was not how I expected my day to go. I like it, though.

“Of course! I’d love to go out with you.” I smiled, genuine this time.

“That’s… That’s great! Thank you, Y/N-san.” He smiled. No, he shyly smiled.

You can say that we just stared at each other’s eyes for a good 5 minutes. I don’t hate it, but I’m definitely not complaining.

a/n: no thoughts, just akaashi as class president (*_*)

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu timestamps #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #akaashi imagine #akaashi timestamp #akaashi x you #akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #mjinzx

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