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mschoiyuki · 2 months

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Our Own Happy Ending

Kuroo Tetsurō x gn!reader

TW : Mention of parents divorced

WC : 1.4k

A/N : Kuroo was my first crush on Haikyuu. Just some kind of celebration for the new movie. And to be honest, I'm still pondering this fic is fluff or angst? ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)

They said first love is hard to die.

The high school reunions is making you nervous. But also happy. Happy that you will meet your juniors and also friends from another school.

Yes. This high school reunion is not just an ordinary reunion. This big scale reunion is sponsored by Bouncing Ball Corp, Kenma’s company. He spend his money on this reunion because he want to celebrates his dear friend achievements, Hinata Shoyo. Also because it’s really been a while Hinata didn’t meet his friends and rivals.

Kenma arranges the event (he asks pays you to arranges this big scale reunions) with your help. Because you own an event organizer company. Yes Kenma is a dear junior of yours, but there is no way you say no to his money. Business is business after all.

The reason why you are nervous? Because it’s really been a while you don’t meet with this certain man. At first you just want to supervise everything and then leave before it starts. But Kenma insist you have to attend, this is your hard works why not stay and see how perfect it turns out?

Well at least you’re not gonna bump to this man. It’s so damn crowded here. Also it's been years already, and you have a boyfriend now. So you choose to stay for monitoring the event to run smoothly until the end.

When you leave your boyfriend behind with his friends to make sure everything is perfect, you heard someone shouts your name from distance.

"Y/N - senpai!!" You looks around to find the source of the voice. Then you see Lev waving at you and he strides towards you excitedly with his beaming face.

"Lev!! Long time no see, super model!" You welcome him with a big hug.

"Senpai! Can't believe you did all of this. Come on, let's catch up with the others!" Lev grabs your wrist and take you along with him.

"Umm. Actually I'm still on clock. I'll catch up with you guys later." You try making excuses and tries to free your hand from him. But Lev didn't hear it. He tries to ignore it.

You know where he's gonna take you that's why you are making excuses. Because you are so sure you will meet that man.

Bingo. There he is.

"Kuroo senpai!! Y/N - senpai also here! Now our team are complete." Lev smiles so innocently.

Your first love. Your high school sweetheart. Also the man who broke your heart.

Kuroo tries to hide his awkwardness. He grins "Hey there y/n. It's really been a while. You looks great."

"Hi. Long time no see. I see you still on this field, huh. Good for you."

Kenma, being Kuroo childhood friend knows everything about him. Even about how your relationships started and ended. It's really awkward to witness you and Kuroo now. Kenma knows you already moves on. But Kuroo...

Kuroo still talks about you to Kenma even though both of them busy. But somehow topics about you will always appear out of blue. Kenma never wants to meddle with his best friend relationship, he just listen to Kuroo or sometimes will gives him a piece of information that Kuroo wants to know.

Kenma just doesn't understand, if Kuroo still has some lingering feelings for you, then why the hell Kuroo breaks up with you. Kuroo never wants to tell Kenma the reason.

Yaku know Kuroo needs closure to move on. Being the good friend for both of you, Yaku tries to make the opportunity for Kuroo.

"Alright guys, we need to greets Bokuto and the others. Come on"

The juniors won't say no to the mother of the packs, they starts to walk and leave you and Kuroo behind.

"So... How's life now, y/n? You looks wonderful." He gives you his signature smirk. The smirk you used to love the most.

"Cut the bullshit, Kuroo. I don't think we are on a terms where we can talk comfortably with each other." You take a glass of champagne from the waiter that pass by, didn't spare Kuroo a glance.

Kuroo grimace with your words "Ouch. That's hurt." Part of it because you calls him with his surname.

You sips the champagne, still ignoring him.

"Do you hate me, y/n?" Kuroo softly ask.

Taken back with his question, you grips the glass tightly "I don't know. Maybe no? You still owe me the reason, Kuroo." You turn your head and looking at him straight to his eyes.

Where is the eyes that always looking at him so dearly? Why it has to be replaced with that stern looks? He knows it's his own fault. Kuroo sighs and awkwardly scratches his nape. The time has come, he has to tell you. Of course you deserve to know the truth, the reason.

“You do know about my family condition right? About my parents divorced.” He sounds so sad.

You just softly gaze at him, letting him finish his words.

"I know maybe for you this is sound so stupid or maybe you think I just made it to broke up with you. But, believe me y/n. I don't want to ended up like them. I'm scared. I'm scare that one day I will do the same to you." His voice almost cracks. His eyes... He looks like he is going to cry.

You reach and squeeze his upper arm, trying to soothe him. Giving your sympathy. You know how hard it is for him after his parents got divorced, and how thankful he is to able to meet Kenma.

"You should told me, Kuroo. We could try it until the end. If you told me that time, maybe we're still together. We can try. If you never try it, how could you know it would never works. Isn't that how relationship works? Communication? You never told me, you just made your own decisions. Selfish bastard." You didn't stutter, you finish your words in one breathe.

Maybe because now you know the real reason, it's clearing your clouded mind. After all this years. It's clear now.

Kuroo just chuckles with your nagging, he agrees he is the bastard here.

"I'm really sorry that I hurt you, y/n. I thought you deserve someone better than me."

"Pfft. Of course I am." You scoff and roll your eyes.

"So, we good now? Can we be friends? Or you don't do friends with your ex? Or your current boyfriend not allowing you that?" His signature grin is back, nudging your side playfully.

"Don't be silly. Of course we can be friends, there's no grudge between us. So why not be friends? My boyfriend is cool with me being friends with my ex. As long as the ex is not an ass." You cross your arms tilting your head.

Kuroo laugh and extend his hand for a handshake, "Friends. Best friends?"

"Whichever is fineee." You slaps his hand before you shake it.

Yaku and Kenma silently watching over you two from afar, sighing because you both now laughing. Kuroo finally gets the closure he need.

"Hey babe, you done? Oikawa is looking for you." Mattsun slither his hand on your waist. Kissing your cheek.

"Issei, hey. Yeah I'm done here." You jolts on the sudden touch.

“Sup, man.” Kuroo extend his hand and Mattsun reach it for the hand shakes.

And now the two man chatting a lil bit, reminiscing the old volley days.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you again y/n. Thank you, for not hating me.” Kuroo smiles.

“I know you have your reason, Kuroo. It’s all good now.” You smiles and you snake your arm to Mattsun, “Let’s go, Tooru must been waiting for us.”

“See you guys around.” Kuroo waves goodbye to both of you.

Sending you off to your new happiness that once he gave you. Maybe he regrets it a little, breaking up with you. But at least he got a precious lessons from you. Your nagging erase his doubt that he also deserves to be happy, he too can be happy. But he doesn’t regrets those times you belong to him. Those happy times. He will cherish it forever, deep inside his heart.

He walks to find his friends with a light steps, his dark thoughts gone now. He feels the burden on his shoulders has been lifted. You free him.

He glad that you are his first love. The precious first love that he had to let go.

So long, my first love.

dividers by : @saradika-graphics

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu

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folklorebae · 1 year

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

meet me at midnight m.list

cast(s)/genre: influencer!reader & timeskip!kozume kenma/fluff

wc: 0.6k

a/n: haven’t written in a while and pls forgive me if this doesn’t scream “midnight”. i tried my best</3

Like any other night, the starless night sky is illuminated by the dazzling airport lights. The airport is as calm as it has ever been at this early hour. People flow effortlessly, peaceful rivers of humanity just roused from sleep, and all you do is wait impatiently for your plane to board at your gate.

In forty minutes, you just need to wait for forty more minutes before you are no longer able to access the internet, and for some reason, going on a live is an idea that crossed your mind to save you from your boredom and somnolence.

You curl your lips into a smile and stop talking when your eyes catch your boyfriend’s fake Instagram account just joined your live.

ynfan13 OMG HIIII

ynscandle you look tired:(

ynfan14 OMG ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH WORLD CUP??

notkenmasfan just try to get noticed over here

“I know, I mean, it’s midnight here in Tokyo. Yes! I’m at the airport right now.” You rest your chin on your palm, reading another comment. “I notice you, babe. No need to worry.”

notkenmasfan you deserve a long sleep after this

ynfan15 where is your sugar daddy?

ynmydarling why are you alone?

You’re immediately convulsed with laughter, drawing some attention from those around you. You cover your mouth with your palm in a swift motion and try to pull yourself together before looking at your phone again.

“Guys, I don't have a sugar daddy. My boyfriend is just rich.”

ynfan16 JAPAN WON THE LAST MATCH🇯🇵

notkenmasfan you need to stop your sugar daddy jokes

hinatashoyo Y/NNN

itsynupdates you’re so pretty:((

“I know! I’m so proud of Japan's national team.” You respond before moving on to greet your best friend. “Shoyo! How are you?”

iheartyn you’re so gorgeous. pls step on me

hinatashoyo i’m good!

hinatashoyo can’t wait to see you!!

notkenmasfan shoyo wtf are you doing here?

hinatashoyo why are you so rude to me?

You chuckle at Kenma’s comment, since the orange-haired man has no idea about Kenma’s fake account.

hinatashoyo can i join your live??

hinatashoyo let me show you your bf. he’s sleeping rn

ynxln safe flight angel✈️❤️

You raise your brow. “Is he?”

hinatashoyo he is. he said he’s depressed because you're not here

ynfan17 YOU HAVE A BF?!? WHY I DIDN’T KNOW THIS

notkenmasfan HE’S A LIAR. I NEVER SAID THAT

You chuckle and shake your head as you try to accept Hinata’s request. But a FaceTime notification from Kenma suddenly appears on your screen.

“Action expresses priorities.” They say, and God knows who your priority is.

“Why does he think you’re sleeping?” You ask your boyfriend once you can see his face.

Kenma chuckles as he pulls his duvet over his shoulder, getting himself more comfortable and warm on the bed. “I told him I’m going to sleep so he will talk to Kuroo, but instead, he joined your live.”

You nod at him while fighting the urge to not grin. “I see…”

Kenma could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and quickly hides half of his face with the duvet before you could see any sign of him blushing. “What? I’m not jealous, if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You argue and change the topic before he could say anything. “So why are you calling?”

He shrugs and starts to murmur about something but you could barely hear it since his mouth is buried under the cover.

“Ken, I can’t hear you. Get that blanket off your face.”

Kenma sighs and does what you said. “I said, I found a good place for us to have lunch together but nevermind cause I know you must be ti–”

“Shut up, Ken. Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Okay… I’ll pick you up at six am right? Qatar time?” He asks and you answer it with a nod.

Then, a split second later, a welcoming cheery sound from the air hostess reverberates through the airport, announcing your airline and flight number.

“Have a safe flight. I love you.”

#meet me at midnight—event!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #kenma x reader #kenma x gn reader #kenma x gn!reader #kenma x gender neutral reader #kenma drabble #kenma fluff

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peakgenko · 3 years

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Songs the Haikyuu boys would slow dance with you to...

CW; suggestive sexual themes

N/A, my heart nutted while writing this tbh

not proofread!!

Kei Tsukishima

Dream A Little Dream of Me- The Mamas & The Papas

I don’t even know how i made this connection but i feel like tsukishima hums a lot of old songs and so this would be one of them

Or slow dancing in the dark by joji. it’s his favourite song. because of you.

Yuu Nishinoya

So Good At Being in Trouble- Unknown Mortal Orchestra

You’d rock back and fourth with him slowly while his lips press against the back of your hand— his eyes staring intently while he hums the lyrics

Shoyo Hinata

I’m Yours- Jason Mraz

So it’s not really something you can slow dance to but this is definitely his song for you. He sings this to you in the showers, during pillow talk, or drum the rhythm with his fingers against a Tupperware when he’s cooking something for you.

He’ll pull you in by the waist and nuzzle his head up against your back with a grin.

At this point it’s his favourite song because it always gets him in the mood. But that’s only because he thinks of you when he hums it.

Rintarō Suna

Versace On The Floor- Bruno Mars

OMG

okay so I imagine the two of you on some dance floor. Like at a club. I head canon that he’s good at dancing. Effortlessly too.

The music stops and and they choose a slow song to end the evening

You’re wearing a dress that cuts off mid thigh. And he’s in a little suit. His blazers loose and his collared shirt is buttoned down since it got a little heated in the midst of sweaty bodies practically grinding up against eachother

Underneath the red and purple spotlights, specks of iridescent lights from the disco ball hanging from the ceiling arrange themselves on your faces.

He’s singing the lyrics wholeheartedly with a fox like grin while his hands roam down to your ass. Although it’s intent was far from sexual.

Atsumu Miya

Corduroy Dreams- Rex Orange County

LOVE LOVES WHISTLING IT TO YOU

Definitely does kiss you in the shower for a couple hours.

He’s fresh out of the shower and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Drops of water race down to his feet as they roll down his bare chest. You have your towel wrapped around your chest

One hand laced with his, he leads you in a slowing pace around the room with a chirpy smile.

Osamu Miya

Blessed- Daniel Caeser

i’m not sure how i made this conclusion but i’m gonna go with it

He has the prettiest voice when he sings along.

It’s not really dancing though. He has your back facing his chest while his arms enveloped on top of your collar bones and shoulders. He’s pecking gentle kisses against your cheek while rocking back and fourth to the song while you two prepare breakfast.

Keishin Ukai

Fly Love- Jamie Foxx

I imagine you two on some sort of resort of beach. You two are soaked of water but this song just happens to pop up so you stand there in his arms while he teasingly blows a cloud of smoke into your face.

Keiji Akaashi

HENTAI BY CIGARETTES AFTER SEX!!!!

okay for those of you who don’t know that song i know by the title of the song it looks sus and trust me he was definitely skeptic of it as well but give it a listen because now you’re all he ever thinks about when he hears this song.

he swears he’ll dance to this with you in his arms on your wedding day.

if you’re feeling angsty, he’d definitely hold you close and dance with you to the swan by camille saint-saëns

Wakatoshi Ushijima

I Hear A Symphony- Cody Fry

He loves how classy it sounds and it perfectly describes how he feels about you. hell it may even be his favourite song.

He felt like volleyball was his only purpose and for a while he was more than okay with that. until he met you and now he strives for more in life. Hence the whole “I used to hear a simple song” verse. loves putting emphasis in his tone when singing “perfection is so quick to bore...you are my beautiful by far” (only to himself of course) homeboy gets a little embarrassed when it comes to singing.

Daichi Sawamura

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby- Cigarettes After Sex

I don’t even need to have a scenario for this like he just radiates this energy:((

Like imagine his cheek pressed against yours while his hand weaves through your hair

Tadashi Yamaguchi

You say I’m in love- Banes World!!!!!!!!

Head empty just you and yams dancing to this song underneath LEDs and a ceiling projector

you’re all he thinks about when he sings this song

and bubblegum by clairo- he’d tell you not to focus on the lyrics but instead the instrumental portion. he says the comforting mellow beat reminds him of you.

Kenma Kozume

Nothing- Bruno Major.

Sings the lyrics to you

You’d think he’d be too shy and youre right but it’s because he does it subconsciously.

BRO THIS WOULD LITERALLY BE HIS SONG IN A RELATIONSHIP

Aran Ojiro

Ugotme- Omar Apollo

Such a good singer as well

When the two of you dance, you two dance.

His ability to dance is almost mesmerizing along with his singing.

Sings while covering your neck and collarbones with kisses

Satori Tendou

How Deep Is Your Love- Bee Gees

Also dramatically lip syncs the lyrics to you

Lifts you up into the air and into his arm almost five times mid dance.

He’ll shake his head with his lips pressed up against your neck while his hands trail upwards and toy with the hem of your shirt, his hands hungry with anticipation to just rip it off.

and you scold him when you feel his lips contort into a devilish grin.

Kotaro Bokuto

Hopelessly Devoted To You- Olivia Newton John

hear me out. He only knows this song because akaashi made him watch grease bc he says bokuto should be exposed to the “classics” and since watching it at age 12 with akaashi and bo’s two sisters, he’s prayed that one day he’d meet someone that’d make him feel the way that song did.

He does now and everytime that songs on he’s practically carrying you in his arms.

Tobio Kageyama

Love Me Please- OCTAVIO

this is the only song he knows with the exception of old kanye west because he considers his music grind music but you definitely put him on this song.

He’s literally a psychopath who doesn’t listen to anything EXCEPT like popular rap songs from 2017-2018. And even then he’ll only tolerate it when he needs to work out.

And then he meets you. Now he listens to music in a different aspect.

He knows he’s not the most romantic guy out there but he’s trying his best and you tell him that’s more than enough. He loves you so much.

Koushi Sugawara

This Side of Paradise- Coyote Theory

he’s dragging you out of the house to dance with you to this song. bonus points if it’s raining

he’s also the type to scream-sing to love songs.

There aren’t any cars in the vicinity due to the pouring rain so the two of you make your way to the road.

Your hand in his, he twirls you underneath the storm and into his arms.

Toru Oikawa

Pretty Boy- The Neighborhood

He’ll put so much emphasis in his tone on the “Even if the earth starts shaking, you’re the only thing worth taking- with me. Even if the sky’s on fire, got you here it’s alright.” verse

You’re literally everything to him

he won’t let you go even for a second until this song is finished even then he’ll have trouble parting.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Baby I’m Yours- Arctic Monkeys cover

It’s not even dancing at this point, it’s just you two cuddling and him pretending like he hates it even though he’s the one who refuses to let go of you.

Ryonusuke Tanaka

Knockin’ Da Boots- H-town

if he’s not dancing to this with you in his arms he’s definitely ironically grinding on the floor to this with a fuck boy face.

Hitoka Yachi

two queens in a king sized bed- girl in red

I just imagine the most “call me by your name” scenery type shit.

Or maybe like a field of flowers? You just have her in your arms on some sort of picnic date she planned for the two of you

Semi Eita-

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

your arms wrap around his neck and his lips press onto yours while the two of you sway back and fourth underneath red led lights.

don’t be surprised if things get sexual.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Careless Whisper- George Michael

okay first he played this song when you were over once and he had it on so that he could initiate a little make out sess with you but when you could tell how nervous he was on making a move on you you told him that there was no pressure on anything and he sort of just danced with you instead. he ended up unironically really liking this song because of that.

(bonus: if it’s fanon kuroo he likes to dance to sway by Michael Bublé with you and the whole time he’s just eyeing you down with a sly grin)

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Beach Baby- Bon Iver

Space Song- Beach House

I imagine it’s raining horribly outside to the point where the thunder outside is retro boomin

but the windows are open because both you and Sakusa love the sound of rain pouring

he has this song playing from his record player while he hums against your neck.

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literallykenmaandshoyo · 2 years

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hi mods kenma and shoyo !! this is the person that requested the applesauce pouch fic, i think itd be nice to be 💜 anon if thats okay :) i hope you both are doing well and have had an amazing holiday season !!

if you have the time and energy, i have another request for mod kenma, but this one isnt agere! would you be willing to do another quackity x fem!reader comfort (maybe friends to lovers if ur feeling that vibe?) fic where theyre very close friends and one night reader shows up to quackity’s house in tears because the boy she’d been talking to had been acting distant lately and she just found out he started dating someone else? not like this is happening to me or anything hahahahaha just an abstract idea,,,, anyways :,)

or another idea i had a while ago when requests were closed was just platonic c!slimecicle x fem reader comfort fic after a hard day. im leaving this one more vague so u can take creative freedom :)

u guys r wonderful, and im so grateful for all of the wonderful fanfics you have written ~💜

Not That Girl

Quackity x fem!reader

Requested by 💜 anon!

Proofread: No

Music: Studying alone at the library at midnight

Warnings: Reader is sad, talk of being used, swearing, quackity is pissed!, use of Quackity's real name, talk if being overstimulated mentally

Summary: You've been burying your feeling for Alex for a while now, using other people to try to stop your little crush on your best friend. When you've finally gotten feelings for somebody who's not him, it goes up in flames. But no matter what, Alex has your back. Maybe he is the right choice after all.

Author's note: Hi 💜 anon! Glad to see you back! Writing serious Quackity is one of my favorite things to write. I loved both ideas so much that I'm going to write both of them! I hope you're doing well though, the talking stage is very frustrating at times.

-Mod Kenma

Salty tears fell from your glossy eyes. Was it safe driving at night while crying? Probably not but you needed comfort and there was only one person who could give it to you right now. You drove over to Quackity's house in a bit of a rush. You didn't even bother to text him that you were on your way. You parked outside his house and took a deep breath and slowly exited your car. Maybe you were being dramatic. You stopped at his door and wiped your tears before knocking on it.

You waited silently, playing with the hem of your comfort sweater. The door opened and there stood Alex. He was wearing a casual hoodie and his famous beanie was off. You looked at him and nervously smiled. He saw how sad you looked and immediately let you in. He led you to his couch and quickly went to the kitchen. You sat down slowly and looked around. The bubbling feeling of anxiety didn't leave your stomach, making you feel sick. You had been ignoring Alex for a while now, pretending to be busy with your personal life.

Honestly, you had fallen in love with your good friend. He was everything you wanted and more. You couldn't have him though. Alex was someone you considered your best friend and you couldn't ruin that connection the two of you created. You couldn't imagine your life without him. He came back with a glass of water and some of your favorite snacks. He still had some on hand for whenever you came back to him. Alex sat next to you and patiently waited for you to begin talking. You took a small sip of the water and cleared your throat.

"So, I was talking to this guy and...I found out he's actually in a relationship." A twinge of pain flashed on Alex's face before returning to a more neutral look. "I'm sorry for being so distant." You muttered, leaning back onto the couch. "I've just been...going through some stuff." Alex nodded and scooted closer to you. "It's okay. I'm glad you're like...alive? I wanted to visit you but I didn't want to bother you." God, you missed him. Being in his presence calmed you more than you were mentally ready for. Part of you wanted to pull away, hide from him again and pretend to be strangers.

The other part of you wanted to hug him, fully embrace your love for him and confess, right there and then. These two sides were clashing together, messing with your brain. You could feel yourself get overstimulated by the cluster of thoughts and sighed. "I missed you." You said, slowly grabbing one of the snacks from the table. "I missed this," Alex said, turning his entire body to look at you. You ate gradually and felt yourself scoot closer to him. "Now looking back. I was using that guy a little." Alex turned his head to the side, eyes begging you to continue. "At first...I was talking to him to like...get over somebody I had a crush on. I ended up falling for the guy while still having my crush. It's a bunch of complicated bullshit." Alex nodded before rubbing your shoulder affectionately after noticing how physically tense you were. "I'm just...confused? Lost? Mad at myself? I don't know what to do."

"I think," Alex started, choosing his words carefully. "You should follow your heart. You should confess to your crush instead of putting yourself through this. It's hurting you." You sighed and put your snack down. "I'll ruin my friendship with them. I can't do that-" "Yes you can. You can do this and do you want to know why? It's because as long as you're confident and put your full self into it, you'll be able to do it." God how you wished to be as confident as Alex right now. "You want me to help you figure out what to say?" You shook your head and grabbed your phone.

"I'll call him and tell him. Can you hold my hand...please?" Alex smiled and nodded, taking your hand. He squeezed it tightly and smiled. You stared at your contact list, thumb hovering over Alex's contact. Fuck it. You clicked on his contact and placed the ringing phone up to your ear. Alex's phone went off. He squeezed your hand before getting it from the kitchen. You inhaled when he answered. "Hello?" He asked, confused. "Hi, Alex. I was told by someone to confess to my crush so here I am. Confessing to my crush. I like you, Alex. I..I've liked you for a while now. I was scared...terrified of ruining our friendship over this silly little crush." There was a beat of silence. "I like you too. I've liked you ever since you first spent the night at my house because you were too tired to make the drive to your place." It felt like the weight of the world had finally been lifted off your shoulders.

Alex returned to the living room and sat down across from you, phone still to your ear. "Do...do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked, staring deep into your eyes. You smiled softly and nodded. "I'd love to."

#quackity x reader #quackity comfort #quackity x fem reader #x reader #x fem reader #female reader #x female reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #To: Purple Heart Anon From: M. Kenma

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osamiiya · 3 years

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Waking up next to them

Pairings: Osamu x Reader, Hinata x Reader, Sakusa x Reader, Bokuto x Reader, Akaashi x Reader (Sperate)

A/n: Sorry this took me so long JEBDJDB I got distracted and yelled at so I watched streamers also I'm sorry I can't write for Kenma idk how to characterize him JSBDB

**I wrote Brazil Hinata because kissing the freckles that form on his back <3

Again all my opinion!

Miya Osamu

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He's a pretty deep sleeper, not a lot of tossing and turning either

Osamu usually wakes up in the position he fell asleep in usually on his back

You joke that he sleeps like a log and he just snorts and rolls his eyes because he knows it's true

He likes it when you sleep with your head on his chest and he can wrap his arms around you just so that when he wakes up he can feel your weight on his chest and it reminds him you're real, and his.

Your eyes peek open before Osamu's, and looking up from where your head layed on his chest, you can feel the slight stubble on his jaw brush against your forehead.

The light shines on his skin and he's warm and the personification of comfort as he shifts and brings you closer to him.

Osamu eventually wakes up when you trace shapes and affectionate words onto his chest, the slight tickle and weight of your head becoming apparent as he groans and attempts to stretch his back, breathing deeply before letting you go slightly so he can see your face.

" mornin'." There's a lazy smile on his face, eyes hooded and voice deep and gravelly.

You get up to lean over him and plant a soft hiss on his lips, giggling when fatigue makes it hard for him to open his eyes again.

"Morning, love." The quiet morning is filled with soft affection and hushed giggles as he blinks the sleep away and yawns, sitting up and running a hand through messy hair lazily.

"Breakfast?"

Hinata Shoyo

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It's 50/50 that you wake up before him

Hinata tosses and turns in his sleep, but he always makes sure he's touching you in some way, whether it be your legs hooked together, hands clasped, or backs touching

He's not the deepest sleeper but when he's tired it's impossible to wake him

He likes loves it if you wake him up with kisses, he'd like to wake up to your kisses forever.

You wake up before him, finding his leg positioned behind him, hooked with yours as if you were sea otters trying not to drift apart.

The Brazil sun, and Hinata's tendency to forget sunscreen helped him form freckles on his back, not too dark but there nontheless.

He's on his side facing away from you, white tank he usually wears to sleep loose and halfway off from tossing and turning.

Shuffling closer to him, you gently kiss each freckle, kissing the tops of his shoulders to his neck and up his jaw, ending behind his ear.

"Shoyo." It's whispered, but enough to wake Hinata up, the boy waking up slowly like butter melting when he realizes you're the one placing kisses on him.

Shifting so hes facing you again, he peeks one eye open to admire you for a moment before smiling and draping an arm around you and pulling you in, kissing the top of your head and sighing deeply.

"Just 5 more minutes like this."

Sakusa Kiyoomi

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Light sleeper and wakes up before you always

Whether it's to shower first, or go on a run before coming back to shower before you wake

He'll always wander back into bed with you though, getting under the covers carefully and admirintyou until he falls back asleep

Sakusa rarely sleeps in, but it's usually after games or meeting with friends the night before, needing the sleep to recharge

"Yoomi?" Your eyes open to a mop of damp black curls, Sakusa attaching himself to your torso, hugging you carefully as he sleeps contentedly.

He smells like shampoo and bar soap from showering and your shirt feels damp from where his forehead is pressed into your chest.

After a little bit of tugging and loud groans and grumbles of protest you're able to pry Sakusa's face from your chest to look at him, dark eyes staring up at you as he blinks heavily, wanting to go back to sleep.

"You're so clingy in the morning." Your whisper just makes Sakusa roll his eyes, smile tugging at his lips as he buries his head back into your chest, huming happily as he starts to breathe deeper and deeper.

Sakusa knows you don't have anything to do soon, and he's perfectly ok with staying in bed like this.

"Yoomi-"

"No."

"Yoomi I have to pee."

Bokuto Kotaro

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He likes to sleep on his side! With you tucked into his chest, your head using his arm as a pillow, the other draped across your midsection.

Even if he's awake, he dosent want to open his eyes and break the perfect atmosphere so he'll wait for you to "wake up with him"

Sometimes he'll wake up after you though, his body dosent let him sleep in too long though, so enjoy it when you can

He dosent move too much in his sleep, sometimes he'll reposition you so you're facing him, but otherwise he's nice to sleep next to

It's noon when your eyes blink awake, the first thing you see being Bokuto's chest, feeling him breathe deeply, tightening his grasp on you slightly every time.

He must've been tired because even as you wiggle out of his grasp to look at his face his face stays unmoving, a flash of discomfort washing over his face unconsciously because you aren't in his arms like before.

"Kou." One whisper of his name is enough to get him to stir slightly hands coming out to pull you back into his chest, hands carding through your hair before he takes one last deep sigh, breathing getting calm and deep again.

At the feeling of you wiggling, his eyes peek open, playful glint dancing through them.

"Where're you going?"

"Away from you." You giggle, watching his lips form a pout.

"I'm not done holding you though, get back here." Bokuto hums happily as he holds you tightly, feeling your breath get deeper as sleep takes over, being too comfortable in his arms.

Akaashi Keiji

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He's a very light sleeper, and will take up if you wiggle out of his arms while sleeping

Akaashi gets the best sleep when you're in his arms, and he always has butterflies in his stomach no matter how many times he's waken up to you

This being said, he likes to face you when sleeping, even if you sleep on your back

His arm is always drapes across you though

Akaashi's eyelashes are long.

At least, that's what you've deduced from observing his face up close waiting for him to wake up, the sun casting shadows on his skin and making it glow a healthy gold.

Hes not sleeping too deeply, that much is apparent from the light up and down of his chest.

"Still staring?" His voice startles you and you huff as a grin grows on his lips, eyes opening slightly, the gunmetal blue dull with sleep as he stifles a yawn.

"Not yet, I didn't get a chance to admire your eyebrows." Your tone is light and teasing, and Akaashi's heart speeds up.

The air is crisp and cold, but Akaashi pulls you into his chest, warming you up as he looks down at you.

"Go back to sleep, you need the rest."

It's apparent that he's just saying that so the two of you can stay in bed a little longer, enjoying eachother's warmth.

You nod, sleep starting to wash over your senses.

"Did you know that your eyelashes are long?" Your eyes are closed as you ask, the question muffled into Akaashi's chest as he laughs slightly.

You don't get to hear his response as you fall back asleep, but Akaashi assumes that's what happened and kisses the top of your head, muttering an 'I love you' into your hair.

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mrskodzuken · 3 years

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Late Night Stroll/A Cure for Insomnia

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader

genre: fluff with crack bits; part of the Kenma with f!Filo!reader as s/o au (same universe as “Kodzuken Tries Eating Filipino Food for the First Time” and “How I Met Your Friend”).

wc: 0.8k

tw/cw: food, monosodium glutamate (MSG)’s sleep-inducing powers used as a punchline (sfw), some Filo phrases and jokes (obviously /lh) also a cameo mention of the Miya Twins, a bowl of sunshine and Iwaizumi Hajime (27), Athletic Trainer 😆

a/n: for @cryxtal-ame’s “In The Moonlight” collab—thank you for allowing me to join in your event, sweetie *headpats* ♥️ also I hc’d my selfship with Kenma as night owls, always staying late at night (even though I scold him for not sleeping early every now and then ahaha). Imma use that late-night stroll/konbini raid-with-Osamu prompt you’ve sent to me months ago here @love-amihan 😘 thank you @milffanaccount (I couldn’t tag you so...) @water-and-grass and @paradise-creator for beta reading this!! 🙇🏻‍♀️ *headpats 🥰* || Dedicated to all the night owls out there 🌃

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[00:25]

“Kenma…” The tick-tacking typing sound of the keyboard stopped as your boyfriend turned on his gaming chair and looked at your pouting figure near the doorway, lifting his headset down to rest on his neck.

”Need something, kitten? I thought you’d be sleeping, why’re you still awake?”

You looked down anxiously then on one side until your eyes settled on him. Your hands can’t stop stuffing in and out of your hoodie’s front pocket. Your feet rocked back and forth gently.

“Um, I… I couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled.

Kenma slowly blinked then sighed before he smiled at you. “Get changed into something warmer and wait for me at the doorway. I’ll turn this off in a bit then I’ll follow you there, okay?” He turned his back on you, removed his headset and resumed his typing on the keyboard.

You were still clueless as to why Kenma wanted you to wear some warm clothes and wait for him at the doorway, but nonetheless you followed his instructions and quickly got outside the game room.

[00:53]

“So dark and quiet outside,” you softly whispered, your breath somewhat visible in the chilly midnight air. You glanced at Kenma as the two of you were walking down the dark and empty street, both your hands intertwined and swaying to and fro. “Why are we outside? Where are we going?” you asked.

“To the konbini. I’m still hungry, the beef sinangag (fried rice) you made is good but isn’t enough to make my stomach full,” he grumbled. And as if on cue, Kenma’s stomach grumbled loud, which made the both of you stop walking.

“Aha… gutom nga (hungry indeed),” you observed jokingly while seeing the former Nekoma setter blush with embarrassment.

“Shut up. I wish I could eat another bowl of it, but the meal’s good for two people only.” Kenma tugged on your hand and you both started walking again. “Thank goodness there’s no one in the street at this time… so embarrassing.”

“But the hungry sound your tummy made is cute though!”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is~”

“It’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not!”

[01:34]

The soothing background music blared faintly on the konbini’s speakers as you and Kenma both ate your food on the tables near the glass window, slurping on your cup noodles and chewing on convenience store onigiri.

You took the last bite of your onigiri into your mouth, licking the rice grains off your fingers. “Delicious, but not as delicious as Osamu-san’s onigiri,” you said in a hushed tone, drinking the noodle broth straight from the cup.

“Mhmm… wanna go to Onigiri Miya tomorrow for a date? I’ll clear my schedule—“ His sentence was cut short when you let out a loud burping sound (the staff who’s on shift that time heard it also, their eyes bulged at the sound resembling that of a croaking toad).

Kenma covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, with his back facing you. “How cute.”

“No, it’s not!”

“At least we’re even now.”

“S-shut yer trap, you…”

“Don’t Atsumu me, kitten. You still suck at speaking Kansai-ben.”

[01:56]

The lamppost illuminating a part of the park’s pathway flickered as you both strolled on the way home from the konbini. You both favored the quiet night surrounding the park, aside from a few car sounds from the nearby road and some chirping cicada noises, prompting you to yawn and stretch your arms upward.

Your boyfriend noticed this and calmly asked, “Feel sleepy now?”

You nodded, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “I guess the MSG in the cup noodles we’ve eaten earlier is kicking into my system.” Then your body suddenly shivered and you tighten up your jacket closer. “S-so cold, I wanna go home and curl myself under a kotatsu and sleep there… Kenma, what are you doing?”

You looked down and were faced with a crouching Kenma, his broad back in front of you and his hands curled backwards, as if he’s offering you a piggyback ride.

“Y/N, hop on.”

You felt your face getting flushed and waved your hands in panic, looking around just in case someone saw them. “K-kyanmaaa! Please get up, it’s embarrassing!”

“I know it’s embarrassing, but what would you do if you suddenly pass out and sleep here?” he mumbled, still in a piggyback position; you could see the tips of his ears getting redder every second—and it’s not just because of the cold freezing night. He has a point, you thought, another yawn escaping between your lips.

You walked a bit towards him, a little hesitant at first, before leaning down to rest yourself on his back. You quickly wrapped your arms around Kenma’s shoulders as he hoisted you up on his back comfortably, his arms hooking beneath your thighs.

“Don’t worry, we won’t fall down! All thanks to Shoyo for introducing me to their Olympic trainer Iwaizumi-san,” he grinned, gripping your thighs firmly as he started walking through the pathway towards the park’s exit.

You felt your eyes slowly closing, drowsiness taking over, and faint snores made their exit as you fell asleep on the pro-gamer’s back.

Kenma heard your soft snores and smiled lovingly to himself before looking up at the crescent moon shining above the sky, footsteps nearing your house.

“Sweet dreams, my dear kitten.”

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 3 years

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➴ hugs for my love.

pairings: hinata shoyo, kotaro bokuto, kenma kozume x gn!reader

warnings: none!! hehe enjoy mwah

word count: 1.4k

HOW THE HINATA, BOKUTO, AND KENMA GIVE Y/N HUGS

𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙮𝙤

a feeling of comfort, a feeling of home to keep you grounded was all that you asked for.

sleep didn’t come as easily, and every night was spent crying. every day was half-lived, and a moment of quietness never came. why? because you felt alone. you felt isolated. you always felt like the second choice.

and the very idea of someone giving you that loving embrace is enough to make you tear up.

and that’s exactly what hinata shoyo gives.

his eyes light up, grinning widely with arms stretched out as he tosses his arms around you, in an attempt to pick you up, but he’s just a liiitle too short for that.

his hugs are special.

he holds you like you’re about to leave forever, he holds you with so much love that it radiates through his chest as if it were transferring to you. hinata looks you in the eyes with nothing but pure love and adoration for you.

his hugs are meaningful.

hinata doesn’t just hug you because he feels like it. he gives you hugs because you deserve it, no matter what you did, because you woke up this morning to face another day, and that alone was so brave of you to do. he’ll be tightly squeezing your waist, laughing into the crook of your neck as he peppers your cheek with kisses.

hinata rocks you back and forth, making funny jokes or just talking about his day when he does. he’ll listen to you talk about your day for hours on end, and his hugs are just so loving that in that moment, for that split second, you can literally see angels and stars. it’s just for a few moments, but they’re more than enough to make you tear up.

his hugs are also a little childish.

when he first sees you; whether you’re tired, crying, or calm, he runs up to you like a kid who sees their parents right after school.

even at a far-off distance, his arms are wide open and ready for your embrace, before he nearly knocks you over.

“i missed you!”

“you mean so much to me, you know that?”

“you look so pretty today!”

“i missed your voice.”

“you were gone for so long, i’m glad to see you again!”

“you mean everything to me, you know that?”

“can i hug you again?”

“i love you.”

𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤

kotaro bokuto’s hugs are one of the most beautiful things in the world.

the crazy thing is, his hugs can be so different each time.

one day, he might engulf you into a hug, carry you and nearly throw you across the volleyball court. another, he might hug you so tightly that you forget to breathe for a second, and other times, his hugs are just right.

but today, his hug was timid. soft. gentle.

his arms wrapped around your waist, slowly, and he no longer looked as tall. he seemed like a kid hugging their parents after a long, exhausting day. his hands made his way to your cheeks to cup your face, and in a moment of silence, he simply just eased all the tension and embraced you again.

but this time, instead of timidly, he hugs you as if you’re going to be leaving forever.

he grips onto you tighter, his eyes full of so much love and slightly smiling. not a grin, not a wide, happy look of approval, but just a soft smile. a soft smile that rested gently on his face.

“i love you,” he murmurs, before gingerly kissing your nose.

bokuto’s hugs are like rainy café days.

despite all of the chaos outside, the bustling of the streets, and the water splashing onto sidewalks from cars who simply had no respect, you were safe in the comfort of a warm, soft and dimly-lighted cafe. the sweet smell of cookies filled your nose. a book was in front of you, your laptop with your completed work displayed.

and for the first time, you were proud of yourself, accomplished at all you’d finished, and finally letting go of all the pressure and tension.

bokuto’s hugs are like lighting a new candle.

the satisfying smell of the candle filling your nose, flickering and glowing, growing bigger with each small blow. getting bigger, smaller, smelling like pine and filling the entire room with a feeling of comfort.

bokuto’s arms wrap around you, as he slowly begins to sway back and forth, kissing your scalp. his hugs are somehow feeble, and yet so strong. he hugs you as if you were glass, a few seconds away from breaking, but so beautiful and ethereal.

bokuto’s hugs feel like crawling into your bed after a long day.

a feeling of comfort, accomplishment, finally washes over you, and you feel at home. you feel at ease. you feel that despite having the world crashing at your feet, bokuto is still there.

"hey hey heyyy!!”

“you smell so good?? where’d you get your shampoo? can i use it- no? okay then.”

“can you just hold me?”

“sh. sh. we aren’t talking about any of that, i just want to focus on you right now.”

“i’m proud of you.”

“i don’t think it’s a problem, as long as you’re happy!”

“no, no, you aren’t talking too much! keep on saying whatever you’d like.”

“i love you.”

kenma kozume

almost never hugs you first.

but when he does, the entire atmosphere just dies down to you two, and suddenly, nothing else matters. everything washes away, and it all just comes down to you two. nothing else.

in complete beauty and silence.

his hugs are gentle, fragile, as if he’s afraid that he’s doing something wrong.

on the mattress, you lay down next to him, slightly leaning against the headboard as he gingerly wraps his arms around you. to your surprise, kenma reaches out first and places his hands next to you, firm and strong as he kisses your knuckles.

it’s a small move, not much, but it’s enough to make you blush.

kenma’s hugs are unexpected.

it’s true, you can’t deny it. they’re completely out of the blue, one way or another-- it might be when he’s at his breaking point, about to fall apart and just wants your embrace, or it might be the other way around. kenma’s hugs can come at the most random times. sometimes it’s when you’re lying down on your mattress, simply scrolling through your phone with the comfort of your boyfriend beside you.

they might also be when you’ve simply come out of the bathroom.

there’s usually never an exact reason for it, except for the fact that he loves you, so so much.

kenma’s hugs are rare.

even when it’s you who gives him the comforting embrace, he’s not one to hug back right away. for a moment, he’ll hesitate, going through a war in his head whether or not to return the hug. but he returns it in the end.

it’s different when he hugs first.

when kenma hugs first, his arms are stretched wide and his face is buried in his sweatshirt, his eyes kind of peeking out as he throws his arms around you. he seems unsure and scared at the same time, but he also appears to feel safe and comforted around you.

the way that all the tension, exhaustion, and all of the panic in his head that had been expressed in his face completely relax, and he smiles. he smiles softly, his hands gripping tighter onto you.

kenma’s hugs are magical.

it’s as if he gets rid of every single thought that races in your mind at that moment. he holds your hand at the same time, his heart racing when he goes against you, his hair lightly tickling you. kenma holds onto you before letting go.

after his hugs, he usually holds your hand and acts a little bit like a toddler.

he’ll expect you to cuddle him.

well, he’ll never ever say it out loud, of course-- but his tired and somehow tough demeanor completely disappears around you, and all he wants is for you to hold him and smooch lil’ kisses on his forehead.

“...shut up and let me hug you.”

“thank you.”

“you can let go now? i mean.. if you want to...”

“i missed you.”

“i’m proud of you.”

“can we stay like this for a little longer?”

“i love you.”

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arhvste · 3 years

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❝ IMPORTANT TRAITS IN HAIKYUU BOYS RELATIONSHIPS ❞

ft : hinata, kageyama, oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, kenma, atsumu, suna, bokuto, akaashi and sakusa

HINATA SHOYO

-> support : he gets excited about your goals and dreams and would love if you were just as supportive of his. he’ll be there to pick you back up and push you further meaning he’d hope you’d do the same for him back. he truly believes supporting each other and encouraging you both to do your best is one of the key aspects of being together. he’ll be your biggest cheerleader and would want you to be his too. support on both sides is important to him and he’ll do his best to highlight this to you from the very beginning.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

-> individualism : he wants the two of you to work out as you are, no changing for each other. if you can handle him at best you can handle him at his worst, he doesn’t want to have to change to fit the needs of you, nor would he expect you to change to fit the needs of him. he wants someone who will work with him and not force him to change his attitude or personality because in the past he struggled with accommodating to others and he’d hate to have to do it again or make you feel like you have to change for him

OIKAWA TOORU

-> reliance : he can’t be there for you 24/7 despite the fact he would want to be able to. he needs someone who he can rely to wait on him and be a little understanding and patient. he’s doing his best for the both of you but he needs to know he can rely on you to come home to no matter whatever stupid hours he’s walking in because of demanding practice. he’ll always put you first in the long run, but he needs to know you’ll be there to come home to every night and he relies on you to be his pillar when he begins to self destruct on his own. he needs to know you’ll love him all the same whether he’s by your side or not. no matter what though, he’ll have your back if you have his.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

-> honesty : a ‘no bullshit’ approach to things. he likes things transparent, raw and crystal clear for him to see and understand and that goes for your relationship too. he believes trust is everything and he’ll expect you to be honest with him no matter the consequences it might cause. he’d rather you be straight up with him than pretend to feel a certain way behind his back. problems are sorted quickly through honest words and hes a firm believer in taking things through this approach as it’s the most obvious and efficient way to understanding each other in a relationship.

KUROO TETSURŌ

-> stability : he’s seen the ups and mostly downs of his parents relationship and yearns one the complete opposite to it. he wants someone he can count on to tackle disagreements maturely and fairly to avoid huge clashes and fights. a stable relationship with mutual respect is something he seeks and he wants someone who will see things from his pov the same way he’ll always try to see things from your own. you both have issues and you’ll both sort through them fairly making sure your relationship is strong and stable with not a hint of bitterness in sight afterwards.

KOZUME KENMA

-> understanding : he’s not always the best at straight up communication but he is perceptive and he will always try to understand and sympathise with you, the same way he’d hope you’d do for him. he does his best to get his feelings across but they’re not always clear meaning he’ll need someone who can understand his love language which might be a little different to your own. as long as you can translate and understand that he does love you even if he can’t say it outstraight, that’s the thing that matters most to him and he’ll make sure to keep telling you he loves you in ways you can understand.

MIYA ATSUMU

-> communication : a little rough around the edges and maybe not always the best with his words, atsumu needs someone who will hear him out and communicate clearly with him. if you’re feeling some type of way, he’d expect you to tell him rather than dwell on it alone for him to pick your behaviour apart. he likes to tackle problems head-on and he believes that communicating clearly with each other plays a huge role in this as he can’t be there for you if you don’t tell him how you’re feeling. he lacks a filter and hopes as your relationship goes further, your own barriers break down and he can get you to knock down your walls and make you feel as if you can tell him anything no matter how blunt it maybe come across.

SUNA RINTARŌ

-> compromise : he won’t be huge on pda and he needs you to know that even if he’s not kissing you everytime you’re out in public, he loves you just as much as the guy who does kiss his partner in public. he needs to meet you halfway and compromise your barriers and limits a little. he’ll try to be more affectionate if that’s what you want but he’ll probably ask for you to wait until you’re in the privacy of your own home before getting a little more touchy. he’s trying, he really is, but he needs you to compromise your own desires a little so he can give you what you want but also stay true to his own terms where he’s comfortable.

BOKUTO KOUTARŌ

-> patience : he’s a little all over the place and that’s fine! but he’ll need you to wait out his mood swings a little because he doesn’t want you to have to put up with him all the time. he will want you to be a little patient with him and wait for him to spring back up again because he does try his best to stay in the right moods around you but sometimes he can’t help it. picking him up again isn’t too hard because you’re very important to him and your words mean a lot, but when he’s in a particularly rough mood, he hopes you’ll still love him all the same and just needs you to do a little bit of waiting for him to get back into the swing of being the bright man you fell in love with.

AKAASHI KEIJI

-> genuineness : feelings should always be true and genuine when in a relationship and akaashi believes in only saying the things you really feel. words hold value to him, he doesn’t want you hear you say ‘i love you’ just because you think that’s what he wants to hear. he wants to hear what your heart is really saying because hearing ‘i love you’ makes it worth a lot more when you’re speaking genuinely and purely to him. affections and love language mean more when they’re real rather than forced and he’ll expect you to be open and real with him the same way he will with you.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> acceptance : his germaphobia is a lot to take in and he acknowledges that. he needs someone who will understand and accept him for everything he is including his obsession with cleanliness. he can’t be with someone who’s going to judge him for his habits even if they’re not alike to your own. if you can’t handle his own comfort then he won’t want to put effort into staying with you. he needs someone to take him for who he really is; quirks and all, and work with him to understand him and his own boundaries and he will show the same level of respect, concern and acceptance to you.

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Reignition (Kozume Kenma x Reader)

Word Count: 2,147

Anonymous said:

Hi! I love your work so much! I was wondering if you could do a Kenma x reader? Where theyre really good childhood friends, but she moved to miyagi (karasuno) for highschool. So then they meet at the training camp and have rekindled feelings?? Sorry if yhis doesnt make sense! Again, I love your work so much!!!!

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I don’t know why I made this one so long lol. This was a lot of fun to write, anything that has to do with the training camp makes me so happy lmao. I hope you like this one anon! I hope I was able to write it how you wanted!

Another reminder that requests are closing on Saturday! I’m going through them all slowly but surely, after I finish these requests I probably won’t be taking them again for a while, so I can write up some other stories of mine to share with you guys! Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week!

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You sighed in exhaustion as you walked through the doors with the chaotic duo. You were never going to babysit these two ever again, no matter what Daichi or Sugawara said.

If it wasn’t for them you would have already been at the training camp with everyone else, helping Shimizu and Yachi with the manager duties. But fate just wasn’t one your side this time, fearing that the two would ditch their supplementary exams and try to go to Tokyo on their own, Daichi had requested that you stay with them until the exams were done.

Which meant that you had to also suffer through a crazy drive with Big Sister Saeko, and as much as you loved her, you just so happened to love your life just a tad bit more to never want to suffer through that again.

Now you were just exhausted, luckily from the looks of it the practice matches were going to be wrapping up soon, which meant food, showering and a good night’s sleep.

You sighed once again, your eyes flickering over to your team, you could feel multiple pairs of eyes on you as the three of you walked further into the gym.

“Thanks for watching them Y/n-chan.” Daichi called out as you approached everyone.

“You owe me senpai.” was all you said as you walked passed them towards Shimizu and Yachi, wanting to get caught up on what happened while you were gone; completely oblivious to two pairs of lingering eyes coming from the Nekoma team.

“Must be nice having three managers,” Kuroo muttered, his eyes focusing in on your small figure. “I wonder if that one is new like the blonde one.”

Of course, everyone’s eyes lingered on your figure a tad bit longer than necessary, curious as to why Karasuno managed to have three managers, and well, because you were incredibly cute. It was fitting that you too would be part of the team, considering there were already two other cute managers.

The lucky bastards.

“Shoyo had mentioned earlier that they convinced one of their managers to come back to the team…” Kenma said quietly, his cat-like eyes following your every movement. “That’s probably her…”

Of course, Kenma had noticed how good looking you were, but the air of familiarity was too much. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had met you before.

“Why must the universe be so cruel!?” Yamamoto cried out.

Kenma sighed to himself. There was never any peace.

***

“Ne, ne Shoyo! Who was that other manager that walked in with you!?” Inuoka asked curiously.

Even though Kenma never removed his eyes from his game, he couldn’t help but to sit up straighter, ears perked up. Of course, he was curious too, you seemed incredibly familiar to him.

“Oh Y/n-senpai!” Hinata grinned. “She’s a second year at Karasuno, she’s been a manager since her first year.”

“How come I didn’t see her at the practice match?” Inuoka pondered aloud.

“Y/n-senpai’s health is very fragile! She was sick for a while and her parents made her quit. But she loves volleyball so much that she begged to come back to the team. Plus, she’s really pretty and a good manager!” Hinata gloated, eyes shining brightly.

Y/n… Kenma ignored the sudden race to his heart. He knew that name, he knew that name very well. In all honesty, he had never expected hearing it again, much less seeing you again.

It had been years.

He couldn’t help but wonder if you remembered him too.

Of course, he would remember you, his first love. The one that got away, the other person that he used to play with when he was younger other than - oh that’s right, Kuroo.

Did Kuroo recognize you too?

You did look different from when you were younger now that he thinks about it.

But then again, he looked different too. Kuroo maybe not so much. Just bigger, still just as annoying though.

“Well I should get going. We’re playing you guys first thing in the morning!” Hinata said, waving goodbye.

First thing in the morning?

Then maybe… he could see you again, right?

****

It was too early, way too early; especially with how rowdy the boys were already being.

It wasn’t just your boys either, but four extra teams on top of yours?

How were you going to survive this training camp?

“You’ve been sighing a lot this morning, Y/n-chan. Are you feeling okay? Do you need to go rest?” Shimizu asked, a slight concern to her voice.

“I’m fine senpai; I’m just thinking about how lively everyone is. It’s going to be a long trip isn’t it?” You grimaced, eyes scanning the sea of boys that were currently eating breakfast right now and -

“Oi! Yuu! Leave Tsukki alone before you break his glasses!” You called out to the libero, pointing the ladle in your hand at him accusingly, eyebrow raised as if daring him to challenge you.

The said male apologized, releasing his grip on the tall blonde and sitting down.

You sighed again, ignoring the giggles of the other managers around you.

“Y/n-chan is the best at handling our first-year duo and second year duo. They always listen to her, and she’s always looking out for them.” Shimizu explained, a small smile grazing her lips.

“Unwillingly.” You stated, “apparently my title as a manager has ‘babysitter’ in it. If I knew Daichi-senpai was going to make me watch those four when he can’t I wouldn’t have come back.” You started saying as you began serving the boys that finally came in for breakfast.

“I guess I do have some practice,” you begin saying, eyes fixated on the food in front of you as you serve. “when I was younger, I used to play with these two boys that were -” your eyes widened as you looked up to the next set of boys you were about to plate.

Kuroo looked at you in shock for a moment before a wide grin stretched across his face. While Kenna stood there frozen, although his heart rate was through the roof.

“Oya oya oya. If it isn’t little Y/n-chan. I didn’t even recognize you the other day. Who would have thought you’d be a manager at our rival school?” Kuroo said slyly.

“Tetsu… You look the same.” you grimaced.

“Oi why are you making that face!?” Kuroo huffed angrily before his eyes slid over to Kenma who was just… staring at you.

The sweetest smile grazed your lips, your eyes wide and bright and… were you blushing?

“Kenma.” You said softly.

He could have died right there, it felt like all the bars in his health evaporated into nothing as soon as you looked at him and said his name.

He definitely died and went straight to heaven; especially with a smile like that.

“Y/n.” he mumbled softly, eyes flickering away from you, burning holes into his food, ignoring the two pair of eyes that were now staring at him.

“You’re still just as shy as before.” you laughed softly as you served your childhood friends.

“We’ll have to catch up sometime Y/n-chan.” Kuroo said before walking off to find a table.

“Kenma.” you called out before he could scurry away with Kuroo. He glanced at you once more, pausing for you to continue.

“I’ve missed you. We should catch up soon.” you said quietly, a soft blush beginning to coat your cheeks.

“Yeah.” he nodded at you once more before walking off, leaving your heart racing and your cheeks flushed.

Even after all these years... could that be considered true love? You wondered, ignoring the giggles, and pointed looks all of the other girls were giving you.

But internally you were squealing as well.

****

The next couple of days you did exactly what you said you would do; you caught up with your childhood friends.

When you had finally returned for the week-long training camp, you were glued to the Nekoma team, much to Karasuno’s annoyance.

Right now, you were handing out watermelon, a sweet smile glued to your face as you made sure your boys got some and then making sure that Nekoma did as well.

“Do you want seconds Kenma?” you asked, sitting next to the pudding haired boy. His eyes slid over to you before he shook his head and took out his phone, pulling up a mobile game.

You scooted closer to him, your head finding his shoulders, eyes glued to the screen.

You felt Kenma stiffen at the sudden contact, but soon relaxed as you guys drifted into comfortable silence.

This was all too familiar, you would always watch Kenma play video games when you were younger, it was entertaining and it didn’t involve strenuous work, which meant it was great for you due to your fragile health.

Plus, you got to be close to him, that was another bonus.

Kenma ignored the racing of his heart and tried to beat down the smugness that filled his body as he received envious looks from the others.

The two of you were always close, you were the one person he didn’t mind receiving affection from, although it never really appeared that way.

“Oi Y/n-chan, can you fill up our water bottles before the next match?” Kuroo called out.

“I’m not your manager Tetsurou. But I guess.” You rolled your eyes at him, heaving yourself up and dusting off your shorts.

“I’ll go with you Y/n.” Kenma said quietly, putting his phone back into his pocket as he stood up.

You couldn’t help the blush and smile that spread across your face at his offer, that just meant you got to spend more time with him, you’d fill up Nekoma’s water bottles any day if it meant more time with Kenma.

Kenma was quiet as you talked about everything and anything as you guys walked towards the water fountains.

It wasn’t that he was ignoring you, rather, his head was consumed by thoughts of you. He wanted to voice his feelings, he could only assume that you liked him too, from the way you acted around him, the way you treated him.

Even though you guys were apart for years, it felt like you had never left his side. Everything was familiar, everything was comfortable, he liked that, he liked that a lot.

“- As much as I admire and respect my senpais, it’s just not fair that they want me to teach those two on top of babysitting them and -”

“Y/n.” Kenma interrupted your animated storytelling, his slender fingers gently grabbing at your hand that held a water bottle.

You looked up at him in surprise.

Why…. why was he looking at you like that? You could feel heat beginning to creep up into your cheeks, your stomach twisting with butterflies.

Kenma’s piercing eyes bore into your own, there was a softness to them, but there was also a hardened look of determination.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, placing the water bottle down and you turned your body towards him completely.

He grasped both of your hands in his, eyes flickering down to stare at them before they softly trailed up your arms until they rested gently on top of your shoulders.

“Do you like me?” he asked, peering down at you.

“W-What are you talking about?” you asked nervously, eyes flickering away from his intense gaze. “O-Of course I like you Kenma, you’re my best -”

“That’s not what I mean.” He cut you off. “If you don’t like me then you can push me away, but I’m not going to hold back anymore.”

“What do you mean hold back -”

Oh.

He was kissing you. Kenma’s lips were surprisingly soft and slightly cold, but they fit perfectly against your own. The kiss was lingering and gentle, hesitant almost.

But it was your first kiss.

Your first kiss with your best friend, your crush since childhood, your first love. It was… it was perfect.

This was perfect.

All too soon he pulled away, taking a small step back to give you some space.

Both of your faces flushed.

Someone cleared their throat loudly, causing you guys to jump further away from each other.

“I was wondering what was taking you guys so long.” Kuroo grinned wickedly. “If I would have known you guys were sucking face, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Shut up Kuroo.” Kenma scowled.

“So… did you guys finally confess to each other?” he asked, ignoring him completely.

“Y/n is mine.” Kenma said simply, finishing up the last water bottle, grabbing your hand gently and tugging you away. “Since you’re here Kuroo you can take the water bottles back to the gym.”

A soft giggle escaped your lips as he tugged you away, causing a small smile to erupt on his face.

“Damn you Kenma!” Kuroo yelled out.

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haik-choo · 4 years

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Hey, do you do emergency requests? i'm sorry if i'm doing this wrong i'm kinda frazzled. can you do head cannons of oikawa, sugawara, hinata, kageyama, and kenma and how they'd help their S/O breathe through a panic attack? i'm really near one right now :(

a/n: i am so sorry this is late! i’ve been very busy, but here it is now! hopefully you can use this in the future whenever you nned it! i hope this makes people feel safe! i don’t have panic attacks so i’m sorry if any of these are portrayed wrong! please tell me!

[HAIKYUU BOYS HELPING w/ SO’s PANIC ATTACK]

oikawa tooru.

-he doesn’t have anxiety, but he does suffer from panic attacks, usually induced by stress and the weight of his future. but because he’s familiar with attacks, he knows how to help you through it. rather than give you something to focus on, he usually sits next to you and pulls you into him. your head is leaning against his chest, his arms encircled around you. he tries to be as touchy as possible to ground you. he’ll press his nose to your scalp and gently talk about how his day went to distract you. sometimes he’ll ask you easy-to-answer questions. once you’ve calmed down a little bit, he’ll softly say, “lets breathe slowly together, okay? i’ll count to ten.”

kageyama tobio.

-isn’t someone who gets panic or anxiety attacks, and doesn’t have any anxieties or triggers. at first, he’s scared, too cautious, and he just makes you panic more. the sight of you leaning away from him while being a wreck yourself makes him feel terrible -- so that same night he’s up until nine am, browsing sites and forums, trying to make sure he never hurts you again. the first time he actually comforts you, he’s still cautious, but he’s trying. he’s not the touchiest, but he always makes an exception for you. he wraps an (awkward) arm around you and rests his forehead on the side of your head, whispering encouraging words into you ear. “you’ve got this. i’m here. you can get through this. can you breathe with me?”

sugawara koushi.

-he’s only experienced one panic attack, at the end of his third year of high school when the weight of the world fell upon his shoulders. he remembers how terrible it felt -- especially when you have no one with you. so when he learns about their occurrence in you, he makes a promise with both you and himself that he’d never leave you alone. he thinks that breathing methods are the best way to help calm you, so in turn he knows about every single breathing method on the earth. when you have a panic attack, he sits you down on a nearby object and kneels in front of you, already counting for your breathes. “breath in, hold it. i love you, baby, you’re doing great. now breathe out.”

kozume kenma.

-has social anxiety and experiences his fair share of anxiety attacks. when he feels himself start to get stressed in a social environment, he always plays a simple game -- like tetris and minecraft. he also keeps his favorite snack on hand (usually in a small bag). he keeps things on him that’ll help direct his focus elsewhere, just in case. he does the same for you. he has a few of your favorite things in his bag at all times, keeps other calming games on his phone for you. when you start to panic -- he automatically takes you to a secluded area and holds your hand as he talks to you. once you feel a little better he pulls out his phone for you to play a calm game. he watches you and kisses your shoulder occasionally. “you’re really amazing, i hope you know that. i’m proud of you.”

hinata shoyo.

-doesn’t have any experience with panic attacks, though he has his share of anxiety before a game the usually go away pretty fast. so the second he finds you you go through panic attacks, he freaks. he does too much at first: throwing snacks and food at you, wrapping in a blanket, running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, worsening your attack. it takes a while, but soon he develops his own technique for you. now, he wraps your shoulders with a weighted blanket, patting your hair and eventually having you lay down. he’ll sit down next to you, holding your hand, gaze resting on your face. “look at you, you’re doing amazing -- what do you need from me?”

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gattinokenma · 3 years

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kenma and his way of (not) showing love is so painfully relatable. i-

i’m gonna elaborate how i see this part of their relationship:

i love the kuroken dynamic and i love how on a way they have this deep understanding of each other, however relationships aren’t perfect, so no matter how much they know each other it’ll still make kuroo feel a bit unloved sometimes and it makes my heart ache cause i sort of feel kenmas way of feeling awkward when it comes to show love. especially when there’s another person: shoyo. that gets kenma to act very affectionate despite not having all the past experiences that he has with kuroo. And although kuroo knows that it’s a completely different relationship and absolutely no one and nothing will ever be able to replace kuroo in kenmas life and heart. it still sometimes makes kuroo feel a bit bad because he’d like some of that side of kenma too. kuroo understands kenma probably more than kenma does himself. propbaly because of the fact that kuroo takes kenma the way he is, whereas kenma sometimes wishes he would be different. more capable of showing is love to kuroo.

anyways kuroo understands kenma, but understanding and knowing something, doesn’t automatically turn off his irrational feelings (that’s how humans work…) and kuroo IS happy. he’s so happy that kenma has found someone he genuinely feels comfortable with. kuroo is aware that they have different characteristics and although that makes them match perfectly together, it also means that their friends will be quite different. and kuroo is happy that kenma is actually socializing without kuroo on his side. it makes him so proud. however, exactly because kenma usually doesn’t have friends on his own… it just makes kuroo feel a bit weird. it only happens occasionally to rarely, because in the end the love and understanding for kenma overshadow this feelings. and after all kenma doesn’t seem to ever get jealous of kuroos friends. he has many more and spends lots of time with them, but then again this is sort of a win-win situation because kenma can have his alone-time without feeling bad, bc kuroo can enjoy his time with friends.

anyways kuroo is used to spend time without kenma. and kuroo likes shoyo, especially the positive effect he has on his kenma-chan. but when he does feel a bit self-conscious, it just gets to him. and the fact that just sometimes it does bother him a bit makes him feel bad because he KNOWS that kenma loves him and yet he can’t help but wish that kenma would show just a liiiittle more affection.

and well kenma. kenma knows that kuroo undersands, but he’s often angry about himself. because he just- he just can’t. he doesn’t know why. he thinks that partly it’s exactly because he’s so close to kuroo that makes it more difficult for him to be fluffy around kuroo. with shoyo he’s just different. being this very self-aware person who’s good a picking up the small things about peoples personalities and behaviors, he’s trying to get behind it. he hasn’t found an answer yet but, it just be like that sometimes. different people with different characters just get out different sides of you. and it doesn’t mean you like someone less or more, it just means you love someone differently. but in the end kuroo IS the most important person in his life, he’ll always be probably, but he just can’t get himself to voice his feeling more often. and it pains him because for such a long time kenma never thought about how he treats kuroo because he trusted that kuroo knows him and takes him like that and doesn’t need or want it any other way. however when kuroo voiced his feelings of wanting a bit more sometimes, it just made him feel bad because hell kuroo means everything. fuck he means more than GAMES to him. but thats something he just- ahhh!! he can’t say it. he doesn’t know why and it’s frustrating him. it frustrates him because although kuroo knows he loves him, sometimes he just doesnt seem to get HOW MUCH he actually loves him. sometimes kenma tears up, sitting in the bathroom thinking of how much he loves kuroo and wished he could make kuroo see. and he wonders how despite everything they went through together, humans are still humans and your minds can get linked to each other on very deep levels but in the end they're still individuals and communication will always be indispensable. it’s frustrating. i said that before but i’ll say it again. it’s so frustrating.

especially when people drop comments about how kenma should be nicer to kuroo. it makes him want to scream or cry or punch a wall cause they know nothing!!! how dare they just assume!! how dare they make up facts about what’s in his mind or heart, something people can’t read on you face!!!! but it’s also unbearably painful because it’s something that bothers him already. like, you don’t think he already knows? you don’t think he already wishes it’d be different?? why are you saying things like that, he’s not stupid!!!

and this is basically where kuroo then is able to trash all his thoughts of feeling unloved because he sees the way kenma is hurt and affected by this situation which in a weird way then has exactly the effect kuroo was wishing for earlier: it’s a reassurance that kenma loves him. quite deeply so. and then kuroo gets angry cause how dare people hurt and say shit about his kenma.

then again, it’s not like kenma doesn't show affection at all. he does, in his own way. sometimes he gets very fluffy and cheesy too. it’s not like he’s immune to that. but generally speaking he's not that much of a pda person. and well although it’ not something they are bothered by on a daily basis, sometimes it will get to them. but it’s not something they wont be able to handle in the end. <3

#kuroken #kuroo x kenma #kuroo tetsurou #kenma kozume #ah i love them so much 😭😭😭#character analysis #chatacter study #??#sort of #idk how to call this

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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Ooo! What about Kuroo feeling really unwell during training camp while training with Bokuto, Akaashi, Tsukki, Hinata and Lev? He's probably felt bad for a while, but just suffered through. So when everything becomes too much, a panicking Hinata runs to get Kenma... and you can decide the rest.

Only if you're comfortable with writing it though! Have a nice day!

Leaders Don’t Cry: a Kuroo sickfic

Pairing: sick Kuroo, caretakers Kenma, Tsukki, Bokuto, Akaashi, kinda Hinata & Lev

Word Count: 4,266

Warnings: vomit, swearing, slight emetophobia, and sad Kuroo :(

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Thanks for the request friend :) I’ve only ever written Kuroo & Kenma as side characters, so this was kinda fun!!

I’m not super super happy with the overall product, but that’s alright. I do feel like maybe it’s not super cohesive? Idk. Let me know!! I look forward to improving my characterization of Kuroo and Kenma.

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Kuroo was a Leader. He was someone that others looked up to. Someone you could depend on.

Leaders were extroverts though, and Kuroo had to admit he did his best Recharging alone in his room or the quiet company of the Kenma. That’s an Introvert Thing, apparently. Even when he was young, too many people or too much social interaction drained him. Another Introvert Thing.

When he met Kenma and started playing volleyball, it seemed he naturally outgrew his Introvert Model, shedding his shy, intimidated outer-self. It was easily replaced with the Extrovert Model.

Now, Kuroo liked being surrounded by his team and his friends and he liked meeting new people. That’s an Extrovert Thing. So Kuroo was an Extrovert.

(“That makes you an Introverted Extrovert, Kuro,” Kenma told him one day. Kuroo didn’t understand how that could possibly be a thing.)

As an Extrovert, it was only natural that he became the captain of his volleyball team his third year. It was only natural that he was the Bridge between Karasuno and the Tokyo powerhouse schools.

(Kenma claimed, when the two of them were alone at least, that it was really his friendship with Chibi-Chan and their coaches that did that. Kuroo refused to concede this point.)

As the Leader and Bridge, it was again only natural that not only his team, but also other teams’ players were drawn to his wisdom and sparkling personality.

(“You forced yourself on them,” Kenma sighed.)

And that’s how he, Kuroo Tetsuro, Certified Extroverted Leader, came to be in Gym Three, long after their main practice ended with two of Karasuno’s first years, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Lev.

And that’s also how he ended up in the Worst Possible Situation.

It went down like this.

They were at another training camp with the Fukurodani Group and Regular Guests, Karasuno High. It was a short one, thrown together quickly because of the long weekend.

After much convincing (read: coercion) from him and Bokuto, Tsukishima Kei agreed to join them again for blocking practice. They pushed because Kuroo couldn’t stand to watch this kid’s talent waste away and Bokuto was personally offended that Tsukki still didn’t seem to enjoy volleyball.

It should have come as no surprise that Karasuno’s Hinata Shoyo joined in again, determined to redeem himself from his previous loss at the last camp.

And then because Haiba Lev decided that Chibi-chan and him were rivals, he joined in too.

(Akaashi claimed he had no choice but to join. It was either endless practice or endless Dejected Bokuto. Kuroo thinks he’s just masochistic.)

Their first night was awesome. He saw a fire ignited in Tsukki and got to smash Bokuto’s spikes back in his face. Plus, his ego was boosted because the three first years were all wowed by his skill.

Tonight, however, was not great. If he was honest with himself, things were bad from the second he woke up, and promptly wanted to curl back into his futon.

His head hurt and his body ached. The sounds of his team waking up and getting ready for the day set his nerves on edge the second he heard them. He felt overcrowded and overstimulated and he wasn’t even out of bed yet.

It had all the signs of a Recharge Alone Day, but it was the last full day of a training camp in which he was supposed to be a Leader. So, he pushed that all aside and got up to go lead.

As the day progressed, Kuroo gave more and more thought to Kenma’s “Introverted Extrovert” theory. He still loved his team and wanted to be around them. He did want to participate in the games and hang out with the other teams.

He also so so very badly wanted to sit in the dark for the next several hours.

Kuroo’s headache only grew more insistent as the day went on, likely due to the sounds of squeaking shoes, bouncing volleyballs, and the too warm summer heat. He got increasingly more fidgety and nervous all day and it made him uncomfortable in his own skin. That, added to the already ever-present soreness of his limbs only served to make him more miserable.

But he was the Captain, so he shoved those feelings down, ignored his headache, and tried to act as normal as possible. For the most part, his plan worked and no one bothered him about what might be wrong. Kenma was the only one that eyed him suspiciously every time his Extrovert facade slipped a little. At the end of the regular practice, his best friend approached him slowly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quiet as usual.

“Kenma! What’s up, dude?” Kuroo forced, trying to maintain his usual Extrovert Mode.

“Cut the crap, Kuro,” Kenma sighed, blunt and exhausted as usual.

“Kenma, what are you—“

“Are you sick?”

The question caught Kuroo off guard. Was he sick? He thought it was just an Introvert Day that he had to push through. Maybe Kenma had a point though? It wasn’t like he normally felt this drained during a training camp. That usually came after the camp ended.

“No,” he eventually replied and waved his hand, “nah. Just tired. I think practicing with the guys at night took more of my energy than usual.” That must be it. He didn’t usually have to put out that much energy after practice. Lev, Hinata, and Bokuto were all True Extroverts, after all. Unlike Kuroo, who just molded himself into one. It made sense.

Kenma studied him with wide eyes before relenting and saying “Don’t push yourself, Kuro.”

“I won’t, don’t worry. I am a little tired though so maybe I’ll forgo evening prac—“

“Kuroo-san!” Hinata ran up to them, “are we practicing again today?? I want you to show me that cool wha-BAM block again!!” He jumped up and slammed his hands down, most likely trying to imitate exactly what he was trying to convey. All the loud explanation did was call attention back to his headache.

“Shoyo, Kuro was actually just saying that he was—“

“On my way to look for you Chib-chan!” Kuroo interrupted. Kenma narrowed his eyes at him, but Kuroo couldn’t deny the little red headed twerp.

“Let’s go grab something to eat and then we’ll round up the others.”

Hinata looked at him with those stupid starry eyes and nodded before running off to pester Tsukishima. Kuroo deflated some.

“Kuro. It’s okay to take breaks. I know you think that this is what you should be doing as Captain, but it’s alright to say no sometimes,” Kenma said.

“I know, Kenma,” Kuroo smiled gently, ignoring the uneasy feeling in his gut, “Thank you for looking out, but I’m fine! It’s only one more day. Tomorrow afternoon once everyone’s gone, I’ll just hang out in my room. You can come over if you want and play that new game I bought.”

Kenma studied him again before letting out a long-suffering exhale.

“Sure. Sounds good.”

After they ate, the six of them met up in Gym Three for another three on three. On the outside, things were going well. On the inside, Kuroo’s head was quickly descending into chaos.

He pretended that Bokuto, Lev and Hinata weren’t too loud. He pretended that he had enough energy to show them the same move seven times. He pretended he was enjoying this.

All the while, his headache slowly transitioned into a migraine, his limbs got heavier, and his dinner swirled in his stomach nauseatingly. It took maximum effort to stay awake, let alone play a three on three with three of the most energetic people he’d ever met before.

It all came to a head when his feet slammed down after blocking one of Bokuto’s cross shots. The power behind those normally made him stumble upon landing, but this time it sent a sharp pain shooting through his head and stars dance in his vision. He couldn’t regain his footing, and he stumbled onto his ass.

“Kuroo-san?” Akaashi asked when he didn’t get back up. He couldn’t get back up. The stars were still there and he couldn’t really find his feet.

“Y-yeah?” he stuttered.

“Hey, hey, hey, Kuroo, you alright my man?” Bokuto’s voice boomed and he winced before he could stop himself.

“Kuroo-san? What’s wrong?” Akaashi was kneeling beside him now. He could tell by the proximity of his voice.

“Just a a little...dizzy,” he forced a laugh, trying to play it off. He squeezed his eyes shut and brought a hand up to squeeze at his temples. What the hell was happening?

“Kuroo-san! Do you want some water?” Hinata’s voice rang and clanged in his head. He groaned.

“Kuroo-san, don’t die!!” Lev’s voice pounded. He grimaced.

“Would you idiots keep it down?” Tsukishima, beautiful, quiet Tsukishima commanded.

“Hey, Stupid we’re just trying to help!” Hinata screeched.

“And clearly he’s got a headache, you massive dolt. Keep your volume down,” Tsukki snapped back. Kuroo would thank him if the room would stop spinning.

Suddenly, a hand was on his forehead.

“You’ve got a fever,” Akaashi stated.

Oh. Well, Kenma was right after all. He was sick. The confirmation snapped something into place and all of his emotions, his control, whooshed out of him in one fell swoop. All the symptoms he ignored all day came to the very front of his mind and all he could think about was how miserable he felt.

“Oh,” he choked around the abrupt knot in his throat. He blinked his eyes open and turned to look at Akaashi. The setter was serious as ever, but there was a small frown on his lips and tiny furrow to his brows.

“Bokuto-san, can you bring me your warm up jacket?”

Bokuto nodded and quickly, but thankfully quietly, brought their jackets over and Akaashi draped it around Kuroo’s shoulders.

“Kuroo-san, do you want to lie down?” he soothed.

“Akaashi, I don’t feel good,” he muttered. There was a burning in his eyes and a quiver to his lips that he really wished would go away.

“I know. We’ll get you to your room, but first, I need you to get yourself together some.”

“I don’t...I don’t feel good,” he said, an all too evident shake in his voice. This is not what Leaders do. But he felt so terrible, there was nothing he could do to prevent this sudden onslaught of emotions. Before he knew it, warm tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.

“Kuroo-san!” Hinata screeched. Tsukishima smacked him upside the head. He glared and rubbed the back of his head.

“Kuroo-san,” he tried again, quieter this time, “don’t cry, please. It’s okay!”

Kuroo couldn’t help it. He appreciated Hinata’s attempts at comfort, but he was so drained and he was so sick and he couldn’t help it.

“Kuroo, what can we do to help, man?” Bokuto asked gently, much to his and Akaashi’s (flustered and very evident) surprise. He sat down by Kuroo and rubbed a hand soothingly up and down his back. It helped for a second, but then it just made his skin crawl and his stomach turn.

“I I don’t...I don’t know,” he whimpered pitifully, “I don’t feel good.” He exhaled and dropped his chin to his chest. The downward spiral of both his physical and mental condition brought him further and further into his own self-incurred misery. He needed someone else to be the leader. Anyone.

“Ahhhh, Kuroo-san.” Hinata flailed.

“What about Kenma?” Lev whisper-yelled. Hinata’s spine straightened sharply.

“Good idea, Lev! I know where he is. I’ll go get him!” Hinata proclaimed and ran out.

“Kuroo, what doesn’t feel good?” Bokuto asked.

Kuroo inhaled shakily.

“Head.. my head hurts. And I’m sore and uh and my st-stomach,” he responded through panting breaths.

“There’s a stomach bug that just hit a couple of the player’s on Shinzen’s team,” Tsukishima supplied helpfully.

“Sounds like you might’ve picked that up, Kuroo-san.” Akaashi clicked his tongue.

This was news to him. It must’ve just happened because usually the captains kept each other up to date on those kinds of things as soon as they could. If that was true, that would explain why it came on so quickly. He was fine yesterday. Even just a few hours ago, he was nothing but a little groggy. Now it felt like he got hit by a bus.

If it was a stomach bug, that meant….

“No, no,” he panicked, “no I don’t want that.” He wrapped his hands around his swirling stomach.

“Kuroo, calm down. It’s alright. You’re gonna make it worse,” Bokuto said. Kuroo shook his aching head.

“No I hate throwing up, Bo,” he whimpered and dropped his head to look at his shaking hands.

“Oh…” Akaashi breathed, “do you feel like you might?”

“I don’t know,” he said again. Because he didn’t want to. He absolutely did not want to puke. Not in front of these first years. That might ruin all of his credibility as an upperclassmen, let alone the Captain of a powerhouse school.

Geez, what a pitiful and pathetic display he was putting on. He was supposed to be someone these kids looked up to, and now they were helping him.

“Here,” Tsukishima said, handing Akaashi and Bokuto a bucket from the supply room. Kuroo eyed it distastefully.

“It’s just in case, Kuroo-san!” Lev tried. But the more Kuroo got worked up in spite of himself, the more he realized that wasn’t true. His current emotional state wreaked havoc on his head, which in turn twisted his gut.

Several minutes passed and Kuroo took the time to collect himself so that he could get it together enough to go to his room. At least there he could be miserable and pathetic alone.

While he was able to get himself to stop crying, the come down from the sudden rush of emotions only made his other symptoms that much more prevalent.

Kuroo groaned miserably, “where’s Kenma?”

“Hinata-kun has gone to get him. He’ll be back soon hopefully.”

“Akaashi, I don’t feel good,” he whined and curled tighter in on himself.

“I know,” Akaashi said.

“Feels… bad…” he swallowed thickly.

“Kuroo…” Tsukishima warned. He shook his head.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled. Something heaved in his stomach and he pulled his shoulders up to his ears and brought the back of his hand to his mouth.

“Y’guys should go,” he said around the pool of saliva in his mouth and the heaviness of his jaw. Who he was talking to at this point, he wasn’t sure. He just knew that being around him right now was only asking to catch this. He also knew he was about to puke and he really wanted to try and maintain some of his dignity.

“Too late for that, numbskull. We’ve been around you for days. If we’re gonna catch it, we’re gonna catch it. Might as well make sure you don’t die,” Tsukishima said. Kuroo, behind his mounting nausea and hazy brain, was touched by his salty kouhai’s attempt at comfort.

“I think he meant he doesn’t want you to see him spew, Tsukkidude,” Bokuto murmured. His hand was still on Kuroo’s back and while it was more comforting than bothersome now, it also served to swirl things around in his stomach and brain. He nodded lethargically.

“Kuroo-san, if you could, uh— please, just, um...wait...for Kenma-san, I think it would make you feel, uh, better. To have him here, that is. Instead of...uh...me,” Akaashi stammered. Kuroo heard the nervousness in his voice and felt bad. There wasn’t much he could do to stave off the inevitable though.

“You squeamish, ‘Kaashi?” Bokuto asked.

“Uhhhh,” Akaashi hesitated, high pitched, “maybe a little.”

“Bo,” Kuroo panted, punctuated by a sick hiccup.

“I gotcha, buddy. Bucket’s right here,” Bokuto reassured and placed the bucket in his lap. “You can leave guys, I got this.” He said to the other three.

“Yeah...I’m gonna take you up on that,” Lev said uneasily. “Sorry Kuroo-san.” He bowed and then sprinted out of the gym. Tsukishima looked more hesitant, but ultimately bowed and left as well.

“Akaashi?” Bokuto said right as Kuroo spit into the bucket. The sounds of their conversation faded in and out with the rest of Kuroo’s surroundings. All he could fully register was the lump of something nasty moving up his chest. All he could see was the blinding red color of the bucket.

A few airy burps that grated his throat passed through his parted lips. He whimpered.

“It’s alright, Kuroo,” Bokuto’s voice filtered through the haze. He gagged.

It hurt. It hurt so badly. Each heave, gag and hiccup that plagued him for the next several moments.

Where was Kenma?

Kuroo coughed, hiccupped, and a small stream of vomit trailed out of his mouth. It wasn’t enough. It still hurt. He wheezed.

“Hey, Kuroo-san, try to take deep breaths,” Akaashi’s shaky voice commanded.

“Can’t,” he gasped, coughing up more bile.

Fuck he wanted this to be over.

Cough, gasp, puke. The painful, horrific cycle repeated for several tense minutes. It didn’t relieve any of his discomfort.

Bokuto patted his back and tried to offer comforting words. Akaashi wouldn’t look at Kuroo, but he was there, another steady presence to offer some grounding to Kuroo.

“Kuroo- san! I found Kenma!” Hinata’s voice cut through his misery. “He was in the shower. I’m sorry it took so long!”

“Kuro,” Kenma said, voice calm, blunt, comforting. He took Akaashi’s place at his side, his Snorlax slippers and ratty sweatpants taking up Kuroo’s peripheral.

“I don’ feel good,” Kuroo told him around the bile coating his mouth. Kenma put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“I gathered that,” he said with amusement, “it’s okay. Just relax.”

Kuroo shook his head. Relaxing meant letting this happen. He did not want it to happen.

“Tetsu, don’t be an ass,” Kenma sighed, exasperated.

“Kenma,” he whimpered. The hand on his shoulder squeezed again.

“How long has he been like this?” Kenma directed at someone else in the room.

“About 15 minutes,” Akaashi’s shaky voice answered.

“Shit, Tetsuro, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Kenma asked. Kuroo shook his head slowly.

“Didn’ re’lize,” he slurred. His stomach cramped and his inhaled sharply through his teeth and gripped tightly at his shirt. As soon as the cramp passed, he gagged, his body jolting forward.

“Uh, I’m gonna—I’m gonna go,” Hinata stuttered out and then Kuroo heard his tiny feet run from the gym.

“Can you two go get Nobuyuki and Yaku from the Nekoma quarters? I’m sure Lev is looking for them, but he’s an idiot,” Kenma demanded of Akaashi and Bokuto, the inflection behind his voice commanding and unwavering. It comforted Kuroo in ways he didn’t understand.

Despite how it appeared to onlookers, Kenma was alway the one taking care of Kuroo. More than Kuroo took care of him, anyway. The setter always knew exactly what Kuroo needed before he even said anything. He was passive most of the time, content to let things be, but stubborn and steadfast when he needed to be. Which was something that Kuroo was grateful for, too prone to letting his emotions take over. Kenma was a sturdy support for Kuroo when he was at his weakest.

“They’re gone, Testsu. Relax and let it happen. It’s just you and me,” Kenma told him. He put his forehead on the top of Kuroo’s matted, sweaty hair. The parts of Kenma’s hair that touched Kuroo were wet and cold. It felt nice.

The uncharacteristic gentle action from Kenma made something in Kuroo’s chest twinge and he whimpered, fresh tears dropping into the bucket.

Kuroo could be himself with Kenma. He didn’t need to be the Captain or a Leader or an Extrovert or even an Introverted Extrovert. He could just be Kuroo.

“Just us, Tetsu,” Kenma said and pulled his head back.

Kuroo inhaled slowly, deeply and exhaled, trying to relax his shoulders and back. It didn’t take much more for his stomach to finally find relief.

A gurgling hiccup brought up a small stream of bile and he coughed. Another hiccup brought a little more. Then finally, he belched, wet and heady, and heaved, a much stronger torrent of disgusting vomit moving up his chest and out of his mouth.

“There ya go,” Kenma sighed. He moved Kuroo’s unruly hair, made more disgusting by the sheen of sweat covering his forehead, back and away from his face. Kuroo lurched forward with a gag, bringing up more of his dinner.

“Holy shit, Kuro, that’s some fever. I’m sorry you’ve felt so bad all day,” Kenma whispered. Kuroo shook his head, spitting out the nasty taste in his mouth, trying to find his breath before the next round.

He didn’t get much of a chance before he heaved again.

“God,” he slurred between wretches.

“It’s alright. Calm down,” Kenma instructed.

He puked twice more before his stomach settled for the time being.

“Kenma...please…” he whispered, gesturing for him to move the bucket away.

“Here,” Kenma handed him a water, “drink this first. Rinse out your mouth.” Kuroo did as he was told and spit into the bucket. Kenma took it away after that and Kuroo thanked him quietly. He inhaled, bringing his head up and looking at Kenma for the first time since the setter got there.

Kenma’s eyebrows were furrowed ever so slightly, a subtle pout on his lips. He brushed Kuroo’s bangs back again.

“Thanks, Kenma,” he smiled weakly. Kenma clicked his tongue.

“You’re an idiot,” he sighed. It lacked any of its usual blunt edge.

“Kuroo!!” Kai called out, running into the gym. They were both wearing medical masks, a couple more in their hands.

“Hey,” he said sheepishly, a hand on the back of his neck.

“I knew something was wrong. You really are such a dumbass,” Yaku said, a hand on his hip and an eyebrow raised. He was as blunt as usual.

“Thanks, Yaku. You’re as gentle as ever.”

“Yeah, well. Can’t help it when you decide to push yourself to this point,” he said, turning his face away. “Idiot,” he added as an afterthought. Kuroo couldn’t see his cheeks behind his mask, but his ears were red.

“You alright Kenma? Here,” Kai asked and handed Kenma a mask. Kenma shook his head.

“Too late for that,” he sighed.

“Yeah, but several of Shinzen and Fukurodani’s players have gone down with the same thing as our fearless leader here. We’re trying to contain it so it doesn’t spread more,” Kai explained.

“Yeah. Exactly. You wear one too, Kuroo,” Yaku insisted. Kuroo didn’t like the idea of having his mouth covered, but he also didn’t like the idea of spreading this wretched fate to others.

Kenma and Kuroo took the masks and then Yaku pulled some meds out of the bag on his shoulder and handed them to him. Kuroo’s lip curled, but Kenma pinched his elbow and he relented. They hit his stomach with a hollow thud.

Kai held a hand out to help Kuroo up. As soon as he stood, his knees buckled and black spots danced in his vision. Kai quickly caught him around his waist and threw Kuroo’s arm around his shoulder.

“Try not to pass out until we get back to the quarantine room. It’d make things difficult,” Yaku said. Kuroo would’ve rolled his eyes if he had the energy.

Together, they made it back to the classrooms (repurposed as sleeping quarters for the camp). There was a room for people who already puked and one for anyone experiencing symptoms. Kuroo was shocked to find Akaashi there, leaning over a trash can, Bokuto rubbing his back, as well as several Shinzen players, a couple Ubugawa players, and the setter from Karasuno.

Hinata was there as well, sitting beside Kageyama with his arms crossed and a disgruntled look on his face.

Yaku set up a new futon for Kuroo and Kai helped him settle into it. He immediately curled up on his side, exhaling in relief.

They asked if he needed anything, promised to bring him a change of clothes, and left. Kenma saw them out but then came back and plopped himself down beside Kuroo.

“You can go, Kenma,” he said, looking up at him with one eye open. Kenma shrugged.

“I wouldn’t leave you,” he said plainly. Like it wasn’t embarrassing at all. Kuroo smiled to himself.

“What’s with Chibi-Chan?” He asked in lieu of a response. Kenma snickered.

“His team sent him here when Kageyama came down with the bug. Apparently their “secret relationship” isn’t so secret.”

Kuroo chuckled. That was probably why Akaashi and Bokuto were both here as well.

“You know,” Kenma said.

“Hmm,” Kuroo replied sleepily.

“No one thinks you’re less of a Leader just because you’re sick. It happens to everyone. Doesn’t mean you’re not still someone other people look up to,” Kenma said quietly, matter-of-fact.

“Mmm.. you’re right,” he muttered back. He was. Kuroo knew that. He appreciated the reminder though.

“Go to sleep, Tetsu,” Kenma said and stretched his legs out beside Kuroo. He ran his fingers through Kuroo’s hair. Sleep called to him and his eyes slowly closed.

He woke up several times before the next morning, because of other people puking, because he needed to puke and once when Kenma puked, swearing Kuroo out for getting him sick.

He apologized profusely and pulled Kenma’s hair back with the hair tie he kept on his wrist.

Kuroo was a Leader. Someone other people liked and looked up to.

Sometimes Leaders needed someone to lean on too, he supposed. Thank goodness he had Kenma.

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hqshine · 3 years

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— s/o has a nightmare —

characters: Suna, Kenma, Hinata

genre: fluff

type: headcanon

extras: Hi guys, i’ve just posted a Haikyuu prompt list. Do check it out! For the time being i would be focusing on that and not matchups so for those who sent in their asks/submissions, i’m really sorry! Matchups will be closed for the time being

You kept moving around. Your nightmare flashed black and white and you couldn’t help but to scrunch your eyebrows.

Suna woke up from your thrashes and gently woke you up. “Y/n, Y/n shh it’s okay” your eyes flew open and you quickly wrapped your arms around yourself. You could still see the mental image of your nightmare.

Suna untangled your limbs and took you in his lap. His warmth filling you with comfort, his smell making you relax. “Shh, it’s okay baby, it wasn’t real” He whispers, his voice still heavy with sleep.

It was about 3 am and you could barely return to sleep. Suna left to warm you some milk, with you trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

“thank you Suna” you told him as you took sips of your milk. Suna smiled and kissed your forehead.

You left the cup in the sink and returned to bed. Suna cuddled you close, rubbing your arms so that you were aware of his presence. You fell back into a deep slumber in his arms

“I’ll always be here, by your side”

Kenma’s eyes were still focused on the screen infront of him. He defied the next attack and went straight for a counter attack.

However, your heaving breathing and fidgeting made him turn to check on you

“Kenma” you whimpered in your sleep. Your cheeks were wet with tears. Kenma immediately turned off his game, not caring that he was still in an active game. He cradled your face gently as you stirred awake from his touch.

“Kenma?” you asked again, he nodded his head noticing how you said his name with a sad tone. he softened at the sight of you.

“P-please don’t leave me kenma, please, i-in my dream you just left and i-i didn’t know what to do—“ you rambled on as he brought you in his arms.

Kenma shushed you gently as you continued crying. “Shh baby, don’t worry” he smiled at you, his hand reaching out to smoothen out your hair.

“i’m right here, next to you. Leaving you would be my greatest loss you know” he kisses your forehead

His reassurance lulled you back to sleep as you held on to his shirt. Kenma pulls you tight against him.

“I love you, Y/n. So don’t worry, i’ll always stay with you”

Hinata woke up to the sound of you softly calling out to him. He quickly rubbed his eyes, “Y/n?” you were crying, your face puffy and red.

“Wha-What’s wrong y/n?” he quickly opened his arms so that you could snuggle into his chest. You breathed in and out, heavily.

More tears filled your eyes as even more as memories of the nightmare came back. “I’m sorry, i-i know you have training tomorrow morning but i, no the-the nightmare was too scary. I can’t go back to sleep” you stuttered

Hinata cuddled you closer, his arm around your waist, making you feel safe.

“Do you wanna talk about it baby?” you nodded slowly, hoping you would feel better after taking it out. Hinata listened to you as you described your nightmare and shushed you gently when you began tearing up again.

“Aw baby, you know i won’t leave you, you’re the sun to my moon” he whispered.

It was dark, but you could feel his eyes on you. “You’re stuck with me” he said, making you giggle as well.

“Now let’s go to sleep, i’ll be here if you need me okay?” he reassured you.

“Thank you Shoyo” he kissed your forehead and hugged you closer to him.

“You don’t have to thank me. I love you Y/n” as you feel back to sleep

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pairofmelaninkweens · 3 years

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Nostalgia

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou x Natsumi Myaski (oc)

By: @sweet-darling91

Summary: (Post time skip )Kurro has been looking for a chance to possibly reconcile with an Ex, but soon comes to learn that nostalgia can realy lead you down a path of thorns instead of a bed of roses.

CW/TW: Angst, vanilla sex, and cunnilingus.

Wc: 4783

art by: twi.night on Instagram! one of the pictures Kuroo kept on the wall of his condo of Him and Natsumi.

The subtle warm scent with fresh citrus notes alerted his senses. It was mixed with that perfectly unique smell and feeling that only one person in existence could provoke, Natsumi. It sprung memories of late-night lovemaking in his dorm, as the rays of moonlight illuminated your cocoa brown skin, highlighting its cinnamon undertones.

The buns you swept your hair up in were removed when he pulled the hair ties free, sending your dark curly tresses tumbling down past your shoulders. Wrapping the curls around his fingers as he tugged them, groaning when you bowed your back as he took you from behind. Remembering the way your ass pressed against his pelvis, the way you would keen when he spread your buttery smooth thighs further, watching your essence coat his cock as he plunged it deep into your quivering cunt.

He remembered the way your silken walls would quiver around him as you moaned his name, the way your small frame would tremble as he sunk balls deep into you, your cum would drip down his balls. Fuck, you were so perfect. He would get lost in you night after night. Even now, years after you left his life. He would still fantasize about you, craving the way your warm body clung to him. It broke his heart when you lost contact with him, because like it or not you were a pillar in his life.

You were the one that brought him to accept parts of himself he neglected. The origin of most of his kinks and preferences. Especially the first girl he endearingly called Chibi-chan. Of course, he ignored the fact that it was indeed the same name he teased his Orange haired buddy with over his height-or lack thereof. It was different for you though; it was meant to be endearing. The most important detail is after all this time and secret pining, he found you, mere feet away far enough not to be in direct contact thanks to the layout of the patio, with the decorative shrubbery around, and the angle his table was stationed at. He had the vantage point in observing you, and it made his cock twitch remembering the way you made his blood heat. The memory of the connection you once shared painfully squeezes his chest.

Natsumi Miyazaki, a name that was burned into his memory forever. Now sits with perfectly crossed legs poised in your seat. Hair cut into a bob, parted on the side, with bangs framing your slender face. Hazel eyes sparkled when you beamed at the man cracking jokes over coffee. He couldn’t be that funny to be making you flash your smile like that he thought as he turned up his nose, letting his lips sink into a frown and eyes narrow at the sight of you with him.

The cashmere top with the sweetheart cut highlighted your delicate clavicle and the swell of your breasts. Your form-fitting skirt accentuated your small waist, hugging your hips and thick thighs. Kuroo began biting his tongue wishing he could get a better view of your ass. The white and cream outfit was cute, clean, and professional. It read that you meant business, that, and the subtle tells in your body language confirmed it. The way your eyes analyzed the orange-haired man, and the all too polite way you sipped at your latte, made him laugh darkly.

Whatever Shoyo was saying must have given you the answer you were looking for, and your response was subtle pettiness. He recognized that polite smile was a mask, the exaggerated nods and the batting of your eyelashes was used to do to supress rolling your eyes. This happened when you asked him questions you already knew the answers to. A cleaver warning and it seems that went over Shoyo’s head. What were you up to? Why were you out here all dolled up with a new outfit and hair styled completely different than when it was back in college? Why change your appearance to shortcake? Then it dawned on him, information. You were working, he knew you were, but was distracted staring at you. The longer you took probing Shoyo, the more impatient he became, fidgeting in his seat and glowering.

Leaving a tip for the waitress he made his way to your table; he was only 5 feet away when the rhythmic tap of 4 manicured digits followed by a double-tap of your index finger against the glass table halted his stride. It was your sign to him; acknowledging his presence and warning not to interrupt. This shouldn’t surprise him. You were always the most astute in class, rivalling him for the top academic grade and overall performance. Along the way to those achievements, you spent so much time together you were well versed in each other’s non-verbal cues.

That’s what got him so interested in you, seeing how your mind worked. The way you would speak volumes with so few words and see everything with a glance. Now pointedly walking past the table, he answered your rasp with two taps of his umbrella against the cobblestone patio floor. “Looks like rain” he remarked as he opened it out, and started walking up the street.

Five minutes later he heard the quick taps of heels and the gentle, beautiful fragrance returned when you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. “Is this a good time?” he asked, eyes still trained forward, steps returning to their previous pace.

You release a contented hum, and then raise your head to ask, “Which one is yours?” releasing your hold on him and motioning towards the parked cars.

“The black Audi,” he responds, as you smile to yourself eying the 2017 R8 model. “Of course, the flashiest car for the former prince of Nekoma high.” You say as you playfully shove his shoulder. He looks down at you and curls his lips shrugging at the tease. “ I mean, were they wrong?”

Rolling your eyes you open the passenger side door, settling in the seat and sliding off the bob-cut wig and cap that encased your curly tresses. Kuroo watched the curls spill down your shoulder as you rub your scalp and sigh in relief, only stopping to spot the time on the dash. “Ok, let’s go, my schedule’s free after that meeting.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, “Always so forward."

“There’s no time to beat around the bush, if you have something to ask me, go ahead,” you quip, with a sharp side glance at him, before pulling the visor down to adjust your lipstick in the mirror.

“I just missed you,” he admitted.

“Missed me or missed what I could do for you?” Closing the visor, you turn and look him in the eye, your gaze piercing through him. His shoulders slump slightly, and a bitter chuckle escapes his lips. “Is it always going to be business with you? Even after everything?”

“It’s always going to be business with you because of everything. You're the one that said ‘lets just be friends. Realistically that's the best option because I’m too dangerous to be a stranger to you with all that I know." You finish, chest burning with your bitter pettiness and disgust in sympathy for his masked pain. "You were one of the greatest loves of my life. But not THE love of my life.” you continue, thinning your lips and turning away and closing your eyes to soothe the burning in them.

“I still love you too. But it’s not gonna happen, our time is over.” You finally say.

“I figured that you became an information broker to get Kiyoomi’s attention recently.” He interjected with jealousy clear in his tone.

Snapping your gaze back at him. “I chose my career to be independent, so no would hurt me like you did. I don’t want to take orders from someone because I’m no goon. I stand by my policy. It would do you well to stand by it too.” Ignoring his pained reaction, you continued. “Taking me to your place, right? Then let’s get on with that instead because I don’t owe you any of my personal details.” The thought crossed you mind, and the words slipped past your lips before you could stop them. “That information is a premium charge if you’re that curious.” you stated holding out your hand.

“it’s in the glove box” he sighed. “I know you didn’t seek me to purchase information for your ‘work.’ you wanted my time, didn’t you?” looking up to see him nodding in reply with a dejected smile. You weren’t finished though, thinking to yourself as you exited the car, followed him through the underground garage, past security and into his penthouse. You had a point to prove with your hidden agenda, and you weren’t leaving here until you got what you came for.

Stepping through the threshold was like sinking into the warm comforting depths of the deep sunlit seawater. Warm, familiar, and comforting. Immediately you could tell that nothing had changed, relief washed over you with the realization that dramatically increased your advantage and success rate for your target. Just like the deep-sea waters though you knew there were dangers the deeper you sank into this familiarity. Shoving that thought to the side you slid off your shoes and began walking through the hall, hands grazing the walls observing pictures of him and his family. Passing one of you in a group shot together cleverly placed in the collage on the wall, slipping into the living room, passing the pictures of the old gang and snapshots of you studying with Sienna, and Kenma. Then seeing yourself standing in the rain in the background of a team group shot mocking Bokuto who was trying to duck out of the shot but failed to. Blushing wildly covering your best friend from the rain with his jacket and hiding his face that was covered in tinted lip balm. “Always the gentleman Bo.” You grinned at the shot, roaming over other pictures of his MSBY friends, the rival teams, some shots included new coaches, vice-captains, fellow higher-ups and the team medics. Then you saw the generous helping of pictures of your time together though, the two of you studying with Sienna and Bokuto, who was flustered looking at Sienna instead of the textbook. Shots of you riding on Kuroo’s shoulders, a cute one that you vividly remember Sienna taking of you covered in your own lipstick when Kuroo put it on and smothered you with kisses all over your face and arm, a flustered expression clearly focused on the camera. You remember the way he was focused on you, only looking to the camera to smirk before he continued his assault of kisses on you. Finally, the last picture was of you landing that ‘Oikawa serve’ in one of the final games before leaving college. Once again you closed your eyes, trying to soothe yourself from the melancholy trip down memory lane with his display.

Slipping open your lids you accepted the fact that the burning in your throat and prickling in your eyes would not cease, letting the cool tears flow freely. “you cruel bastard. You kept all of it. Why?”

“Because You’re always on my mind, you never left.”

“is that all?” you say turning to face him, hating the conflicting feelings swarming through you all at once, the nostalgia was warm, sweet, and welcoming. But the result was bitter, cold and lonely. Logically you should stick to the job, but your emotions were forcing you to focus your mind elsewhere.

“Nope, your here too.” He points to his heart. “Every time I close my eyes it’s you, I see. Wishing that it’s your voice calling out my name, your hair that fanned out on the pillow next to mine. Your arms wrapping around me. If I take them down. If I remove all the stuff. It would be leaving a void in the middle of my life. I can’t have that, I’d crumble.” He admits with his eyes locked in your gaze.

You answer him by bounding into his arms like old times and breathlessly kissed him. He deepened it, holding you tightly, cradling the back of your head gently letting his free hands travel down your back and firmly grabbing your ass pulling you close to his body and rolling his hips into you. Groaning as he feels your warm body. Relishing in the smooth suppleness of your skin under his hands.

"Your skin was always so smooth, so soft." He murmured into your neck. Trailing open mouth kisses down it. Leaning your head to the right, granting him more access to your throat. Fluttering your lashes enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin again. Your brought back down onto your feet, as he sinks to his knees, unzipping your skirt and letting it pool around your ankles. You grabbed his tie and pulled him flush against your pelvis, slipping one leg over his shoulder and angling your puffy lips to align with his mouth.

"Kiss me, show me how much you missed me." Winking and smiling at him sweetly. His face heats at your sudden boldness, a contrast to the usual blushing submissive side. Leaning forward he obliged and kissed you through the thin crotch of the lacy fabric separating his lips from yours. Flattening his tongue, he laved it down your wet slit. Biting your bottom lip to stifle moans threatening to echo through the apartment, you began rocking your hips back and forth, craving more friction. Sensing your eagerness Kuroo pulls at the material with his teeth and lets the elastic snap against you. Humming in pleasure when he hears the responding gasp melting into a soft muted moan. He missed the sounds you made, and he wanted to hear more of them. Slipping his index finger past the ruined panties he sinks his index finger knuckle deep, groaning at how eagerly your gummy walls wrapped around his digit. "God, your so tight Chibi-chan, did u miss me?"

Whining in response you wrapped your fingers around the strands of raven hair pulling harshly. "Mmmm more" you demanded, he smiled noting the lack of answer and obediently slipped the second digit in, pumping the fingers in and out, taking pleasure in the feeling of you clenching around him, the sweet taste of your slick and skin. But what really got him going was the sounds spilling from your lips when he swallowed your clit into his mouth hollowing out his cheeks and grinding his fingers against that spongey spot that had you bucking her hips and crying out. His breathing started to get obstructed when you yanked at his tie, tightening it around his throat. His vision getting blurry and the sound of his blood rushing through his veins filled his ears. Then on instinct you released the tie, fresh air flooded into his lungs, the rush of oxygen and the dopamine surging through his system delivered an indescribable high.

He freed his cock from his pants giving himself slow soothing pumps to his throbbing length. Its head swollen, pink and dripping pre that he used as a lube before grabbing your hips and easing you to sit on his face. He bucked into the empty air craning his neck and slipped his tongue into your quivering pussy. Your legs gave out as your orgasm surged through you like a flash fire, igniting every blood cell in our body with hot pleasure that clouded your mind and mad your eyes roll to the back of your head as you released a litany of curses and Kuroo’s name. He gripped your hips with a bruising force, drinking in your cum as it spilled into his mouth, embracing your trembling form.

As you caught your breath Kuroo brushed the stray strands of hair free from your face and immediately searched your face for signs of discomfort. His lips stretched into a smile when you started smoothing your hands through his hair. “I’m not a dog, you don’t need to pet me he nipped at your hand. Standing, and stripping off his shirt and shooting you a wink. “Well at least dogs are loyal.” Returning his wink as you get to your feet and watch him as he flings his shirt and tie over his shoulder, grasping his chest and looking down at you through his lashes. “Ouch, you aren’t here to play nice, are you?” he croons as he slips his hands on your waist and back steps toward his room.

“Not at all.” you answer while pointing over to his bed, “have a seat,” waiting for him to do so, your request before you slipped out of the top, revealing the strapless bralette and flinging it his way, grinning when he caught it in his mouth, shooting you a wink and growling. Releasing a playful “woof” before dropping it onto the floor to watch you close the space between you two. You slid your palms up his thigh bracing the other hand on his chest, coaxing him to lean back allowing you to slink up his long body letting your glistening pussy lips slide up his hardened shaft and muffled his groan when you pressed your plump lips over his pulling back to whisper, “shhh, don’t get too excited too soon” you tease trailing kisses down his neck, leaving blossoming bruises in your wake, kissing down his chest and finally sitting back up halting your hip to search his face. You could feel the way his heart was hammering in his chest against your palm. “Don’t be shy now Natsumi.” He bucks his hips and you sink your teeth into your lip to stifle the moan rising from you.

His hands fastened to your hips in a death grip, his fingers and knuckles white, his pupils blown, his chest heaving with anticipation. He nodded and bucked his hips, slipping his shaft through your delicate petals and being rewarded with a sweet soft moan. “Lean forward Chibi-chan, I got you,” he assured. Reluctant to trust him for much, you relented with a sigh and obeyed.

Feeling his swollen velvety tip breach your entrance, you couldn’t hold back from slamming your hips down, enveloping him in your warm, hungry pussy with a moan that made him growl low in his throat. “D-don’t move, ok?” you struggled through whimpers at how the stretch sent pleasure flooding your senses. Your body flushed with heat, goosebumps flashing across the surface, nipples pebbling before his eyes, and that plush bottom lip being tortured between your pearly teeth as you bit down on it to suppress moans threatening to spring free but still reaching Kuroo’s ears. Your hips bucked forward, working your waist in slow delicious circles that edged both of you just right. The friction your swollen clit got from grazing his hilt urged you to close your eyes and twerk your ass cheeks, the sudden movements caused his dick to grind against the walls of your tight core, which clenched him snuggly inside you. He gasped each time you jerked and rolled your waist, bouncing up and down his cock, building a punishing speed that drove him wild and bow his back up off the bed. “Chibi-chan that’s it, fuck yourself on my cock baby.” he moaned thrusting his hip up in time to crash into yours when you thrusted your hips down, making him moan out in bliss, lolling his tongue out as your hips jackhammered down onto him. “Kurooooo, I’m gonna cum.”

He eased the pressure on your hips, his breath stuttering and sweat collecting on his brow as he watched the way you raised your body up the length of his dick and dropped onto it. Your swollen lips swallowing him deeply, convulsing around him. “Mm cum on this cock Chibi-Chan!” he growled demanding your attention and compliance. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long when you would finally come back and ride me and let me fuck you into this mattress. Ffffff fuck Natsumi.” You throw your head back as your pussy convulses and your orgasm ripples through your body. Radiating waves of intensity surging through your body sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He sits up to let you rest your forehead against his, both of you panting for breath. He laid slow soft kisses across your flushed cheeks, smoothing his hands up your back and down your sides slowly but gaining in pressure. You also feel his cock harden inside you as he starts brings his lips against your, kissing your deeply and letting your taste yourself on his tongue.

Rocking your hips in slow motions you let him take advantage and toss you into the mattress, sinking his incisors into your neck and his cock balls deep “you feel so good baby~ I wanna cum deep inside you, look at me Sumi. I want to see your face when I fill you.” He ruts into you setting the delicious pace of pulling out and pounding into your dripping cunt, the chorus of hips crashing into each other, the squelching of your wet pussy milking him, and wanton moans filled his ears. He forced his eyes closed trying to burn it all into memory. The beautiful pitch your voice took when he hit that perfect spot deep inside you, lacing his fingers with yours, he crowded your frame with his broad upper body. Balancing on his elbows he used every muscle in his thighs to push into you, bringing tears to your eyes as flashes of black and white cloud your vision, all the breath left your body as Kuroo sent you tumbling into a prolonged orgasm. A wild blissful ride rendering your body weightless, gravity no longer existed, lost in the incredible sensations coursing through your body and spasmed when Kuroo thrust almost painfully deep into you pumping you past your limit with hot ropes of cum pulsing into you. You felt warm everywhere, there was tingling under the surface of your skin, movements reduced to the speed of warm molasses. “I’ve got you Natsumi.” his voice sounded so far away but the sound was followed with gentle soothing strokes up your sides, slowly grounding you. Soon after the feeling of him caressing your cheek and feeling him planting a soft kiss on your lips brought your mind back to the present, just like he would back then. Bringing you back down to earth after fucking your soul out of your body filled him with pride knowing he still could do this to you. The bitter pangs of his heart told him that one day the person doing this wouldn’t be him. The gentle sound of your voice thanking him grasped his attention and gave him the chance to appreciate your raw beauty. The lipstick had long been kissed away revealing plump two-toned nude lips, the even tone of her golden chestnut skin and deep chocolate eyes made his sting with tears. “It’s been a long time, nostalgia’s hurting, isn’t it?” you teased reaching your arms out for him to pull himself into an embrace, sighed at the feeling of you nuzzling into him and kissing his jaw. “Seeing you like this hit hard. It’s like seeing my dreams and memories merge together and play out in front of me, yet the actual thing, still pales every single image, every thought, every memory in comparison.” Pulling back to see his face you arched an eyebrow. “oh?”

“Every time I have someone next to me, I wished it were your body warming that side of my bed instead, your curls fanned out across my pillow, your voice filling the room when you call my name, and your lips I taste when I kiss. I shouldn’t have hurt you the way I did Sumi, I’m sorry.” He breathed. You closed her eyes and hummed. This was supposed to hurt more. But it was just a dull ache of sympathy, the bond that you had with him had long frayed and snaped, well at least you hoped. You truly moved on. It was a relief and a pity. A relief that you felt nothing, a pity for him, that he was feeling everything.

“That connection had long since ended Roo, the love I feel for you now isn’t the same. That level of devotion was gone the moment you left me. Understand? I only give that out to those deserving. This was sweet, to an extent. But by no means is it a sign of any kind of romantic reconcile, ok?” his eyes swirled with remorse, and he numbly nodded. Finishing the water he gave you, you placed it on the side table as headed to the bathroom to clean yourself up in the hot shower, rinsing the feeling of him off your skin. Breathing the hot steam deep into your lungs to refocus your mind. Inwardly thanking him for not following you in there. After the shower you grab a town and dry of, return to the room finding him sitting on the bed. Looking up at you a smile flashed across his face along with a faint blush on his cheeks. “Your hair, it brings me back to when I would help you with drying it out, detangling and oiling your scalp.” You shook your head. And cast him a side glance. “And?”

“Well, it was my favourite, you know I always thought your hair was cute in those buns" he muses, she glared at him. "How childish. People grow Kuroo, I have long grown out of that. You know it was cute walking down memory lane with you, but it revealed one thing. You haven’t changed, your out here fucking girls that remind you of me, holding onto the past while I, and the rest of the world move forward. Grow up, you should try it sometime." You spat, spinning on your toes to invade his closet, boldly slamming the door and reef through the clothes for something to wear only to come up to another nostalgic discovery, with out uttering a word you grabbed the old uniform and put it on, gathering up his travel bag and rummaging through his drawers, eyes scanning every free surface. Noticing that he was not making a sound made you suspicious. “You alive?” tensing waiting for his reply.

“Yeah, just giving you space-” he was cut off when he saw the college uniform hug your curvy figure. He truly felt like if he blinked, you’d vanish, but when you realized what was going on you yanked the bundles of hair free, shaking the damp curls and sweeping them up into a messy bun letting stray strands frame your face. “I may be a vision from your memories, so take a good look. This is the last time you’ll see me like this. Once I leave this room you won’t have this chance again. So, I do hope that your ‘hoe phase’ was an enjoyable one.” you finished slipping on a pair of runners. “I really can’t believe you kept everything here, that isn’t healthy, and if you have other women wearing my things, that’s- disturbing.”

“What should I do with the clothes you came here with.”

“Burn it. Toss it, it’s of little consequence to me, my job is done.” You shrug on the travel bag on your shoulders.

“But I didn’t tell you anything, you never asked any questions. Did you even get what you needed?” Cupping his cheek to look into his eyes. “Thank you for being one of my greatest loves Kuroo, you really should stop putting yourself in danger trying to steal glances at me. Turning up in places where you think I will be or following my potential targets. You’ll end up putting a target on your back if you keep that up, I’m grown. I can handle myself.” you warned, “bye Sumi.” he closed his eyes and felt you kiss him, when he opened them again his heart sank to see the room empty, but then it sank into his belly realizing what exactly she did. Running into the walk-in closet he yanked open his draws in search of his files and the dossier. No surprise, they were all missing, the dossier, all the files including the first classified drive he had in there. Damn, He really paid her to rob him. He smiled bitterly to himself admiring the finesse. He attempted to buy time to plead his case, only to be out of luck with love, and now possibly his job.

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