#komori x reader

[haikyu-mp4]

Friend of a friend

word count; 2535 – gn!reader, very suggestive at the end, manga spoilers

Back in high school, you went to Inarizaki and chose to be a manager for the volleyball club in your second and third years. It was incredibly fun and you might have cried when they won nationals in their last spring tournament before your class graduated.

Even after graduating and going your different ways, you stayed friends with Suna and the twins, as well as some of the other players. Unfortunately, you spoke much less frequently with the others.

Being friends with those three means gossip sessions, which is why you were lying on your bed with your computer open on a video call with the guys, updating each other on the latest gossip.

“How’s the new team, Rin?” Osamu asked, making Atsumu squint with a cocky smirk as he probably immediately started comparing it to his team. Suna shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s cool. That Komori guy is nice, I never really talked to him in high school,” he said, mentioning him because Atsumu had told you guys all about the players in the All-Japan group back in your second year. And of course, everyone knew about the best high school libero of the monster generation. You let out the tiniest gasp, covering your mouth when the twins started cackling while Suna looked confused. “What?”

“We never told you?” Osamu asked Suna in particular while you were making wild gestures for him to shut up. “Y/n has had the biggest crush on Komori since our second year at Inarizaki.”

Oh, the horror. Suna’s face lit up in a way it rarely did, suddenly armed with precious information to be used against you. “Are you serious?”

“It was a high school crush, get over it!” you yelled as if the blush on your cheeks was not giving you away.

“You were practically drooling.” Atsumu accused you and if you could punch him through the screen, you would.

“Miya, I swear to god-” but Atsumu knew you couldn’t reach him, so he smirked and kept that big mouth talking.

“When we were at nationals that year, the two of us went off to go watch Itachiyama.” he started, but you interrupted him.

“Because Tsumu wanted to stare at Sakusa,” you mumbled, already giving up on making him withhold any information.

“I was scoping out the competition! Anyways, one look at Komori was all it took before I was punched way too hard in my shoulder and forced to give up any information I had,” he explained, making it as dramatic as he could for Atsumu-purposes and clutching his upper arm as if he could still feel it.

“Reeeally?” Suna cooed. “From what I can tell, he’s single.”

Osamu had his mic off as he was in the kitchen making food, leaving you to the two worst ones. “This is why ‘Samu is my favourite,” you mumbled. He gave the camera a thumbs up and a wink, still leaving you to your own defences.

“Is he the one getting you a date with your lifelong crush?” Suna asked rhetorically, phone whipped out in the corner of his screen making your face go pale.

“No, but neither are you!” you yelled, hoping it was somewhat threatening, but it sounded more desperate. “And who said lifelong? I hate you.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” he finally said, but the way he was side-eyeing the screen while Atsumu smirked told you this was not over yet.

Fortunately, weeks went by without you hearing anything else about any supposed date. Komori did come up in conversation now and then, which you appreciated when it wasn’t just so they could tease you. You could feel the crush blossoming again every time Suna told you about their adventures in volleyball and it felt somewhat nostalgic.

Should you give in and ask Suna for his number?

This is what you were wondering as you walked through the city, barely dodging bikes that tried to run over you while you daydreamed. The better option is probably giving in, but you preferred admiring him from far (far) away rather than facing the possible rejection. You pushed the door to the cafe where you’re meeting Suna, before huffing as you realised it said pull. Good start to the day for sure. When you finally got inside, you were muttering under your breath as your friend’s laughter rang in your ears.

“Shut up!” you barked at him before sitting down. He already ordered two hot chocolates when you said you were on your way.

“What’s got you so scatterbrained?” he asked, leaning his arms on the table.

You glared at him over your hands, which you were leaning on. “How to secretly perform a lobotomy on my enemy while he’s sleeping,” you answered, but your ears still burned red knowing what was actually on your mind.

“So you weren’t thinking about a certain teammate of mine?” Suna asked, wiggling his eyebrows. However, he looked genuinely surprised when you just leaned back down on your hands, not denying it. “Wait, you were?”

“Why am I friends with you?” you whine, finally sitting up to sip your hot chocolate in hopes that it would fix all your problems.

Suna smirked, hearing the bell ring over the door of the cafe. “I can think of a few reasons,” he said quickly before lifting his hand in greeting, making you whip your head in the direction of the entrance. To your horror, there stood none other than Komori Motoya. “Motoya!”

The libero smiled kindly, making your heart skip a beat as he walked over to you two. “Sunarin! What’s up?” he asked.

“Just catching up with this lovely person,” he said, throwing you a devilish grin. Komori turned to you, bowing lightly to greet you as well.

“Right, Suna told me about you. Komori Motoya.”

“Hi,” you said, feeling shy as you told him your name as well. As if you didn’t already know his name. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to think too much about how you said finally. “And you.” With that, Komori smiled and excused himself to order his coffee. This gave you some time to soundlessly curse at Suna, until you had to plaster a smile back on your face when he came back over, sitting down for a moment while waiting for his name to be called. “You were friends from high school, right?”

“Yes.” You glanced at Suna for help, words stuck in your throat. “I was a manager for the volleyball team.”

Komori made a sound of realisation like he finally put two and two together. “I thought I knew your face from somewhere!” he said, memories flooding back of the game in their last year of high school where they faced off against Inarizaki. “The pretty manager who got scolded by the referee for being too loud.”

You laughed at the memory, looking at Suna to see if he remembered as well and somehow managing to overlook that he called you pretty. “That’s the one,” Suna said, confirming that he did.

“You beat us in the semifinal,” Komori added. “Rin said you saw another one of our games at nationals once.”

“Not just once,” you chuckled before realising what you said and shutting up immediately. Both of the boys chuckled as well, one to ease your embarrassment and one to embarrass you more.

“Komori!” the barista yelled, relieving you at the perfect time. The man stood up and got his drink before coming back over but not sitting down. “I’ve got to go, but let’s meet again sometime, yeah?” he asked, directing the last half at you more than his teammate.

“Yeah,” you agreed, putting as much effort as you could into giving him your best smile. He bowed quickly before turning on his heel and leaving with a final goodbye.

Your eyes went straight to your friend, squinting. The second the cafe door closed, he burst out laughing, trying to not be loud and disturb others. “Not just once!” he mocked, making you bury your face in your hands. “You’re so hopeless at this.”

Let’s just say Suna told the twins how that went over your next video call, so now you’re watching them laugh at you as well, begging any existing god for it to stop and to just bury you already. After a few minutes, the laughing and teasing cooled off. “Well, now it’s my turn to step in,” Atsumu announced, and once again they got to watch the colour drain from your face.

“Step in? There will be no stepping in.” you stuttered.

“This Friday, I’m hosting a private party,” he said like a rich man from some movie. “And let’s just say you’ll enjoy the guest list, y/n.”

You bury your face into your mattress, pressing a pillow over your head. “Please, anyone. End my misery!”

But who are you to deny a good party? It’s just for fun, nothing interesting.

Nothing interesting at all- the thought drifted off into nothing as you watched Sakusa and Komori walk through the door. You chuckled to yourself at how Sakusa seemed to already turn around and try to escape when he saw there were more people there. From the corner of the room, where you previously chatted with Atsumu before he had to answer the door, you watched them. While calmly sipping your drink and leaning against the wall, you observed how sweet Komori acted, turning Sakusa back around and urging him to stay.

However, you should never let your guard down when you’re friends with a Miya. Next thing you knew, all the previously mentioned guys were looking where Atsumu pointed; right at you. In a fight or flight moment, your eyes widened and you escaped into the crowd before Komori could even see you properly. What a classy reaction!

The party went on and you danced with a couple of people you knew from here and there. It was a decent party, you had to admit Miya was good at hosting. Lucky you also crossed paths with a smirking Suna at the edge of the living room turned dance floor. “You truly are the image of grace,” he teased, and you glared in betrayal.

“Thank you,” you answered instead of arguing, moving along with the beat. Suna still seemed smug, and you felt a sense of deja vu when he lifted his hand and yelled ‘Motoya!’ over the loud music. “Have I told you that you’re the worst?” you asked in your sweetest voice before using some liquid courage to turn around to your undeniable crush with a drawn-out ‘heeey’.

“Hey, I was hoping I’d find you,” he responded, a hand caressing your upper arm because some people were pushing. “Where did Suna go?” he asked, glancing up once or twice before settling his gaze on you.

“I asked him to call on you, actually,” you lied, choosing fight instead of flight for once. After all, you had downed a cup or two of mixed alcohol since earlier.

“Really?” Komori smiled and you naturally copied it, albeit a bit more dazed. “Why?” he started moving with you to the music, his hand stroking down your arm and finding its place on your waist.

You didn’t answer him with anything more than a flirty smile and sheepish shrug, stepping closer to him and getting lost in the music while you dared to. If Suna was so insistent on him perceiving you, you didn’t want to seem like some loser with a childish crush.

Eventually, the song changed and you looked down into your now empty cup with a small pout. You left it on the closest surface and turned to Komori. “Should we go somewhere quieter?” you asked, pointing towards the stairs. When he agreed, you loosely grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs, looking around for a moment before realising the only good options were the bedroom or the balcony. “Bedroom or balcony?” you asked without thinking much about what it might seem like.

Did he look nervous? Komori was fiddling with his empty plastic cup and didn’t meet your eyes, biting his lip as he looked at the door to the bedroom. “Don’t you think it would be occupied?”

You shrugged and walked over to the door, pulling on the handle and swinging the door open only to find an empty albeit a bit messy room. Turning back to him, you knew your cheeks were burning. It’s just from the alcohol… “Coast is clear.” Komori followed you inside before closing the door behind you, hesitating for a moment before deciding not to lock it. What if that scared you off? What if he misunderstood? The two of you ended up facing each other in the middle of the floor, both thinking too much to make the first move. You weren’t sure if you pulled him upstairs for anything specific, you honestly just wanted to talk to him more now that you had the chance. And guts.

Komori accidentally dropped the empty cup he had been fiddling with and winced, seemingly spurring into action from that little movement alone. “You’re gorgeous.”

You looked at him wide eyed before the words just fell out of your mouth. “I have a huge crush on you.”

A breathy chuckle left his lips and it brushed over your face because he was so close, yet he was seemingly moving even closer by the second. “Sunarin told me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, cursing your best friend in your mind until you feel Komori’s hands land on your hips more confidently. “I hate him,” you informed him in a whisper. The little space between you felt like it wouldn’t fit anything louder.

“I don’t,” he answered with a small grin before he kissed you, making your arms automatically loop around his neck to pull him closer. You kissed him back with the lust of every wandering thought you had of him the last few years, and he kissed you back with the passion of someone who wasn’t used to being the crush with a cousin like Kiyoomi. When the back of your legs hit the bed, you lay back and pulled him with you, feeling one of his hands slide under your shirt, which you had no intention of stopping.

Suna wasn’t sure if he was happy or not with the sounds coming from Atsumu’s bedroom when he went looking for you. He was glad his plan worked out but he did not need the mental image that came with you moaning his teammate’s name. Is it possible to rinse your brain? Also, Atsumu would act so mad about you doing whatever in his bed before you ‘snuck’ out of the party hand in hand with Komori.

And Osamu would hear all about it in the morning when you came to get food wearing an EJP Raijin sweatshirt. He’d tell you having you there on your derailed walk of shame was bad for business, but still let you sit there and babble about how great Komori was, both in bed and after.

At least you were happy, and that made them happy too.

masterlist

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[semifilms]

SEMI, ATSUMU, suna, aran, kita, TSUKISHIMA, SAKUSA, komori, KONOHA, hoshiumi, kageyama, IWAIZUMI, DAICHI, (kiyoomi), kuroo, YAKU, kiyoko

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[clubkira]

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

── FIANCÉ!JNT / FEM!READER SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

my one and only all my life!

꒰ premise ꒱ : the nhk’s special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup’s future wives-to-be!

꒰ content ꒱ : haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. mini-series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

series soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

⁞ ‘✎ — vie’s love letter ؛ ଓ series updates irregularly. extremely suggestive at times (no explicit smut). mentions / allusions to sex or intimacy. sfw + fluff.

꒰ haikyuu!! masterlist. ꒱

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (01)

⌗ relationship advice with ; atsumu miya. rintarou suna. wakatoshi ushijima. shoyo hinata.

the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (02)

⌗ truth or drink with ; koutarou bokuto. morisuke yaku. kiyoomi sakusa. tobio kageyama.

the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (03)

⌗ would you rather with ; motoya komori. kourai hoshiumi. aran ojiro. kenma kozume.

due to popular demand, the nhk has organized another live special with the monster generation’s fiancées! tune in for this segment of would you rather + a surprise game with our special sponsor! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (04)

⌗ QnA with ; tetsurou kuroo. hajime iwaizumi.

the fiancées of the jnt’s staff get a turn in the limelight in an all new special broadcast, a couples QnA spanning their several happy years of romance together! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (05)

⌗ reading thirst tweets with ; tobio kageyama. wakatoshi ushijima. kourai hoshiumi.

this nhk segment is brought to you by the schweiden alders! thirst tweets with the jnt alder members, but not of them— they’ll be reacting to thirsts for their fiancées! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (06)

⌗ two truths and a lie with ; shoyo hinata. atsumu miya. koutarou bokuto. kiyoomi sakusa.

with the jnt’s msby members comes two truths and a lie! it's a battle between two lovers; who knows the other better? ❤︎

── ONESHOTS .ᐟ

coming soon !

── EXTRAS .ᐟ

HEY, FUTURE HUSBAND . . . ( ASK EVENT )

⌗ event status : closed!

FIANCÉE’S JOBS

⌗ answered ask !

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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[lumiinix]

Girls drool over him at the beach, giggling and ogling at the sight of his toned biceps and hard abs, they all began to bashed their eyelashes and swirl their hair, hoping to get his attention only to get visibly disappointed when he only walks pass them, didn’t even spare them a glance as he walks up to you, giving you a kiss on the lips when you tipped toed at him. He didn’t even notice these girls where looking at him when he only has eyes for you.

- Hinata, Kageyama, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Suna (he doesn’t care), Komori, Hoshiumi.

A.N: Imma just proofread this later (maybe)

#lumi:post! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #hq #kageyama x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hinata x reader #ushijima x reader #suna x reader #komori x reader #hoshiumi x reader #ushijima imagine #kageyama imagine #suna imagines #iwaizumi imagine #bokuto imagines #1000 likes

[kitasgloves]

hq characters reacting to you rizzing them up

Freaks out because they were not expecting you to rizz them:

Hinata, Yachi, Yamaguchi, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Semi, Aran, Hirugami

Fist-pumps the air:

Nishinoya, Goshiki, Komori

Ignores you but is blushing profusely:

Tsukishima, Kenma, Shirabu, Suna, Sakusa

Starts a rizz competition:

Yaku, Oikawa, Atsumu, Hoshiumi

Just stare at you because they don't know what to say:

Kageyama, Asahi, Daichi, Akaashi, Ushijima, Osamu, Kita

Will ask for your hand in marriage:

Bokuto, Tendou

"Oh someone's getting rizzy up in here"

Sugawara, Kuroo, Hanamaki, Matsukawa

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #yachi x reader #hinata x reader #yamaguchi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #konoha x reader #semi x reader #aran x reader #hirugami x reader #nishinoya x reader #goshiki x reader #komori x reader #tsukishima x reader #kenma x reader #shirabu x reader #suna x reader #sakusa x reader #yaku x reader #oikawa x reader #atsumu x reader #hoshiumi x reader #kageyama x reader #asahi x reader #daichi x reader #akaashi x reader #ushijima x reader #osamu x reader #kita x reader #bokuto x reader

[avocadotoasting]

most attractive quirks and traits to haikyuu characters; grab bag

sugawara, nishinoya, yaku, aone, oikawa, hinata, akaashi, atsumu, komori, hirugami

sfw | gn reader | fluff

sugawara

he does like someone that gets along well with children, him being around them a lot himself, but what’s most attractive to him is someone that can make kids laugh. he loves when someone really lets their goofy side come out just to make kids smile. it gives him a good laugh too.

nishinoya

being an adventurer, nishinoya loves people that have a mind just as, if not more, open than his own. what really strikes him is when someone is actively a daredevil, willing to try anything once just because. he loves creating experiences with others, especially if they’re experiences that are once in a lifetime.

yaku

yaku is gregarious and not afraid to take up space or be loud. he laughs openly and loudly when something delights him, and something that always gets him cracking up is when someone is trying to tell a joke, but can’t stop laughing while telling it. what others might find frustrating, yaku finds very endearing, and usually even funnier than the joke itself.

aone

aone has a discerning eye when it comes to his surroundings. when he notices someone that goes out of their way to pick up trash or unpleasantries around that others may miss or ignore, he finds his heart warm. typically only he catches these eyesores, but he has a deep appreciation for any courteous soul who would also go out of their way. he wonders what other hidden delights hide in that person’s character.

oikawa

something about oikawa is drawn to strong opposition, likely because of his competitive nature. he loves when someone challenges him, and finds a lot of fun in playing games, having light-hearted debates and arguments, anything that invites someone to take him on. he sees it as a sign of confidence, and confidence is something he finds deeply attractive.

hinata

no stranger to self expression, hinata loves to find other like-minded individuals that are unapologetically themselves. especially people that don’t care who see them dancing in public if music is playing--there’s something so freeing and lovely to see someone deeply enjoying themselves and music; watching the whole ordeal could practically put him under a spell.

akaashi

having a non-stop train of thought can be an unfortunate burden for akaashi, so when he is around someone that loves to tell stories and wax poetic for hours at a time just so he can submerge his mind into someone else is soothing to him. not to mention, it gives him great opportunity to make mental notes about someone he may want to hold dear.

atsumu

he shared everything his whole life, which makes atsumu a little territorial of his things, meals, clothes, and whatever else. but something about someone that always offers to share no matter what it is really warms his heart--he’d been forced to share so much he finds it charming when someone is so willing to do that without provocation.

komori

komori can’t quite explain it. he’s really into sweaters--he loves when someone wears lots of sweaters and warm clothes, especially ones with corny patterns or graphics. as active as he is, his favorite way to unwind is a good cuddle on the couch, and it’s hard to resist nuzzling into a plush blanket or sweater.

hirugami

hirugami, despite his depth, has simple needs in a partner. he really loves people that love animals. hirugami does have a small preference for dogs above the rest, but any animal lover is more than capable of showing a side of vulnerability he really treasures. he’d also really like to play with their pets (if they don’t mind, of course.)

#sugawara x reader #nishinoya x reader #yaku x reader #aone x reader #oikawa x reader #hinata x reader #akaashi x reader #atsumu x reader #komori x reader #hirugami x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #toast.headcanons #gn reader #haikyuu x you

[box-of-roses]

Sooo…..I have been dragged back into the Haikyu fandom. Send some requests lovelies <3

#haikyu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #tendo x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #sakusa x reader #komori x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

[moonbeamwritings]

The mad dash begins as soon as the front door to your shared apartment clicks shut. Motoya’s footsteps race into the kitchen, pattering against the tile as he slings his EJP jacket across one of the chairs at the kitchen counter. 

He pecks a kiss to your hair. “Hi babe.” And another one. “Bye babe.”

He stops for only a second to slip out of a single shoe, leaving it at the opening to the hallway like a volleyball-playing Cinderella. You hear the dull clunk of the other shoe somewhere farther down; you guess somewhere near the bedroom.

“‘M goin’ out with Kiyoomi and the guys tonight!” He calls from down the hall, closet door sliding open as he does. Last week he made plans with his cousin and their old volleyball friends to go out for dinner and grab a few drinks, catch up a little. And now, tonight’s the night.

“I know!”

“You gonna be okay for dinner, sweets? I can bring you somethin’ home.”

“I’m cooking up some stir fry now! Don’t worry about me, ‘Toya.”

He grumbles something you don’t quite catch, and then shouts to ask, “Babe, do you know where my plaid shirt is? The blue one?”

You think it over as the vegetables sizzle on the stovetop. You hadn’t seen it in the hamper, and you can’t remember the last time you saw it in the closet. Shrugging, you reply, “Uhh, no baby. I don’t. Did you check your drawers, too?”

The sounds of drawers opening and closing travels down the hallway. And then, “It’s not here.”

“Hmm, then sorry, I don’t know.”

Motoya sighs and picks another shirt. It’s not that big a deal, but he had been itching to wear that shirt. Maybe when he had more time, he could really look for it. He retraces his steps to pick up his discarded sneakers before dropping them into your bedroom and grabbing his jacket. And as he shrugs into it, Motoya pads back down the hallway, stopping right before he reaches the kitchen. 

He takes a moment to drink you in, admiring your soft curves and the gentle way you flit from one counter to the other, chopping vegetables and adding ingredients to the wok. But as his eyes drag down the line of your neck, he notices something. Something... peculiar.

A familiar blue plaid shirt hangs off of one shoulder, exposing smooth skin and the thin strap of your tank top. With flushed cheeks and a rapidly beating heart, Motoya comes up behind you to worm his arms around your waist and press his chest into your back, to push a smirk into the crook of your neck.

Before he says anything, he kisses your skin, right where your neck meets your shoulder. His voice is low and even as he says, “This shirt looks familiar, hmm? Thought you didn’t know where it was?”

Your hands still, gaze flickering down to his arms, weaved around well-worn, navy blue plaid. “Oh, Motoya, I’m sorry. I wasn’t even thinking.”

“Mm,” he presses closer to peck your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your skin when he pulls away, “It’s okay. Looks better on you anyway.”

“Honey,” you warn, “you’re gonna be late.”

A kiss lands right against your temple. “Don’t wanna leave.”

You turn in his arms to cradle his cheek. “Well, I don’t want to hear your cousin complain. So, go.”

Motoya rolls his eyes and leans in to finally press a chaste kiss to your lips. “Alright, alright. I’m goin’.”

At the door, he gives you a long look, like a sad puppy guilting its owner into staying home. He pouts, and you step closer to kiss him again. “Go. I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

“Will you save me some stir fry?”

You sigh, fixing him with a knowing smile. “I already made extra.”

With one last peck, he beams. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. See you when you get home.”

#komori x reader #komori imagine #komori motoya x reader #komori motoya imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq x reader #hq imagine #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

[whatisreggieshortfor]

His Jacket

Komori x reader

Your mom had decided to make you go through your childhood bedroom- make piles of what could be donated or thrown away, pack up what you wanted to take back to your own place.

That was how you found it.

Tucked into the back corner of your closet.

Your ex’s high school volleyball jacket.

You hadn’t spoken since the break up, a mutual but painful experience, when you and your high school sweetheart realized life was taking you different ways. He was getting recruited, you were going off to university. You didn’t want to hold him back, it was the last thing you’d ever do, so you let him go. And he did the same.

You slipped the jacket on, even though the color scheme always made you laugh. Yellow and green were such brightly colored choices, but you had always thought he made it look good. It didn’t smell like him anymore, which made sense. It had been in your closet for over four years. But you could still remember it when you closed your eyes and tried hard enough. You knew you should return it, but it hugged your shoulders the same as it used even though you’d grown a bit more, it made you feel like you still had him.

So you kept it on.

You packed up the rest of what you wanted, stowed it in your car, and made the trip back home. Unfortunately, you went about the rest of your day forgetting you had it on. Like when you left your apartment to grab a coffee after moving the boxes.

It was such a simple lapse in judgement, thinking about the distance between Tokyo and Kanagawa and Shizuoka City, you shouldn’t have run into anyone that knew who the jacket belonged to. But then again, life was never easy.

“Aye, Sakusa, look! It’s someone from your alma mater!”

You closed your eyes, deeply breathing and praying there was someone else here in the school colors but too afraid to look. The deep voice you knew well drifting over, “I’m surprised you know what alma mater means, Miya.”

“Wha- I know things!”

“Knowing things doesn’t just mean being able to hit on random strangers and managing a number less than half the time.”

“Wha- Omi!”

Maybe they’d keep arguing and forget about you. Maybe they would leave you alone.

But again, life is never that easy.

Slumped in your chair, staring down at your mug, you could’ve almost ignored the presence that appeared at the other side of your table, but he’d always had such a commanding aura.

“I thought that was you.”

“Hi, Kiy- Sakusa.” You cringed internally, hating that even all these years later you had the urge to use his first name, “It’s, uh, it’s good to see you.”

His dark eyes stared at you, most of his face still hidden behind his mask like it was in high school, “I wasn’t expecting to run into you… we’re here for a match.” You nodded, lips pursed as the two of you tried to navigate small talk after so many years. Just as you opened your mouth, it was like he read your mind, “He’s doing okay. Figured you’d want to know considering…” he gestured vaguely at the jacket you wished you had remembered to take off.

“Yeah… was hoping he was doing well.”

“Omi-Omi! We need to get to the gym!”

Rolling his eyes, Sakusa went to leave, but froze, “I know you think I didn’t care for your company in high school, but you were… tolerable.” You snorted and could see his eyes crinkle behind the mask like he was smiling, “You were good for him. It’s not my place, but it might be time to reach out again.”

He was following his teammates through the door before you could reply, only for the smaller one with orange hair to run back inside, “Hi! Sakusa wanted to invite you to the next game but didn’t want to walk back in where there were so many people. We play tonight against VC Kanagawa, he’s gonna leave your name on the list, okay?” You had to laugh as he ran back out before you could say anything.

Even if they stayed for your reply, it’s not like you were gonna go.

You were there. Unsure what led you to the decision, it was like you were on autopilot until you found yourself outside the gym, and then suddenly you were frozen with the ticket in hand.

What were you honestly doing here? It’s not like you avoided volleyball since high school graduation and the break up, in fact you had managed your uni team, but you had never ventured so closely into his territory. This wasn’t just the game of a friend from high school, this was his cousin. How could you come here when you hadn’t reached out? Hadn’t spoken since you left his home to cry yourself to sleep in bed nearly five years ago?

You were knocked out of your head by someone stumbling up behind you and thumping into your back, “Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t… see you…”

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You also didn’t need to turn around to know he knew who you were. But you turned slowly all the same, finally seeing him in person again, “Hey M- hey Komori. I guess I should’ve expected to see you when Sakusa invited me to the game.”

The smile he gave you was tinged with sadness, “No more Motoya, huh? Never thought we’d get to that day, Y/N.”

You gave a small laugh, “Neither did I. Ya know, I’ve been tracking you- I mean your team, obviously I mean your team.”

His smile changed to that big grin that used to make your heart melt- that still made your heart melt, “My mom has kept in touch with yours, so I guess I’ve been tracking you too. Accountant at a law firm, huh?”

You made a face, “Yes. Get yelled all day about spending by the people doing the spending and claiming it has to do with cases when it rarely does.”

His laugh was so refreshing, like you hadn’t heard a sound that beautiful in all those years, “You know you could always contact that old friend of yours from Nekoma- Kuroo, remember? He works for the JVA now. Maybe they need accountants.”

“Yeah, he’s tried to recruit me.” You laughed, before it faded and you struggled to smile as big, “I didn’t want to tread on your territory.”

Komori gave you a look that seemed to cross between empathetic and confused, “Since when was this only ever my territory? Far back as I can remember, you were always here with me.” You gaped, floundering for something, but he just slowly took your hand, “Are you seeing anyone?” You opened your mouth, but couldn’t force the sound out, so you shook your head. “Mind letting me take you for a drink after the game then? I know it’s been a while, but you’ve just…”

“Always been on your mind?” You ventured, and when he nodded you squeezed his hand, “You’ve always been on mine, too, Motoya. I would really like to get a drink with you.”

He grinned again, “Kiyoomi told me he found you wearing my jacket, by the way.”

“That rat!”

Sakusa smirked when he saw the two of you sitting together in the stands.

And he smirked again a few years later when he stood next to the two of you as Komori’s best man.

Masterlist

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hihi, headcanons about haikyuu boys meeting your family please. Include any characters you want, I only ask for Kunimi to be involved :))

QUIII hello. I hope this lives up to your expectations😌💕I went with meeting the WHOLE family, I hope that's okay!

Haikyuu!! Boys Meeting Your Family

Characters: Washio, Akaashi, Kunimi, Iwaizumi, Hoshiumi, Komori, Numai and Suna

Warnings: Second hand embarrassment (honestly it could've been worse),  dads trying (some succeeding, some failing) to be intimidating, use of father/mother, siblings, aunt/uncle, grandparents & cousins.

Washio Tatsuki:

Honestly- you’re like 98% sure you’re family is more scared of him than he is of them LOL

Your dad opens up the door, expecting to scare off the ‘punk’ his daughter dragged home and is instead met with the most intimidating stare he’s ever had to lock eyes with.

You really almost lost your composure as you saw your dad’s eyes widen before he cleared his throat and introduced himself, your boyfriend politely introducing himself and shaking your father’s hand.

You watched as one by one your family members all reacted to your tall, stoic and intimidating boyfriend.

You started to get worried they really would be too intimidated by him to be normal until-

Your little cousin tugged on Washio’s pant leg, and you saw the short flash of panic in his gaze.

Washio wasn’t scared of kids, actually he loved them.

…he just didn’t have the best track record with them liking him.

“...up..” your cousin was only 2, so in his fearless little brain he just sees someone tall and thinks ‘fun’.

Your family watches with mixed reactions, waiting to see how he’d react.

He looked over to you, and when you nodded that it was okay, he bent down and gently picked the child up, cracking a small smile when your cousin giggled.

You’re sure you saw hearts in your aunts eyes- too bad auntie, he’s yours >:)

If that didn’t win him over, then his offer to wash dishes after dinner did them in.

Safe to say, your boyfriend has become a treasured member of the family and if you two break up…they may never forgive you.

Akaashi Keiji:

He is stressed.

What if they don’t like what he wears? What if they think he’s too quiet? What if he tries to talk more to be less quiet but he says stupid things? What if-

“Keiji, baby, you’re spiraling again…aren't you?”

Akaashi is a great guy, you know it, fukurodani knows it, and you know your family is going to love him.

You just wish he could know how great he is too- maybe he wouldn’t be fiddling with his hands and borderline pacing outside of your front door.

He tenses up when your father pats his back and ushers him inside, but he gets himself together enough to properly introduce himself.

You hide your laugh as your dad sneaks an impressed glance your way, “covertly” giving you a thumbs up as he takes him to meet the family.

Back off dad- you saw him first✋🙄

Just as expected, everyone is absolutely enthralled with your boyfriend. He’s smart, handsome, humble AND athletic- 

He blows everyone's socks off when he gives intelligent and sensical input during one of the conversations during dinner.

Where did you find this guy- harvard?!

They don’t even try to hide how impressed they are, giving you a wonderful view of the pinkness of Akaashi’s ears and the little throat clear he does before returning to his meal.

You are gonna have to establish your dominance in your family since several people have stated “if you two break up- we’re keeping him, you can go.”

Kunimi Akira:

“Are you ready to meet them?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

He seemed cool as a cucumber, like the thought of meeting your whole family didn’t terrify him just a little.

You knew better though, he had been stressing about it since you had asked him.

The initial meetings go over well enough, he gives short answers but doesn't outwardly appear annoyed or smug towards them.

More so he just has on his usual face of complete and total indifference.

One of your relatives says something minorly offensive? Doesn't phase him one bit.

One of your little cousins runs head first into his leg? No reaction.

Your family begins to wonder if he's capable of such feelings at all.

And then you bring up the time you watched kindaichi whack his head on a door frame and it happens-

As bright as day for the whole table to see a smile broke out on his face as he shook his head, muttering a 'that idiot'.

He was a tough nut to crack but you knew that with time, he was gonna fit in just fine.

Now to make sure they don't ever discover how lazy he is…

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Is there a better guy to bring home? You're really not sure there is.

He's respectful, returns your fathers handshake with an equal (if not greater) amount of force, has good conversation with your aunts and grandma, and gets on great with your siblings.

You can tell your dad is trying not to like him- it's obvious with the scowl he has on and the twitch his eyebrow does every time iwaizumi says something he can't refute.

You know it's over when your boyfriend brings up sports- something your father is quite the fan of. It's really over when they find out they like the same team.

Safe to say he manages to win over your entire family within 30 minutes, and when he’s gearing up to leave has like 3 different people inviting him to the next event.

After the meeting you are constantly being bugged about him- when is he coming over next? Is Hajime going to be there? When are you two going to get married?

Actually you’re starting to wonder if they like him more than you…

Scratch that, you know the answer- but admitting it would boost your boyfriend’s ego, so better not.

Hoshiumi Korai:

By law he's a menace to society- now is no different. 

It all seems to go well at first; he's surprisingly humble when introducing himself (he only mentioned volleyball like twice), he doesn't say anything super offensive and he seems to be behaving himself.

And then it happens..the inevitable mention of his height- or rather lack thereof.

Your aunt and uncle show up a little late- understandably so since they're kids were still little.

Their oldest child is 7, which means he's old enough to converse but not quite old enough to know that some thoughts should stay just that- a thought.

You really thought this would go over without incident- it had been 30 minutes and he hadn't done anything questionable!

Then your cousin walked right up to him, cocked his head to the side and said those dreadful words-

"Aren't you short for a volleyball player? I thought they had to be tall."

You could've sworn you watched a VEIN pop on his forehead, and before you could react you heard it, the "HUUUHHHH?!?!"

He began his rant- only to have it muffled when you slapped your hand over his mouth, calmly asking your cousin not to mention his…stature.

Komori Motoya: 

Is it possible for someone NOT to like him? You weren't sure, and you hoped tonight wouldn't be the night you got proved wrong.

You couldn't tell if he was genuinely excited or trying to cope with his nervousness- but he seemed legitimately happy to be meeting them.

Your fathers intimidation tactics? No effect

The overwhelming amount of interactions from your mom, grandma and aunts? He happily engages in conversation(s).

Jumpy little energetic cousins? Plays with them and becomes their new favorite person.

If someone in your family didn't like him they sure were good at hiding it cause by the end of the night your dad is laughing at his jokes, your mom is cooing over his endearing stories of you, and when he leaves literally everyone is begging you never to break up with him.

If he ever misses a family gathering in the future you are immediately hounded with "where is he?!" Like you're not standing right there smh🙄

Numai Kazuma: 

He's a nervous wreck- his words not mine.

"H-hi, sir! I'm Numai Kazuma!" You watched as the hand he stuck out for a handshake shook just a teeny tiny bit.

Your dad nodded, introduced himself and shook your boyfriend's hand- a little harder than necessary might I add.

Your dad clapped him on the back and invited him inside.

You had warned numai before hand that your dad can be…a little too protective. You know he had good intentions- he wants you to be safe and happy!

But he can be a bit much, and now was no exception.

Your dad lead him into the living room where all the men in the family were waiting. 

You watched as his face blanched, quickly turning to you for immediate assistance.

Knowing not even you could stop this interrogation from happening, you just shrugged and let him know you'd be right back, quickly exiting to build your "save my boyfriend" squad.

Once your cool aunt, siblings and grandmother had gathered, you all dragged Numai into the kitchen where they all began to absolutely rave about your "handsome strong young man!" Of a boyfriend.

So yeah- after being scared straight by your father, he gains a fanclub that will never stop asking you questions about him.

Suna Rintaro: 

I don't know if trainwreck is the right word…but it certainly comes close.

Its not like he did anything bad per se, for the majority of the evening he was being his normal stoic quiet self.

All in all he was behaving himself- or he did for most of the evening anyway.

Although he comes across as the 'super respectful and stand up guy' at his core suna is still a lord of chaos- intent on witnessing the twins' mischief and dedicated to getting anything and everything on film.

So who was he to not laugh when your toddler cousin happened to trip on air and face plant?!

To make it slightly better…he wasn't the only one who laughed, your family just didn't expect your quiet reclusive boyfriend to bust out laughing when your cousin tripped.

By the end of the night at least 90% of your family is ready to adopt him as one; your grandparents, aunts/uncles, cousins and your mom/siblings all love him.

Your dad? He's not so sure…

#washio x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #akaashi x reader #kunimi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hoshiumi x reader #komori x reader #numai x reader #suna x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #fukurodani #inarizaki #itatchiyama #kamomedai #nohebi #aoba johsai

[jamminlocks]

CUTE??? {Komori fic}

Tags: F/M, komori motoya x reader, komori motoya & reader, komori motoya x oc, komori motoya & oc, humor, fluff, funny, Komori centric fic, POV third person, Komori Motoya is a mess, original characters are unnamed and not described other than their vibes and player number, not beta read, oneshot Word count: 2106 Summary: amongst a crowd of volleyball players walking around the gymnasium, Komori bumps into someone while he is looking for Sakusa and Iizuna. A/N: in the haikyuu timeline, this is set at the interhigh tournament after Karasuno lost to Aoba Johsai. i will come back and edit this [ao3]

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It’s day two of the interhigh national tournament and all four courts are still in the middle of a game.  Everything is lively, from the games on the court to the audience on the bleachers. The different cheers are loud and its echoes fill the gymnasium. It's almost distracting enough for Motoya to focus on the game in front of him when the crowd watching from another court is getting all riled up. He sits on the bleachers along with the rest of his team. Kiyoomi sitting right beside him. The game in front of them being Matsukawa Tech vs Inarizaki, barely in the middle of the second set. 

Much like last year, the cheering on Inarizaki's side was grand and hostile. Motoya feels bad for everyone serving in Matsukawa, going through the unpleasant feeling of getting boo-ed at. It's already bad enough that they are six points behind Inarizaki but they seem to be catching up when a wall of their blockers scores, blocking a spike from Ojiro Aran no less.

He wanted to watch a little longer. After all, Inarizaki is a team Itachiyama has an eye on for many reasons. Matsukawa Tech also had their best server in the current rotation. As a libero, Motoya needs to understand how they play for him to know how to best receive. But, he'd like to drink something that isn't water before a game, maybe go to the restroom and wash up. It will save him from Kiyoomi's commanding scowl when he asked if he had washed his hands.  

Motoya excuses himself. As he stand, Iizuna-san, who is sitting behind him, asks "where are you going?" 

"I'm gonna try to find some Potari sweat and go to the restroom." 

"Oh, I'll come with you. I actually want to see what they have on the t-shirt stalls." 

"I'll come, too." Kiyoomi said, still focused on the game. 

"You want to go to the restroom, too?" Motoya said, hinting it to something which Kiyoomi doesn't like by side-eyeing him.

"I want to see Shiatorizawa's match up close," his cousin coldly states. 

Motoya scans the occupied courts, the match with Shiratorizawa is way on the other side. If they're quick on their feet, they won't mess much. Not feeling the need to tease his cousin any further, he waits for their captain and his cousin to stand and they all excuse themselves from their team as they walk out of the lined seats. Letting Iizuna-san lead the way. "Let's get going," he said to them.

"Who are Shiratorizawa up against?" Motoya asked, padding the pocket of his sports jacket, checking if he had left some money in them. It had enough money for a drink.

"It's Chikuida," Kiyoomi said, not a hint of enthusiasm for the mentioned team. They're not a powerhouse like Shiratorizawa or Itachiyama, nor are they newcomers to the national tournament.

"They're back this year?" Motoya said, somewhat excited. "Good luck to them I guess." And good luck is all he could wish for them. Much as he likes for the tables to turn to Chikuida's favor and for something fresh and new on the tournament brackets, he doubts they could actually beat Shiratorizawa, especially against Ushijima-san’s spikes. It is an exciting thought if they can. When they walk up to the game in question, it, too, is at its second set, which is already impressive given Shiratorizawa won both sets the day before. "Wow, they're even so far," Iizuna-san pointed to the scoreboard, displaying 10-11. In that moment, Chikuida scored from a spike from their opposite hitter sticking directly on the line, changing the score, 11-11.

They watched without seating on the bleachers and out of the way from where people were walking. The game flows with the two teams basically interchanging points, continuously neck and neck. Then, Chikuida is ahead of Shiratorizawa by four points. Kiyoomi leans a little closer. Motoya notices and he snickers a little. As per-usual, Sakusa Kiyoomi gets agitated at the possibility that another team is inching closer to the level of powerhouse schools.

Iizuna-san waves for Motoya to come with him then turns to Kiyoomi. "Sakusa, I'll go ahead with Komori. Be back in a minute."

Kiyoomi only nods in silence, attention still at the game. Motoya and Iizuna-san leave him in the spacious area among the audience of the Shiratorizawa vs Chikuida match. The two then split up when Iizuna-san headed to the t-shirt stalls to peruse. 

The restroom came first before the vending machine, so Motoya goes there to wash his hand – wiping with his own handkerchief, of course – before buying a drink. Lucky for him, one of the machines has Potari sweat and it drops out without much trouble for him. As he walks, he snaps open the white cap of the bottle, deciding whether he should go back to Kiyoomi or look for Iizuna-san.

And then, the crowd suddenly grew densers, players, gymnasium staff, and the media staff merging in the hall. Their long strides became careful short walks not to add more hassle in the crampedness. Motoya does his best to move around everyone that comes in front of him from what he can tell, he’s getting closer to where he last saw Iizuna-san.

He keeps an open eye for the signature bright yellow of Itachiyama’s jersey in the crowd while closing the led of the bottle. Instead, Iizuna’s mint green hair is the first thing he spots. Motoya calls out to his captain as he waves his unoccupied hand though doesn’t seem to hear it. He moves forward through the crowd until he allows a pair of players to pass. Coming from a different direction, someone bumps into Motoya and the person yelps weakly. The collision has him losing grip of the bottle. As the person starts a half scream that's immediately cut when they catch it could hit the ground.

"Ah, sorry!" He quickly apologizes with his hands shyly reaching out to them, worried that he might have bumped into them somewhere inappropriate. The person stops and stands up right meeting his gaze. A player on the girls side of the tournament. She hands the bottle over. Her team uniform is white with dark green sleeves and a green number 11. She looks at him in shock, worry and apologetic, but she squints. Then, it instantly switches to a charming, wide smile that almost had her cheeks hide her eyes.

“OH HEY!” the girl chimes, less of a greeting and more of realization. Voice smooth and silky, mixed with a kind of bubbly friendliness. "You really do have round eyebrows! That's so cute!!" 

Confusion came like being thrown a bucket of warm water on his back. His first reaction is to laugh in his befuddlement. 

“Eh???” is all Motoyo could muster as he stands still and grip on the bottle getting firmer. 

Then, there's giggling from beside the girl, players in the same uniforms as her, trying their best to hide their laughing and wheezing. They seem just as confused as to what just occurred and appear apologetic on her behalf. Their sweet and nice voices adds to Motoya’s embarrassment. Lucky for him, they are having secondhand embarrassment from teammate’s action underneath their laughter.

"That's what you say first?" The girl in number 5 said in disbelief, grinning from ear to ear as she teases her teammate. "Not even a ‘sorry’?" Said the girl with the number 8, who sounded more troubled despite being humored by it as well.

Someone with the jersey labeled number 2 steps forward, confident and concerned. Their vice-captain, he assumes. "I'm really sorry for my teammate here,” she starts, bowing to Motoya. “She doesn't know how to think before she opens her mouth."

He would have said ‘no worries’ or ‘ it's fine.’ But still a bit surprised from what's happening, Motoya’s words practically froze and he could hesitantly bow back while darting from one girl to the next assessing how many saw that. It did not help that they are all very pretty and they don’t seem offended by him.

“I’m sorry,” number 11 said. “Your arm’s not hurt, is it?” She speaks so kindly. 

Motoya actually checks for pain. Nothing is really there other than a sting that will leave in a moment or two, so he shakes his head. “It’s alright. no harm done,” he said, trying to match her softness to appear not irritated, waving his arms to her to communicate not to pay no more concern over it.

Chuckling, number 5 says, “you really are something, huh? Calling the nation’s best libero ‘cute’.” 

The mention of his appointed title was an arrow of panic in Motoya’s veins. They know him?! He screamed in his thoughts. What else do they know!? 

"She's right though, you are pretty cute," bluntly said by number 12, hand on her chin as she eyes Motoya up and done. Her eyes hinting cheeky interest in him and he thinks something popped in his head. Getting called cute by a pretty girl once is flustering, but again by another girl? That's more than he thinks he can take. Motoya could feel two more degrees of heat up his face. What should he say after that? 

“Um.. thanks?” Motoya said in appreciation while trying his damndest to not sound squeaky in front of these girls. 

Number 11 turns to Motoya again and simply states, “I mean, you do look better in person,” effortlessly doubling down on her comment. They all laugh at her honesty to blatantly compliment him again.

“And taller,” added 5 and some of the girls shook their heads in agreement. Number 2 is the only one who does not join in, placing a hand over her face.

“Um, what's going on here?” Iizuna’s voice invades and takes everyone's attention, and he is with Kiyoomi. The question was more likely pointed to Motoya, but the vice captain of the girl’s team quickly raised her hand and bowed slightly to the two players. “I’m sorry. One of my teammates bumped into your libero and nearly dropped his drink,” she explained.

The other girls follow suit by apologizing to Motoya’s teammates. One by one, they bid the libero farewell. Saying ‘bye’ to Motoya teasingly with a sweet tune as they smile and wave. 

“Good luck to you, guys,” formally said the vice-captain. Motoya and Iizuna-san return it.

11 waves to him.“Sorry again, Komori-chan.” Her voice still caught him off guard. 

Motoya’s eyes last strays on the girl with number 9, who has been covering her laughter the entire time. She gives him an amused look as she smirks at Motoya then sends him a flirty nod. The gesture makes him want to hide his warm face. 

He watches them all leave, almost in a trance. While Iizuna and Kiyoomi are left to ponder what they just walked into.

Suddenly, Motoya sharply turns to the two. Fists clenched and pumped. “GUYS!” He calls them. His cheeks and ears slowly turned to a shade of red. Eyes wide in nervousness, panicked, yet determined. A quivering smile.

“WE- WE’RE GOING TO WIN!!!”

“That is the goal,” Kiyoomi deadpans.

The two may not completely know what had happened but it must have been something enough to practically short-circuit his brain. It finally settles to Motoya that his heart is rushing.

Iizuna nervously laughs, "How about you drink that Potari of yours?" 

Motoya does and he accidentally chugs down the entirety of the bottle.

“You good?” Iizuna asks, concern in

Motoya meekly says “yeah” but he doesn't believe him. With the Libero drinking a 500ml bottle, it leads all of them back to the restroom. Kiyoomi washes his hands again for good measure while Motoya does business, then washing his hands and face. Yet he is still flustered.

Returning with their one teammate several shades redder, Iizuna had to explain that It isn’t a fever or anything and his loose understanding of the situation that happened.

After that, Itachiyama won their match that day and the following matches after that up until the finals.

That little interaction Motoya had with the girls was long forgotten by the time they won the inter-high school tournament. To Iizuna, it's probably the strangest prophetic thing he has witnessed. He isn't superstitious, but it sure was funny to think that Motoya basically manifested their wins. Kiyoomi could care less. As for Motoya, little compliments placked in his brain and the memory of the event comes back to him clear as day. If he thinks a little too long about it, he’ll just steam his head up like a kettle.

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A/N: I had this on my drafts for so long that but when i found out it was komori's birthday, I had to cram this like it was an academic essey due tomorrow ahahahahahaha

but i think i should apologies cause I dont know how to tag this. its technically a komori centric fic, but could be read as 3rd-pov komori x reader fic (to whichever girl had the most rizz lol) or 3rd-pov komori x oc fic, so i tagged it as both. i hope it doesn't bother anyone its tag that way.

thanks for reading and Happy birthday to Komori 🎉🥳🎊

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #hq x reader #komori x yn #komori motoya fic #komori x reader #komori motoya x reader #aka watch komori get so flustered from a bunch of girls #fluff #humor #fanfic

[kitasgloves]

I'm just Ken, anywhere else I'd be a ten

Noya, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Goshiki, Atsumu

I'm just Pete and I like jugs, I'm mentally ill, and I'm on drugs

Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Tendou, Suna, Komori

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[attemptinghaikyuu]

~Choose your own Ending~

You couldn’t believe Suna Rintaro right now.

Inviting Osamu Miya on the trip that was supposed to be Komori’s, Suna, and your special adventure.

How could he?

He called your name for the third time, turning himself to get your attention.

“I thought we’d have more fun with Osamu,” he tries, changing his approach to getting you to look at him. “You both get along when you try, there’s no reason why we can’t all go together.”

Is he serious? Your emotions boil over and you’re yelling before you can stop yourself.

“It’s not about how we can get along!”

“Why are you upset then?” Suna asks with narrowed eyes.

You grit your teeth.

“Because,” you spit. “This was our trip. This was supposed to be just us. But you. You invited someone else without even telling me.”

You scoff at Suna’s face turning blank. He understood at least. You weren’t going to just forgive him or forget this so easily though.

“Osamu?” you ask.

“Yeah?” He replies, after a flicker of unsureness crosses his face.

“Take over driving. I’m done.”

He doesn’t argue.

It doesn’t take long for you to swap driving duty and take a spot next to Komori in the back, who had watched everything unfold with concern for his friends. You were so glad he was here. All you wanted was to smoosh your face against his side for the rest of the drive.

He happily lets you take over his left side, occasionally offering food and talking quietly for only you to hear. You pass the rest of the day like this, and breath in the fresh air when you open your door to the beach.

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[box-of-roses]

.•°♡°•. My Husband .•°♡°•.

♡ Synopsis: Husband Headcannons for Komori

♡ Characters: Komori, Y/N

♡ Possible Warnings: None that I can think of, please let me know though.

♡ Words: 383

Most definitely bakes cookies with you

Chaotic but sweet

Would wake you up at like 4 so you could sit on the roof and watch the sun rise

Brings you flowers every week because “You’re just so pretty how can I not”

Brought you with him to buy the rings because he wanted to be sure you would like it. He also wanted you to pick his.

Komori had dragged you out of bed at a nice 12:30. That wasn’t the problem, the problem was that you were hungry and you hadn't stopped to get food yet. “It’s important and I know you’ll like it. Please just bear with me a little longer?” You agreed. I mean there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for your boyfriend. When the two of you showed up to a ring store you were a bit shocked. “I know this probably isn’t how you imagined it, it’s not how I originally imagined it either. I want to marry you Y/N. I was just so nervous trying to plan everything I figured it would be better for you to help me pick the rings. I know how you get about big public proposals and I probably should’ve done it before we left. Will you marry me?” You of course said yes and both of you happily went inside to pick out each other’s rings.

The wedding wasn’t a big gathering just your families and friends

One time he lost his ring and he felt so bad (you guys found it later. It turns out he was doing the dishes so he took it off and just forgot to put it back on)

When it’s snowing outside he definitely makes you both go outside to make snow angels

Makes you coco and wraps you in blankets when you get back inside though can’t have you getting sick

I think he would call you his love. Like this man could be talking to someone and then just stops like “Sorry, my love just texted me and I need to respond to them.” Like you always get his undivided attention whenever he’s able to

His friends can make fun of him for how whipped he is but he doesn’t care he just reminds them that they’re single and jealous

I’ve never written for this character before, thank you so much ❄️ anon for requesting this. My requests are open and so are my taglists for characters and series that I’m doing. I hope you all enjoyed! Love you guys!

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#haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #komori motoya x reader #komori x reader

[sassycheesecake]

Komori tending to your injuries after a small volleyball game you play with him and Sakusa

(A/N: I received a volleyball from a Wing Spiker and my wrist was all blue and purple afterwards and it gave me Komori fever I dunno why. Also, this little story is not my best, I apologize for that. But it’s honest work lol)

Motoya Komori x Reader "Violets"

It was a sunny Thursday afternoon and you’re hanging out with two of your classmates from Itachiyama Academy, named Motoya Komori and Kiyoomi Sakusa.

Sakusa and Komori are currently practicing their spikes and receives for the next game practice against a local college next Wednesday.

You’re just sitting on a blanket in the grass while reading the latest manga of „Buddy Daddies“. A gentle breeze flows through your hair and the only sound you can hear is the rustling of the leaves of the tree you’re sitting underneath and the sound of the volleyball bouncing.

You’re so invested in your book that you don’t see Komori approaching you and sitting down right next to you with a huff.

Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, you see him drinking from his bottle that he brought with him. His slightly sweaty state is making you blush and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sakusa as he watches you and his cousin.

Putting the bottle down, Komori leans back on his hands and calms his breathing. Putting his hands behind him, he leans back and leans over a little bit to see what you are reading. His actions make your heart go crazy.

"What are you reading?“ Komori asks in a sweet voice.

You show him the cover of the manga.

"It’s called 'Buddy Daddies'. It’s about two spies taking care of a young girl after they accidentally killed her dad. It’s sounds dark but it’s actually a very cute and funny story.“ You explain to him.

"You‘ve got to lend it to me sometime!“ He exclaims excitedly as he continues to look at you with a gleam in his eyes.

"Komori. Let’s get back to playing.“ Sakusa demands in a bored voice.

At the sound of his cousin‘s voice, Komori turns back to Sakusa and pouts a bit.

"Sakusa, I need a break. We‘ve been going at it for almost two hours now.“ The light-haired brunette huffs in exhaustion.

The black-haired Wing Spiker scowls at his cousin’s response.

Feeling bad for Sakusa, you say the words already before you can stop yourself, surprising yourself and the two second-years.

"Why don’t I receive your spikes while Motoya rests, Kiyo?“ You suggest with a shy smile.

Both boys look at you with shock, with Komori being unsure about your offer.

"Uh (Y/N)… not that I doubt your abilities but you‘ve never played Volleyball before have you? And you also never received any of Sakusa‘s spikes before. They could easily bruise your skin really bad.“ The Libero warns you with an unsure look that almost makes you swoon with how worried he is about you and how much he cares about you.

Reassuring them that you will be fine, you begin to get up to stand across from Sakusa at least 20 feet away from him.

Remembering how the Libero stands, you try to mimic his stance like when he plays Volleyball.

Without further redo, Sakusa throws the ball in the air before he slams it with full force towards you.

You keep your stance but the ball comes flying like a bullet into your direction.

With the huge amount of force Sakusa used in his spike, it slams so hard into your right wrist, that it bounces right off with a loud 'WHAM‘. The mere power of Sakusa‘s spike sends you falling on your bottom.

Hearing your panicked crush yell out your name, he quickly makes his way over to you with frantic footsteps.

Sakusa slowly walks over to you and Komori with a blank look on his face but still keeps his distance to check and make sure you’re okay from a safe spot.

"(Y/N)? You okay? Do I need to take you to the nurse?“ The brunette checks you all over. As soon as he touches your right wrist you visibly flinch and hiss due to the pain.

Komori checks your wrist and sees it swelling up and being very red due to the ball‘s landing on your skin.

"I will take you to the nurse, come on.“ Placing a hand gently on your lower back, you begin to walk with Komori together to the nurse’s office in the academy. Sakusa stares after your retreating figures, shrugging and turning away to continue to train until he passes out.

After you and Komori went to see the school nurse, you came back out with an ice package holding your right wrist and a bandage wrapped around it. The both of you walk in silence and the Libero suggests to take you back to your dorm room.

"Thank you Motoya, I would appreciate that.“ You smile at him and you see his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red. He begins to rub his neck out of nervousness and accompanies you to your dorm room.

Once you both arrive at the front door of your room, you turn to Motoya and thank him for bringing you back safely.

The green-eyed second year gives you an unsure look before gulping nervously.

"Uh (Y/N)… I-I am sorry if this seems kind of forward o-or personal… but uh… c-can I check your wrist?“ He stutters out.

Surprised by his request, you hold your wrist out to him nonetheless.

Now holding your wrist in both of his rough hands, he begins to unwrap the bandage and grimaces at the sight.

The inside of your wrist is covered in little blue and purple bruise patches. It even shocks you that Sakusa‘s spike was so powerful, that it bruised your skin so bad, that you actually have different colored skin from the impact.

But that’s what you get for receiving one of Japan‘s top three ace’s spikes. Guess it was too much for your delicate skin.

"I am really sorry about Sakusa‘s harsh spike (Y/N)… I could have prevented this.“ You feel bad by listening to his words and his sad face is also making you upset as well.

"Motoya, I am fine, really. It’s just a bruise, it‘ll fade away eventually. Next time I‘ll let you do your amazing job at receiving his spikes instead of me.“ You giggle and it seems to lift the Libero‘s mood a little bit.

"Well, if you say so. Text me if you need anything. I‘ll see you tomorrow in Chemistry class.“

Before you can reply though, Komori bends down just a tiny bit towards your wrist, just to press the most gentle kiss on your bruise. It only lasts for a short second but his affectionate move makes you feel like your heart stopped for a second and you swear, your brain shortcuts as well.

Watching you with extremely red cheeks and gleamy eyes, the brunette begins to walk back to his own dorm room, leaving you at the door with a pacing heart.

As you watch Komori walk away, he stops for a second and turns around to look at you once more before he leaves.

He winks at you and departs his way to the stairs without waiting on your reaction.

That’s it.

You’re officially a melted puddle on the front door mat in front of your dorm room because of Motoya freaking Komori.

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