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loveephia · 11 months
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:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! you as aoba johsai's beautiful manager . . .
`· . ꔫ . . . inarizaki ver. | nekoma ver.
+ shiratorizawa ver. | fukurodani ver.
⚠ warning/s: none.
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-🧍‍♀️
- you signed up because iwaizumi hajime is on the team you needed some team building experience
- and the members were kind to you, of course!!
- maybe maddog didn't like you very much.
- you don't know why, but it's okay.
- you'll grow on him one day!!
- sadly, that day is just not today. 😔
- oikawa thought you were a fan of his
- which is not true
- like.
- at all.
- if anything, you were more of a fan of iwaizumi, but moving on
- word got out that you were their manager, and you SWEAR that oikawa's fangirls are plotting something.
- oikawa treated you the same as he does with every other girl, maybe the occasional flirty statement here & there
- but like
- NO.
- YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS!!!!!
- yahaba tried HIS shot on flirting with you using the good ol' toss-and-run, aka the same thing he tried to do with yachi
- you quickly shut him down by running away, absolutely mortified by the expression on his face.
- NO BC SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS
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- bro's rizz came right outta aot 😭😭😭
- just avoid him like the plague, and you'll be fine
- kunimi is one of the more calmer boys, so you /may/ have unintentionally favored him
- like, you'd refill his water bottle first, you'd fetch his towel first, etc.
- kindaichi gets the job done, but he tends to get lost in his own thoughts
- matsukawa and hanamakki are pretty chill as well,, a joke about oikawa every now and then makes you laugh
- and iwaizumi
- wow, where do you even start
- wou don't know WHY oikawa is the one with a bunch of fans, when his hunk of a best friend is right there
- but it's okay. less competition, am i right lass.
- you do not hide your liking towards iwaizumi.
- "iwaizumi is so cool!" you say with hearts, visibly forming on your eyes
- "are you aware that you're talking to yourself?" kunimi asks with a stoic face
- "very aware."
- iwaizumi messes up his spikes every now and then because he feels you watching him
- YOU'RE JUST. THAT. PRETTY. 😭😭
- he gets all shy whenever you hand him his things because he can see flowers and sparkles all around your face
- "..thanks, y/n."
- "you're welcome, iwa!"
- PARDON??
- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM.
- "o- oh—! sorry for calling you that. i heard oikawa say it, and well.." you sheepishly apologized. you truly didn't mean it. it completely flew over your head that this was just your first day as their manager.
- "no, it's okay. it was cute." iwaizumi puts a halt to his step.
- ok
- wgat ☺️
- so here you two are, a blushing mess, while the third years watch
- "i bet the entire team some ramen that iwaizumi is the first to get married between him and oikawa." hanamaki says.
- "deal." matsukawa accepts
- "you two are so annoying..!" oikawa cries out
- maybe maddog will grow more accustomed to your presence if you'll be iwaizumi's future wife :p
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© lowercase intended | loveephia
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sugawara--san · 4 months
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haikyuu really messed up not doing the serving and setting commercial breaks for s4
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reverie-starlight · 2 years
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{soft ways the haikyuu characters look out for you}
(Requests are OPEN)
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when you’re out to dinner and you drop something next to you, they automatically reach over and cover the corner of the table so you don’t hurt yourself on the way up. it’s second nature to them and they don’t even realize they do it. they will literally be in the middle of a conversation and they will not stop talking or break eye contact with the person in front of them as they lean over and cover the corner.
ATSUMU, Osamu, IWAIZUMI, Kiyoko, Sugawara, Ushijima, ARAN, Bokuto, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Hinata
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if you’re ever being talked over in a group of people, they will either tell everyone to shut up and listen to whatever you’re saying, or turn to you as everyone else talks and makes sure you know they’re listening to you
AKAASHI, Suna, KITA, Yachi, Kageyama, Semi, Tendou, OIKAWA, Hanamaki, KUNIMI, Kenma
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when you’re out in a crowd and distracted for whatever reason (anxiety, you start to wander off in the wrong direction, you’re too far ahead, etc), he’ll keep an eye on you and make sure he’s holding onto you somehow (to keep you grounded/from going the wrong way/too far ahead, etc)
SUNA, Yamaguchi, Daichi, Kindaichi, TSUKISHIMA, Asahi, Aran, KITA, Iwaizumi
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bad-thxxnks · 1 year
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𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐲. 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 / summary.; trying to overcome your shyness, you planned on becoming friends with whoever sits next to you/you sit next to in college, but it’s a sassy boy who lowkey scares you. warnings.; bullying, fat-shaming, name calling, idea of Y/n not knowing anything from the city is exaggerated, possible cursing, mentions of killing yourself, & constant reminders of trauma
FLUFF, SLIGHT ANGST
nts.: i finally finished it! wc.: 9.4k
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“How was class today, y/n–? Hey!”
Your mother’s voice drowned behind blurred ears as you ran up to your room, secluding yourself from your family as you bury your flushed face in the palms of your hands. The embarrassment creeping up on you when you remember the events that happened in class a few hours prior. Pulling your bedsheets down to your mouth and biting its fabric, you think back of the brunette’s handsome face.
Why, why, why is this happening to me now..?
Running to the familiar route towards the train station, your mind overpowers your body’s low stamina as you ignore the burn you feel on your legs as you rush through the crowded street. The stares coming from the passers-by are already making you feel shy and you slow your step, taking the option of fast walking you hope there isn’t any obstruction on your way there. Your class starts in twenty minutes, but the train ride is already a thirty minute estimate and it’s not like the first day really matters but only if you didn’t care about making any friends.
Finding your space in the busy train, you grip tightly on the metal pole by the sliding door and it takes a few minutes before it closes behind the last person that stepped on the train. You let your thoughts fester watching the scenery outside the train windows move by as you are reminded of your memories at your previous school; you were excited–yet a bit scared, when your father told you of the ‘exciting news’ that you were going to move to the city. You heard of many wonderful things that they don’t have here in the countryside, like big TVs, and cafes & bakeries, where you can order and sit down to chat with friends. These were things your uncle told you during his trip back home, and you hope what he said was true.
But, he never informed you of the scary part of the city side; and you experienced it first hand on your first day of school.
Your new, and current, place is on the third floor of this nice apartment complex that faces the busy streets of Tokyo; its vacant space consists of two decent-sized bedrooms, a bathroom, and a nice kitchen space that leads into the living room. Your uncle informed you that you can install a washer and dryer in the side closet between the front door and the kitchen, or use the public one on the first floor. You take the small room adjacent to the bathroom(on the opposite side of the front door), while your parents take the slightly bigger one.
A few weeks have passed,and your room is filled & decorated with all your things as you stare down at the new device–to you, which was passed down from your uncle. You never had any uses for a cellphone in the past, but since everyone is using one now, your parents thought it was a good idea. It takes some getting used to and memorization, but hopefully when you make new friends they’ll be able to teach you!
You remembered your first day like it was yesterday, the heavy stares from your new classmates and you can feel their stares looking down at your body. Sure, you were a bit bigger than many of the girls in the class, and your fashion or your knowledge in makeup is lower than average but you still believed that there’ll be that one person who didn’t care about any of that.
But, as the stares gotten worse, so did the name calling.
You didn’t even get a chance to talk to anyone, whether they fat-shamed you or looked back at you in pity. When you stepped back in the classroom with a bag with lunch in your hands, the drag of the door alerted the students, and you felt the whole room turn quiet. As you make your way to your desk, you felt like an exotic animal on display as the millions of eyes traced your every step. Standing at where your desk used to be, you looked up at a male student sitting at the desk’s surface before scoffing and kicking your desk in the corner as he mumbled about how you ruined his break.
You can still hear their whispers as you quietly ate your food, your appetite decreasing at every word until you tossed your other half in the trash when your teacher entered the classroom, ordering everyone back to their seats. Scraps of paper still thrown at you during the duration of the class filled with malice, and you already feel the need to cry.
You ran as fast back to the apartment, all your dreams crushed within the seven hour school session and you finally let your tears fall into your pillow. Why did you have to be so fat? Why did your mother not tell you to stop eating? Why did you let yourself turn into what the school calls you–a pig? You curse at yourself at how pathetic you feel and at how you look, you couldn’t stand looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror or at any of their faces again. The five minutes in the gym locker room is the worst, you spent so many days getting yelled at by the coach for staying behind to change, and the girls used you like a target and kicked the ball at your face.
You didn’t want to say anything to your family–more like you couldn’t; recalling the useless words of advice from your teachers. Sitting on a chair you pulled from the first desk, you asked for a moment with your homeroom teacher to inform him of the treatment you felt during the first half of your semester like what your parents taught you, but when he told you that you were being ridiculous and that he never witnessed any bullying in his class, he dismissed you for wasting his time.
Walking down the halls everyday with this constant stares made you want to die, you wished every night that your father never gotten the job, that your grandma wouldn’t keep giving you extra servings, and that you weren’t a coward to say anything back. You tighten your grip on the pole as you squeeze your eyes shut at the horrid memories of your high school, of all the nights you spent crying in bed, and you feel the same stares from the people on the train. When you spot an open seat freeing up, you take your chance and wait for your stop to arrive(ignoring the people sitting besides you shuffling to the side).
Feeling your heart beating roughly against your chest, your anxiety rising at every second the train passes the tunnels, at the bumps from the tracks hitting against the train’s wheels, when the idea of making friends comes to mind. No, I shouldn’t think that way! You didn’t even put the effort in making friends in your previous school, despite the bullying and the school’s cliches, preventing anyone to be even interested in talking to you(the gossip spreading from class to class).
Standing up with a little more confidence upon hearing the speaker announce the next stop, you ease your way near the train’s doors. When the train comes to a stop and you past through the sliding doors, you easily make your way to the building of your chemistry class–remembering the self tour of the campus you and your family took during your orientation a few days ago. You hear chattering of your professor near the front entrance door in the midst of explaining the class syllabus and you thank the lords that there’s a back entryway so you can slip in without any detection.
Today will be the day, you held your trembling hand in a fist and shut your eyes for a brief second and take a hold of the door’s handle. You confessed to yourself that you were going to talk to the person sitting next to you, and if you get rejected then there’s always next time. Opting to lightly shut the door instead of your first option, you quietly made your way down the aisle to look for a vacant spot and bingo! there was one at the end of the row, two actually. And you got lucky with not needing to embarrass yourself by trying to squeeze between the seats and people’s legs.
Just when you sit down and the professor starts talking about the attendance of the class, you hear the door open next to the professor(this causes a laugh amongst the students when the professor comments on the late student’s attendance). The boy who walks in makes his way up the stairway and you watch him as he makes his way towards you, and your eyes meets his before you bashfully look down and play with your fingers, a habit you picked up from your first couple days in the city. You hear him muttering about what occurred earlier, something you picked up to be a snarky comment at the teacher’s words, when his voice spoke up to ask you if he can sit at the seat besides you.
“Ah, um, yeah..! Sure,..”
Your voice is quiet when you stare blankly at the male who stands waiting for you to move, and you quickly apologizes as you shrink your knees back to let the male squeeze by with a small ‘thanks’ as he sits down. The rest of the class comes in a blur with your face still flushed red at your embarrassing, nervous self that you rushed to pack your things and quickly leave the premise when you forgot your goal of talking to the person who sits besides you(the male), and also your cute mechanical pencil.
When you arrived on campus the next day to try and retrieve your pencil before your class starts, you were disappointed when you see another class in session. Trying to peek through the door as students walked in and out to see if you can spot the familiar design of the pencil, but it seems like it wasn’t there. Maybe I should come back after class, you thought, and when a girl coming out of the class asks if you need any help, you shake your head and quickly dismiss yourself.
Sitting in the back corner of your class you couldn’t pay attention to the words your professor says, but pondering about the whereabouts of your pencil, you cursed at yourself for misplacing it. It was a special gift that you treasured since it was a gift that your friend gave you on her first trip to the city, using her own money she earned from working in her parents’ farm and you don't want to lose that item because you were running away from a cute boy.
Hm, stopping by the entrance of the lecture hall, maybe I can try and ask him(the cute boy) if he seen my pencil? Opting to spend a few more minutes to look for your pencil, you left with nothing in your hands. You just hope you can find him after class tomorrow, and if not, then you probably have to give up and forget it.
Tomorrow comes by quickly and your nerves bubbles inside you when you think about looking for your seat neighbor. How are you going to find him in a room of a hundred students? And you doubt he’s going to choose the same spot as then, since the two of you occupied the last two spots you doubt you both will sit in the same seats. Standing at the door a few minutes earlier than you did the day previous, there were a few more empty spots available.
Maybe taking the ‘same seat’ option would give you a better opportunity for someone who picked up the pencil to return it back to you, but if you were to sit in a spot further in the back (or the ‘backseat’ option) you’ll be able to spot the male or anyone who you see holding your pencil. Opting towards the ‘same seat’ option, you take your seat and waited for more students– specifically whoever found & took your pencil, to come and sit beside you. Was that weird? To patiently wait for some cute guy to sit besides you? You never experienced much of the feelings of crushing on someone like what your friends describe, except for this one boy who spent the summer at your hometown, but otherwise you thought they would bully you because of your features.
But maybe you labeling him as ‘cute’ means the start of a crush, but you barely knew him! You brushed it off by the whole situation of being flustered from daydreaming when he asked if could sit in the seat next to you. The teacher enters announcing everyone to get seated, and you deflate a little when you see another person sitting besides you. She giving you weird looks when you keep shifting your gaze in her direction to see if you can spot the male, but eventually giving up when she whispers to her friend sitting besides her. And you have a guess on what they’re talking about, the same things everyone mentions when looking at your figure.
You really want to curse the world for being so cruel, but you’ll worry about that another day because you have two goals to accomplish today; one, pay attention to the lecture and two, to retrieve your pencil back! But, trying to catch up on what the professor is saying is already tough as it is, your hands cramping every now and then from how fast he talks that when you stop to massage your hand muscles he’s already on the next slide. Giving up and deciding to watch the lecture notes and a video on youtube later, it’s a few minutes before the class ends and you’re thinking of how to approach the male(if you can even find him–
And it’s when the professor finally announces that class is over you spot a glimpse of the familiar beige blazer walking towards the front entrance. Wai– you reach out to try and grab him, but your clumsy body falls on the floor of the staircase grabbing the attention of those surrounding you. Not giving a glance of those who give you pitiful looks, you grab your bag with trembling hands and maneuver your way to the exit. Your opportunity once again gone. The rest of the week comes in a blur, your next class is uneventful with lists of novels you need for the next week and ones that follow, and your lab pulls by with hard problems but you manage to work through them easily.
It’s finally the weekend, and your family convinced you to go eat at the new dimsum restaurant that opened up to celebrate your first week of college–you thought it was a useless celebration, but it at least took your mind off of the school week. Your food came within minutes after you ordered and you spent the next few hours eating and chatting about upcoming events, you told your family about this opening work-study job at the library on campus, your mother already telling you to take it right away before someone else takes it.
When your dishes are cleaned out, plates filled with sauce and bones, your father finally asks you the opposing question you’ve been dreading; “Have you made any friends yet?”
Um, yeah, you lied, not wanting to listen through the lecture your parents are gonna give, and you know they mean well but you didn’t want to burden them with how much of a failure their antisocial child is. Please! Stop asking me these questions! And as if god, or someone, was listening, they changed their topic to something else. The rest of your weekend was spent catching up with your notes, and working on your application to the job offer at the library, filling out countless boring information you’re pretty sure the school already has but you fill them out anyways.
Sitting in your same spot three rows down from the back entrance, it was too early for anyone to be arriving to class but you arrived with spare time after turning in your application to the library. You were working on your lab homework, it’s quiet besides the janitor standing at the stage of the spacious classroom taking out the full trash bins, and you admire the quiet white noise over the loud blast of the TV news from your living room last night. You already feel the stress on your shoulders as you stare down at the empty question, your pen taps gently on the small fixed table.
“--cuse me, excuse me.” The voice shakes you out of commission, and you turn to face the person with a dumbfounded expression. Yes? You give them a small reply, sitting up on your seat to give them your full attention, but you find your breath caught in your throat when your eyes match with the same one belonging to the boy from a week ago. The scenario feels the same, the room already filled with students and the same factor: the late boy asking to sit at the empty spot besides you. You knowingly scoot your legs back to let him through, and you transition all the stuff on the desk; moving your lab worksheets and replacing them with your lecture notebook and in your peripheral view you watched the male pull out his laptop.
You sit nervously beside the male with your leg shaking underneath the wooden table, your anxious energy seems to allure the male’s attention to look over at you. Your pencil paused short at the empty words that your professor says; the explanation of balancing chemical equations swimming around in your head, and when you take a quick glance at the male’s word sheet and it was empty. He seems clueless, too.
Maybe I can offer some notes he missed in the beginning, you smiled at your conclusion, in exchange for asking about my pencil. You flipped a few pages with the lesson flying over your head, and you were about to offer the boy your notes to catch up on but– his snarky comment interrupts your thoughts, “ how the hell am i supposed to type that? ”
You laugh, you couldn’t help it because despite modern technology improving, it is still difficult to do some things that you can easily do with pen and paper. “Am I that funny?” you shake your head and cover your flustered face. ‘Ah, no,,I mean, yes? I-I uh, sorry.’ you muttered, and turned back to your paper and back to the lesson. There was an awkward silence between the two of you as you tried to focus on the subject, but when you spot your familiar pencil–the one you’ve been looking for, in your peripheral vision. You almost gasp out loud when you look over at the male, and taking the pencil in your grasp you quietly thank the male, smiling down at the item in your hand.
“ did you really need that pencil, you dropped it and ran like a madman?” his question threw you in a confused-state; why wouldn’t someone want their pencil back? You just nodded before packing your things and leaving when the class was over.
You returned home feeling like you had ran a marathon with your head pounding and your chest heaving as you catch your breath, you fall back on your bed dressed in your pajamas, the bedsheets were already in a mess and you let your thoughts wander–to the boy who kindly return your pencil. You were thankful, of course, who wouldn’t be when you spent a week looking for an item that was deemed replaceable, but your stomach churns at the thought that he was the same, yet somehow his expression wasn’t the same as the bullies at your old school.
You stand behind the library’s book drop-off table on your first day of your work-study, you remember the librarian’s words instructing you to gather the return books and input them into the system. Working the system took a little time to learn, the first couple titles took a while to scan in, but you got through the stack and now you’re pushing the cart out of the front desk. You still need guidance around the library to search for where the books are located, referring to the signs above each aisle.
Thriller & Suspense, Horror, Mystery, none of these are where romance is..you huffed, as you move along each aisle to find the romance genre so you can put the remaining books back to their respective shelves. That’s where all the textbooks and more school related books were placed, so maybe it should be upstairs..oh, there it is! Placing the books back in the respective, order by titles(and also noting them down in your head for possible recommendations), you finished the rest of your duties before your lunch break.
You thank the lord that there’s a break room in the back so you can eat in peace instead of eating in the student center. You appreciate the librarian for her kindness when she ponders “Why don’t you go eat with your friends?” but you can only smile and wave her off as she leaves for her lunch break. Holding your sad bento in your hands, you didn’t have much time to pack last night but at least it’ll get you by.
The rest of the time, you sweeped and buss the tables as students come and leave and it is already the end of your shift. You make your way towards the exit but stop when the librarian calls out your name–”Oh, name! I have something else to inform you about, it’s nothing too important but I just wanted to say it before i forget.” She tells you that you’ll be working mostly on scanning and inputting the titles into the system(and in the spreadsheet you made for your own benefit) before moving to reception at the front.
When you arrive at the lecture hall the next morning, you were drowsy to say the least, you spent all night searching up book titles & reading their summaries that you lost track of time and it was already 3:44am. Your head nods off in the palm of your hand as the chemical formulas of the lists of acids and bases lulls you to sleep, and within a second later the sound of a bag dropping besides your head wakes you. “ Hey, are you sleeping already? Is the lecture that boring?”
“Oh?” He mocks your words and watches you stumble to look at him; your wide eyes meets his and your flustered blush makes him chuckle.
“I didn’t know you work in the library, work study?” you nod when he asks, but replies in a small yeah when you notice him typing in his laptop. You try to catch up with your notes, letting the silence grow longer, until you were struggling to catch up with the professor’s words(your page filled with gaps). Here, you look over as the male shifts his laptop to give you a perfect view of his notes.
Thanks, you smiled at him and the awkward silence returns, yet you really want to continue talking but your fears overpowered your urges and you fell silent again. Your father’s voice reminding you of the lie you spilled, “Have you made any friends yet?”, and why not try to cover it up by befriending the boy sitting next to you?
And once again you leave class without getting his name, taking your bag over your shoulder you stand to follow the students out the hall, when a hand grabs your wrist you quickly turn to face the male handing you your pencil. “You must really dislike this pencil, you’ve been forgetting it a lot.” Taking the pencil, you made the initiative to send him a goodbye before leaving for your work study job.
Brushing the towel over your hair, you plopped down on your bed after a nice, calming shower and found yourself searching up a list of advice on ‘how to make a friend’. Scrolling down the options with an open mind a lot of the suggestions , you read down the list;
Make yourself available. You totally did not meet this standard, you sigh plopping your head when you remembered that you were late your first day, and you secluded yourself from approaching anyone. Especially, when you dashed away when the first opportunity struck which was noticed by the boy in your class.
Join an organization or club to meet new people. You were(and still are) looking for a club that meets your standard, remembering a few during your walk to the club fair on the first week. Tents and tables filled with new students gathering amongst each table, and the older-level students recruiting whoever they can–ranging from sports(from popular ones like volleyball to little known ones like archery), liberal arts, sororities, cultural & international clubs, and anime/manga clubs. I should join one soon or it’ll be too late to apply.
Volunteer for a cause you care about. With the work study you feel that it’s similar to this, but most of your ‘coworkers’ are a number older than you and the other work study students come and go at different times than you do, so it’s difficult to start a conversation. You also notice this weird look behind one of the work study eyes when she walks past you upon leaving.
Try to connect with people you already care about. Still keeping in contact with your old friends at home, you informed them that you were having difficulty in finding new friends. They encouraged you that you’ll have plenty of time to meet new people, but they were intrigued when you mentioned a boy. Knowing that you had difficulty talking with guys throughout your school career, but they were pretty happy and tried to convince you to talk to him more.
Kicking your feet at the bedsheets in defeat, you huffed–and mentally cried, at the thought of your non-accomplishments with the male. You feel like your conversations with him are improving each class time, but you still don’t know his name(and you don’t think he knows yours either). Maybe I should ask him next time, or hmm… but how should I say it…?
You don’t remember when you fell asleep after brainstorming multiple conversations in your head, but you’re sitting at the library’s front desk(a bit early than scheduled to start at the reception) taking over the other work-study’s job since he was called out sick. You busied yourself with study preparations for the upcoming tests for your midterms, reviewing the lecture notes you took over the past few weeks.
While your job is to greet students and guide those who need help, it’s a pretty light position that allows you room for studying(you’re thankful because you have a ton of topics to look over). The library is quiet besides the scratching of your pencil, filling in problems of your paper printouts, its examples follow intently with each of the topics taught during your class and will have similar problems on the exam.
You only took a moment when a student informed you that someone left a stack of books on a table without placing them back, and when you had to step in the restroom during a break. While those two tasks help ease your mind from the hard chemistry problems, your mind can’t help but think about that boy. His dark hair combed nicely to the side with matching dark irises, he was handsome to say the least–probably the cutest guy in the whole class, which triggers your thoughts; out of all the pretty people, why would he talk to you?
The tapping of the end of the pencil on your blank paper drives your stress up the wall, the frustration evident on your face as you felt clueless at this question. You flicker your eyes to look up to check if there’s anyone coming in to greet them when you notice the familiarity of the bag and laptop belonging to your seat mate–the same person that was occupying your mind. Ah, he’s looking! how embarrassing, you play the ‘pretend you’re working’ game and stare back down at your paper. You are already giving up on trying to solve it and plan to wait till you return home, when a voice scares the shit out of you–letting you almost scream in the library. ”I’m stuck on that one, too.”
“ you say that alot, “ he says, earning a ?? questionable look on your face, then he laughs and continues, “ you say ‘Oh’ a lot, I mean.”
You nod your head in agreement like you understand what he says, your eyes trail along the edges of your paper. Your habits start to play out; your fingers running along the edge of the desk, your eye contact far from the person speaking, and your feet kicking at the rugged floor beneath you. But, a small yet confident voice tells you to tell him, and you do.
“Oh! Um, I finish my shift in a few minutes,” you paused to look up at him, “if you don't mind, do you..want to study together?” your eyes meet his surprised ones, and before he could reply the librarian calls you over. Let me know if you still want me to study with you, you whisper to the male before returning to the back.
It only took you twenty minutes to organize the textbooks in the back for the next day, it was supposed to be the next work-study’s job but the librarian tells you that she’ll be absent tomorrow, but right now you’re worried that he’s gonna leave because you kept him waiting. Stepping out of the reception with your bag and papers in hand, you made your way to the table but you frowned when you didn’t see his things. ‘Did he leave already?’ you felt a little disappointed when your attempt at befriending a person in your college failed, but when your ear catches a soft snort and you turn to see the male walking behind you.
“Did you think that I left? Sorry, I just stepped into the restroom for a bit.” he takes a seat beside you(when he noticed your embarrassed stare) and pulls out his things e.g. laptop, pen, worksheets, from his bag. The two of you started on a few examples that run similar to the question you both were stuck on, following with the video he pulls up but to no avail you decided on moving on with the next problem(and returning back to it when you finish the rest). “...but if you multiply it by two, won’t it work?”
The male scribbles on his paper before shaking his head, “no, because the Ca will need to be divided–wait, but if you do this…” his words are like murmurs in your ear, you studied his face closer and you noted that he has really long lashes and nice skin. In the midst of your jealousy on his perfect skin texture, you didn’t notice that he stopped talking and staring back at you with a smirk on his face(his cheek resting on the palm of his hand). “...then the dragons ate the atoms, and are you even listening?”
“Oh, what did you say?” you can't help but feel flustered at his voice, and the laugh he adds at the end at your embarrassed face obviously staring at him(you can’t believe he watched you stare at him). Hiding your red face behind your hair, you excuse your distracted self and looked over at his paper–the question was already filled out with the answer.
The rest of your study date went productively well; when he figured out the answer, he watched as you worked your confused mind at the problem. The paper grows grey at all the erasing and you feel like your paper will rip soon, so he guided you with hints and eventually gave you the answer. “You sure you understand it?, you seem like you were struggling over there” you nodded, with a smile this time thanking him for his help, telling him that you’ll review it when you get back home. You bid him a goodbye, and maybe a see you in class tomorrow! before finding your way to the station.
The laptop sitting on your desk mimics a similar format as the male’s in the library, the explanation video of the process of how to balance chemical equations takes up half your screen. You smile at your memory at the library table; the male was busy filling out his paper and you took a quick glance to look at the corner of his laptop to see something you realized you forgot to ask, sitting in tiny letters– his name.
Kunimi akira.
His name is like a mantra upon your lips and you feel like a creep chanting his name like that, maybe you should’ve asked for his name instead of stalking it on his laptop. But now, you need to find a way to introduce yourself and you might have to spend your free time with ideas. Despite needing to study for your tests, you were thinking of doing something simple like writing your name on the blank side of your notes page, or giving him a small note with a tiny heart, scratch that maybe not a heart but you feel like you are overthinking things and let it go slowly(like waiting for him to ask you first, but maybe he already knows?).
‘Damn, I already forgot how to solve this one,’
When you arrived to class the next day, you were a bit surprised when you saw kunimi sitting by himself in the vast of empty seats. “Hello, you’re early today”, you commented with a fit of small giggles as you sit in an empty seat beside him. Hey, he replied, with a pull on his bag to remove it from the other seat besides him to pull out his device when he spots the professor walking in. whisper How was the test? I heard it was hard..
Not really, he whispers back, only if you know how to work the problems. You watch his fingers tap onto the edge of his table, and you focus your attention back towards the board. Even though you are talking to the boy a bit more, you can still feel the awkwardness when the silence surrounds you–there wasn’t much of a common likeness besides talking about chemistry(which you find quite boring). You were tempted to skip class today so you can focus on your test in two days, because learning about the next lesson will mess up your brain, but you really want to at least get his number or let him know your name.
“..and that’s all for today. Good luck on your tests, and study well.” the professor dismisses the class and everyone starts to get up. You were busy packing your bag and the male bids you a goodbye but when he gets up from his seat it's when you call out to him. It takes you a minute to muter some thoughts, you notice his face becoming confused at your silence. Your lips wobble at the beginning of your sentence when you finally blurts out your lingering thoughts, “If you don’t mind…can I get your number?”
Sure. That one word has been plaguing your mind for the next couple days, as you stared at his contact on your phone. You haven’t texted or called him yet, you’re too nervous to do so but you blame that on not having time to do so(via studying). You were hit with back-to-back tests and papers that it was weeks after midterms is when you decided to text the male. You first give him your name, and you planned on asking how was his lab today but you rolled your eyes at his next text
Kunimi: so now, you’re finally texting me
y/n: of course, why would I ask you for your number?
You got used to his subtle sarcasm comments, and even though he jabs you with a few they don’t hurt as bad as those mean comments you constantly get back in your high school, or maybe you got used to it but it took you a few weeks to finally find yourself to jab back at him, playfully of course.
The course of the next few weeks you spend your weekends laying in bed chatting with the male. The things you talk about vary with learning that he used to play volleyball and he’s currently working on his business major, in which you tell him about the move from your hometown and how your transition is after a few years in the city, omitting all the bullying and deep hardships you’ve experienced.
“Hey, do you want to go over the—” you excuse yourself as you squeeze through the small line of people to get to where the male(kunimi) is sitting, but your bag seems to bumped into someone and turning your body in the empty space you apologized to the person. But, the girl hasn’t forgiven your apology when she stands up.
“Do you not see where you’re going? Well, I can see why..with that body of yours, you probably cant see behind the fat!” she scoffs at the end of her sentence, and the surrounding area turns silent. You watch with watered eyes, the slowmo of people’s heads turning in tune to match the words spilling from the female’s mouth to your physique and when your gaze lands on Kunimi’s, he stares up at you with an illegible expression; your shoulders falls slump and you move through the rest of the row, passing your newly-made friend and leaving the lecture hall, much to your embarrassment.
Stupid. Fat pig. Dumb b!tch.
Names you recalled from your memories comes flooding your brain,
You can't believe that you’re experiencing all of this bullshit again, yet you’re gripping tightly at the edge of the sink bawling your eyes out. You remembered feeling numb to the constant insults, but it seems to hurt more than usual today, maybe it's because of kunimi. The boy who made sarcastic jokes only for you to laugh at so you don’t stress about the upcoming tests, the boy who lets you speak first so you won't be overbearing with remembering what you previously wanted to say, the boy who adds to your mini nerdy rambles and adds to his own(even though he might not know much), the boy who..
you slowly began to fall in love with.
Only for him to witness the embarrassing gossip that’s probably gonna spread around campus, and your heart palpitates at the thought of not talking to him. Ever,---your first friend in the city, all your plans on working up courage to tell him that his tastes suck, and you’re back being the loser on campus. I think I should head back home, I don’t want to see him right now.
Your tears spill when you remember his face; his eyelids hovered deeming his bored expression, his head tilted when he rested his cheek on his palm, and the sound of tap,tap,tapping from his pencil on his desk ringing in your ears. When he looked up at you, you felt betrayed that he was like the rest, that he even dared to chuckle too..maybe I was wrong, for thinking he was different from the rest of them. Hearing the door open, it took you a couple of minutes to wipe away your tears but you compose yourself and left the small, tiled room and headed towards the exit of the campus.
Who you didn’t expect was kunimi waiting outside, leaning his back against the door waiting for you. When your eyes met his, you can’t help but re-imagined his expression and avert your attention towards the window. You stuttered when you asked what he wanted, but he only responded with a deep breath and a sigh before asking, “Why did you leave earlier?” and you couldn’t think properly; why was he here waiting for you? Were you that pitiful that he’s here to mock you and see how weak you look? What should you say to him?
“I’m sorry, I think I’ll head home today,...see you.” your departure was so awkward, but you missed the way his brow furrows in worry when you turn your back to him and walk away.
Neither of you seen each other for the past couple of weeks, all the texts he sent you seems to be ignored and he doesn’t bother calling because he knows it’ll go to voicemail. A sigh leaves kunimi’s lips when he stares out the window of the nearest cafe on campus, he was meeting his childhood friend to catch up on things but as much as he wouldn’t want to admit it, you have been plaguing his thoughts recently.
He stares down at the latest text he sent late yesterday, but it seems to pile up the storage.
Kunimi: hey, are you okay? I haven’t been seeing you in class recently.
When he was once again left with no response, he huffed into his warm cup and took a sip when his friend finally arrived. Kindaichi was watching kunimi’s troubled expression, and he already knows what it's about; his friend tells him that he was waiting for his classmate(you) to sit in the same spot besides him, and when you were in mid-walking over you he watched your bag bump the girl’s face and she basically yelled at you. When he opened his mouth to give a snarky response to the female about being a roadblock in public space, he noticed your eyes tearing up and watched you run out of the room.
Kindaichi rarely seen his friend express any worry over someone, giving those who leave with bad remarks about his attitude a scoff and a salty comment about their clothing choice, but when he’s sitting across staring at his phone every so often, kindaichi has a hunch of what is bothering his friend. “Why don’t you wait for them to return to class before asking to talk, instead of blasting their phone with messages every day. And allow them to talk to you about their situation.”
Even though he has tons of things in his mind; like his chemistry work, and how to mend things with you because despite things going south between the two of you, he want things to go back to normal where you’re laughing at his sarcasm and he doesn’t have to deal with this hell-hole by himself, but he doesn’t think it’s something you would call a crush, right?
The lecture hall was relatively empty, and you were nervous to say the least, you haven’t stepped foot in there for quite some time and you had to apologize relentlessly to the librarian for missing a whole chunk of workdays. You decided to enter through the front doors in fear of walking by and catching kunimi’s attention, because you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. You still feel guilty for all the neglected texts, and abandoning him but you really couldn’t be in the headspace to apologize and mend things yet.
Sitting near the front these past couple of days let you fully think of the situation at-hand, you think you are being unfair to kunimi for avoiding him. If he was really like the rest, I don't think he will skip class to check on you in the restroom . It was a few minutes till the start of class and you were preparing to move back to your original spot but you chickened out–maybe I should do it another time, i’m not ready yet. Already making up your mind, you pull out your notebook and its front cover is worn from all the mishandling from all the times you managed to catch it falling as you rush to catch up on your notes, when you jump in your seat upon hearing a voice.
“I didn’t know we were sitting in the front today?” Kunimi takes a seat besides you, already placing his bag on the floor in front of him and slides his laptop onto his table. You return his smile, and you quickly apologizes. What’s there to say sorry for? When he chuckles, it eases some of the nervousness away. You catch it a couple times when he laughs like this, when you laugh at his jokes and give him one of yours, or when the two of you are studying and you both share the same complaint on a question.
None of you speak during the duration of class, you’re basically falling asleep from the boring lecture and the repetitive typing of keys from kunimi’s laptop but you managed to scrape by when everyone leaves. You pulled your stuff together in your bag, you awkwardly stand there waiting to let him know that you were leaving, but when you look over to watch kunimi put his laptop in his bag, he questions, “Can I talk to you for a minute..?”
The two of you stood outside the hallway, it was relatively quiet after the crowd of people left and only a few still lingered in the benches out in the hall. The professor exits the lecture room and asks if the two of you needed any questions, but you shook your head when he leaves. You started to resort back to old habits when you play with the sleeve of your shirt, your attention isn’t on the male anymore when your anxiety peaks but you do focus on what he is saying. He mumbles about how he told off that girl for saying rude comments, and how he should’ve at least walked you back,but he understands that you needed space.
“I want to say sorry..for doing that to you,but” you take a seat besides him, “I–I uh, ..” the words you wanted to say disappears from thought, as you tried to finish your apology, kunimi stops you. He help calm you down, telling you that you didn’t need to explain and that he understands–he says he’ll do the same if someone fat-shamed him, but you believe that’s not true. You ended up telling the timeline of your story; when you first moved thinking life would be much better, to how your first day in school was a disaster that you barely made any friends, and ending it with your trauma of the situation a few weeks ago.
“Sorry, for trauma dumping you” you giggle when you see his awkward face, you can tell he doesn’t know what to say and you wouldn't too if the roles were reversed. “No, it’s fine..”
You had to leave for your job, but the tension between the two of you is much lighter and the two of you already made plans to study at your favorite cafe for the upcoming tests(finals). Your work in the library has mild down through the course of a couple days allowing you to get some homework in, you’ve been staying late to cover backed up work(even though your boss told you to leave, you felt guilty for taking time off). Sitting at your ‘throne’--you remembered kunimi’s words the last time he visited, your desk littered with another set of chemistry problems when your phone chimes besides your hand.
Kunimi: you busy there?
You smile when you read his text, something you unintentionally been doing until your past few meetings with kunimi, and you return the text; nope, study rn. hbu? Tapping your pencil at your phone case, the device takes over your papers in the center, distracting you from your work. You ended up talking(texting) kunimi for the past few hours, and you were tired on your way back home. When you arrived back home, you come back from using the toilet and grabbed your phone, a few notifications displayed on your phone screen.
Kunimi: do you want to study together in my place? Or we can go to the cafe again,
Study..in his place? Am I even allowed to do that? You panicked when reading his request, you hesitate when you respond. You took time to think about it, but every response seems to not fit in with the scenario so you answered with the one that seems the best; Let me ask my parents first.
You sat there reading over the text already regretting your choice–maybe I should’ve said okay, your mind tries to justify that he might think you’re weird for needing to ask your parents when you’re well off as an adult and in college, and you hear a notification. ‘So, did they say yes?’ and you giggle at the text, responding with a ‘did you want them to?’ you sit towards the edge of your bed and bring your feet to slip in your slippers to head down where your parents reside watching their late night show on the television, when he replied with, yeah.
Sunday comes and you’re on the train towards campus, you recall your conversation with your parents, your dad already tells you no because he doesn’t like that kunimi is a boy and he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings anymore(because you know there’s gonna be a fight when he assumes that you’re going to do things other than study, and you will say something along the lines that he doesn’t trust you to do something low like that), but while your mom lets you go. Kunimi lives in an apartment nearby school he texts you, but when you are looking at the maps in your phone you stare at the screen in confusion. Where am I supposed to go?
Kunimi: look up, dummy. I’m here to pick u up
Huh? You blinked up to find kunimi standing behind the herd of people; he’s sitting on the edge of the bench by the vending machine, playing with his phone in between his fingers, twirling the device around, and he sits up to wave at you. Squeezing by the crowd of people, you find your way in front of him and wave a small ‘hi’ back(even though you could just say it).
“Ready to go?”
You nod, and follow him out of the station, he asks you how’s the train ride and you tell him that you were nervous that you were gonna be lost but you thanked him for being your tour guide. Walking through the campus, taking turns and walking to areas you’ve never been to, it was quite the sight-seeing experience. It didn’t take long before you’re standing in front of the building, it was a few floors high and looked beautiful with its glass windows and modern, chic model.
Let’s go in, he says and you were pretty sure you looked like a puppy following behind kunimi. You can sense him chuckle when you’ve been repeating the same words over and over again–wow, woah.., oh cool! And he can give a hint of what you’ll say once he opens the front door. His room was somewhat clean, three pairs of sneakers piled up at the corner of the entryway(“oh shit-“ he curses when the door made a mess of his shoes), the main area seemed well-kept(something you somehow didn’t expect a boy’s room to be), but seeing the small one-bedroom place it seems nice and homely(you wonder how it feels to have a place of your own).
“Just place your stuff anywhere,” you nod with a soft okay, dropping your tote bag on the couch and you watch him clear out the kitchen island. ”Are you fine to work here, or in the living room?” Making yourself comfortable on his living room floor as he busy himself with getting beverages for the both of you, you took another look around as you pulled out your materials.
I hope tea is fine, kunimi sets down two cups in front of you and he moves to his room you presume, to get his study materials and takes a seat besides you. Where shall we start? You watched him as he flips the pages of the finals review, and you were hit with the feels that the two of you might not share the same classes next semester. The thought scares you, and you reply with I think acids and bases, that you two might not be as close anymore due to busy in schedules.
The two of you study in silence; your scribbles echoes in the silence and pausing every time you take a sip of your tea until there’s no more, you notice his knee shaking with his criss-crossed seating position. While talking about the subject has distracted you from your dark thoughts, you can’t help but also daydream about possibly dating him, moving in with him, and cuddling with him–your face reddened at the thought of it, and you shook your head, gaining the attention of the male.
“Is there something wrong with the answer?”
You waved your hands in a ‘no!’ manner, chuckling when he thought you were shaking your head because you believed the answer was wrong(which isn’t the case). You muttered an excuse, and he smiles back, You’re cute. He says, and turns back to his paper leaving you speechless.
When you return home, those two words lingers in your mind as you walk past your parents in a daze like a lifeless doll. Upon reaching your room, you shut the door behind you and smiled brightly and jumped on your bed–squeaking and kicking your legs at the mattress. I can’t believe he called me cute! You wondered what kunimi’s thinking back in his apartment, you heave a sigh and turned your body to look up at the plain ceiling. I really hope he does have feelings…
And you moved into final week with a giddy feeling, in a good way, as you do your best on your finals! You and kunimi spent the rest of the school weeks during weekends visiting the dining hall, or the cafe, studying. He sometimes waits for your work study job to end, and gives you tips on how to solve and work on that specific problem you can't grasp. The meeting with your family was quite embarrassing throughout the study date, your parents giving him a hard time when they assumed the two of you are dating, and your mother tries multiple attempts to sneak in your room to give you snacks and fruit, while your dad speaks(louder than usual) asking your mom “what they’re doing in there.”
“Where are you?” you questioned on the phone, looking around the park for the male, it was the start of summer and you were planning on meeting with kunimi.
Finding refuge on the edge of the fountain in the midst of the park, the last of the cherry blossom petals disappears in the wind and you sat watching the children run with their parent not far from them; the water drizzles on your skin, giving you a cool sensation from the sun’s rays, you cover your eyes with your hands when you see the male approaching your figure. You stand and give him a wave, not forgetting to mention the weather the two of you move to a quieter space.
You felt nervous creep up on you when you watch kunimi play with the back of his nape, his eyes fall elsewhere before looking straight into yours. You bit your lip when you watch his part open to speak, and your chest tightens;
“Will you go on a date with me, y/n?”
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heartsoji · 1 year
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KUNIMI AKIRA: the start
the start of your relationship with kunimi was very hesitant.
you had seen all those cute couple things online and had complained about wanting to do them, but kunimi wasn't one to take the initiative and take you out for picnic dates or ask you to do the laundry with him, and asking him was actually a lot more nerve-wracking than expected.
one thing in particular that you had always wanted to do but couldn't because you didn't have a boyfriend (rip i don't either) was to steal his hoodies, wear them with pride, and not giving a f*ck about his demands to give it back. and in your pre-relationship mind, kunimi had lots and they looked really comfy so it would be cute. however, it was actually kind of scary. like this was the start of your relationship with him. you didn't want to cause any conflict. what if he got mad that you took one? what if it caused a fight between the two of you and your relationship would become rocky? there was just too much at risk.
however, you still desperately wanted to wear one, so you not-so-subtly tried to get kunimi to give you one instead.
"aki, i'm kinda cold."
"yeah?" *gives you a hug*
and while yes, this was very cute, he was not taking the hint.
he was denser than you thought.
eventually, you couldn't take it anymore and just took one. you decided to take one that you rarely ever saw him wear and just hope that he didn't notice.
you came to kunimi's prepared. you had already memorized where kunimi kept that specific hoodie and where he put his spare hangers. you brought a large tote bag to store the hoodie with a plushie inside to avoid suspicion. you put an alarm on your phone as a fake reminder that would strike after you had stolen the hoodie. then, while he was in the bathroom, you sprinted to his closet, opened it quietly, pulled the hoodie off the hanger, put it with his other spares, quietly shut his closet, pulled out the plushie, and replaced it with his hoodie. you then tossed your bag by the door underneath your coat and ran back to your former spot on his couch, plushie in your arms. when he came back, you presented him with the plushie.
"ta-da! i saw it at the arcade and it reminded me of you, so i got it."
this wasn't a lie, so you were able to say it smoothly.
he smiled softly and accepted the gift, giving you a small "thanks" and a shy peck on your forehead, which made you fall for him a little more.
then, your "reminder" on your phone went off.
"AH! sorry aki gotta go no time to explain no need to see me off love you bye!" and with that, you rushed off. you didn't want him to see your stuffed tote.
when you returned home, you pulled the hoodie out of your tote. it was a simple dark grey hoodie with a small logo on the top right corner. you pulled it over your head and inhaled its scent.
because he didn't wear it often, it didn't smell like him very much. however, it did just a little bit, which left a little grin on your face. you hoped that he wouldn't notice it was gone.
but of course, kunimi's an observant guy and noticed.
"hey, y/n?" kunimi waved you over the next day at lunch.
"what, aki?" you asked innocently.
"have you seen my hoodie? the grey one."
fuck.
"y-you have a lot of grey ones, aki." you stuttered.
"i guess. sorry, just wanted to know if you had seen it since you came over yesterday." he said.
"n-no..?"
"oh. ok. thanks anyways. i love you."
you felt your heart flutter at the last part and couldn't take it anymore.
"a-aki.. i took your hoodie. 'm sorry." you admitted, looking down shyly at your feet.
he looked a little surprised. just a little.
"but why though?" he asked. "i'm not mad by the way, just curious."
you could feel your cheeks heating up. "it.. kinda smells like you."
anyone who didn't know better would think that kunimi was unfazed by this. but if you just looked at his ears, you could see a red tint.
"oh." he said slowly, before pulling his favorite hoodie out of his bag.
"here." he held it out to you, eyes to the side.
"huh..?" you were confused. what was going on?
"i don't wear that one often. take this one instead." he mumbled.
you felt your heart swell and you accepted the hoodie.
"thanks, aki!" you said happily.
you nuzzled your face into the soft material. this one had a much stronger scent than the other one and you loved it. you pulled it on over your uniform and smiled brightly, burying your face into it like he did with his.
he looked away, his ears a bright red. "yeah, yeah." he muttered before giving you a quick peck on the forehead.
"and by the way.. you can take them whenever you want. it's a good way to brand you as mine." he added before walking back to his table, leaving you standing there, frozen. you could feel your cheeks burning like crazy.
bonus - 3 months later
"Y/N GIVE ME BACK MY HOODIE ITS BEEN 3 MONTHS"
"NO"
*tackles you on the couch and tickles you until ur wheezing before pulling it off of your figure and holding it in the air triumphantly*
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lexinympho · 2 years
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Reader who deflects compliments
Kuroo, Suna, Kunimi, Himekawa & Bokuto x gn!reader
Tags/Warnings: Fluff (this whole thing is very soft ngl), a bit of angst, established relationship in the first 3 parts, kinda insecure reader, halfway proofread lol
A/N: Not me prematurely posting another fic😩This is my first time ever doing a headcanon list with multiple characters, so forgive me for this one being pretty rusty and excessively lengthy. Take a shot everytime you see the words "compliment", "praise", and "comment" lol
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Kuroo
Tetsuro took every chance he could to throw compliments your way, not necessarily because you're his s/o, but complimenting you is something he finds joy in (your reactions are something he lives for). And since he loves doing it, it didn't take him very long to notice what kind of compliments you have trouble accepting, particularly ones that praise any effort you've put into something. If he commented on your hair, you'd deflect by saying you didn't do much to warrant a comment. If he said he loved how you decorated the room, you'd respond by saying you could've done more. If he even says you did a good job cleaning the dishes, you'll just say you wish you didn't take so long.
He tried to chalk it up to you simply not being used to compliments pertaining to your hard work, but couldn't keep doing so after a while of you repeatedly doubting yourself.
Things came to a head when he watched you work tirelessly on an art project for 2 weeks. It was a big project, one that he's had to pull you away from on numerous occasions so you'd take a break; he knew how much effort you were putting into it not just for a good grade, but for your personal expectations as well. When he commented positively on the art project as its due date nears, he wasn't the least bit surprised when you turned to him apprehensively.
"Um," your eyes flickered back and forth between him and the artwork as you fiddled with your fingers, "are you sure? Not that I don't believe you, but I'm not finished with it, so-"
"[Y/N], it really looks good. If anything, it looks like you're pretty much finished with it."
"...But I feel like this part-"
"I'm serious." He cut you off with a pinch to your side to rid you of any tension, then said with an easy smile, "You only have so much time to work on it more anyways."
You didn't look entirely convinced, but you went along and said, "Yeah, I guess."
He finally decided to speak up as he sat beside you, "Why do you do that anyways?"
"Hm?" You looked back to see him fixating you with a small frown, then asked somewhat cautiously to avoid upsetting him, "Do what?"
"Deflect."
"...I dunno." You broke eye contact to stare at your creation and conjure an answer he'd be satisfied with, "I guess I just feel like I need to earn it or something..."
"You don't feel like you deserve a positive critique? That pains me y'know, here I am wanting to inflate your ego and yet here you are doubting your own boyfriend-"
You forced yourself to stifle a smile at his dramatic flair, "I'm sorry, but-"
"Do you really believe you have to work for any praise from me?"
"No, I mean, yes, well-"
"Don't hurt yourself."
"Shut up!" You managed to get out with the laugh he pulled from you. "It's just...weird to explain, and hard to understand."
"Try me~"
Internally thankful for him diminishing any unease you had left in you, you clasped your hands together as you began, "It's honestly not that big of a deal, I'm just so used to putting in the work to hear feedback or get a clap on the shoulder. So when I don't do as much as I would or as efficiently as I'd hope, it's unfamiliar territory hearing someone praise me regardless."
"So," he spoke from his reclined position, "you're basically not used to receiving compliments you haven't worked for?"
"I guess?" You awkwardly toyed with your fingers and added with an airy laugh as you looked back to Tetsuro, "That makes it seem like I can't handle being called attractive."
He adjusted his posture so he could lean towards you to pull your chair closer, then proceeding to lean his head on your shoulder. Wearing a contemplative but committed smile, he concluded, "Guess I'll have to flatter you so much that you're used to it."
You playfully pushed at him until he wrapped his mile long arms around your torso. You give up by that point and say "Isn't it bad to flatter? You don't want me to get used to it anyways, I might develop an ego."
He burrowed his permanent bedhead into your neck and countered, "There's nothing wrong with a bit of confidence."
"Mhm, famous last words."
He chuckled before he tightened his hold around you and looked up to meet your eyes, "I'm serious. I'll make sure you can't find it in yourself to doubt...yourself. That came out weird, but you understand, I'd rather you feel like you achieved something instead of getting frustrated with trying to meet expectations. Just do as much as you want without worrying whether or not someone will judge your efforts, your evaluation of your work always comes first and matters the most. And if you really feel like you wanted to do more, then work on it. But do it for yourself."
You wanted to say something in response to his insightful monologue, but he genuinely left you speechless. It's been a long time since someone made you feel like they weren't telling you 'it's okay for you to not do your best', 'you're only human', or 'it's not that serious', only for you to feel like you were underperforming or doing the bare minimum. Perhaps it was Tetsuro's sincerity that made his words stick in your brain much stronger than anyone else's, because you know he'd never sugar coat his words to make you feel better. He's the bona fide embodiment of honesty.
He seemed satisfied irregardless of your lack of response, "And remember that."
"...Tetsu?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
"No problem." His face changed in little to no time after saying that. "Actually..." he trailed off mischievously.
"Wha--pfft!" You desperately tried and failed to push his hands away from you.
"You owe me the rest of the night now that you're finished with your project."
"I--hehehe--I'm not done-"
"It looks pretty done to me babe!"
As jubilant giggles bubbled from your chest due to his wandering fingers tickling your sides, you felt yourself believing that you'd eventually drop your bad habit with his help. You wanted to get better at taking his (and everyone else's) compliments, and he wanted you to feel good about receiving them, so there's no reason for your combined endeavors to not pay off.
It unquestionably took some time for you to get into a different mindset concerning your work ethic, but you eventually found yourself doubting your efforts less and less, not giving in to your past habit of comparing them to his compliments. It's gotten to a point where you'd confidently say you're enough to deserve his praise and affection without having to prove yourself in some way.
And Tetsuro can say with certainty he'd never grow tired of reminding you of that singular fact every moment he could.
Suna
Rintarou could only feel an odd sense of nostalgia, amusement, and the slightest bit of irritation after you made a degrading comment about your academic prowess. He invaded your study session and playfully complained about you ignoring him for your studies, which led to you saying something along the lines of, "Well I wouldn't have to study so much if I wasn't so dumb lol." That in turn prompted him to throw you on your bed and call you a polymath, something you had to look up the definition for since he wouldn't tell you.
"I'm not a polymath, that sounds so extra."
"It's a perfect description! 'A person of wide-ranging knowledge and learning' describes you to a T."
"You only picked that word because I'm cramming."
"Not gonna lie, I kinda did. But it's not extra."
"I'm not that smart-"
"Are you calling me a liar?" The question was a serious one, but the tone he used to ask it was anything but.
Your befuddled brain had trouble comprehending that however and sent you into a flurry of words (if they can be called that), "N-No but-"
"Then take the compliment, you're a genius who's cramming like crazy for a test they want to do well on." He said while delivering a heartfelt thump to your forehead with a straight face.
You waved his hand away to rub at your forehead and retort, "Geniuses don't cram. And 'polymath'? Of all words?"
A smile finally broke through, irrespective of your usual difficulty accepting his words as the truth, and he said, "No need to be modest~"
You stubbornly remained silent as you went back to your phone.
Anyone who didn't know you well would easily pass off your reaction to compliments as excessive modesty with how good you are at discreetly rebuffing their words of praise. It's a good thing Rintarou knows you well enough to understand that your 'excessive modesty' is more so you not knowing how to accept praise without seeing the downside to their words. In fact, your self-deprecating nature only truly comes out when you're alone with him, something you'd offhandedly disclosed when you assumed he wasn't listening. Not that it needed to be verbalized, he came to the conclusion on his own after some time, long before dropping the 'best friend' label between you two.
He'd normally grow frustrated from repeatedly dealing with someone else's internal issues or bad habits; having known you for so long though, he could never muster the energy to stay mad at you or blow up in your face. Especially since, as you said, you can't quite help the pavlovian responses after using them for years.
You've thankfully gotten better at not contradicting any approbation that comes your way, only stumbling on occasion when a simple 'thank you' isn't at the forefront of your mind. And though you refrain from making it a constant occurence, you show in your own ways your gratefulness for Rin's help getting you to this point. Some may think his practical nature clashes with the need for reassurance or stability, but you think that down-to-earth approach is needed.
That aforementioned gratefulness is currently being demonstrated, in your opinion, by allowing him to interrupt your study time for a cuddling session (he argued he was doing you a favor).
"What're you thinking about?" Rintarou mumbled from his place on your torso.
You put your phone down to acknowledge him, "How much you have to deal with me when-"
"I don't deal with you, I love you." His head shot up as he said that with a stern look.
"-when I get in my moods."
He laid his head back down, "Well you're doing better now, yeah?"
"Yeah, I am," you said sincerely. A blanket of serene silence settled as you ran your fingers through his hair, only to be lifted when you asked lowly, "You really think I'll do a good job on that test?"
"You're a literal brainiac, you'll be fine."
"That doesn't guarantee anything, math isn't my strong point."
He looked back up, "I think the fact that you've been locked up in your dorm room surrounded by any and all studying material and hardly replied to my texts until I broke in says you're going to pass."
Though said in jest, you feel sentimentality settle in your heart after his elongated response as you say, "Wow, you must really love me, huh?"
"You have no idea."
Some part of you takes that to heart, knowing that he truly does love you more than you could hope to comprehend. Considering how swift he is in tackling your deep-rooted insecurities and uplifting your self-esteem, you'd say his everlasting support is a testament to how fathomless his love is.
Love won't get you a passing grade on your math exam though. One look at the time had you pushing at his shoulders and saying, "Rin, get up, it's been 30 minutes."
He squeezed tighter and burrowed his face in your stomach, "You said an hour-"
"You said an hour, and I didn't agree to that-"
Kunimi
Akira is well aware of what backhanded compliments are, all too often being on the receiving end of them himself, and sometimes dishing similar comments out to others who rub him the wrong way. So when he sees you've changed your hairstyle and pulled on a jacket before the day was remotely halfway over with, he knew it probably had to do with what your classmate said earlier. She attempted to pass her comments off as genuine praise, but you and Akira were never fond of how she liked using insults disguised as compliments to get under everyone's skin. Her saying, "You should wear ponytails more often," seemed innocent enough until she tacked on, "you wear your hair down too much if you ask me." And as for the shirt, "What made you decide to dress up today?"
That one is self-explanatory.
Akira is now left sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and wondering how to approach you about what happened. Although he makes it a point to not force you into speaking your heart out, you do tend to keep mishaps to yourself (in your own words, "I don't like dumping my issues on you.") Of course he had an in-depth conversation with you about doing that, going so far to say he wouldn't mind even if you talked his ears off, something he knows isn't likely considering how little you actually speak for long periods of time. But during the few moments where you did, you mentioned once, and only once, how you had trouble taking compliments seriously because you'd oftentimes hear backhanded ones from your own family.
That gave him context as to why you used to fixate him with certain looks whenever he said something nice about you, and he never made a huge deal out of your reactions. He understood where you were coming from because you opened up and spoke to him, in spite of your previous fears of him dismissing you due to the mien of indifference he exudes around others.
Right now however, you're doing the opposite, and he's quite frankly confused.
He lazily pulled himself off the couch and travelled to the kitchen to say something (he's not sure what to say to be perfectly honest). He watched you for a bit as you flipped grilled cheese sandwiches in a pan before he stated nonchalantly, "You changed your shirt."
"I just wanted to change into something more comfortable." You answered effortlessly without looking away from the task at hand.
Good excuse. He'd call you out on it, but the fact that you're giving an excuse in the first place tells him he should proceed with caution. He leaned on the counter, listening to the sizzle of butter against the surface of the pan, and contemplates his next move. He feels pretty enervated right now, he probably doesn't have to bring up the university girl, you two could just relax for the rest of the day. Lie in bed with the grilled cheese sandwiches and watch a corny movie to poke fun at, and maybe finally have a talk later on or tomorrow, whenever you seem more open to the possibility-
That's just more trouble, he thought to himself. The statement sounds a bit mean in his head, but he knows he wouldn't be able to completely unwind with you if his mind is stuck on this. More important than that however is you being avoidant of the topic, worrying him more than he'd like to admit.
With a soft inhale, he starts-
"It's something how someone I don't care for, let alone hardly know, can affect me like that," you randomly say as you remove the sandwiches from the pan once they've reached an optimal crispness.
-only to let out a breath when you speak first.
You glanced back when you add, "I figured I might as well say something since I could feel you psyching yourself up."
He pursed his lips and returned with, "I wasn't 'psyching myself up'. Just thinking if I needed to start or if you wanted to." It's not until after hearing what you said when he realizes another thing that bothered you, probably more than the comments themself: the idea of someone who's not close to you managing to hit you where it hurts definitely isn't one that's easy to come to grips with.
"It's nothing any different from the usual, just me paying too much attention to the negatives." You finally turn the stove off and turn to look at him with a tentative expression, "I know what's her face was being kind of sarcastic, but another girl came up to me later and said my ponytail was cute. I could tell she was being legit, so that made me feel a little better I guess."
"It was cute." Akira said honestly.
Your heart fluttered from the comment and spread a sensation of fuzziness throughout you. The fuzziness, however, waged war with the dubiety that was bound to arise after today's events. "You think so?"
He grabbed your hand to pull you closer and say, "I know so."
"Even though I rarely wear it?"
"You know it doesn't bother me how much you wear your hair down. You're the one with the cold ears."
A small laugh rumbled out of you, but you still found yourself asking, "What about the shirt?"
The smirk he suddenly donned warned you of his incoming tease when he answered, "It's nice and all, but you should really start wearing mine more-"
"I'm wearing one of your shirts right now you overgrown sloth."
"I meant out and about, like to uni-"
"Aki!" You protested, but knew you truly had no real difficulty going along with his request, it's mostly a matter of privacy.
"Really though," he pulled you in for a hug, "however you dress should be up to you. Some blonde background character in the back of class definitely doesn't have the authority to judge you, got it?"
"'Blonde background character'..."
"Neither of us remember her name, admit it."
You silently pulled away to grab your plate of grilled cheese sandwiches before saying, "Let's eat these before they get cold."
He light-heartedly rolled his eyes but followed you to the bedroom as he said, "You should wear your ponytail tomorrow just to piss her off."
"Shut up." You laughed him off but didn't feel all that opposed to the idea.
Himekawa
Aoi would be lying if he told himself he didn't develop some kind of interest for you when you took up the managerial position of the team; he is lying by pushing aside the fact that his interest actually started from your time together in class. He invariably observes you any time you're in the same vicinity as him, feeling revitalized from the sound of your voice reverberating around the gym, while managing to turn his head away at the speed of sound when you nearly catch his eyes on you. His fellow teammates are all too aware of the effect you have on the freshly turned 2nd year, especially the former 3rd years who visit on occasion, but it's not as though he's been fervently hiding his growing adoration for you. He oft gets called out whenever he seems to be waiting for you to come back from one of your duties, somehow being the one to walk you home when the rest of the team trickles down throughout the endeavor, and when he's bringing you up in conversation much more than intended.
To make a long story short, his year and a half of knowing you gave him ample time to espy a perplexing mannerism of yours that only makes itself known when you hear any laudation about yourself. It's nothing remarkably alarming, but you tend to boomerang compliments. You're not necessarily unaccepting of the compliment as far as he can see, but you aren't directly accepting it either.
Normally, he wouldn't pry about things unless they needed to be pried about; you don't appear to be outwardly denying any of your positives at least. But the earnestness that lights your eyes up tends to flicker when you receive praise, and he feels that in of itself warranted him confronting you about the topic. Which brings his attention back to right now, where he's currently walking you home without the habitual bustle of the team to accompany the stillness of night. After internally giving himself a pep talk, he decided the best time to strike up a discussion was now. He waited for you to finish your recount of today's practice match to look ahead and speak, "Hey, I've been wondering about something."
"Hm?" You purely responded, none the wiser about what he planned to ask, yet acutely aware of his fidgety state when you glanced at him in acknowledgement.
The curly haired male stumbled his way through his question as he picked at his bag strap, "Um...why do you always...throw compliments back at someone when they give you one?" He quickly added with a frenzied wave of his free hand, "N-Not that you have to tell me, it's just, you kind of look like you aren't comfortable, and you never really acknowledge-"
"It's fine, Aoi," you stopped his rambling with a verbal reassurance and leisurely smile. "I didn't think anyone would figure there was something wrong so long as I responded in kind with my own comment."
He didn't think there was something intrinsically wrong with what you were doing, but you went on to answer his question anyway. "I just don't want to come off as hubristic or arrogant, y'know?"
That makes sense. "But I don't think anyone would see you as such if you simply thank them. You're really modest and generally nice to everyone on the team."
"You'd be surprised," you said lowly, promptly taking on a despondent demeanor and looking away from him.
"Ah." Though your answer was short, it held quite a lot of weight and helped him paint a more comprehensive picture of why you react the way you do to praise.
His brief response gave you a certain impression and elicited you to say, "Sorry I'm being such a downer right now."
He stopped walking and lightly grabbed your arm to evoke you into doing the same, "You're not being a downer."
His small action coupled with the equanimous tone he used pulled your gaze back to his resolute expression. He continued, "I don't know about anyone else, but the team and I never compliment you thinking that it'd inflate your ego, we just genuinely appreciate how much you do for us and we want you to know that."
His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, but one small concern still plagued your mind, "I think the problem is that I don't know what exactly to say in response. I feel like 'thank you' isn't enough, but saying anything more might seem pretentious. And then I kind of get stuck trying to choose one or the other, but I end up saying something back instead. It's easier than saying nothing."
He gave a hum of rumination and started back walking as he said, "I think saying 'thank you' is more effective than you think."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he said confidently. "If it really bothers you that you can't think of a follow up, I'm sure most people would understand if that's all you can say."
You then asked fretfully as you're not quite convinced, "What if they expect me to say something back?"
"Then formulate a compliment when you're ready to give them one." He's surprising himself with how smoothly he's generating these answers. Perhaps it's the switched roles of him being the one who knows what he wants to say for once, or the subject matter pertaining to a personal matter of yours. Either way, he seemed to help you deduced from your outlook appearing more enthusiastic and satisfied.
"Okay," you said at the sight of your house just a few feet away. "I guess this is it for now."
"Yeah..." He really didn't want to go, but like you said, it's only temporary. Had he taken his line of sight away from the streetlamp on the side, he would've noticed your shared hesitance to end the conversation. Though he supposes he probably felt it in the unanticipated hug you pulled him into, feeling himself go red in the face from your affectionate side that all too often makes itself known around him.
He hovered an arm over your shoulders, not quite sure if he should reciprocate, this hug somehow feels more intimate than the quick ones you give him back at school.
"Thank you." You spoke faintly into his team jacket.
"Oh, uh, no problem! I mean, I really didn't do much-"
"You did, more than you think," you finished with a brief tightening of you arms before letting go.
He lost his chance to hug you back, but the beaming smile you sent his way when you pulled back somehow made him forget about his second long disappointment. Your infectious exuberance made a smile of his own grow on his face as he waved and said, "See you tomorrow!"
"You too!" You yelled as you walked backwards and waved back.
As he turned around to find his way back to his own home, he thought back to the small exchange just now and realized you already got off to a good start with accepting compliments by thanking him so simply.
He also realized he likes hearing your wholehearted "thank you"s more than your rushed and forced returns of praise.
Bokuto
"You don't have to say that, Kou."
The partially grey haired boy tilted his head much like an owl at your statement from his seat across from you, subconsciously slackening his hold on his pencil at you once again shooting his compliment down like a fighter jet. "What do you mean 'I don't have to say it', it's true."
You seemed conflicted but still smiled as you ignored your homework on the table in front of you to elaborate, "I'm saying that you don't have to say all these things to make me feel better or-"
"And like I said, I say these things because they're true!" If his tone wasn't an indicator of his growing exasperation, his puffed out cheeks certainly were. It's no secret he has a huge crush on you, well, it's no secret to everyone except you. It's not as though he's tried to hide his fondness of you however, he takes any opportunity he can to hang around you and and his heart jumps for joy when you give him the time of day. The only bad thing he has to admit to himself is how you can't seem to take him seriously, at least not in the way he wants you to.
"You're just being nice!"
"Gah!" The young man looked as though you'd just ripped his soul out with those four words. He dramatically dropped his head to the table and mumbled in a melancholic tone, "It's just like Akaashi said..."
"W-What did he say?" Nothing bad I hope.
"He said you've probably been ignoring my compliments because you think I'm being nice." Though his face is hidden, you can imagine he bears a strong resemblance to a puppy who just lost their favorite toy. He fervidly tried to ignore his friend's words, no matter how true they seem to ring at the time. Akaashi even went on to explain why he thought that was the case, every single one of his points ranging from you laughing Koutarou off to you occasionally saying he's exaggerating, all of which just served to set off alarms in Koutarou's head. That's actually what led him to run for the hills and find you to have a spontaneous study session in the library (disguised as an interrogation of the sorts).
"Oh. Is that...not the case?" Now you feel quite dumb for making assumptions.
Hearing your tone change, Koutarou lifted his head just enough to see the questioning face you give him, and decided to take the reigns of this conversation by saying, "Depends. Why do you think I'm just being nice to you?"
You cringed at the whole you dug for yourself, knowing he wasn't going to let this slide, and diffidently answered, "Well, y'know...it's you-"
He sat upright in a flash, "Is there something wrong with me!?"
"No, no," you shushed him as a reminder of the location you're currently in, "there's nothing wrong with you at all."
"Oh, okay."
You saw a imaginary glow of pride appear around him after you said that and internally laughed, but you had to pull yourself out of the sweet moment to clarify, "You're a really positive guy, so much so that...I have to wonder how much of what you say is genuine or out of courtesy."
The glow died down, "Oh." Only to return in a different form when he perked up determinedly, "But I wouldn't lie to you about something I compliment you over, really."
"But you compliment me about everything!" You inwardly flinched at your loss of control over your volume, but continued, "Kou, it's fine and all to compliment me, but you even have something nice to say about my flaws. It's one thing if it's debatable whether or not it's really a flaw, but me accidentally wearing mismatched socks to school isn't something you compliment."
"But they were cute-"
"See? You're doing it again," you pointed strongly.
"But I can't help it when-" I like you! He nearly finished his sentence but closed his mouth before he said something he wasn't quite ready to put out there.
"When what?" You're seriously wondering what he's trying to say and why he stopped himself from saying it.
"...When I care for you." He spoke a bit embarrassedly as he pouted to the side, something that noticeably caught you off guard. "I only compliment you so much because you deserve it. Like when you fixed your hair up, or when you submitted that artwork for the club application-"
"Oh God, don't remind me of that atrocity."
"I really liked it!" He passionately added as he shook his fists in front of himself, "And when you helped me with tutoring! Half of this stuff I could hardly understand without your help." He most definitely would've kept going on had you not put a hand up to stop him from doing so.
His words struck a chord in you and made you think for a few seconds about what he just said. Mayhaps the one thing that kept you from totally dismissing his compliments were how specific they tend to be, as he'd just exemplified, proof that he wasn't pulling all of this out of his ass and just being nice. You felt an innocent warmth tickle at your cheeks, but paid no mind to it, "You really think my tutoring helped?"
He finally spoke happily at the first sign of you taking his words in, "I know it did, Akaashi even said so. Even though I kind of got us off track from what's in front of us," he finished with a laugh.
Laughing along with him, "We should have plenty of time to finish this."
"Oh, do you have the macarons you mentioned earlier?" He excitedly peeked to your back beside you.
"After we finish."
He obliged innocently, not even aware of the oncoming compliment, "Okay, you know I can't help myself, they're so good~"
They're not all that. You nearly let that slip out before stopping yourself, not wanting to contradict his reassuring words already, and also knowing he'd never fib about food of all things. Thinking back to his words however makes you dwell on what he was going to say earlier before changing his answer.
An 'I like you' is probably too unrealistic.
A sudden epiphany of everything he's ever said and done had your mind blanking on you when it quite literally shone a light on a plausible yet unbelievable theory. A glance at him revealed he'd been staring at you the whole time you zoned out, the sight making your heart skip a beat as you asked nervously, "Sorry, did you say something?"
He shook his head and looked down to his paper in giddiness, "Nope."
It got hotter under your button-up, your brain struggling to comprehend that you're heavily blushing right now and doing a poor job of hiding it.
You thought to yourself as you turned to your own paper and fanned yourself, I'm fucked.
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A/N: Thank you for reading this hot mess. I wish I didn't take so long with this because I've been talking about it for a few days now, but it was good practice writing about multiple characters at one like this (that and practice for writing headcanon lists of this type).
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Haikyuu!! but make it Greek Mythology
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summary: do i actually need to explain this? part 1 probably
featuring: multiple characters [atsumu, osamu, suna, kita, kunimi, hinata, kageyama, kiyoko, ukai, tenma, terushima]
warnings: crack
a/n: don´t take this too seriously, this is all in good fun ♡
haikyuu!! masterlist
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Atsumu as Apollo who´s sociable and loves entertaining the masses; adored by many, he has high standards and doesn´t give his time to those who don´t meet them; dedicated to his art to an almost obsessive level, always looking to improve and reinvent himself; competitive as hell
Osamu as Artemis looked as his brother and decided he doesn´t want to be like him, ever; he´s not afraid to go his own way despite what society might expect of him; not as in the eye of the public as his twin, even though he´s just as skilled (maybe even more so), competitive as hell, too
Suna as Hermes has the sitch on everyone; no embarrassing accident, gossip or campus fight (ahem ahem, the twins) is safe from him and you‘ll have to seriously bribe him not to spill the tea on you; a guy to steal sacred cattle with [a Greek mythology and German pun in one? Someone take the internet away from me]
Kita as Hestia keeps the peace in his team; doesn´t fancy himself particularly powerful yet his humility and steadiness is his strength; he places a high importance on family and togetherness and genuinely believes you can achieve more as team than on your own; overshadowed by the rest of his team but just might be the most vital member without whom everyone else would fall apart
Kunimi as Hypnos who just wants to go home and take a nap; has no energy for your bs
Hinata as Heracles who at the start of his journey didn´t get taken seriously by pretty much anyone; driven by his ambitions, he has to face numerous trials to earn his spot amongst the top but damn, does he work for it; in the end, nobody can deny his righteous place by the side of the best of the best
Kageyama as Midas whose every set he touches turns to gold; and while it might seem like a blessing at first, it manifested as a curse at one point, making him untouchable to everyone around him and eventually isolating him from his peers
Kiyoko as Helen which doesn´t need an explanation, honestly; beautiful enough to start a war over and fuel the jealousy of the goddess of beauty herself, yet there´s only one true love for her and everyone else gets shut down
Ukai as Chiron who is partly to blame for the new generation of monsters; while not all of his heroes -eh I mean players- go on to make it to the very top, you can’t deny the fruit of his labour when looking at the people he trained (and somewhat raised)
Tenma Udai (first tiny giant) as Pan created a dedicated cult and then dipped; his legacy is still inspiring others although nobody quite knows what happened to him
Terushima as Dionysus just wants to fucking party, man; if you´re not having a good time, what´s the point? 
Bonus:
Holly as Daphne who turned herself into a laurel tree running from Apollo aka her motivation to write an actual fic
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Acting Skills
Pairing: Kunimi Akira x Reader
25 Days of Christmas Day 3
Request: Secret Relationship: #3 "How long do you think it's going to take before your family finds out?" Prompts: #10 "It wasn’t me, I swear!" #55 "Wait hold on- I'm coming with you."
Word Count: 2.1k Genre: Fluff
A/N: For @lazykunimi Bonus Prompts: #66 "You can hold my hand if you want." #135 "Why does no one likes my plans?"
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It was Yūtarō who figured you out first. Or, at least, you think it was. Since he was the one to bring up the plan. The one who showed up to the usual game night with Akira and you with the goal of sitting you both down for a talk rather than games. Yūtarō who was about to become your brother-in-law in-
“Less than a week.” Yūtarō spoke your last thoughts as he stared at you and Akira. “Less than a week until the wedding and neither of you have a plus one.” He was glaring at you both and you could feel yourself wanting to shrink into nothingness. A quick glance at Akira made it seem like he was indifferent to the lecture but the small twitch of a grimace at the corner of his lips gave him away. This lecture was your sister’s words coming out of Yūtarō’s mouth and you all knew it. “Kunimi, you need a date that’s…” he trailed off for a few seconds trying to choose his words wisely, “not like your exes.” Akira scoffed and Yūtarō held up a hand as he kept on. “Also she’s requested you’re not allowed to come alone, so find someone.”
“Damn.” You laughed, teasing Akira to try to rile up a reaction. “My sister really said-”
Yūtarō turned his attention to you quickly. “She also said that you aren’t allowed to show up with any guys like your exes either.” Your jaw dropped but before you could protest, he kept going. “You’re allowed to show up alone if you can’t find anyone though.”
“Cause that’s fair.” Akira mumbled, arms slightly crossed.
You were sure that the two of you resembled a pair of kids being lectured by a parent right about then. And then Yūtarō said the last thing you expected him to. “Or you know, since you’re both single,” he paused for a beat longer than he should have there, just enough time for you and Akira to shift uncomfortably in your seats, “you could always come to the wedding together.”
Akira’s eyes widened in shock and you choked on your own breath. “What!?” You gasped out through coughs as you could feel the heat building in your face. “Why would we do that?” Your sudden outburst had you avoiding looking at Akira next to you as Yūtarō flicked his eyes between the two of you.
“I’m just saying. That’s the rules.” He slapped his hands against his thighs with a sigh and stood up. “Figure it out please, for all our sake.” Yūtarō left that night without engaging in the regular games.
The second that the door shut you let out a small breath you’d been holding. “He knows.” You muttered, dropping your head into your hands with a groan. “He’s gotta know, did you see the way he looked at us?!”
“How’s he supposed to know?” Akira replied and even though you weren’t looking at him you could almost hear the eye roll he gave you.
“Someone must have told him!” You cried out, exasperation laced into your voice.
“Okay, who?” He scoffed at me and you could hear him shift in his seat. “Nobody knows but us.” There was a beat of silence. A moment where the gears in your head were twisting. You didn’t tell him. You narrowed your eyes and turned to look at Akira, an accusing glare pointed at the boy. “It wasn’t me,” he raised his hands up defensively, reading the unspoken accusation, “I swear!”
“Well it wasn’t me!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air with frustration. “I swear he knows!”
Akira sighed. He wrapped his hands around your wrists and pulled you closer gently. “He doesn’t know.” He tried to assure you. His lips pressed softly against your forehead as you groaned, letting myself fall into his chest. “We could just go together, pretend its just platonic?”
“That’s stupid.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes at him. “No one’s supposed to know we’re dating yet. We agreed.” You sighed and looked up at him, “Its such a dumb idea to go and pretend to be platonic.”
“Then we could go as-”
“No!” You exclaimed again.
“Why do you never like my plans?” He let out a huff as he leaned back in his seat. “You’re not ready to let your family know we’re dating.” He mumbled and you nodded with a sigh. “I get that. So let’s just go as friends?”
“The grandparents have a rule about wedding dates. They won’t let me show up with a platonic date.” He sighed but let the predicament settle between you.
“You staying the night tonight?” He mumbled in question. You nodded in response, a small hum coming from your lips as the silence settled between you.
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A week passed like it was no time at all. It was the morning of the wedding and neither Akira nor you could bring yourselves to find a date to the wedding that wasn’t each other.
“Just go without me.” He mumbled as he watched you fiddle with your hair, trying to make sure that the style you picked looked fine.
“We could just be two friends who are pretending to be romantically involved.” You suggested as he raised his eyebrows at you.
“Yeah. Right.” He let out a half laugh. “Two people in a relationship, pretending to not be in a relationship, pretending to be in a relationship.” He tilted his head at you and you sighed in annoyance. “Cause that isn’t complicated and a recipe for disaster.”
“Attitude not appreciated, Kunimi.” You said pointedly and watched as he grimaced slightly at your tone and the use of his surname rather than his given one.
You were easy on him for most of the morning, and by easy you mean you didn’t speak to him much as you continued to get ready. You weren’t particularly fond of wedding ceremonies, the expectations and the waiting for relatives and their ‘when is it your turn’ questions. Akira’s eyes tracked you all morning as you did your makeup and pulled on your outfit for the wedding.
His original disdain for the plan seemed to wear down over the morning, right up to the point where you were finishing with your accessories for the event. He threw his head back with an irritated sigh. “Wait hold on- I'm coming with you."
“What changed your mind?” You joked as you watched him drag himself over to the closet and find his suit. “Don’t like the idea of some guy sidling up with me at the-”
“Shut up before I change it again.” He grumbled half-heartedly as he quickly dressed himself. He moved around the room easily as you smirked slightly from the doorway as he quickly made himself presentable. It took him barely any time at all, his hair sticking up a little bit still as he came up to me.
“Come here,” you giggled a little bit, smoothing down his hair as you kissed his cheek. “Let’s go test our acting skills?”
The ceremony was painstaking. Your arrival together condemned you to a few comments from your best friend who you promptly smacked and warned to shut up with the jabs or you’d make his wedding day his last day. You’d told your entire immediate family that you weren’t romantically involved while agreeing to act like you were for the rest of the attendees.
Sitting in the seats quietly as your sister married made it feel like seconds were minutes. You were happy for her, ecstatic actually, and knew that she was happy with Yūtarō. But for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to shake the uncomfortable feeling of the crowd. Of the tossed around glances and the whispers from gossips in the crowd who were trying to decide who wouldn’t be going home with who they showed up with.
Akira’s hand brushed against your thigh, softly getting your attention. When you looked down, his hand was laid with its palm up and open—an invitation. “You can hold my hand if you want.” He whispered, not looking away from the ceremony. “I know you’re uncomfortable, let me be there for you. Chalk it up to playing the part.”
A small smile pulled up on the corner of your lips as you slid your hand into his. The discreet gesture warming up your heart at the fact that he could tell the smallest change in your demeanor and what it meant. A wave of comfort washed through you as he squeezed your hand lightly, never once glancing over.
The rest of the ceremony passed without incident, your hand sitting discreetly in his, laid between you on the seats. The reception was better, livelier, more talking and music, food. There were a few times that relatives had come and pestered you about when it was going to be “your turn,” to which you always replied with awkward laughter. You were currently sat at a table with your parents as they commended you for making your relationship “look so real.” Another comment that was met with awkward laughter. Akira had been right, the pretending to be just friends pretending to be a couple was making your head spin. You were forgetting which story which people had.
Your parents excused themselves from the table to float towards the dance floor. You sighed and let your head fall to the table, pushing the last of your food around on your plate with a fork. Akira laughed from the seat next to you and leaned his head down to look at you, eye level. “What?” You narrowed your eyes at him.
“You thinking about how I was right?” He teased, a small glint in his eye as he smirked lightly at you. You rolled your eyes and trained them back on your food. “We could just tell people.” You shook your head and he sighed, his hand brushing against yours. “Well how about we go dance then?”
You laughed lightly at what you assumed was a joke but when you turned to look at him he was already moving to stand. “Wait…” you trailed off, sitting up straight as you watched him hold out his hand for you. “I can’t believe you’re serious.”
“Come on,” he rolled his eyes half-heartedly, “one dance won’t hurt us.” You slowly reached your hand out, letting him grab onto it and haul you up. “Just one dance.” He whispered as he guided you out to the dance floor.
You hesitated a few steps behind him as he made his way through the couples already out there. He turned to face you and beckoned you forward lightly. He pulled you forward so that you stumbled into his chest. He laughed lightly and you glared as you straightened up, putting a little bit of space between you. “Not that close.” You whined and he rolled his eyes. You glanced around nervously as he drew your arms up to his shoulders before resting his on your waist.
“Hey,” he called your attention back to him, “stop worrying about it, we can play it off.” He sighed as he drew you closer into his arms. “Lemme have one night to show you off like this.” You could feel the heat in your face pile up, the worry in your chest softening as he pulled you closer. The song playing was a slow song and you let him take the lead of slow dancing there in the middle of everyone else. “Its okay for just one night.” He assured as he guided you even closer.
You smiled lightly as you wound your arms around his neck rather than just laying them on his shoulders. “Just one night.” You mumbled back. He smiled as you relaxed into the movements. You both stayed on the floor for more than one dance, whispered gossip about other people at the party came from his lips, begging laughs from your own.
It was easy and comforting, spinning and swaying with him. It made you question the whole keeping things a secret. About how much longer you could go without being like this with him in public. “So,” Akira’s teasing voice called you out of your thoughts and you looked up at him with a small head tilt of question, “how long do you think it's going to take before your family finds out?" You rolled your eyes with a small smile and landed a smack to his chest resulting in a soft laugh from him. “Just a joke.”
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KUNIMI AKIRA: the start
the start of your relationship with kunimi was very hesitant.
you had seen all those cute couple things online and had complained about wanting to do them, but kunimi wasn't one to take the initiative and take you out for picnic dates or ask you to do the laundry with him, and asking him was actually a lot more nerve-wracking than expected.
one thing in particular that you had always wanted to do but couldn't because you didn't have a boyfriend (rip i don't either) was to steal his hoodies, wear them with pride, and not giving a f*ck about his demands to give it back. and in your pre-relationship mind, kunimi had lots and they looked really comfy so it would be cute. however, it was actually kind of scary. like this was the start of your relationship with him. you didn't want to cause any conflict. what if he got mad that you took one? what if it caused a fight between the two of you and your relationship would become rocky? there was just too much at risk.
however, you still desperately wanted to wear one, so you not-so-subtly tried to get kunimi to give you one instead.
"aki, i'm kinda cold."
"yeah?" *gives you a hug*
and while yes, this was very cute, he was not taking the hint.
he was denser than you thought.
eventually, you couldn't take it anymore and just took one. you decided to take one that you rarely ever saw him wear and just hope that he didn't notice.
you came to kunimi's prepared. you had already memorized where kunimi kept that specific hoodie and where he put his spare hangers. you brought a large tote bag to store the hoodie with a plushie inside to avoid suspicion. you put an alarm on your phone as a fake reminder that would strike after you had stolen the hoodie. then, while he was in the bathroom, you sprinted to his closet, opened it quietly, pulled the hoodie off the hanger, put it with his other spares, quietly shut his closet, pulled out the plushie, and replaced it with his hoodie. you then tossed your bag by the door underneath your coat and ran back to your former spot on his couch, plushie in your arms. when he came back, you presented him with the plushie.
"ta-da! i saw it at the arcade and it reminded me of you, so i got it."
this wasn't a lie, so you were able to say it smoothly.
he smiled softly and accepted the gift, giving you a small "thanks" and a shy peck on your forehead, which made you fall for him a little more.
then, your "reminder" on your phone went off.
"AH! sorry aki gotta go no time to explain no need to see me off love you bye!" and with that, you rushed off. you didn't want him to see your stuffed tote.
when you returned home, you pulled the hoodie out of your tote. it was a simple dark grey hoodie with a small logo on the top right corner. you pulled it over your head and inhaled its scent.
because he didn't wear it often, it didn't smell like him very much. however, it did just a little bit, which left a little grin on your face. you hoped that he wouldn't notice it was gone.
but of course, kunimi's an observant guy and noticed.
"hey, y/n?" kunimi waved you over the next day at lunch.
"what, aki?" you asked innocently.
"have you seen my hoodie? the grey one."
fuck.
"y-you have a lot of grey ones, aki." you stuttered.
"i guess. sorry, just wanted to know if you had seen it since you came over yesterday." he said.
"n-no..?"
"oh. ok. thanks anyways. i love you."
you felt your heart flutter at the last part and couldn't take it anymore.
"a-aki.. i took your hoodie. 'm sorry." you admitted, looking down shyly at your feet.
he looked a little surprised. just a little.
"but why though?" he asked. "i'm not mad by the way, just curious."
you could feel your cheeks heating up. "it.. kinda smells like you."
anyone who didn't know better would think that kunimi was unfazed by this. but if you just looked at his ears, you could see a red tint.
"oh." he said slowly, before pulling his favorite hoodie out of his bag.
"here." he held it out to you, eyes to the side.
"huh..?" you were confused. what was going on?
"i don't wear that one often. take this one instead." he mumbled.
you felt your heart swell and you accepted the hoodie.
"thanks, aki!" you said happily.
you nuzzled your face into the soft material. this one had a much stronger scent than the other one and you loved it. you pulled it on over your uniform and smiled brightly, burying your face into it like he did with his.
he looked away, his ears a bright red. "yeah, yeah." he muttered before giving you a quick peck on the forehead.
"and by the way.. you can take them whenever you want. it's a good way to brand you as mine." he added before walking back to his table, leaving you standing there, frozen. you could feel your cheeks burning like crazy.
bonus - 3 months later
"Y/N GIVE ME BACK MY HOODIE ITS BEEN 3 MONTHS"
"NO"
*tackles you on the couch and tickles you until ur wheezing before pulling it off of your figure and holding it in the air triumphantly*
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getoslittlemonkey · 2 years
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how old were you when you came to know that kunimi is a part time sorcerer?
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feybin · 2 years
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Alright yall send me requests for haikyuu fanfiction I will write for any character or scenario
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ymguchis · 8 months
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23 : 39 — thinking of... kunimi fingering you ˙˖𓏲 ִֶָ
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the idea of him doing this makes me go feral fr. just imagine this...
him sitting on the couch, exhausted from today's practice and with a face of disgust and annoyance (although we all know how much he likes to see you squirm when he has his fingers deep inside your wet pussy) and you sitting on his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself and have a ground wire. your legs would be trembling slightly from the agile and fast way in which his fingers move inside you, sharply hitting that point inside you that makes you see stars and roll your eyes. his other hand has a stern death grip on your hip, trying to hold you in place.
his movements would definitely be sloppy and lazy, almost as if he didn't feel like doing what he's doing right now, but you both know that he just wants you to cum to make himself proud and that he likes nothing more than to watch your face distorted by pleasure. kunimi for sure would snort angrily and roll his eyes at how loud your moans are or because you're moving on top of him too much, but you can't help it. His eyes look at you as if judging you but you couldn't care less 'cause, girl, you're having what you wanted!!
all that would come out of his mouth would be demeaning and mean words, growls and taunts about how needy you are for him. his deep and low tone of voice due to exhaustion all it does is turn you on even more. His brow furrows when your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling it hard, or when your panting grows louder by the second. but he really makes that face to hide that he actually thinks you look beautiful on top of him, lost in the pleasure he's offering you with just his fingers.
his fingers come out and enter your pussy with carelessness and speed. the splash of your wet pussy and your moans fill the room and you can't think about anything but cum. your whole body is on fire with pleasure, shivers run down your spine from how good it feels. your face is hidden in kunimi's neck. you can feel how your orgasm is growing little by little and suddenly, Akira's thumb starts caressing your clitoris with caressy circles. waves and waves of pleasure spread through your trembling body and moans leave your mouth like a mantra, your arousal wetting all over kunimi's hand. he doesn't stop his assault on your clit until you reach down to grab his wrist and pull him away.
you move a few inches away from him to look into his eyes. Kunimi looks at his hand and fingers filled with your essence for a few seconds and then looks at you while he wipes his hand on your shirt. You can't help but let out a laugh when you see what he does. then, a satisfied smile appears on your face when you see his brows still slightly furrowed. you spread kisses along his face in thanks and you can feel his expression soften little by little. the corners of his lips lift in a small smile. you can tell he has something on his mind.
"I'm already sleepy, but you could help me feel even more tired" kunimi says with a suggestive tone. his eyes looking at the ground briefly with implicit but clear intentions. let's say that you're immediately on your knees yk.
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THIS MAN MAKES ME CRAZY. I love him sm
this is not well narrated at all but I wanted to share this thought with you guys. reblogs and comments are welcome <3
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hello, Would you do how akaashi, semi and kunimi would wake up their s/o?
Hello! fun fact while I have written for Akaashi and Kunimi many times, I have never written for Semi so I am very excited LOL. I hope you enjoy this! Thanks so much for requesting!
How Akaashi, Semi and Kunimi would wake up their S/O
Characters: Akaashi, Semi and Kunimi x reader
Warnings: none really, just mentions of semi being a menace
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Akaashi Keiji:
When Akaashi wakes you up he is nothing short of gentle. 'Y/n, Darling, it's time to get up..'
Will never, and I repeat, NEVER do anything brash or harsh to wake you up.
Gentle calls of your name, softly rubbing your back up and down, anything and everything to give you a pleasant wake up.
If that doesn't work then he'll do all of those things with just a little bit more force but not much.
Like I said- he's incredibly gentle with you in the mornings, AKA he would never, let's say, dump a cup of cold water on your face (i'm lookin at you semi..)
You felt sleep begin to drift from you as a warm hand gently caressed up and down your back, Akaashi's deep voice slowly bringing you from your slumber. You blinked your eyes, slowly taking in a deep breath as you burrowed into your pillows. Akaashi smiled watching you snuggle further into your covers, gently patting your shoulders as he allowed you a few more seconds to wake up. "Good morning, it's about time to get up."
Semi Eita:
When Semi wakes you up it's a very steady progression from calm and nurturing to 'Y/n...if you don't WAKE UP-'
I'm not saying Semi is a volatile person who becomes angry at the drop of a hat.
However I am suggesting that he does have a little bit of a uh...
temper.
He gives you 3 nice attempts; calling your name softly, gently patting your shoulder, even gently turning up/on your favorite music.
But when that doesn't work, well then he pulls out all the stops and wages war.
"Y/n...Y/n wake up...Y/n I swear-" You heard him take in a deep breath, muttering things under his breath before you felt the covers shift and the mattress become lighter. You could hear his footsteps thumping across your room and into the attached master bathroom. Sensing he was going to resort to his less than preferable methods of getting you up, you sat up and stretched, giving him a smile and huffing a laugh when you see him covertly dump the cup of water he had gotten in the sink.
Kunimi Akira:
When Kunimi wakes you up it's out of urgency since it means you both over slept. 'Y/n...babe wake up...we're late'
Unless you are a super heavy sleeper, NOT a morning person, or just absolutely averse to getting up in the morning- it's unlikely he'll be the one waking you up.
As you're usually the one waking HIM up so he can well not be fired from his job.
But, on the off chance he's the one who has to wake you up, I can imagine him being very quiet, very calm and very dedicated to waking you up in a good mood.
especially if you're like me and out for blood when you wake up
"Y/n...Y/n...we overslept again." Thankfully today was Saturday so neither of you were currently running late for work...just the grocery run you guys were supposed to do last weekend. You both had planned to go out and get breakfast, walk around the stores a bit, basically make a whole day out of it. But the bed had been so warm...and so comfy and before you knew it it was 11 am and both of you were still fast asleep. It appears the same thing has happened this weekend. Only now you guys REALLY needed groceries. You groaned, not yet really wanting to face the day as you rolled over towards him. "...5 more minutes.." "Works for me".
just gonna go ahead and tag @i-just-like-goats because kunimi🤭
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reverie-starlight · 2 years
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Hey! do you think you could do some headcanons for different nicknames the haikyuu boys would call you? Like, who would be super sweet, who would be chill with them... if that makes any sense!!
Thank you <3
yes, of course! thank you so much for requesting, this is such a cute ask :) I also added in kiyoko and yachi bc I just love them.
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they're super sweet with their nicknames- calling you sweetheart, my love, darling, angel etc… they just like the way they sound and how natural it feels. they also like how well they seem to suit you.
AKAASHI, Sugawara, KITA, Oikawa, KIYOKO, Ushijima, Asahi, Sakusa, ATSUMU, Yamaguchi, Yachi
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these ones are into the classics, kinda more chill about them. they like babe and on occasion: baby. not that creative but you can’t deny that seeing them get excited about something and then hearing an enthusiastic “babe look oh my god!!” or a sleepy “good morning, baby” makes you really happy and feel super secure. that’s not to say that they never use other nicknames, these ones are just the ones that get used the most.
IWAIZUMI, Tendou, Kunimi, MATSUKAWA, Hanamaki, BOKUTO, Hinata, Yaku, Daichi, Tanaka, Noya, ARAN, Atsumu
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super specific nicknames that are more so inside jokes between the two of you. could be anything from a name you hate just to get a rise out of you to the embarrassing nickname from your childhood that they found a little too amusing. could also be a specific word tied to a funny memory you two have together.
Kuroo, Osamu, HANAMAKI, Kunimi, TENDOU, Aran, Yachi
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nicknames that started out sarcastic and continue to get used in your relationship when you get grumpy/grouchy/annoyed at them. “did you get out of the wrong side of the bed this morning, sunshine?” “shut up.” “aw come on, sweetheart, I made you coffee, is that really any way to talk to your-”
SEMI, Atsumu, Sakusa, Kiyoko, OIKAWA, Matsukawa, Akaashi
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literal insults <3. but you never take them that way- you know they use it affectionately and if anyone else were to ever call you a loser, dork, nerd or dumbass to your face, they’d be out of their chair to defend you IMMEDIATELY. they just like teasing you a bit and you definitely reciprocate. your friends sometimes wonder how a conversation between you two could be so sickeningly sweet when you’re both calling each other stupid with big smiles on your faces. (and of course they use sweet nicknames too, they know there’s a time and place for teasing you.)
SUNA, Kenma, Semi, KUNIMI, Tsukishima, Hanamaki, Kageyama
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super flirty nicknames. i don’t need to explain this one, right? flustering you on purpose cause it makes them laugh, seeing how you react, etc… and then getting embarrassed when you flirt back.
ATSUMU, Osamu (when you’re alone), Semi, Tanaka, Noya, OIKAWA, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Tendou
(atsumu ended up being in most of these omfg I’m sorry- you know what, he just loves pet names)
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How would Haikyuu!! Characters react when you cheer them on? PART 2
A/N: Only Aoba Johsai will be in this part! In the first part was Karasuno! Either the third part will be Nekoma or Dateko, whatever you want first :D
Warning: Arguments, a little NSFW, jealousy
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Oikawa Tooru:
He didn't expect anything else from you
Sometimes he hinted that he really wanted to see you in a cheerleader outfit
He shows it off to his team (and Tobio)
But after his fans also started to wear cheerleader outfits, he was annoyed
Iwaizumi told Oikawa not to act like that because he should concentrate on the game and not on you
Oikawa always takes a photo of you in that outfit, no matter when, no matter what you´re doing right now
His fans are VERY jealous of you, but they respect that Oikawa found someone he loves
They still give you looks that could kill you
Sometimes you shout his name loudly, which motivates him
You have three different outfits and Oikawa always picks which one to take next
Iwaizumi Hajime:
At first he was uncomfortable seeing you in something like that
He doesn't find you embarrassing, he just never thought you would wear something like that (especially for him)
Oikawa teases him that you look really good in that outfit
You actually wanted to surprise Iwaizumi, but you debated for a long time whether you should really continue doing it (He thought you were forcing yourself and you thought you were embarrassing him)
Iwa can hold himself together even if he thinks you look incredibly good in that outfit
After every game he gives you his jacket because you never take your own clothes with you afterwards
Sometimes you practice the choreography at home and when he catches you, he smiles lovingly at you
He's happy that you're having so much fun supporting him in his hobby
You've been touched a lot, by other guys, but after the first fight everyone knew that you belonged to Iwa
Iwa always wants to pull your skirt lower so that your thighs are covered, but then you always pout
Kindaichi Yutaro:
Poor potato is completely overwhelmed
He turns bright red and can no longer concentrate
Kunimi secretly laughs at him that Kindaichi can't handle it
After every game he always asks you if you really want to do it because he doesn't want to force you
Oikawa always makes double-entendre jokes, but Iwaizumi always takes care of him afterwards
Kindaichi asked you to warn him next time you do this
"But then it's no longer a surprise!" “Believe me, I’ll still be surprised!”
Once when you walked past Hinata and Kageyama, he gave you a kiss and grinned proudly
Kageyama and Hinata still think they just imagined it
He had to go to the bench once because he fainted when he looked up your skirt
Kunimi Akira:
He looks at you the whole time, but with a monotone expression
He sometimes got in trouble from his team for just staring at you
After the game he asked you if you would do it again and you said only if he wanted to
He wants it, so go ahead
He gets tired just watching you dance
Sometimes he has to sigh dreamily and smile when he sees you
Sometimes he plays along better, but sometimes he just doesn't concentrate at all
He always has new clothes for you (sometimes he forgets his own)
He gives everyone angry or pouty looks when they stare at you
Kunimi keeps hearing that you are the complete opposite of him
Kentaro Kyotani:
He couldn't understand his feelings
Is he angry because you just do something like that without asking if he wants it? Is he happy because you want to cheer him on so badly? Is he horny because you look so good in this outfit?
His anger wins and you had an argument the first time you wore something like that
But when you didn't do it after that, he got even angrier and he made you keep cheering him on
You made hand signs with Iwaizumi that he would show you when Kentaro freaked out again
"Kentaro, behave yourself!"
He immediately becomes quiet afterwards because he is ashamed
Most of the time he always wants to yell at you afterward, but he found out that you and Iwaizumi worked it out
Even if he doesn't show it, he thinks you're very cute in this outfit
When someone flirts with you, Kentaro stands right behind you and growls at the person
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cherry pop
kunimi akira x reader
summary: you, a volleyball player, are getting advice from your also volleyball player boyfriend, kunimi akira, on how to gain muscle.
a/n: akira is criminally underrated i actually love him sm wtf why does no one talk abt him
warnings: a lil suggestive? but not rlly just some kisses &lt;3
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"this is actually so nasty."
you'd been chewing on a piece of beef sausage for a solid minute now, and you couldn't bring yourself to swallow it. it was too big and like.. meaty? damn the taste was getting overwhelming now and you wanted to spit it out.
"you're the one who asked how to build muscle. you gotta have protein after working out. would you rather have my protein peanut butter powder on ezekiel bread instead?" he smirked, getting down to your eye level, knowing how much you hate the texture of peanut butter.
you pouted. "you're so cruel."
"you asked. i'm helping."
you rolled your eyes before finally managing to swallow that last bite of beef sausage.
"bleh. that was getting really gamey. i need something sweet to wash it down, ugh." you spit.
"you have such a sweet tooth, you know that?"
"you say that like it's a crime! i just like sweets, is that so bad?"
he chuckled. "don't worry y/n. i've got you and your sweets kink."
"it's not a kink!"
"yeah, yeah."
you scowled and turned around, arms crossed, eyes closed, when suddenly, you were met with a cold, wet, sensation.
"AEEEE! oh my god-AKIRA!"
he batted his lashes at you. "yes, y/n, dear? i've retrieved a can of soda to satisfy your desires.."
"don't press it to my cheek like that, its so cold!"
he laughed. "kinda the point, babe. here, drink up."
his stupidly handsome face melted away your fake-anyways anger. you popped open the can and took a big chug.
"mmmm! that hits the spot! so good!" you said, savoring the sweet cherry flavor and the way the carbonation tingled in your throat.
"i'll never understand your obsession with that stuff. i mean, is it really that good?" he questioned.
"yeah!" you replied. you want a little taste?" you asked, offering him the can.
"yeah."
with that, instead of taking a sip from the can, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips that made you melt.
when he pulled away, he licked his lips and sent you a look that sent shivers down your spine. "i kinda get it now. it is pretty good."
you ignored the racing in your heartbeat. "right?"
"and oh, hey, look!"
you looked around. "huh?"
"that cherry flavor was pretty good, but i like this one better," he said, cupping your cherry-red cheeks.
you couldn't help but laugh. you knew that if you told akira's team about this cheesey side of him, they'd raise their eyebrows and go, "huh? kunimi? no way, that's just too hard to believe." you were kind of glad, though. you got this version of him all to yourself. you stared up at him with a goofy lovesick grin.
"god, i love you."
he smiled in return.
"ok! now that you have something to wash down the sausage, how about we try my protein pasta?"
"NOOOO"
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lolol my brain when the big meaty sausage came up resisted the urge to make my first spicy post(even though i'd probs get embarrassed and erase it after bc i know myself well enough to know that there's no way i can write anything more than slightly suggestive)
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