#kuroo content deprived hours | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

arhvste · 3 years

Text

❝ kuroo tetsurō - tetsuhoe ❞

in which kuroo is confused by the ‘playboy’ image pinned onto him after a practice match at fukurodani much to you, his long term girlfriends, amusement

tetsu week masterlist

“did you see the captains for nekoma’s team yesterday?”

“oh their tall middle blocker with the bed hair? he was something else!”

“i just know he’s got girls crawling all over him back at nekoma. i think i’m gonna transfer schools!”

your eyebrow raised in amusement towards the girls nearby who were mindlessly babbling on about a particular rooster headed captain you were familiar with.

the high praise he was recovering in your classroom would certainly give him an ego boost, realistically though, these girls couldn’t have been further from the truth; you were partially thankful for that.

akaashi took notice of your entertained expression as he took his seat beside you in the unsupervised classroom.

“ah,” he clicked his tongue gesturing towards the squealing girls. “they’re talking about kuroo-san when they had the practice match here yesterday.”

you nodded towards your own school teams setter and smiled. “listen to them.” you hummed as akaashi leaned a little further on his desk facing towards the small group of girls nearby.

“what was his name again?”

“i’m not sure, i never got the chance to go down and talk to him!”

“whatever his name is i know it’s one i want to scream”

“you’re so bad!”

akaashi cringed at the rawness of these girls vocabulary. so they thought kuroo was hot? why they couldn’t just word it like that and leave it at that, akaashi would never know. he turned to face you as you pulled your phone out to discreetly record the girls fussing over your boyfriend.

“y/n, isn’t that a little... intrusive?” akaashi quirked an eyebrow towards your smug expression.

“this isn’t an act of jealousy but rather amusement. besides, aren’t they being a little intrusive speaking about my boyfriend like this? tetsu’s gonna shit himself when he hears this, they’ve mischaracterised him completely.”

akaashi nodded before casting his gaze back over to the girls before looking back towards you while you were texting the very boy the girls in your classroom were raving about.

“aren’t you bothered by it?”

you laughed and shook your head firmly.

“no no! not at all, i can’t blame them for being head over heels for him i mean, i fell for him too didn’t i?”

“by some miracle.” akaashi shot back to which you scoffed before turning your attention back down to the device in your hands.

you made quick work of sending the video to your boyfriend and captioning ‘can i tell the girls your name? they want to know for when you have them scream it’ before shutting your phone off and going back to casual conversation with akaashi before the teacher entered and the class simmered down for work.

back at nekoma, kuroo was currently scrolling through the multiple automated notifications piling up on his phone until your name caught his eye. quickly tapping the screen to open snapchat, kuroo smiled softly at the sight of the little purple square under ‘pretty one <3’.

he wasted no time in pressing down on the video to watch whatever it was you had sent him. turning up the volume, kuroo’s eyes widened a little at the caption you had typed out to go along with the video.

“scream it?” he muttered quietly to himself but not quietly enough to miss kenma’s ears.

“what are you watching?” the bleached haired setter asked bordly.

“y/n’s sent me a video but i don’t really understand.” he mumbled pressing down on the outlines square to get the video to replay once more for kenma to see what he was talking about.

kenma’s face twisted into one of disgust as he feigned a gag to kuroo’s offence.

“is it that unbelievable others find me attractive?”

“it’s not even believable y/n finds you attractive yet alone other girls.”

“you wound me.”

“not physically so you can’t complain.”

kuroo snickered before sending back a picture of himself with a puzzled expression and a grossed out looking kenma with the caption ‘kenma didn’t appreciate the honest content, glad to know the girls at your school have working eyes though?’.

he frowned after shutting his phone off as kenma took a seat besides him on the bench besides the court.

“that was weird, i don’t come across as that type of boy do i?”

kenma shrugged and pulled his own phone out, his attention now divided between his bestfriend and his devices.

“not here you don’t. the girls at fukurōdani just sound annoying and superficial minus y/n obviously.”

kenma muttered, his fingers tapping across his own screen.

“well then, i don’t suppose it’s matters too much then. i hope y/n isn’t too bothered by it though, as much as i love the praise, i don’t want it from anyone but her in that sense.”

“whipped.” kenma tutted quietly as kuroo smiled.

“that, i am.”

a week had passed and the two of you had forgotton about the fuss that the girls in your class had made over kuroo. there was no practice match to attend, but bokuto had insisted yourself, kuroo, kenma and akaashi all come over for dinner by the request of his mother and sisters who had complained how they hadn’t seen the four of you for a while together.

kuroo and kenma (kenma begrudgingly however), agreed to meet the three of you outside the entrance of fukurōdani to join you on your journey back to the bokuto residence.

kenma was reluctant to stand out in what obviously wasn’t a fukurōdani school uniform, but kuroo didn’t mind. it wasn’t rare for students from neighbouring schools to wait for other students after school hours as friendship groups outside of schools obviously existed.

kenma was leaning against the wall of the school gates and kuroo was stood beside him texting the group chat that the two of them had arrived and were waiting for them outside. his attention on his phone and not to those around him, kuroo failed to noticed the high pitched shrills of excitement ringing through the air at the sight of him.

“it’s him! the nekoma captain!”

“i’m gonna talk to him this time, do i look okay?”

“you look fine but i’m the one who’s gonna get his number so don’t get in my way.”

“you can’t say that! it’s whoever he picks!”

by now, kenma had picked up on the bickering of the girls which he considered impressive because usually he’d be able to block out anything outside of his psp.

“annoying.” he muttered coldly before doing his best to turn his attention back to his game.

“hi!”

kuroos head snapped up and he was met with a small group of girls that seemed to be growing with each student that left the gates of the school.

“um... hi?”

his face twisted in confusion as he silently begged yourself, bokuto or even akaashi to come out the gates and rescue him.

“so, you played here the other day didn’t you? you were really good.” one girl praised, her index finger twirling around the front strands of her hair.

“obviously he is. we go to a powerhouse school.” kenma muttered sharply more to himself than anything but it didn’t fail to garner a few dirty looks from the girls. not that kenma could’ve cared less anyway.

“uh thanks. you guys are kinda blocking up the path, you might wanna uh, go home?” kuroo suggested his concern growing at the same rate the group of girls were.

other students were beginning to take notice and while some girls added themselves to the group, other student shot kuroo an apologetic glance to which he half smiled back to.

“this is our territory, we’ll go home when we get your number.” one girl boldly stated to which other girls agreed.

“my girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate it.” he stated matter-o-factly.

the girls faces pulled in disgust and others humour while the ‘leader’ of the group scoffed.

“you don’t have a girlfriend. boys like you don’t settle so just give a few of us your number and eventually you’ll fall for one of us, although it’s more than likely going to be me.”

“actually, i’ve fallen for a girl already and i’ve fallen in deep. there’s no pulling me out so you might aswell run along no? are your parents not worried as to why you’re coming home so late?”

kuroo was growing more irritated than amused by now and he wanted nothing more than your hand in his at that very moment.

“stop lying and just give it to us. why do you treat the nekoma girls differently from us?”

“kuroo-san treats all girls other than y/n, his girlfriend of over a year differently. you’re not deprived so i suggest taking your leave before you cause any more disruption to anyone else.”

“akaashi!” kuroo smiled thankfully to which akaashi only nodded curtly before allowing you to walk by him wide smile drawn across your face.

“tetsu! kenma! i’m so glad to see you both!” you shoved past the shocked girls as you pulled yourself into kuroo’s arms as he happily accepted the gesture.

“i’m relieved to see you kitten.” he replied, the nickname stirring loss over the rest of the girls.

“whatever, you weren’t that hot anyway.” the main girl huffed purely out of embarrassment because not only had she been outdone by yourself, been rejected in public, but she’d also been told off by akaashi and his cold and flat tone did nothing to sugar coat the scolding.

“lying is a bad habit you know!” bokuto added earning a soft laugh from you.

if the girls weren’t embarrassed before, they certainly were now seeing as their own schools captain was now joining in.

“let’s just go.”

the girls filed down the street, embarrassment and regret written across their faces.

“why did you take so long?” kuroo whined as he pulled away to look at you.

“well, if there wasn’t a group of girls rushing through the halls to go see the ‘hot captain from before’ blocking the hallways, i would’ve been faster coming out.”

“i’m just glad you’re here now.” he smiled as the four of you began to walk down the street towards bokuto’s house.

“we’ve never had another captain stir so much commotion before, you must’ve really caught their short minded attention.” akaashi commented as kuroo told you all about the comments about him not having a girlfriend were made.

“yeah tetsuhoe.”

“what did you just call me?”

you snickered as you squeezed his hand.

“you heard me womaniser.”

kuroo groaned as kenma smirked at your teasing.

“you’re the only woman i want.” he sighed as bokuto awed at the two of you.

“yeah? good to know, glad i’m special enough for your attention.�� you teased further as the others slowly began to join in much to kuroo’s dismay.

feigning annoyance was hard to do around you, but kuroo was just glad you weren’t bitter over the whole situation. he knew you knew you were the one for him.

playboy reputation or not, kuroo was happy just knowing you were confident in your postion in his heart.

and he’d be sure to remind you the next time he got you alone.

dt - @aislastetsu

general taglist → @atsumuwoah @bloody-bella @bbymilkbread @miracleboy420 @doggonudez @tsumue @peteunderoos @tsukkisbean @saturnfarie @toffees-main @zumisace @boosyboo9206 @totorosleaff @27kei @dai-tsukki-desu @angrylittleriri @tsukkaria @kuxredere @warakou @mattsuny @lovinnoya @sophiashortcake

ALL CONTENT BELONGS TO @KUROOSKULT ON TUMBLR 2020 PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, CHANGE OR PLAGIARISE

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq #hq x reader #hq x you #tetsu.week<3

698 notes · View notes

hexisqueer · 3 years

Text

saudade

a/n: WELL. im back! *confetti pops out*. i mean, kinda hehe, apologies im absolutely swamped with school and my degrading mental health :). n e way, this is LONG, because i’ve missed writing a lot <3 wrote this for @sykuui, this is long overdue babe tw: verbal and (probably) physical abuse, kuroo just being a gigantic dick, dont come after me pls ily, cheating, swearing word count: 2K (word vomit ;-;) pairing: kuroo x gn!reader genre: angst (if it’s not very good, pls forgiveness, internet person)

What keeps you up at night?

Gentle snores, his soft hair brushing your arm, muffled breaths reminding you that the world knew not of the Kuroo that slept by you at night, unburdened by the worldly dilemmas. For just a few hours every night, he was yours, through and through, in your arms while the clouds drifted across the jet black sky with no destination, and the moment seemed to freeze.

Love, love for Tetsuro, is what kept you up, and it would never have once crossed your naïve mind that love is what would break you, keeping you up, not for the love you felt, but the love that was torn from you.

Simple signs would not tell you what happened, it came crashing down on you all too quick, for he was proficient at hiding it, behind his caring smiles and affectionate touches. His love wasn’t as pure as yours, he did not yearn for you as you did for him, and it showed, eventually enough. The cracks in the relationship built up gradually, slowly but prominently, too wide for either to bandage up alone, and that is how you found yourselves; alone.

He did try to provide for the both of you as best he could, being the sole income earner, and it didn’t always end well when you expressed that maybe he was too occupied by his office for your liking, unable to care for you as he once did throughout high school, when he was attentive to you no matter when you beckoned.

“Tetsuro, welcome home!” You’ve had a long day and not nearly enough time with your husband, deprived of his peppering kisses and gentle strokes of your hair. You get neither, receiving just a simple grunt, and it is clear he has had a grueling time as well. “Dinner is ready when you want it.” He nods slightly, not making eye contact with you yet, his hair appearing even less groomed than usual. You stand on your tip toes to kiss his forehead, but he shoves you away, harder than playful, glaring at you.

Maybe it’s just weariness, but he makes no attempt to apologize. You blink back the sting of tears, walking towards the kitchen to serve the food that you had learnt to make for him. He’s just tired. I’m sure he didn’t mean to push me away. That was the first tear, in the loosely woven fabric that was your relationship, that began as high school sweethearts but was now, you realized only later, becoming too stifling for Tetsuro.

The steam rose of the bowl of rice and curry, curling around your jawline as you carried it to the tall figure seated at the table, with his head in his palms. “Do you want to talk now, baby?” Your question is only answered with another sound of fatigue. You seat yourself beside him, curling your arms around his bicep, watching him lift the spoon to his mouth, trying to make him comfortable. You wanted to show him that you’d be there when he wanted to share his exhaustion with you, never occurring to you that maybe, it was exhaustion of you that plagued Tetsuro’s mind.

“Y/n, can you please be quiet for once?” It was barely a whisper; you weren’t sure if you heard him right.

“Huh?”

“Just shut up for once, god.” The tears stung again. What was with him today? He seemed genuinely mad, but you didn’t know what you had done to make him behave like this.

Little did you know, it wasn’t actually you, but the idea of you. Kuroo had grown to be frustrated with his daily routine, tired that every day was the same, that his life had lost that spark it had when he peaked in high school, your presence monotonous and the marriage empty. He didn’t want it.

“Tetsuro, why would you-?” His hand swiped out, knocking the bowl off the table, a gasp erupting from your mouth. In that moment, all you can think about is to get as far away from him as possible. There is an uncharacteristic bitterness in his eyes, directed towards you as you lie in his line of vision. You flinch as he raises his hand to run fingers through his hair. Without a second thought, he spits his frustration out at you.

“Y/n, I’ve had a long fucking day, and I don’t need you to make it even worse with your constant questioning.” The chair slides back with a scrape, not unlike the scrape of his words against your soul. There is, and always has been, an insecurity bubbling away in you that maybe you aren’t good enough for Tetsuro, maybe he deserves better, maybe you are too overwhelming for the calm male that now stands enraged in front of you.

“You need to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes, because no one wants to listen to your endless whining. I get it, you need constant reassurance that you’re the perfect partner, but I couldn’t be fucking bothered. And you sure aren’t perfect with how clingy you’re being right now. So shut up, and leave me alone.”

Kuroo knocks over a jug of water on his way out, slamming the door over the sound of it shattering as your sobs rack through your body, dry but hard enough to hurt.

Being furious wasn’t a thought that occurred to you, and whether this was his fault made no difference, because it was yourself you blamed when you found him the next day, with his secretary, the bento lunch you had packed him, to resolve the night’s arguments, spilled over the wooden floor, much like the shattered pieces of your heart.

What broke you, was that there was no chase; Tetsuro didn’t come after you, didn’t try to convince you to stay, didn’t try to explain that this was a mistake, didn’t even try to salvage a nine-year long relationship that he tossed out the window of his high-rise office building, not a single second glance back at the spouse that had supported him through his struggles, through thick and through thin, comforting him when things got tough, consoling him as he lost matches, lost money, lost old friends.

Gratitude wasn’t something he had ever considered. You were always there after all, there to ensure that he was happy, that he was content with his unchanging life, the responsibility of being his unpredictable little spark of excitement weighing down on you.

You were gone that night, with hurriedly packed bags, worn out spirit and tears streaming down your face, sparkling as they dripping onto the marbled floor, sparkling like the diamond of your wedding ring that you left behind on the counter top, with one last admiring glance. It was worth a lot, but not enough for what you were being put through. And recognition of that fact is what liberated you, to start your own life, without a Kuroo Tetsuro.

What keeps you up at night?

Y/n. Bubbling laughter and affectionate aura. Everything that was gone, that now made Kuroo’s life… empty; as empty as he had left the relationship, as empty as the void that was once filled with y/n’s warm smiles, that he now attempted to fill with anyone who would throw themselves at him.

A different face to wake up to everyday, but none of them yours, the only one he longed to see, heart aching as though it might burst out of his chest to find its rightful place with you.

The day after you left, he had had no idea that his life would crumble without you, the backbone around which he organized his life, the foundation for his happiness. He knew it was unfair to put the expectation of his functioning on you, but he did it anyway, and without you, he couldn’t wrap his head around the concept that was independence.

“Tetsuro”, his seventh secretary in two months waltzed into the room, carrying a stack of files, discovering him with his head in his hands, glaring up at the one who dared use the name that you had so loving adorned upon him, the word only perfect on your tongue. “Do you want me to spend the night again? You seem tense.”

Kuroo growled, at the audacity they had, suggesting that they were even worth attempting to comfort him like you did. With a swipe of his hands, he knocked the files off the table, standing up to spit his frustrations out at the secretary.

But one glance at the look of apprehension on their face made him buckle, reminding him of the very last night he spent with you, broken jug, bowl of curried rice upside down on the floor. You; cowering from him, frightened of what he would do to you, flinching as he raised his hand.

Dry choking sobs left his mouth, you were afraid of him, the person you had loved more than life itself, given up everything to make happy, and he had never even uttered a word of gratefulness.

Realization engulfed him, leaving him on his knees. He hadn’t shown you how much he loved you, forgetting or simply just ignoring you.

No wonder you were gone, because what was there to stay for, in the dead-end life that you lived, without a loving husband or self-contentment? What had he done? Why had you stayed for so long?

Why had you stayed up all those nights for him?

Tetsuro never could forget about you, the absence of you gnawing away at him, slowly taking over his life. The final straw that broke him irreparably was you, at the national volleyball match that you attended, not for him, but as a sports reporter, beaming in pride in your professional outfit.

Your independence is what did it, because if you could live without him, it mean you would never return. And why should you, after everything he had done, why should you when you had finally found yourself, why should you when there was nothing to return to?

His eyes followed you around, trying to take in as much of you as he could. Interviewing people, smiling at them, the warm smile that was once only for him. Suddenly, your eyes locked, and he froze, standing close enough to see the hurt swim in yours as you lay them upon him, and the moment was over just as quickly as it began.

“Hajime!” What? Why were you yelling out his name, jumping into his arms, fondly glancing up at him with that adoring look, completely forgetting about the one man that had been missing you for so long? Why weren’t you running back to him instantly? Did you not love him?

But Kuroo knew the truth.

You did love him, just, not anymore. He had lost you the second he took you for granted. And he wanted to yell that he would never do it again, come back to him, please just stay with him, he will always love you.

He couldn’t. The beam reaching from end to end of your glowing face, words bubbling over as Iwaizumi held you close, it was too bright to interrupt. The sparkle in your eyes not unlike the diamond that sparkled on your wedding ring, the one he still kept in his pocket, in hope that you would one day, return to him, forgive him, love him again. But-

Kuroo knew that he didn’t keep you up at night anymore.

259 notes · View notes

sickfic-with-kiko · 3 years

Note

Oooh would you possibly consider writing a fic about that scenario you mentioned of Kenma getting sick during a livestream?

Heyy I was wondering if you could do one where Kenma and Kuroo are just playing games then kenma feels sick and pukes and Kuroo takes care of him🥺🥺

“Hey, everyone. It’s Kodzuken here.”

Kenma waves to his online audience, booting up his game and adjusting his headset. He’s getting ready to play the latest open-world RPG, recommended to him by his viewers and the most voted on his Twitter poll by a landslide.

The chat is immediately filled with supportive messages, most asking him who he plans to main, and some asking him where his roommate is. The roommate in question, Kuroo, is currently cooking up healthier versions of Kenma’s favourite snacks.

Kenma watches the opening cutscene of the game, blinking slowly to adjust himself to the bright light. There’s an ache building up behind his eye, reminding him of the time he’d deprived himself of sleep and tried to fill in the gaps with energy drinks. Kuroo had really gotten annoyed that one time.

“Right. I’m going to walk around and see what I can do.”

As soon as he’s placed into the fantasy world, he begins to walk around as the default character. He swings his weapon around and breaks a few crates, obtaining ore and food items. After dashing for some time, he finds himself at the edge of a cliff.

“Wait, do I take fall damage?”

Before anyone can answer his question, Kenma walks right off the edge of the cliff, watching his character flail around and the chat explode.

riri_ka: KODZUKEN NO---

pedrosenpai: you really just killed him like that…

“...Oh. He died.” Kenma chuckles, as his character respawns. He’s known to be merciless with in-game characters, sacrificing them without a second thought if it helps him win. The chat spams a bunch of crying emojis and comments, and Kenma climbs back up the cliff after some struggle with getting stuck.

He eventually gets around to reaching a village, talking to the NPCs and piecing together what the game’s objective is. As he takes in the storyline and comments on everything he does, he starts to feel a tug at his stomach.

It doesn’t bother Kenma all that much. He manages to forget about it as he’s practicing the combat mechanics, getting stuck into making combos and figuring out enemy weaknesses. “I think I’m going to main her for the time being.” He chooses a female character wielding a claymore sword, and the chat erupts once again. The general consensus is that he’s made a good choice.

He picks up his water bottle, taking a sip as he closes the character screen. His body seems to warn him that he’s done something wrong. His lunch seems to sit heavy in his stomach, all of a sudden. He takes a deep breath, believing that it’s just a wave of something mild. It doesn’t go away.

“I’m gonna try and fight one of the area bosses.” Kenma warps to an area full of enemies, dashing towards a ferocious-looking plant with teeth around the corolla. It’s good practice for reading attacks, even if it decimates his party.

amphibiansoul: uh you’re getting beat up pretty badly…

darknighthero: and there goes hot sword lady

As expected, his first attempt leaves his party resting at the nearest inn. He lets out a sigh, glad that he doesn’t need to pay any in-game currency to heal. He watches the health bars refill, and in that moment, he’s jealous of video game characters.

Kenma’s stomach grumbles, loud enough for only him to hear. He brushes it off as much as his body will allow him to, pushing the nagging ache to the back of his mind. He hasn’t even gotten two hours into the game yet. He still wants to explore a little.

He recognizes nausea sitting in his chest, enough to be annoying. “I guess I should do one of the lower rank quests.” He keeps talking, so as not to rouse needless concern. He’s going to be just fine.

Kenma is used to having stomach aches and feeling nauseous, especially after sleeping too little or eating junk to keep him going. And he’s used to riding it out, until he feels the feeling slowly ebb away. But at the back of his mind, something tells him that he’s starting to feel worse.

He momentarily looks away from the monitor, sipping some water to try and calm down his stomach. It doesn’t work, and he can feel exactly where the water is sitting. He considers quitting the stream, but he’s close to finishing his quest. He hopes his body will hang on for a little longer.

“You’re going down.”

Kenma swallows, using up his willpower to go against the end-of-quest boss. As he heals and buffs his party, he’s slowly becoming aware of the sloshing in his stomach. The bright screen doesn’t help the queasiness becoming more apparent.

walkingturtle: hey is it just me or does kodzuken look pale today?

wadacchi: kodzuken are you okay?

mustardnwasabi: you can rest if you need to, don’t feel pressured

With a groan, Kenma clutches his aching stomach. The chat is filled with worried listeners voicing out their concerns, and he realizes that faking it is only getting him so far. He attempts to address them before turning off the stream, but a sick feeling in his throat makes him freeze.

He’s going to throw up. Whether he’d suddenly gotten worse or he’d powered through it for too long, he doesn’t know. Nor does he really care. His only concern is cutting the stream and grabbing a receptacle closest to him.

Kenma feels something surge up his throat, and instinctively reaches for the trash can next to his chair. He rolls his chair out of view, hastily bending down onto the floor. No matter how sick he is, he’s not broadcasting it in full view. Warm spit pools in his mouth, dripping into the trash can. He places a hand on his stomach, feeling it grumble against his touch.

A silent gag forces up his stomach’s contents. He’s relieved he’s not a loud puker, but he’s sure that everyone has heard the splatter of vomit against the trash can. Tears prickle at his eyes from the force, and he feels his cheeks redden. He hopes he doesn’t have a fever in addition to everything.

Kenma hurriedly mutes the stream, the closest button he had managed to reach. The sense of relief is quickly painted over by another intense wave of nausea. His stomach squeezes painfully, and a buzz in his ears mutes his surroundings.

He doesn’t notice a presence beside him, until a hand begins to pat his back gently. His head snaps up, only to sink back down after another round of vomiting hits him. “Breathe, Kenma. It’s okay, I turned off the stream for you.”

Kenma wants to thank Kuroo, but he instead grimaces at the pain of his stomach having emptied itself. He nods instead, rinsing his mouth and leaning his head against Kuroo’s flank. He sees the look of surprise on Kuroo’s face, but says nothing.

He crawls over to his bed, picking up his phone and seeing countless mentions of his name on Twitter. “I didn’t cut the stream fast enough,” he sighs, letting out a breath through his nose. His mouth doesn’t taste disgusting when he breathes, at least.

“I’m sure they’re all just worried about you.” Kuroo says, attempting to be reassuring. It reminds Kenma that he’s in front of a wider audience now, that could potentially see him in less than ideal moments. He lets out another groan, squinting at Kuroo.

“What if I don’t want to be fussed about?” Kenma’s mouth forms a pout. “This is what I don’t like about being a Youtuber. I want to be sick in peace. Nobody wants to hear what their favourite YouTuber sounds like when they vomit.”

Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh, pulling the covers up for Kenma. He’s one of the few constants in his life. He cares for Kenma, and Kenma does the same. Having him is a comfort, and almost feels like a luxury.

“Well, don’t concern yourself too much.” Kuroo gives Kenma a gentle pat. He doesn’t say anything to worsen his dampened mood. He knows how Kenma neglects himself when he’s focused, and that lecturing him while he’s sick won’t help. He understands, without Kenma having to tell him.

Kenma tugs at his hoodie, before he can leave to bring him something. His eyes plead him to stay, and Kuroo responds with a loose smile. It’s the expression he uses to tell Kenma that he’s hopeless, and so is he for being utterly in love with him.

#haikyuu sickfic #emeto #vomiting #kuroken #Kozume Kenma #sick kozume kenma

86 notes · View notes

letters-from-eros · 3 years

Note

Is 1 with Bakugo ok to ask? I saw that Kuroo tag at the bottom so I wasn't sure. If not sorry for the trouble!

A/N: Sadly couldn't bring myself to get the Kuroo timestamp up 😅 But I got over that guilt haha. Anyway, I hope this is good! This is like my second drabble ever so I'm still getting used to it!

Prompt: Things you've said to me at 1AM (Prompt List)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader

Form: Drabble

Warnings: Maybe probably cursing.

Beta-readers: @cupidsheaven

Neither of you were quite able to sleep.

Katsuki, as you knew, was no stranger to this problem of sleep being ever escaping, often compensating for it by going to sleep at an early 9PM. His regrets and trauma seemingly pulling sleep further and further away until sunlight starts to pour in through the curtains.

Each of you knew the other was awake, small, uneven breaths from both parties made that fact obvious; but neither wanted to break the dead silence that had overtaken the room, though. Every couple minutes you could feel Katsuki's calloused thumb rub your arm, it was a small and subtle reminder that he wasn't asleep yet, a part of you started to worry for him. Maybe that small bit of anxiety you had towards Katsuki sleeping is what had you still up.

Your eyes drift over to the nightstand, 1:00AM displays on the digital clock unceremoniously. The time didn't feel right but you couldn't decipher whether you felt as though it should be earlier or later.

A sigh escapes your lips and you wonder what the man laying beside you is thinking about at such an ungodly hour..

Just then his arm, rather gently (for Katsuki, at least) wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest, closing the small amount of distance in between the both. His hair brushes against your ear as he placed his forehead on your shoulder.

"I have no clue how I got someone like you in my life," His voice was an octave (or five) deeper than it usual is, but it was still soft. "Its a damn understatement to say I don't deserve you.."

He paused for a moment, trying to collect his scattered, sleep deprived thoughts. It was every blue moon he showed this side of himself but often times he found it hard not to, especially on nights where all he can think is... You.

The only way Katsuki could explain the feeling he was going through now was an overwhelming sense of.. Love. A sense of love he never thought he'd experience, one that he thought was trivial and unnecessary but now can't see himself without, one that could only be held towards you. He couldn't see it any other way.

"I love you," That was the only way he could even get close to verbalizing what he was thinking and feeling. He wished he could do better, truly.

"I love you too, and i'm not going anywhere, alright? It doesn't matter if you 'deserve me' or not," Your voice was strained from sleep but you got the words out.

Katsuki breathed out a content sigh and gave you a small squeeze since there was no more distance to close between your bodies. Your eyelids felt like dumbells before you finally shut them. Sleep was inevitable now, for both you and your lover that resided beside you.

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #katsuki #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia drabble #katsuki drabble #bakugo drabble #uhhh i think i like this lol #my hero academia x reader #i think thats enough tags. i hope tumblr-senpai notices me

106 notes · View notes

crushzone · 4 years

Text

🏐 Haikyuu!! Masterlist

We’ve got a cocktail of genres and ratings, so please refer to our KEY before selecting. Enjoy!

Last updated: 08.28.20

🏐 KEY

🌶 = NSFW

😢 = Angst

🐶 = Wholesome

🏐 REFRESHMENTS - THIRSTS

#Thirst hours with Nin 🤭

🏐 TRAILERS - HEADCANONS

Haikyuu!! Characters As A Film Crew (Pt. 1: Pharmacy Commercial for Gardening Tools

Being in a Relationship with Akiteru Tsukishima

Being in a Relationship with Kei Tsukishima

Wing Spikers and Their Favorite Impact Play Toys 🌶

Why You Should Give Them Head Rubs (Keishin, Akiteru, Kuroo)

🏐 SHORT FILMS - (<5K WORD FICS)

Webs of Pleasure - Fem!Reader x Sub!Kotaro Bokuto 🌶

Summary: Bokuto gets punished by his long term girlfriend after accidentally damaging one of her favorite belongings.

Word Count: 4,059

Contents: Nsfw, dom/sub, bondage/restraints (Shibari), sensual tickling, sensory deprivation, thigh riding, blowjob, cock warming, edging, orgasm denial, oh and bees? 🐝 (bees can be scary sometimes, like when they go bzzz!!! 😱).

🏐 FEATURE FILMS - (6K+ WORD FICS)

To See Your Smile - Fem!Reader x Ukai Keishin 🌶🐶

Summary: Ukai cheers up his fiancé by pampering her with his love and appreciation, after she’s had a bad day at work.

Word Count: 6,617

Contents: Fluff, wholesome AF, praise kink, fingering, oral, mirror sex, nudity, squirting, some swearing, penetrative sex, sexy times in the bathtub, mean kids 😑

The Warmth of Your Familiarity - Fem!Reader x Sawamura Daichi 🌶🐶

Summary: Daichi and his childhood best friend realizes that they wanted something more than just friendship.

Word Count: 8,993

Contents: Wholesome, a lot of communication (which is awesome), first sex, slight tickling, masturbation, oral, hookup (with guest star, Kuroo!), drinking, dry humping, thigh riding, penetrative sex

My Muse - Reader x Lev Haiba 🐶

Summary: An aspiring film photographer in search of their muse, runs into Lev on one of their early morning photography escapades.

Word Count: 8,091

Contents: Fluff, wholesome, Lev the tickle monster? A little suggestive at one point, but he’s just being a tease lol. Some camera nerd talk.

A Strange Air of Frustration - Fem!Reader x Kageyama Tobio 🌶

Summary: Frustrated by his sudden desire for physical contact, Kageyama comes to learn of and embrace his physical changes with the help of his friend.

Word Count: 7,830

Contents: Hookup, fist fight, first time, hand job, mutual oral stimulation (69 👀 ), Kageyama is underaged (so sorry, he’s not aged up), confusing puberty moments, a liking for skirts and high socks? 🧦

Blue Petals ❀ Part 1 - Ennoshita Chikara x Fem!Reader x Akaashi 🌶

Summary: The pressure of bidding good bye becomes immense, as a manga artist, her editor (Akaashi), and her roommate (Ennoshita), reflects on the nature of their relationship and what they want out of it after their second to last weekly meeting at her apartment.

Word Count: 7,842

Contents: Love triangle, time skip characters, mutual pining (every character is attracted to one another), steamy make out session, slow burn.

Blue Petals ❀ Part 2 - Ennoshita Chikara x Fem!Reader x Akaashi 🌶

Summary: With confessions out in the open, a manga artist, her editor (Akaashi), and roommate (Ennoshita), shares an intimate night, as they explore the dynamic of their new-found relationship.

Word Count: 7,903

Contents: Love triangle, mutual pining (every character is attracted to one another), time skip characters, slow burn romance, threesome, nipple play, stripping, penetrative sex (vaginal only), anal play (no penetration), oral, consensual sex, cock warming, also some steamy gifs ahead ;)

>>> Back to Film Screening Navigation 🎞

>>> Back to Ticket Booth Navigation 🎟

109 notes · View notes

evermorehaikyuu · 4 years

Note

hi could i have hcs with bokuto uwu. the reader is with bokuto, akaashi, and kuroo at a boba place. their all celebrating that finals are over. the reader is still rlly tired from studying. she's usually pretty shy around bokuto cause she's pinning, but because of her tiredness she has no filter. she's laughing at everything, flirting, being playful. kuroo makes a jab about how she seems drunk, fun stuff like that. after that bokuto walks the reader home and she confesses feelings uwu.

Hi, hi, hi, BOKUTO CONTENT, YES–I need to calm down. I’m actually going to make this a scenario, if that’s okay with you!

Finals and Confessions

Finals are a DISGRACE, they shouldn’t EXIST; endless nights poring over textbooks, notes and looking at the torture your teacher has posted online. One final per day and the rest of that day was spent studying for the other exams, it literally felt like studying for the OWLs in Hogwarts, except without the magical part and with math. After the last final, it felt like walking out of jail, as if there was background music blaring through some invisible speakers.

Akaashi, Bokuto, and Kuroo met up with you right after your statistics final. Bokuto and Kuroo were hollering and Y/N told them to quiet down because her hearing was still sensitive from all those nights without sleep and only listening to music.

“Boba on me, guys!” Kuroo said and everyone immediately said yes.

Once they were at the boba place and ordered what they wanted, they found a place near the back and sat down, Kuroo next to Akaashi and Bokuto next to Y/N. Kuroo was making jokes, like, “Dude, my bedhead turned into something else, I haven’t touched my bed in weeks!”

“How are you still alive?” Bokuto laughed.

“My bedhead screamed at me to stay awake.”

Y/N couldn’t stop giggling and she put her head on Bokuto’s shoulder. His heart stopped as he saw her small figure on him. She said, “Don’t mind me, I’m so tired. I should have ordered my boba with a couple of shots.”

“So you could get drunker than you already are?” Kuroo laughed.

She made a face at him. “How do you think you did?”

“I did okay, I know that for a fact.” Akaashi said.

“Pfft, can’t relate, number five was something else, I drew my answer.” Bokuto laughed and Kuroo started cackling that one laugh of his. Y/N snorted and started laughing so hard her throat started to hurt. “You–You sound so–” She snorted again and she started laughing harder, slamming her fist on the table as the other two boys guffawed at her antics.

“Sixty nine!” The guy at the counter called out.

Bokuto, Y/N, and Kuroo were in tears and Akaashi sighed and went to get their drinks for them.

“I swear, Y/N, you’re never this friendly with any of us.” Kuroo said.

“Oh, shut up, for everything that you do, I’m an angel,” she said with a smile on her face.

Akaashi gave everyone their drinks and sipped his drink as he listened to everyone’s antics.

Y/N almost choked on her drink as Bokuto said, “I drank NyQuil and 5-Hour Energy at the same time just to see the effects it had on me and honestly, I felt like I wanted to run around and/or sleep.”

“You idiot, why would you do that?” Y/N punched his arm and he started laughing.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at them but neither of them noticed. Akaashi rolled his eyes, her pining was so obvious.

“Okay, I gotta go home now, I need a good coma.” Y/N yawned.

“I’ll go with you!” Bokuto said as he bounced up and followed her out, both of them saying goodbye to Kuroo and Akaashi.

The way home was funner than usual, she was with Bokuto after all. She’s so tired, she stumbles into him multiple times. He chuckles, “Y/N, how many hours of sleep did you get?”

She laughed. “What is sleep?”

It was quieter as they kept walking. Y/N looked up at him and she couldn’t help it any longer, she had fully fallen for him. Sleepless nights over at his house with Kuroo and Akaashi, endless studying…”Bokuto?”

“Yeah?” He looked at her because of how soft her voice was.

“I know you probably don’t feel the same way for me, but I’m so tired, literally. Bokuto, I’ve loved you for so long. You’re such a kind person, you’re just everything any girl would want. However, I already know you’ve fallen for someone else, so it’s fine–”

“Y/N.” He was smiling so widely his cheeks hurt. “There isn’t anyone else. I’ve also loved you for I don’t know how long. I love you too.” He leaned in to kiss her but then asked, “Can I?”

Y/N nodded and the kiss woke her right up from her sleep-deprived state.

~Extra~

When Bokuto went home, he texted Kuroo: I DID IT, I DID IT!!!!!

bEdHeAd: I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, DID YOU CONFESS FIRST?

hoot hoot: ……….She did.

bEdHeAd: Coward.

hoot hoot: HEY, I GOT THE GIRL!

bEdHeAd: YES, YOU DID, I’M SO PROUD

uwu I live for the Bokuto-Kuroo friendship

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #asks #bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader

108 notes · View notes

wthzoe · 4 years

Text

chapter 5 - don't let it bring you down

"but don't let it bring you down and turn your face into a frown"

series masterlist - here

previous | next

a/n: wrote this right after i posted chap 4 and it's already 4 am 😃 im still not sleepy rip. so as i said, ive been writing the whole night so i don't know if this chapter makes sense sksksks

Kuroo had a volleyball game coming up in two weeks which made him busy after school. He hadn’t been able to pick up the triplets from daycare and look after them. As for you, he only saw you in the mornings and briefly during classes as they had volleyball practice even during class hours. To say he misses you is an understatement. He even went as far as setting the picture he secretly took of you as his lock screen wallpaper so that you were the first thing he sees when he turns on his phone. He made sure to be careful as to not let a stranger who doesn’t know of your circumstances see it.

Akaashi approached Kuroo who was sitting on the floor with his head tilted back. The curly haired male handed him a bottle of water before sitting down next to the bed haired one.

“Bokuto and I could feel how much you miss (Y/N) from a mile away.” Akaashi bluntly stated.

“Really, now.” Kuroo replied, too tired and (Y/N)-deprived to think of a snarky reply. He chugged down the water Akaashi gave him and stood up to leave. “Well, I’m going first.”

“We’ll be going, too.”

With that, all three of them went back to their respective homes. Upon arriving home, Kuroo went straight into the bathroom to shower in able to go straight to bed. Stepping out of the shower topless while drying his hair off with a towel, he fishes his gym bag for his phone only to be met with anything other than the said device. He felt his heart race. Just when he had something to hide in there, he just had to lose his phone. He poured out the contents of his bag into his bed and he felt the fatigue in his body leave him.

Meanwhile back in the university, a student who had business in the gym saw a phone light up. She picks up the phone and turn it on to try to identify the owner. The lock screen was a photo of a woman carrying what seems like a two-year old baby. She takes a closer look and was finally able to identify that it was you.

Back home you were doing your homework when you hear a series of knocks on your door. Opening it, you were met with Kuroo looking quite jittery and pale. You furrow your brows before asking him what was wrong.

“I, uh. Can you do me a favor? My phone’s missing and I’m pretty sure the location’s on.”

“Oh, sure, sure. Come in. Do you want some water?”

“I’m fine but thanks anyway.”

The two of you work together to locate his phone and he was so relieved to find out that it was just in the university, most likely in the gym. Then he remembered what he had set as his lock screen a few days ago. He quickly thanked you then rushed to pick his phone up, silently praying that no one saw his wallpaper. He didn’t think that you’d be ashamed of your sons, but then you didn’t really seem like you intended to tell people you’re not close to seeing as people usually don’t have anything nice to say. He wanted to respect that decision of yours but because of him losing his phone you might have a hard time. When he got to the university his phone was at the lost and found which only means that someone had seen his lock screen. Fuck.

The next day rolled around and you were in Kuroo’s backseat with the triplets as usual. The two of you drop them off at the daycare and when you went back to his car, he seemed paler than before. He was also tapping the stirring wheel repeatedly, something he does when something is bothering him.

“Tetsu,” the way he flinched at the sound of your voice had you even more worried. “Are you okay?”

He debated whether he should tell you what he’d done. If by chance someone did see it and the news had spread, it’d be his fault and there was a big chance that this would be the last time you’d talk to him. However, he didn’t want to keep it from you and wait before you find out yourself. He sighed, here goes.

“Listen, (Y/N). I just want to say that I’m sorry in advance,” your brows furrowed, heart beating faster. “Why don’t you go grab my phone then turn it on.”

You do as he says, eyes widening at the candid photo of you and Masao. It was surprising, but you didn’t get what was making him so troubled.

“Remember when I left that behind at uni last night?” He glanced at you to check your reaction. Your expression remained confused. “I got it from the lost and found. So, that being said… it’s highly likely that someone saw that lock screen.”

It took you a few more seconds to get what he was saying and then, oh. Oh. You got it. There’s a big chance that at this very second, people would be talking about you and your sons. You didn’t know whether to laugh or what. It was like high school all over again. You were sure of one thing, though. You were scared. Scared of having to walk through the hallways with all eyes on you, hearing their whispers. The disgust and disappointment evident in the way they looked at you.

Your silence made Kuroo even more tense. He couldn’t read your expression from the little glances he’s taking as he drives. You carefully place his phone back where it was before speaking.

“Oh.” You reply shortly. Tears were starting to pool around your eyes and you were sure your voice would break if you speak. You didn’t want Kuroo to see you being weak and worry so you turn your head away from him. He took this as a sign that you were indeed mad at him, his heart broke thinking about how he ruined everything between the two of you.

When you arrived you quickly stepped out of the car and walked ahead. Usually, Kuroo would open the door for you then you’d walk together, but of course, today would be different. Maybe even the following days, weeks, months, years. Who knows? All Kuroo knew was that he fucked up and he’d driven you away from him.

You wiped away your tears before entering the building. Just as you’d suspected, almost everyone was looking at you weird and whispering amongst themselves. You were even able to hear one of the few things they said.

“I heard that the child looked like it was already at least two, that means…”

You clenched your fists and carried on. When you entered the classroom, you were surprised to see people sitting down in their respective seats quietly. Too quietly. You expected the classroom to be the place where there’d be more people talking about you. It still didn’t change the fact, however, that some others have their eyes on you.

“Mornin’, (Y/N)!” Bokuto greeted. You smiled back at him curtly. Akaashi was looking at you with worry but you didn’t notice as you immediately sink into your seat.

Classes dragged on longer than it used to and lunch became unbearable as you decided not to join your three friends. Instead, you lock yourself in a bathroom stall, head tilted back as you try to stop your tears from falling. You thought you’d be safe there but you were proved to be wrong when at least four girls entered, gossiping about ‘that freshie who already has a child.’

‘Please, let this day end already.’ You thought.

When the classes were finally over, you went straight home instead of at work, wanting nothing else but to wrap yourself in your blanket and cry yourself to sleep. You didn’t even realize that you haven’t picked up the triplets from the daycare when you’d fallen asleep.

Kuroo was staring at your number on his phone, debating whether to call you or give you space. When he was about to turn his phone off and shove it into his gym bag, he felt it vibrate. However, instead of your name popping up like he hoped, it was an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Sir Kuroo! I’m the triplets’ teacher. Ms. (Y/N) hasn’t come to pick the boys up. I know it’s only been twenty minutes but Ms. (Y/N) is never late unless she calls to say so. She wouldn’t answer her phone either. I was hoping you could check up on her.”

He felt his heart beating faster. “O-okay. I’ll pick the boys up on the way as well. Thank you for calling me.”

“Okay, I’ll have the boys ready. Have a safe drive, sir.”

The call ended and Kuroo slung his gym bag on his shoulder. He turned to Bokuto and Akaashi who were also taking a break from practice.

“Guys, I’m going ahead. The triplets’ teacher called, apparently they haven’t been picked up yet and (Y/N)’s not answering her phone. Cover for me.” He didn’t even wait for their response when he practically sprinted to his car.

When he picked up the boys, they were staring at him with a curious look on their faces. Kuroo wasn’t able to pay mind to it as he couldn’t stop thinking about you. After the three were safely seated in their car seats, they drove to where you worked but alas, you weren’t there. Your boss explained that you didn’t come in that day and that usually you’d call when you weren’t coming in. This didn’t make Kuroo feel any better at all. The only place he knows to check was your apartment.

Back at your apartment you’d just woken up, panicking when you saw that it’s already dark out. You tried to recall if you even picked up the boys. When you remembered that you didn’t, you sprung up. Muttering a string of ‘oh shit’s, you run out of your room. You were about to open the door when someone from the other side beat you to it. Kuroo was standing in front of you, hands on the triplets’ shared stroller. Without a word, you grab the stroller from him and slammed the door on him. You were 100% sure that there were clear traces of the breakdown you had earlier so in fear of having Kuroo see you in that state, you had no choice but to cold heartedly slam the door on him.

Once again, Kuroo Tetsurou’s heart broke.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo imagine #kuroo imagines #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro imagines #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou imagine #kuroo tetsurou imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu au #haikyuu #with a smile series

43 notes · View notes

franeridart · 7 years

Note

Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do?

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said:Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

Anon said: Kiri’s grades suddenly getting sky high after Baku started kissing his cheek for every correct answer

Kirishima: “OKAY NEXT CHAPTER LET’S GO”

Bakugou: “the fuck, no, we’re done, that’s how far we went in cla–”

Kirishima: “GOING A BIT AHEAD CAN’T BE A PROBLEM CAN IT”

Anon said: Kiri is seriously talented at dirt doodles

lmao it’s just stickmen hahaha

Anon said:aww your miri/tama collage is so precious! have you considered doing something like that for kiri/ kami as well? those boys are in desperate need of some love.. totally understand if not! have a wonderful rest of your day/night :3

Uh, well, it’s not like I “haven’t considered” doing it, but more than a collage it’s… just how I always draw? Only usually I cut the pics for each of them to be a different image so they’re easier to see, while yesterday I was too lazy to do that and left them all on the same canvas haha so I guess yeah next time I’ll feel like drawing krkm if you’d like I can leave the drawings all in one pic, that’s just less work for me after all lol

Anon said:Ahhhhhh~ I had had… Such a need for miritama after that chapter and I couldn’t find anything w the right feel or anything and ??? Then you just??? Bless you thank you they look wonderful and so so soft and happy and I’m just !!!

AHHHH!!!! Thank you so much!!!! I’m glad you liked them :O

Anon said:thank you good lord you’re gonna help me get out of the depressive spiral chapter 152 has put me into

BOI ANON DON’T I FEEL YOU it’s why I drew those to being with hahaha

Anon said:DUDE YOUR PINING KIRISHIMA GOT ME DEAD HOLY FUCK SO PURE SO AWESOME 10/10

THANK YOU!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Anon said: I just recently became obsessed with MomoJirou because it’s an incredible ship and I can’t get enough and then you give us these adorable drawings of them? I cry

Anon said:fran….your girls…… they’re so good……..

Anon said:I love how you drew Momo 😍

Anon said:FRAN THANK YOU FOR THE MOMOJIROU CONTENT I LOVE IT I LIVE FOR IT I HAVE BEEN DEPRIVED OF MOMOJIROU FOR SO LONG AND NOW I CAN SEE SOME BEAUTIFUL ART OF THEM IN YOUR STYLE WHICH MAKES IT TEN TIMES BETTER THANK YOU

AAAAHHHHHHHHH BOI THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I’m ??? so glad you guys liked them???? Momo is so hard to get a grasp on for me, it makes me happy to know I did her right!!!!

Anon said:What do you think about futakuchi? xox

He’s my fav in Dateko!!!! Also one of my two biggest #same in Haikyuu haha (the other’s Kuroo lol)

Anon said: I haven’t seen semi on your blog for a while? ;)

That’s 100% most probably because there hasn’t been any haikyuu on my blog for a while, I’d say :O

Anon said:You keep drawing… So many soft things I’m in love… momojirou is so sweet it cleared my skin (and !!! I know you said you have no idea how to draw her but she looks wonderful and I loved it!!) And pining Kiri his face at the end??? Saved me. And STUDY DATE I CAN’T FORGET tbh baku looked so good esp the way you drew him kiri I Understand. Anyways you’re a blessing and I hope you have a lovely day!!!

God anon….. you just go……….. and slay me like this……. how am I supposed to deal………………………. (ilu)

Anon said:Does the Octopus Team still exist? I was scrolling through Shouji tags and saw the art.

I’m not sure what this ask means :O like, are you asking me if I’ll ever draw them together again? Because tbh that one doodle sort of just… happened while I was doing something else……… oops….

Anon said:Is it just me or are you getting more and more notes a lot quicker? Bc congrats my friend

:O thanks!!! But to be fair I think more than on my art this is mostly on the Bakushima becoming a much more popular ship, lately! The anime will do that haha

Anon said: I literally check your blog multiple times every day to see if you’ve posted anything new, your art just makes me so happy??? Like it could literally be bakugou as an orange and kirishima as a strawberry and I would reblog it faster than lightning and stare at it for five mins. Your style is just so nice and it like…. flows well?? Is really clean??? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT MY DUDE but BASICALLY i love everything you do and thanks for blessing us with all the cute kiribakus and bokuroo :))

sob thank you ;O; so much ;O; holy shit ;O; ;O;

Anon said:So I’m new to the BNHA fandom and you’re probably the first artist I stumbled across but I am HOOKED. I love your bakushima A LOT and your headcanons are so perfect I get so hype when I see them on my dashboard *v* Do you ever think about what would happen if Bakugou’s family found out about his new relationship? Do you think they would love Kirishima? (Of course they would it’s impossible not to). I imagine that would be an interesting scenario!!

I’m 100% sure Mitsuki would be like “HOW THE FUCK did you manage to get such a nice kid to like you” but when we’re being honest Masaru is a super sweet man married with a firecracker too so does she have any right to talk? Nope, she does not

And thank you so much for the compliments!!!! :O this fandom is super full of talented and nice people, I hope you’ll have a great time in it!

Anon said:Dude like mate honey love bunch bro man,,,,, YOUR FR*CKING ART!!!! SO H*CKING GOOD???? BAKUKIRI (cries because I love them so f*dging much) LOOK SO GOOD IN YOUR ART STYLE? SO PURE! WHOLESOME!!! I just went through your art tag for the last hour and I love everything. Kirishima is my FAVE I LOVE HIM!!!$ and the Baku squad mm mmmmmm good shiz right there. AND YUUJIIIIII AND BOKKUROOOOO AND THE VOLTRON AU!!!! Honestly we have such similar tastes ah. Anyway I’m running out of words love you fran xox

HOLY HECK I LOVE YOU A LOT TOO ANON!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Kirishima and bakugo furiously (not mad just intense) making out I know what your thinking but please give it a try

I mean the idea isn’t something I mind at all, but drawing this sort of things requires a specific mood for me which isn’t easy to come by and more often then not when I do draw that sorta stuff I don’t finish nor post it? So in general that’s not the type of things I’ll draw as a suggestion, sorry orz

Anon said: Whenever I see a new post from you but it’s reblogged I immediately go to your original post so I can read your tags. I love them so much!

Heck !!!!! I’m glad you enjoy my nonsense? hahaha

Anon said:*whispers* hey hey…. kiribaku hide and seek got any thoughts on that

Are you asking about one against the other or hiding together? …either way I can only see that ending in disaster and explosions ngl lol

Anon said:It came to my mind after reading your last comic that Baku usually dresses up pretty nice¿? Its canon that his family works for the fashion industry and his costume is SO EXTRA™, we never really see him in cringey or weird clothing (please correct me if I’m wrong (?)) but I still like the idea of him having lots of skull/punk tees and struggling to find normal stuff lol

Wouldn’t call them cringey or weird, but it is canon that every time we’ve seen him out of his costume/uniform in the manga he’s worn either plain black tees/tank tops or t-shirts with skulls on them :O that’s actually his canon style, I wasn’t taking a wild guess back there haha

Anon said:I miss your art on my feed on the days you don’t art. So I scroll through your old posts whenever that happens. (This is not a plea or pressure for you to do anything more often btw. You make so much amazing art and contribute so much to this fandom. I love going back and looking at all your art. We are not worthy!) I literally can’t think about Kiribaku and the Bakusquad without thinking of your art.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you!!!!! Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Cons of Kirishima being the protagonist of MHA: He would constantly be hurting himself and making us as the audience suffer in the worst way. Pros: if the recent chapters are anything to go by, he would be /very very pretty/ by now due to how much he’s been beaten up

I still prefer him healthy and happy tho ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡ once in a hospital bed is enough for me //sob

Anon said:I can’t describe how happy these deathstar doodles made me?? Your art is top notch as always but you drawing one of my all time favorite ships when there’s so little content for them gave me strenght for the next 57 years, thank you sm!!! And have a good day!!

Anon said:Ahhh you have no idea how much of a blessing it is to see deathstar in your artttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!! I love you so muchhhhhh!!!

I’M!!! HAPPY!!! YOU GUYS LIKED THOSE!!!!! I never understood why there was so little content for them tbh, like??? Okay the anime didn’t reach any of The Good Stuff for them and most fans never read the manga, but the manga makes them such an obvious ship?? So good so right so healthy and supportive and beautiful b o y rereading that manga gave me a lot of feelings bless the two of them ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

Anon said:Oh my god, I was just looking through like all your art and I realized how much you’ve improved. Like oh my god you’re fantastic, all your art looks so great. I mean this as a compliment and that’s you’ve improved a lot and you’re so great. ❤️❤️

THANK YOU OH BOY (●´□`)♡ this means…………….so much…………. gahh

Anon said:i got so busy with college apps and entrance exams that I stopped watching the anime around the intern time and I stopped reading the manga around about the time sun eater faces off against those guys. man I have so much to catch up on but I still don’t have much time at all. all I know is Mirio is being an angel and I’m at peace with that.

Mirio………… is such a good boy……………….. he deserves so much more…………….. so much better………………….. o

#fran answers #again about the hoh!Bakugou hc #i do think everyone should be free to headcanon whatever they please #that's just my personal opinion on the matter #it's mostly based on how much i like bakugou as he is you know #uhhhhhh the reason why he's my fave is that i like him #and that sound like an obvious statement haha #but all i mean is that all of bakugou's flaws and struggles and good points and growth #i want to keep it all #i love it all #headcanons are good and let people work with their imagination in what ifs a lot #id never tell anyone to stop that that's what art is all about #my answer was just about... the limits i put to my own headcanoning #there's some lines i don't want to cross and this headcanon crosses a bunch of them #that's for the second ask #as far as the first ask goes it's like...#well #im not saying it's impossible for bakugou to have been born with a predisposition to earing loss #but when that's the headcanon we're talking about i feel like bakugou #would have different reactions between 'my quirk is against me' and 'my body is against me'#?#i think he'd find it easier to accept if it were just something natural as far as his quirk goes #I DUNNO I DUNNO it's not my hc anyway haha #anonymous

189 notes · View notes

arhvste · 4 years

Text

KOZUME KENMA - WORK OF ART

request - could it be possible to get a kenma fic/scenario where his gf or girl crush is an artist and often draws him- probably hides it n testu or someone finds it and shows him so now they go on lip dates where kenma just plays his games and she draws him just like extra fluffy if you can I love kenma so much 🥺🥺🥺 if it’s too much then just something fluffy with ken ! thank you!

warnings - none

an - thank you for the request anon i just know kuroo the little shit would show his best friend all the drawings he finds 😈

classes were boring enough as it is but learning about the history or hiragana? what was the need?

sitting by the window seat, you had the obvious choice to stare outside the glass as class dragged along but you hardly found yourself looking outside at the window. instead, you would look and admire a classmate of yours.

kozume kenma.

he was one of the prettiest boys you’d ever seen. even his actions were so delicate and gentle to which would encourage the light butteries in your stomach to flutter a little more while you watched him. it wasn’t long before you found yourself sketching the bleached haired boy.

you were an avid artist with a beautiful talent. drawing kenma seemed a little out of your comfort zone at first. when you noticed you’d been sketching him for a few weeks you tried to consciously stop yourself, you didn’t want to feel like a creep who would just stare and draw someone. these sketches captured the boy’s calmness perfectly though and you found you couldn’t help yourself but continue, even deciding to add more detail into particular pieces you liked.

you told yourself that you were just using him as inspiration. you weren't infatuated with the boy, just inspired. no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself of this though, you found yourself enjoying drawing him more than anyone or anything else bringing you to the conclusion that yes, maybe you were perhaps a little smitten with him. not that you’d ever let him find out though.

your sketch book was littered with an assortment of drawings. some finished down to the smallest detailed and others half done, lazily sketched and yet to be completed. kenma took up most of the occupation of the pages though. surrounded by statues, flowers and other pretty things you often drew kenma as the centre piece for all your pages.

the drawings you skillfully created depended on your mood and kenma’s mood on the day. some days, kenma would be struggling to keep his concentration on the lesson going on in front of him, other days he’d be almost interested and looked as if he was putting more effort into his work. your most favourite days, were ones where kenma was lazily interested in the lesson. he would often propt is chin under his hand, eyes prettily fluttering occasionally while trying to stay awake (probably sleep deprived from excessive hours of gaming) and he would sometimes even use a thin black bobby pin to pin his long hair out of his face to stop his field of vision from closing in tempting him to fall into a slumber in the midst of class. those days were your favourite. he looked extra pretty.

today just happened to be one of those days as you gazed at kenma who at this moment had his hair messily pinned out of his face, eyes drooping every so often with the setters head dropping ever so slightly every time he felt the weight of sleep too heavy to handle. one hand placed under his chin, keeping his head from completely falling onto the desk and the other weakly holding his pen as he attempted to keep up with the classes notes.

you wanted to draw him in this moment really, but you did happen to feel bad for the blonde. he was obviously struggling to keep his head clear enough to focus so you decided now was a good opportunity to step out of your comfort zone a little.

“kozume-san? you whispered ever so gently.

kenma’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of his voice being called. he tilted his head in you direction and blinked his twinkly golden eyes at you

“hm?”

“d-do you want me to uh keep up with your notes for you?”

kenma’s eyes softened at the sound of your gentle voice.

“why would you want to do that l/n?”

“i can see you’re struggling to stay focused. we sit near the back and the teacher isn't interested in looking in our direction. you can catch up on a bit of sleep - o-only if you want though you don't have to!”

you knew you were blushing now. maybe you should’ve just minded your own business but in a split second you knew it was all worth it.

kenma gave you a small but genuine smile. fuck. it was so pretty. he was so pretty. his smile wasn’t blinding no, more of a gentle angelic glowing light that warms ones heart. the rare sort of golden light that can only be captured in a small time window each day and only through clear skies. you had made kozume kenma smile and you knew you were right to have stepped out your comfort zone.

“you’re observant. its much appreciated l/n, thank you. let me know how i can repay you after.”

his soft voice heavy with sleep sent the butteries in your stomach to go off in a frenzy. his delicate hands handed you his class book and he blushed so lightly it wasn't even noticeable at the subtle contact of your fingers brushing past each other.

he gave you a gentle nod as he laid his head down gently on his desk and gave into the strong craving to fall into a sleep.

drawing and writing were two things that came naturally to you. you were able at completing both tasks at a quick speed but you did it so flawlessly. you took a shy pride in your notes and classwork as you did with your drawings. both aesthetically pleasing to look at, but full of appropriate and useful content.

writing kenma’s notes alongside yours wouldn’t be a problem to you.

however, this would cause one in the unbeknownst future to you.

class ended about 50 minutes after you had encouraged kenma to have a small sleep. classmates were closing their notebooks and packing up their things. you gently tapped the sleeping setters shoulder with notes in your hand.

after a few taps the boy slowly lifted his head and gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. your heart melted at the sight of his eyes flickering while adjusting to the light. the slightly darkened sun depicting his eyes as gold speckled pools of honey, his nose scrunched up as he allowed his body to wake up. was there ever a time this boy was ugly? he seemed to be attractive doing everything, it wasn’t fair.

taking the book from your hands he nodded and gave you a shy smile.

“thank you, l/n. please tell me how i can repay you”

“oh! please don't worry about it! you looked like you needed a recharge i’m just happy you were able to do just that.”

“you’re a kind person l/n. but don’t hesitate to let me know if you ever need a favour.”

and with that, the setter packed up the few papers he had been resting on and then slightly bowing at you before heading out the door most likely to get ready for practice.

you smiled to yourself and headed out your classroom to leave for home knowing you had done a good deed for the day and you had happened to have your first direct interaction with the boy you’d been delicately sketching for the past couple of months.

“kenma! you’re 2 minutes and 38 seconds later than usual! we can't afford to have the brain of the team slacking.” kuroo teased his best friend with an irritating smile.

“was talking to a classmate. she helped keep me up with the class notes.” kenma spoke boredly as he set his bag down so he could change into his gym clothes.

“notes eh? offended you wouldn't just ask me for help. this feels like betrayal.”

kenma rolled his eyes at his friend’s childish behaviour and dug through his bag to look for his clothes.

“the offer was there so i just took it. besides, l/n’s handwriting is much more eligible than yours.”

“ouch. are they as detailed though?”

“probably even more.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“look for yourself.” kenma shrugged nodding towards his schoolbag.

kuroo wandered over to kenma’s bag and pulled the classwork book out.

“uh yeah i guess these are pretty ne- oHOHO what do we have here?”

kuroos eyes danced over the pages, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“i hate when you pull that face what’s wrong with you?” kenma’s disgusted face looked up at kuroo who looked like he was having an internal field day.

“l/n eh? i think someones got a little crush on you kenma.”

“what?”

kuroo turned the book around to show the pages to kenma who’s eye widened.

there was the pages you had littered with beautifully depicted drawings of kenma.

both boys were silent as kenma’s eyes scanned over the pages.

“no reaction? personally i’d be flattered if someone drew me that much and with such good detail too.”

kenma was still processing all the drawings as a million possible reasons for why you’d drawn him so much ran though his head.

did you think he was attractive?

was it a crush like kuroo had teased?

did you just need a reference and he just so happened to be there?

were the drawings actually him or were they just someone scarily similar?

“sooooo... you gonna talk to her then?”

kuroo smiled teasingly at the now blushing setter.

“i’ll just give this back to her. it’s obviously personal and she might even explain herself when she sees that i have her book.”

kuroo shrugged and put the book back in kenma’s bag.

“i think it’s cute kenma, take my advice, you should take the opportunity to get to know her a little, she's obviously interested in you.”

kenma snorted at his friends words slightly as he begun to follow him out the changing rooms and into the gym to join the rest of the team.

“ironic the relationship virgin is giving me advice.”

kuroo could only roll his eyes and laugh.

“to think you’d be the one to get a girl first, in my defence i’m too busy for relationships.”

“okay mr docosahexaenoic acid, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

you had just arrived home and you felt the weight of the day lift itself off of you as you threw your shoes off and dropped your bag to the floor in your bedroom.

you bag tipped over with some of the contents spilling out causing you to huff but get up and pick it up anyway.

then you saw it.

your heart dropped.

“fuck.”

‘kozume kenma’ was written on the front of one of your classwork books. how had you been so stupid in getting them mixed up.

you began to panic and think of solutions to this fresh dilemma.

“maybe i should just tell him that i just like him nows a chance? no that's stupid why would i do that? i’ll just tell him it’s a model that just looks similar to him. no, that’s not believable is it? fuck it. i’m moving country.”

you screamed into your pillow but then stopped when you remembered something.

kenma was in practice right now. there’s no way he could’ve opened the book and bothered checking the work right? why would he bother doing that?

you checked the time on your phone. 3:28pm. you still had a while until practice was over. that would be more than enough time to go into the changing rooms and swap the books before anyone notices. and even if he had opened the book already, when he saw his book was back in his bag, you could easily play it off as if he had dreamt the drawings up as he would’ve just woken up and still been drowsy.

you wasted no time grabbing your shoes and the book to sprint out the door. school wasn’t too far from your house, a 17 minute walk to be exact. your legs started to ache at the sudden intense action of you sprinting like your life depended on it. well, your life did depend on it. if kenma saw them and thought you were weird, what were you to do then? dropping out of school seemed like the most reasonable option.

finally reaching the gates you caught your breath. getting to school was a 17 minute walk but a 9 minute run. once you gathered your thoughts you quietly approached the gym to peek inside. there the team were training and focused on the court. going in through the front of the school and walking through the halls to get to the changing rooms through the back way, you gripped the book tightly as you got to the boys changing rooms.

a quiet prayer was muttered before entering. the changing room was surprisingly clean and didn't smell like over sprayed deodorant and excessive sweat like you’d imagined. you let out a sigh of relief as you scanned the room for kenma’s stuff before noticing it at the end of the room.

“just in and out.” you muttered under your breath as you walked swiftly over to the setter’s belongings

digging through kenma’s stuff proved to be quite stressful. you were so focused on not getting caught, you failed to noticed the door separating the gym and changing rooms open.

“uh l/n?”

you jumped and turned your head to the owner of the voice.

there stood a slight sweaty and tired looking kenma who had offered to return to the changing rooms to grab one of yaku’s extra kneepads.

“uhhh i can explain.. our books got um mixed up and i uh well -”

“you’re talented you know.” kenma gave you a small almost ghost smile.

your face instantly heated up at the small praise the boy had given you.

“w-what?”

“the drawings. i must say, i was surprised when i saw them but, you have talent y/n and... i don’t mind if you keep drawing me...”

kenma’s shy persona caused the last part to come out so quietly you almost didn't hear him.

“i’ll keep that in mind.” you smiled as you approached kenma to give him his book back.

he muttered a quiet thanks and went through his own bag to fish you out your book to give back to you. the tension was awkward but not heavy enough to drive either of you away instantly. both of you holding back in anticipation waiting for one of you to talk.

“so um, do you wanna maybe go out sometime? you don’t have to.”

your eyes softened again as you shyly nodded.

“i would like that kozume-san.”

“kenma. call me kenma.”

months had passed since then. you found you had things in common with the setter and found his neutral presence calming. he wasn’t too loud or in your face but he also wasn’t completely extroverted to the point where you’d sit in awkward silence like people often assumed he was like.

you had met his team and family and they all welcomed you with open arms eager to get to know the girl who had drawn kenma not only on paper but drawn him out of his comfort zone gently.

the two of you weren’t big on going out on dates. you would both often opt to stay in and enjoy each other’s company. kenma would game and you would draw, the two of you engaging in soft and relaxing conversation. kenma would never admit it out loud, but he loved the days where you would draw him. he would act like he was too immersed in his game to notice you sketching away but he felt a sense of pride in him whenever he noticed you using him as your model.

you had grown more confident in yourself and often allowed kenma to see your drawings. you decided since you were using him as your reference, the least you could do was show him how you portrayed him and every time he would compliment and praise you for your work.

“you know i’m glad i felt extra tired that one day you offered to do my notes.”

you hummed and looked up at your boyfriend.

“yeah? i’m just gad you weren’t weirded out by my book.”

kenma offered a gentle smile at you.

“weirded out? i was taken aback but not weirded out. i was ever so slightly flattered even. thank you for seeing some sort of beauty in me.”

brushing his hair out of his face you smiled softly as you leaned closer to his face to whisper your final words before pressing a delicate kiss to his lips.

“no, thank you for being a work of art.”

#kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma x you #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!

234 notes · View notes

its-love-u-asshole · 7 years

Text

Let My Love [Ch. 1]

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Summary: For Kuroo, finding love was all about patience. He had no problem with waiting for the right person to come along, no matter how many awkward dinners or weddings he had to endure as a single man until they did. Regardless, meeting Tsukishima was something he’d never been prepared for. The feelings were overwhelming and intoxicating, ones he was sure he’d do anything for. However, it seemed his endless waiting wasn’t over.

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Note: haha...I started another multichapter -sweats- I’m excited for this though, it’s a bit different from the stuff I usually write and will have some other storylines so it’s definitely a challenge for me! I like the idea a lot though, so I’ll try to update as much as possible before school starts <3 Enjoy! Thanks to @emeraldwaves and @amajikies for reading this over!

AO3

Kuroo’s hands typed steadily, the words and phrases beginning to read more like gibberish in his mind instead of proper sentences. Not to mention he missed a letter every now and again due to his sleep deprived brain, resulting in atrocious typos he was in no mood to fix. His fingers stopped suddenly, eyes uselessly scanning over the blurry letters and science formulas. Obviously, writing this article was a little beyond his comprehension level right now.

That, and the fact he could barely focus on any of his older cousin’s words through the phone were probably good signs he needed caffeine. However, upon rolling out of bed, the energy to actually go to his kitchen and rectify the situation had been quickly drained out of him when he noticed his phone light up.

He couldn’t explain it exactly, but Kuroo felt he had a sixth sense at times when it came to reading the mood of a certain situation or day. This particular day, it was dread he sensed, like the universe was willing him to not pick up the phone. Kuroo thought he could just let it ring, as he did with most calls, but when Semi’s name and photo appeared clear as day on screen, he knew he had no choice but to answer.

It was far too early for this.

Kuroo rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, grimacing at the grainy bits of sand he caught on his fingers as he leaned back in his chair, defeated. “A lake house? You want to rent a lake house?”

Semi’s all too innocent voice drifted smoothly through the phone, the voice of someone who had probably been up for hours already. Jerk. “Yeah, Kenjiro thought—”

“Don’t implicate me in this,” a flat, much grumpier voice called from somewhere in the background, and Kuroo couldn’t help but laugh at Semi’s grunt of disapproval.

At least he could always count on Shirabu to keep things real with him, no matter how blunt he could be. How someone as considerate and polite as Semi managed to fall in love with the crown prince of callousness, Kuroo would never know.

Of course, he knew that was an exaggeration, but like hell was he going to point out how perfect the two were together when they were literally trying to drag him on some ridiculous adventure.

“Fine,” Semi continued, his sigh long and surrendering. “I thought it would be nice for all of us to get together for a week. It’s been a long time, and god knows a lot of us work too hard. A vacation seemed like a good idea.”

“All of us? Like…all of us?” At that, Kuroo found himself a bit more awake.

Semi had a point, Kuroo worked himself like a dog writing for the science magazine, though he wasn’t afraid to say he loved his job. It was the best, writing about the things and discoveries which fascinated him, and it even meant he could work from home. However, it could get to him, being all cooped up. The thought of going to a lake house with all his closest friends sounded like a dream. But while he could admit a vacation wasn’t a terrible idea, the well-mannered part of him couldn’t stand for Semi’s grandiose gesture of friendship.

“Yes Kuroo, all of us,” Semi said, his tone practically the vocal equivalent of an eye roll. “Stop trying to act like I’ll be feeding an army, it’s nine people.”

“That’s a lot of rooms too…”

“Only six rooms, married couples tend to sleep together you know,” Semi said, voice smug as if he’d already won the argument. Ah yes, the other problem…

“It’s still expensive Semi, and wait…nine people?” Kuroo grabbed a stray pen on his desk, wincing when some of the ink leaked through the pen cap and onto his hand. He needed new office supplies…

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed a random notepad and began to work it out in his head. There was him, and then there was Semi and Shirabu (duh Tetsurou), Oikawa, Yachi, Kyoutani, Yahaba, and finally Terushima. At the thought of his eccentric, fun loving cousin, Kuroo couldn’t help but smile. He, Semi, and Kuroo had grown up together, forced to attend family events and reunions where they would of course wander off and get into trouble. He looked down at the names, feeling a surge of nostalgia at how much he missed them. Seeing everyone again would be nice…

Still, he was seeing eight.

“I’m a professional athlete Kuroo, I…make more than enough money,” Semi informed softly, clearing his throat right after. Kuroo snorted to himself, of course Semi would feel bad about seemingly bragging about his income. Riches hadn’t changed him in the slightest, and it made Kuroo miss him all the more. “And oh yeah, Teru apparently has a new boyfriend, so he’ll be coming. Apparently our dear cousin really likes this one.”

Of course he does.

The news was enough to bring out a wry smile onto Kuroo’s face. Terushima had introduced them all to a handful of potential beaus and babes in the past, but none had ever made the final cut. He hoped this one was different. As picky and ridiculous as his younger cousin could be, he deserved to be happy.

But that didn’t mean Kuroo couldn’t make fun of him. In fact, he could make fun of a lot of the people he considered family too.

“Oikawa isn’t bringing his one true love? He sure talks about him enough,” Kuroo said, making a mental note to call the brunet at some point; it had been a while. In the background, he could hear Shirabu scoff and hum in agreement.

“Iwaizumi is still away at grad school abroad, otherwise I’m sure Oikawa would insist,” Semi said with barely concealed amusement. “But anyways, stop avoiding the question. Will you come? The house has Wi-Fi so don’t even think of using work as an excuse.”

Kuroo couldn’t hold back his wince, Semi sure did know him well. It wasn’t like Kuroo was actively trying to get out of going though, really, the whole idea sounded like a lot of fun. It was just—

Semi made an undignified squawk on the other end of the call, and before Kuroo knew it, Shirabu’s cutting voice was ringing through his ears. “Stop bullshitting him Kuroo, we all know you just don’t wanna go because you hate being the only single person there.”

The words were like ice, quickly traveling through his body and veins until he was frozen over completely, the pen dropping from his hand and clattering onto the desk. Kuroo clutched the phone tighter, knowing he’d been caught.

Well damn.

“K-Kenjiro! You don’t need to be so rude…” Semi sounded distant, voice fading in and out of clarity as if he was physically having to wrestle the phone away from his husband.

“Well it’s true!”

“Why would that matter to Kuroo? He’s not like that,” Semi said with a final strain to the end of his statement, his breath heavy from finally having won the phone back. “Um…right? Kuroo?”

Kuroo winced again, and that was all Shirabu needed to hum triumphantly. Bastard. How Kuroo had been friends with both of them since the baby daycare days perplexed him. Either way, it meant they knew him well enough, and someone with no tact like Shirabu was more than happy to point it out. Bless Semi, that poor soul.

It wasn’t like Kuroo was upset he was the only single person in their friend group (well, aside from Yachi, but no one gave her the same crap they gave Kuroo). He wasn’t envious, not in the slightest. It was simply annoying. Every time he’d meet up with his friends or family, it always came back to who he was dating. Or well, who and why he wasn’t dating. Kuroo was pretty good looking, had a well-paying and steady job, and was all around a charismatic guy. As a college student, he’d go on dates all the time, hook-ups, blind dates, kissing booths, whatever. Girls and guys liked him, loved him even. He just hadn’t found someone he loved back.

After a while, he’d gotten tired of just sleeping around or breaking hearts when he knew he had no intention of making a life with any of the people he dated. What was the point in dating just for the sake of it? So, he’d stopped. Kuroo had promised himself he’d only get involved in relationships if he could see himself falling in love, if there was a real connection. So far, there hadn’t been, and he was more than content with that. Falling in love and getting married was definitely something he wanted sure, but he wanted it with the right person, and he had no problem waiting.

His friends disagreed.

“Well, see…you guys don’t exactly leave me alone about that stuff,” Kuroo admitted sheepishly, slumping when he heard Semi’s indignant gasp.

“That’s not true! When have we ever done that?”

At that, Kuroo couldn’t help but give a dry laugh.

Well, never. Directly.

But Kuroo could count how many odd looks he’d gotten at Semi and Shirabu’s wedding, and it had started a trend. An awful trend. It was always ‘Semi seems really happy as a married man’ from his mother, or ‘when are you gonna find that lucky someone, Tetsu?’ from his dad. Then there was Oikawa’s constant nagging, or Yachi’s well-meaning but awkward questioning.

And then it had gone further downhill, because all his friends started to settle down, which made his singleness seem amplified by fifty percent--it was like he was a walking pity party. Oikawa had a date every weekend it seemed, never short of suitors. Then Iwaizumi came into his life, and Oikawa had never been happier. Terushima was the same, albeit with a bit more drama and still no permanent relationship, but it seemed that was changing too. Hell, Kyoutani and Yahaba had basically been in love since middle school, and their wedding had been the previous year.

(Kuroo was specifically sat at the table nearest the bar at that wedding, right next to the singles table. Nothing was more depressing. So yeah, lots of fun.)

“You guys realize that everyone outside of our group sees me as the lonely troll under the relationship bridge right?” Kuroo deadpanned, trying to restrain his laughter when dead silence was heard on the other line. “Say, why doesn’t anyone get on Yachi’s case for this?”

Shirabu was quick to answer. “Because she’s a peppy independent woman, and you’re a loser.”

“Kenjiro.”

“Just consider coming Kuroo, it’s not a big deal,” Shirabu said finally, and the sudden softness actually made Kuroo perk up. “If you really think the attention will be a problem, bring someone. Or don’t. Whatever. You know we’ll all drag you there anyways…”

The last statement was said in a whisper, and Kuroo could practically tell Shirabu was glaring at the phone. Shirabu was actually trying to comfort him, and it was pissing him off. What a nerd.

Kuroo smiled, the implied ‘we miss you’ in Shirabu’s words having not gone undetected. His chest felt warmer than it had in weeks, and his only regret was that it was the feisty ex-setter who had delivered the final blow. Damn, what did he do to deserve these wonderful idiots?

“You know I’m waiting for the right person, but I’ll keep an eye out,” Kuroo said with a grin.

“You do that Kuroo,” Shirabu deadpanned, and shortly after, Semi cleared his throat.

“So…you’ll come? You have about a month to decide but…” Semi trailed off, and he was probably doing that thing where he bit his lip or stuck out his tongue from nervousness. Just like back when they were kids…

Kuroo laughed, the sleepiness from earlier having fully melted away. “Yeah, sure.”

After all, he couldn’t let his biggest fans down. What would they do for a whole week without his puns and knowledge of newly founded scientific theories?

Kuroo couldn’t help but smirk. This time, he’d have all the fun.

“Great,” Semi breathed out finally, texting Kuroo the details as if he’d been waiting to the whole time. He probably had been.

There was a comfortable silence that followed as Kuroo looked over dates of the vacation, and as he was about to hang up, Shirabu spoke up for the last time, voice smug and mocking.

“So…when are you gonna get married Kuroo, you’re getting kind of old don’t you think?”

Kuroo answered with the dial tone.

Hoping to be productive, Kuroo made plans to go to the library the next day. If he was going to go on this trip, he wanted to get a head start on next month’s article. It was better to have most of it done now than to spend most of the vacation worrying about it.

However, as he walked up the stone steps to the library’s revolving doors, he couldn’t help but feel out of place and jittery. It was stupid, considering all the other times he worked at the library, and how usually it provided him with a motivational and quiet environment. Today just wasn’t his day it seemed.

Kuroo would be up for a promotion soon—so these next two articles, one of which was finished, had to be perfect. That was stressful enough, but more than anything, he couldn’t help but find himself flustered over the phone call with Semi from the previous day. Maybe it was general excitement at the thought of seeing all his friends again, but the dread from before was still there.

Kuroo hated to admit it, but maybe the whole being single thing was getting to him more than he thought. He was twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight, and by no means old. Hell, with his looks and health, he was in the prime of his life. There was no need to worry about him finding a potential partner anytime soon, and it wasn’t something he wanted to rush.

Of course, that hadn’t stopped his brain from giving him nightmares about dying alone. What a good night he’d had.

Sighing, Kuroo happily stepped into the library, inhaling the comforting scent of books and printer ink which always brought him solace. After college, the library became his new most visited place after the volleyball court, a place he could sit in all day and get lost in his imagination and thirst for knowledge. It was perfect, and he couldn’t wait to get started on his research for the magazine’s article.

Luck was, apparently, not on his side.

The collection of computers usually provided by the library as databases were all turned off, with sheets of paper taped to each one. Already cursing the day, but never one to be negative, Kuroo walked over to them. The papers said what he’d expected, that the computers were out of order, and to go to a library attendant if people needed help finding the books. Glancing over to the main help desk, Kuroo saw two computers for the librarians to use as databases, and could already tell that a line would no doubt form once more people came in.

Thank god he’d come early.

Kuroo strides were brisk as he approached the counter, eyes trained on the desk. He’d have to find all his books now if he didn’t want to wait in line later…

Plopping his book bag on the desk, Kuroo began rifling through it in frustration, searching for the resource list he’d haphazardly stuffed into it that morning. He didn’t look up when he heard footsteps stop in front of him, too focused on making sure the rest of his day went off without a hitch.

As he rifled through his things, he came across Yahaba and Kyoutani’s old wedding invitation, which he’d never thrown out, souring his mood even further. Why the universe was bent on reminding him of his own romance predicament, he wasn’t sure.

Kuroo didn’t even bother holding back a groan as he resumed looking for his book list.

“Can I help you with something?” The person in front of him finally spoke, voice soft and velvety despite the irritation laced through it. It reminded Kuroo of a freezing gust of wind, refreshing and biting all at once. Kuroo was too involved in his own task to really linger on the sudden sensation though, or the source.

As a result, his tact had also seemed to fly right out of him. “Yeah, got any books on how to get my annoying friends off my back about being single?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Kuroo felt like sucking them back in, his breath hitching with the power of a vacuum as he processed what he'd said. Ah damn.

Oversharing had never been an issue for him, yet here he was, accidentally unleashing his frustrations out to an unsuspecting library worker. Kuroo pursed his lips, his hand freezing just as it gripped the sheet of paper he'd been looking for all along.

He waited for an awkward cough or scoff, maybe even a scolding for his rudeness. It definitely wasn't his day. Kuroo tapped his fingers against the tarnished wooden surface of the desk, stiffly pulling out his resource list and laying it flat in front of the employee. Kuroo didn’t dare look at the other’s face.

Instead of sounding irritated though, the person simply snorted, their body relaxing as they leaned against the counter. From their close proximity, Kuroo could smell the faint scent of sand and saltwater—his favorite.

“If such a book did exist, I’m sure people would be fighting over it as we speak," the voice answered, and yeah, Kuroo thought, velvety was the perfect way to describe it. He may have written scientific articles, but he knew his way around some adjectives.

Oh god, he was an idiot.

But actually yeah, the other had a point.

Kuroo laughed at the joke, tension leaving his muscles as he ran a hand through his hair. Finally, he looked up as he spoke, unaware of just how deadly of a blow it would be. "Yeah, you got a point ther—"

Kuroo choked on the end of his sentence, and the sensation returned tenfold. Like a cold, refreshing gust of wind, or an ocean breeze at night, golden lanterns lighting the way...

That was what looking at the other man in front of him felt like. Kuroo didn’t know it was possible, to have just one person practically embody such an image.

The young man's eyebrow arched in question, his plush lips pulled into a frown as his gaze slowly drifted to the paper on the desk. As his hand reached out, Kuroo noted how the sleeves of his black jumper were too long, easily sliding past his palms. The v-neckline of the jumper was skewed, as if the other had put it on in a bit of a rush. His blond hair was damp, and it pressed against his neck and forehead, and Kuroo could take a guess now about why the other smelled like he was born from the sea. So many questions…

Beautifully pale skin.

Piercing honey brown eyes which glowed behind black frames.

Long, delicate fingers.

Kuroo's eyes jumped from one feature to the other, his mind trying to drink in as much as he could before he was forced to step back into reality. He didn't know what had gotten into him, or why he'd never seen this man at the library before, but Kuroo couldn't take his eyes off him.

"Um, do you need me to look up all of these?" The blond's tone was hesitant, slow, alerting Kuroo to the fact he probably looked like a complete moron staring into oblivion. The blond's fingers crept over the crumpled paper, pulling it closer to him.

Kuroo cleared his throat, knocking on the desk with his knuckles as he begged himself to form coherent words. "Uh yeah, please! I need them for an--articles, magazine articles I mean. I write magazine articles."

Oh my god, what's wrong with you?

Kuroo was known to be quite the smooth talker, and this was just embarrassing.

The blond squinted warily before he moved to the computer, beginning to type in the authors Kuroo had listed. Every now and again, his gaze would flick back to Kuroo, his fingers slowing in their typing.

Kuroo wondered if he felt it too...whatever this weird moment was.

Kuroo couldn't have explained it if he'd tried, it was something he'd seldom experienced. It wasn't that Kuroo didn't believe love at first sight could happen, though it was rare. He didn't even know if this was it, but he knew his own emotions, and he trusted his instincts.

This person in front of him was special, and Kuroo wanted to find out why.

He leaned more of his weight on the desk, inching closer into the other's personal bubble as he watched the blond dutifully write down the call numbers from the computer.

Hell, his handwriting was even pretty.

"Hey," Kuroo began, his voice still feeling way too loud despite his whispering. "I haven't seen you around before. I mean, I come to the library often for work, I know most of the employees pretty well."

"Do you want a medal?" The other scoffed before his face twisted in regret, as if he'd forgotten he was at work. Kuroo lost it. He snickered into his hand as the blond pouted, his stunning eyes sending an impressive glare at his computer screen as he aggressively scribbled down another number.

"Actually yeah, I do. My one from last year isn't as shiny anymore, " Kuroo retorted, happy when the other relaxed upon realizing Kuroo wasn't actually angry at the comment.

The blond rolled his eyes, but Kuroo didn't miss the amusement hidden in them.

"Seriously though, how do I know you're not some impostor, trying to steal forbidden library secrets?"

At that, the other actually stopped typing, bringing a hand to his hip as his eyes stared up at the ceiling, as if trying to figure out how to answer Kuroo without calling him an outright nuisance.

"I already know where the hidden make out row is, thank you very much," he finally said with the ghost of a smirk, and fuck, Kuroo felt a shiver run down his back. "I'm a new volunteer, that's all."

"Volunteer?" Kuroo perked up, his head tilting to the side. "You a college student or something blondie?"

"It's Tsukishima. And I'm not, I'm a web designer." Tsukishima tensed after that, his eyes going wide like he'd said too much, and he regarded Kuroo curiously afterwards. It was pretty cute actually, as if Kuroo had performed some sort of witch craft.

Ah, so he's not normally a sharer?

For some reason, the realization ignited a fire in Kuroo. "Work from home?"

"....yeah."

"Me too!" Kuroo said, clapping his hands together. "What a small world. I also come here for fun of course."

At that, the blond crossed his arms, unbelievably unimpressed.

"So you write science articles, stay at home, and the idea of going to the library is what constitutes as fun?" Tsukishima clicked his tongue, his smile smug and practically begging Kuroo to snap a photo of him. "You sound like a nerd to me."

Oho, a decent jab. But Kuroo could return anything dished out.

"I'm pretty sure web design is nerdier than magazine writing."

"Science magazines. That makes a big difference. Have you seen the titles of these books?" Tsukishima waved the paper around, the wobbly sound echoing into the silence of the library.

Ugh, so cute. What the hell.

"Okay now, no need to get vicious."

"There's always a need to get vicious,” Tsukishima said with a huff, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Spare my poor chemistry books kind sir, I beg you." Kuroo couldn't help but smirk, his skin warm as their eyes locked, building a fire deep inside him. What is going on?

He was just having a normal conversation for fuck’s sake. Right?

The quick beating of his heart disagreed. The amusement faded from Tsukishima's eyes as their staring contest continued, those long, beautiful fingers clenching around the pen the blond was holding. It was then Kuroo realized Tsukishima had scrawled the last call number down long ago.

The chill was back, the connection was there.

Kuroo wondered how close he'd be standing if the desk wasn’t separating them, the pull between them too strong. It would've certainly been enough to lure him into the blond's waters, and he didn't have a clue why.

He didn't really have to know why either. Sometimes, he just knew when he'd met someone worth his time, and why miss out on it?

Kuroo licked his lips, not missing the way Tsukishima's gaze flicked to them quickly before returning to Kuroo's eyes. "Um...do you--"

There was a loud cough behind him, and everything seemed to unfreeze, the smell of the ocean and sounds of the sea disappearing into nothingness as the spell broke. The fog in his brain lifted, and he wasn’t sure he was thankful for it.

"Excuse me?" An aggravated voice spoke up behind him, way too loud for the preferred library volume. Kuroo glanced over his shoulder expecting to see one disgruntled patron, but was met with a line of seven or eight people.

Whoops.

Kuroo flushed, smiling sheepishly as he pulled his book bag back over his shoulder in a haste. As he did so, he caught sight of his watch, revealing he'd ended up staying at the counter for a good twenty minutes longer than intended.

Shit.

Tsukishima snapped out of his daze right after Kuroo, practically shoving the list of books into Kuroo's chest. The blond’s face returned to a more neutral expression, calm and almost uncaring despite the obvious complaints and mutters behind them.

"Here you are,” he said, defaulting back to a more professional tone. Then the blond leaned to the side, looking past Kuroo with evident annoyance in his eyes, luckily not directed at Kuroo. "I'll be with you in just a moment."

Kuroo heard the blond mutter a curse under his breath, and the man behind him in line huffed in displeasure. Kuroo felt guilty for holding up the line, but he was more in shock at the fact he hadn't noticed at all.

He was usually so much more observant than that, a people person, constantly aware of his surroundings. But in the moment, it had felt like nothing and no one else existed, and it made his palms sweat and his throat dry up.

"Uh thanks, sorry about that...well, bye," Kuroo stuttered out as he started to walk away, meeting Tsukishima's stare until the other was forced to tend to the next patron.

All the while, it was like something in Kuroo begged him to stay.

He shook his head profusely, willing himself to focus on finding the correct floor for the first book. He had work to do, whatever this was...he could sort it out later. His article was what mattered most.

Yet as he made his way to the second level of the library, not tearing his gaze away from the head of blond hair at the front desk until he absolutely had no choice, he knew this was far from over.

#kurotsuki #kurotsukki #adri writing #haikyuuwriters #ficsforvera

34 notes · View notes

thatishogwash · 7 years

Text

Bad Days Made Better

Summary: Sawamura is having a bad day until his boyfriends cheer him up.

AO3

Warnings: None.

Sawamura was having a Bad Day. The kind that starts off by waking up in terror because he accidentally set his alarm to PM instead of AM and missed one of his morning lectures and ends up with him getting yelled at by a customer for five minutes and then having to sit through a demeaning conversation with his manager. Actually no, if the day had ended like that Sawamura would have been happy because he could have just gone back to his dorm, curled up in bed promised himself that tomorrow would be better.

Except for the fact that it was Halloween Weekend and his entire dorm floor was having a massive party. There was no peace to be had and Sawamura, knowing his roommates the way he did, knew his dorm would not be a safe place to stay.

Sawamura had walked thirty minutes because of course, of course he forgot his bus pass in his room and he had already walked ten minutes to the bus before realizing it and had to endure the disappointed and disgusted looks of the bus driver and passengers when he had to slouch his way back off the bus. Sawamura continued on foot, in the rain because did he mention it was downpouring? It was only naturally storming when he had a twenty minute walk away from campus.

Sometimes Sawamura regretted moving to Tokyo. The city was constantly noisy and crowded, the heat and humidity seemed to stick to him and keep him down for days on end and the winters weren’t any better. He was hours away from his family, who he loved and always knew how to make his days better, and most of his friends had to school elsewhere. He had to get a job in a fastfood restaurant where he was continually degraded on a daily basis and he had to nearly quit the volleyball team because his school work was suffering.

University was not all it was cracked up to be. He, along with most of the student body, were on near-constant breakdowns from too much coursework and not nearly enough sleep. Or food. Sawamura had not managed to eat anything all day and his body was suffering for it.

It seemed like Tokyo was rejecting him and Sawamura, the guy who never gave up, was ready to call it quits.

Which led Sawamura to a dingy looking apartment thirty minutes away from his own dorm, staring at a door with no numbers. There was a little hook where the numbers had been but they were long gone. Stolen or broken.

Sawamura was dripping on the tiled floor of the hallway as he stared at the unmarked door, thinking about turning around and maybe camping out at the library. He had done it before, more times than he was willing to admit to, and he really didn’t feel like pushing his bad mood onto anyone else. Especially not the two people that seemed like Tokyo’s only saving grace at that moment.

The door was pulled open before Sawamura could make the decision to walk away or stay and a body came into view. Bokuto looked surprised to see Sawamura, but that surprise quickly gave way to elation as he grinned widely at him.

“Daichi!” Bokuto hopped happily over to him before hugging him with no care to the fact he was getting wet. “I thought you were pizza, but you’re much better than pizza.” Sawamura was dragged inside the apartment.

“Was it pizza?” Kuroo called out from the living room.

“No it’s Daichi!” Bokuto shouted back.

“Oh, I couldn’t tell with you hollering out in the hall.” Kuroo snickered, something sounded like it was dying on the tv.

“You cheat, I paused the game!” Bokuto pulled Sawamura towards the living room.

“Bo, I’m going to get the floor wet.” Sawamura complained though he didn’t try to pull back.

“That’s fine, he can clean up the water when he goes to clean up the soda he dripped all over the floor and still hasn’t cleaned up.” Kuroo said without glancing up as he killed a video game character on the screen. By Bokuto’s anguished yell Sawamura could guess it was Bokuto’s character.

“Why are you walking out in the rain?” Bokuto asked, getting over his character's death quickly.

“Obviously he’s come to make a dramatic love confession to us, does he have a boombox or flowers?” Kuroo asked, turning around and looking over Sawamura before tossing the controller onto the old couch and getting up. He disappeared down the hall before anyone could answer him as Bokuto helped, or more like manhandled, Sawamura out of his backpack and coat.

Kuroo walked back out to the living room with a smile.

“Towel and clothes are in the bathroom, you can even use all our hot water to take a shower if you want.” Kuroo offered. Considering their ancient pipes only gave about five minutes of hot water that offer was equal parts generous and not. Sawamura nodded and made his way to the bathroom silently.

Sawamura told himself he would tell them they didn’t have to stay with him. They were clearly heading out, considering they were both dressed in costume. Well, as much as a costume broke college students could afford. They were wearing teenage mutant ninja turtle shell shirts with matching masks over their eyes, Bokuto’s in orange while Kuroo’s was purple. It was Halloween weekend, there was a party every five steps.

The sweatpants were Bokuto’s, a little baggy with a tear in the knee and a permanent reddish brown stain on the thigh but soft and comfortable. The shirt was one of Kuroo’s from work. He worked at a store that made customizable tshirts, it was mostly for tourists but it was also run by a bunch of college kids so they continually making their own, usually with dirty English sayings on them.

Sawamura hung his wet clothes over the shower door before walking out, he could hear Bokuto and Kuroo arguing about what the proper use of a cheater was.

“Hey hey hey Daichi! The pizza just arrived.” Bokuto said with excitement and they both looked like they were waiting for Sawamura to appear before eating. Sawamura sat down in between the two. “We saved a creamsicle flavor just for you.” Bokuto presented the neon orange soda to Sawamura with flair, he couldn’t help but smile a little at that.

“Thank you,” Sawamura said, which seemed to be the cue for them all to start digging into the pizza boxes. “You two don’t have to stay in for me, I think I’m going to head to bed right after I eat.”

“What made you think we’re going out?” Kuroo asked as Bokuto piled two slices of pizza on top of each other before taking a large bite out of both.

“You’re in costume?” Sawamura glanced at both of them. Kuroo and Bokuto shared a look before Kuroo grinned.

“We always dress up for each other.” Kuroo said as Bokuto nodded.

“We like to look good.” Sawamura gave them a confused look. “It’s date night! We can go out any other night but all three of us haven’t been able to get together in a while.” Bokuto complained, dropping his head on Sawamura’s shoulder.

“We missed you.” Kuroo shrugged like he wasn’t blushing at the admission. He turned towards the tv, using the controller to push play on a movie they had queued up on netflix. Sawamura noted that it was one of the movies he had expressed interest in before.

Sawamura swallowed the sudden lump in his throat down as he slowly started to eat, letting himself relax into his boyfriends. Ever-restless Bokuto continually bumped his leg against Sawamura’s as he quickly devoured an entire pizza by himself. Sawamura pressed his leg against Bokuto’s, watched as the other man almost immediately calmed down.

Sawamura had been surprised at how easy a relationship was between the three of them. He had come to Tokyo with an aching heart. Yui and him hadn’t broken up on bad terms but they both knew their lives were heading in different directions and it would only be difficult for both of them separated by so many miles. It had been an easy friendship, the one he shared with Bokuto and Kuroo. Surprisingly easy considering how Sawamura once thought the only thing they all shared in common was volleyball. It was a strong enough connection to get them through the first few stages of friendship until Sawamura found himself at Kuroo and Bokuto’s shared apartment more often than his own dorm.

Once they were all done eating Kuroo stood up and walked down the short hall to a bedroom before coming back with his arms full of blankets. Bokuto had laid down, his head propped up on Sawamura’s thigh and his long legs hitched over the arm of the couch. Kuroo spread a blanket over Bokuto before making him lift his head so he could put a second one over Sawamura. Kuroo then curled up under the blanket with Sawamura, leaching warmth from Sawamura who pressed a lingering kiss to his temple in thanks.

Sawamura carefully ran his fingers through Bokuto’s hair. Between classes, volleyball, and a part time job Bokuto hardly ever had time to see to his hair. He had long since deviated from the spiked horns and for special occasions, or what Bokuto considered special occasions, he did it in a sort of messy pompadour style. Kuroo’s own hair had grown longer throughout the years. It was long enough now to put in a small ponytail at the nap of his neck, though after months of dealing with it falling in his face constantly Kuroo would go have it all cut off.

They had all grown in their own ways over the years. Sawamura and Kuroo wore glasses more often, the latter often times “losing” them after all nighters only to discover they were on top of his head. Bokuto had actually grown taller and they all had bulked out more as they went from growing awkward teenage bodies into adulthood.

“Feeling better?” Kuroo asked as they went onto their third movie of the night. He was absentmindedly tracing the muscles and veins in Sawamura’s hand, carefully running the pads of his fingers over the swollen knuckles on Sawamura’s middle and ring finger.

Sawamura nuzzled Kuroo’s hair in answer, complete contentment making him feel more relaxed than he had in days, perhaps weeks. He knew his previous doubts mostly came from sleep deprivation and hunger. They all had bad days but Sawamura had gotten so used to trudging through his own bad days that he forgot that he had two very willing boyfriends who were more than happy to spend a night in with him. To order pizza from his favorite place even though it’s more expensive and to save him the last orange drink and watch period movies where the subtitles sometimes don’t even make sense. They were willing to do that the same way Sawamura was willing to put off papers to let Bokuto curl up against him in bed, with the blinds closed tight and soft rock music playing from his phone just because Bokuto had a bad day and all he really needs after one is some physical contact. The same way Sawamura ignores Kuroo’s biting remarks when he’s on his third all nighter trying to finish a project that four people were suppose to work on but they all left everything for Kuroo to do. Sawamura would carefully extract Kuroo from his open laptop and multiple books and notes to push him gently towards the bathroom before saving his work. Kuroo would come out almost forty minutes later, looking ashamed and like a wet kitten before Sawamura would help him dry his hair, letting him know silently that it was alright.

Everyone had their bad days.

Sawamura sighed in contentment, letting his heavy eyelids close and thinking about how it wasn’t that bad of a day after all.

#my writing #fanfiction #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #sawamura daichi #Kuroo Tetsurou #Bokuto Koutarou #fluff #domestic

1 note · View note

nyxysabyss · 7 years

Text

Level Horizon; Year Three 9/9; Solicitude & Allayment

Chapter 26!

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. ~Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

Kei Tsukishima is about ninety-eight percent certain that his personal space is about to be breached.

The soft pad of small footsteps behind him has him lifting the quill from the page in front of him with a jerk so he doesn’t leave another stray streak in the ledger like he had three days ago. He can almost count down the moment to impact as the little feet leave the ground and slender wings beat twice. He tenses slightly with a blank scowl the last instant before a small body launches itself across his shoulder, sticky little hands circling his neck. His eye twitches.

Two hours. Why did he even bother bathing?

The last ten days he and the owls and Yamaguchi have spent with Suga’s relatives in Sheru Bay have been nothing if not eventful. Actually, Kei didn’t hate working in the thrush family shop, could see himself getting comfortable there even. Suga’s aunt and uncle had been nothing but the epitome of hospitable and he and the others wanted for nothing.

The family patriarch had offered to let him do the shop books that first day they’d showed up, and Kei had easily stepped into the role every evening following. The rest of the responsibilities around the shop, such as manning the front— which Yamaguchi incidentally loved most, or stocking supplies had been menial chores that Kei couldn’t bring himself to legitimately care about… but crunching the numbers on that ledger every night after they closed for the evening…

It had been centuries since he’d last been through formal schooling, decades since he’d actually applied any of the knowledge, and years of craving pretty much any form of mental exercise. He’d gravitated toward the position with a mortifying amount of enthusiasm, the scratch of the quill against parchment sending little zips of adrenaline through his fingertips and the slightly musty scent that would hit him with the turn of each crisp page a dose of nostalgia.

It’s been centuries since he’s last been through formal schooling, and he’s had no academic challenge since. Picking up that quill and forcing his mind through the numbers and the process of balancing out that day’s transactions… Kei finds it ridiculously cheesy, but it had called to him. Running books for Suga’s relatives, his aunt and uncle spectacular, Kei could honestly see himself content here… if it weren’t for the resident minions.

“Tsukki!” The child squeals in his ear making him flinch, and in a moment, the kid is squirming up his back, a small foot finding a distinctly uncomfortable purchase on the junction where one of his wings meets his shoulder.

“Hello, Taji.” Kei says flatly.

The boy is aptly named; his wings are a lighter silver than Suga’s, but with bright golden eyes and an infinite pit of energy, Kei would almost have to say he’s more like Hinata— or perhaps Noya or Tanaka with how devious he can be. The boy leans forward over his shoulder.

“What’cha doin’?”

Kei stares straight ahead, resisting the urge to frown with sincere annoyance. He doesn’t dare drop the quill back to the page while he’s still afflicted with a diabolical little fledgling barnacle.

“Working.” He says bluntly.

“Can’t you do it later? I wanna play Volley!”

Of course you do.

A lead breath leaves Kei’s lungs and he slowly sets the quill down before turning to eye Taji.

“I’m sure Bokuto will play with you.” He says. The boy’s face slips into a pout.

“Boku and Kaashi aren’t home yet.” He says.

“What about Yamaguchi?” He hears a snort behind him and turns to find the freckled crow leaning in the doorway, grinning like an idiot.

“If I get the ball, will you play?” Taji asks, ignoring his question completely. Yamaguchi raises a brow at him, his eyes creasing as his smile nearly splits his face.

Glad you’re enjoying yourself.

“Half hour.” Kei caves and the kid whoops on his shoulders, nearly wrenching him off his stool.

Taji scrambles off of him, his little wings batting him in the back of the head in his flailing rush. He straightens back up as the kid disappears out the door to retrieve the ball and glares at the crow… who promptly bursts out laughing.

“Nice to know the backup is useless.” He mutters and the crow doubles over with a wheezing ‘Sorry, Tsukki’.

Kei gets to his feet, his knees and spine cracking as he stretches them out, his eyes ruefully sliding toward the ledger one more time. He’ll just have to finish after… probably still with a maniacal waif bouncing in his lap until he falls asleep there.

“He really is like a cat, you know?” Yamaguchi says, still chuckling. “He wants nothing to do with you until you ignore him.” Kei’s brow rises.

The sound of the ball bouncing down the hall curbs his retort, though, and he sets off to find the hurricane of disaster wrapped in a child’s form… but he’s not fast enough. There’s another bounce and then a shatter and Kei’s instantly in the next room, Yamaguchi right behind him. A glass bowl that held floating tealights lies in too many pieces to count beside the shelf it had sat on moments before.

“Taji, what did we say about playing in the house?” He asks, feeling a headache coming on. The boy looks at him apologetically before bending to clean up the mess and Kei once more reacts without thought, his hand snapping out to circle his tiny wrist.

“Ah, don’t touch it.” He says probably more sharply than he means as Yamaguchi bends beside him to start picking up the pieces.

“Go ahead, Tsukki, I got this.” He says with a light smile. The ibis glares at him momentarily before scooping up the ball and tugging Taji along behind him; the freckled crow is well aware he’d have preferred switching the two tasks.

As he leads the boy outside, Kei wonders which deity he’s managed to piss off that the universe has seen fit to fuck with him at this level. It’s always seemed to take great pleasure in ensuring his misery as far as that went, but he’s thoroughly convinced he unintentionally lit some small rodent aflame with an unattended campfire or perhaps accidentally deprived an orphanage of their weekly meal by taking down a deer or something. He’s pretty sure he’s had to have done something inherently depraved enough that the world has taken it upon itself to settle whatever personal vendetta it has with him in particular.

His brow quirks with annoyance. Perhaps the most logical answer is that he was born. It’s always been like this… he imagines it just seems like everything has condensed lately.

Kei isn’t someone who likes excessive human interaction. He doesn’t do physical contact and he doesn’t like kids. How in hell Kuroo had seen fit to place him in a home with children who didn’t know the first thing about boundaries so he could work in a shop that saw an excessive number of people beyond his daily mental limit is the riddle of the century.

They did need someone to manage connections between the groups, but Kuroo could have just as easily asked Ukai to do it as Kei and the others. The first raven had arrived three days after they’d split and two days after the first sentries had shown up. Kuroo had informed them that they had reached Ivoya and would likely split off into two groups shortly, so they were to expect another raven a couple days later.

Except the second raven never came.

Two days turned into four and then a week. Sentries— no more than a unit’s worth ever at a time— had congregated in Sheru Bay, but he and Yamaguchi had remained invisible to them. The two owls had taken some flack, but the crows had backed off when Ukai had casually stepped in and pulled them away in a show of solidarity. But there had been no raven. They’d surmised that Kuroo and the rest of his group must have run into some hassle, and the cat had opted to forgo one rather than put them all at risk in an attempt to get a message out.

It had set them all on edge just the same. Tadashi had paced around the shop, constantly tidying the place despite there being no need. Bokuto had even sulked long enough that Akaashi had offered to teach him some of the more difficult knots… and the streaked owl had actually sat through it. Even Kei’d caught himself stopping by the local aviary multiple times a day to see if anything had come. Yamaguchi had even tried Ukai’s to see if he’d received one directly but there’d been nothing.

And then, two days ago— five days since they were supposed to have received their second raven— there’d been something of a commotion as the sentry unit that had remained in Sheru Bay had condensed in the town square not far from the Sugawara’s shop front. They’d all gathered and taken off without so much as a backward glance or parting word— as if they were in a hurry. They hadn’t given any indication that they were preparing to depart and it had made Kei go cold.

The last forty-eight hours have been agonizing.

The universe is really taking a crack at him this time, because Kei doesn’t care about people. He widely considers roughly ninety-three percent of all individuals beneath his notice, so why Kuroo left him in charge of keeping communication lines open between the three groups, he can’t even scratch the surface of.

Kei doesn’t care about people. Not enough to have been the one making sure they all stayed connected. But the universe is laughing at him, because somehow, by some twisted fuckery, every one of the beach crew have somehow made it into that last seven percent of people he can’t pretend exist in an alternate dimension. Even Feathers, for fuck’s sake.

Kei doesn’t care about people… but he desperately wants them not to be the reason for the sentries’ hasty exit.

Kei doesn’t care about people… and like nothing he’s ever wanted before, Kei wants them all to come back home.

~ ~

Kei knows he’s been out here longer than a half hour— it’s probably much closer to two, actually. The sun is dropping over the trees to the west, but he’s still settled back on his knees, his legs folded and toes supporting and propping him forward just a bit as he tosses the ball to Taji. Yamaguchi had joined them after cleaning up the broken bowl, occasionally chasing a ball that comes off the boy’s arms so Kei doesn’t have to get up.

The kid has decent reflexes and hand-eye coordination, but his ball control is almost nonexistent… although it has gotten better the last week. For only being some five hundred years old, Kei imagines he’s not doing too badly. He bets Feathers would probably make some offhand remark like how he and the other Karasuno unit members were all perfect players and winning matches at that age or something, but the silver haired boy has enough determination that Kei’s pretty sure he could make real progress if he had someone to play with constantly.

“Can we do something else? I’m tired of passing.” Taji says as he bumps the ball back toward him a meter short and Kei catches it off a bounce.

“Passing is the most important part of a game. If your side can’t receive a ball, no one else gets to play.” Kei says with a frown.

Technically not entirely true, since he still played as a blocker regardless of passes… but the first touch on their side anytime a ball made it past him was always critical in determining if they could send it back.

“But it’s boring!” Taji says emphatically, yet brings his hands together just the same when Kei tosses it to him again. An eyebrow arches.

Fair enough.

He played front line pretty much exclusively because Noya always rotated in when he hit back row, and he was middle blocker, so he was virtually never expected to cover hits. He’d gravitated more to the front because of height, but it was also something of a power trip to be able to deny the other team the chance to even get the ball onto their side.

He knew Noya found a similar satisfaction in being able to receive every one of the opposing team’s serves or spikes, but it was probably a bit less malevolent. While Noya might be denying the other team the point, he was also initiating the next play for his own; Kei was barring access completely and shutting the other team down before the ball ever reached the libero. It had never been as reverberatingly gratifying to receive for Kei.

“Okay,” He says with a raised brow, “What kind of hit do you want to do?” Taji puffs up.

“I want to be a setter!” An image of Feathers flashes through his mind and he sours a little.

“Why?”

“Because I want to be just like Uncle Koushi!” Kei blinks at the silver headed boy.

He supposes he should have seen that coming… but his inner critic is kicking in and he has to crush the urge to be petty and correct the boy. Sugawara might have been significantly older than Taji and his little sister, but they were still cousins.

“You will have to talk to him when he gets back. I’m not a setter.” He says.

“Where is he?”

“He’s on a trip.” Yamaguchi says with a fragile smile and the boy looks at him fully.

“I heard Mom say that we don’t know what’s happened to them. Does that mean he’s dead?” Taji asks frankly, the gravity of the question completely lost to the child who likely has no real grasp of something as life-changing as death yet. He’s probably only concerned with whether he’ll have to find someone else to teach him to set.

But Kei sees Tadashi pale slightly, and he has the irrational urge to hurl the ball at Taji’s head for his naive insensitivity; he has to remind himself again that he is just a kid and probably has no idea how his words might affect those of them hanging onto a fractured hope at this point. But the freckled crow’s stricken expression is gone a moment later, even if the deep lines of exhaustion still carve into his face. Yamaguchi smiles mildly.

“I think there’s a chance they are still out there somewhere.” He says and not for the first time Kei is struck by the fond expression his face morphs into, even on the heels of the kid dragging his greatest fears into the open.

And with a measure of awed chagrin he is reminded of his most recent revelation regarding the freckled crow beside him.

Tadashi loves children.

The ibis has no idea how he’d missed it, and in truth, he feels really quite… awful about that. How often had he complained to Yamaguchi about a loud or obnoxious spawn monster? How many times had he drifted to the opposite end of a room from a kid in silent protest of its existence? Is there even a realistic figure for all the times Tadashi had just smiled with that quirky grin and a laugh?

He’s been Kei’s constant companion for centuries, and it is only in the last week where they’ve been in continuous contact with two very small and precocious avians that he’s realized it. And it’s made him feel a horrible gut-churning emotion he’s rarely been subject to in his life… like he’s been the most arrogant self-centered ass for belittling something the crow obviously holds in such high regard.

“Why did they leave?” Taji breaks his depreciating self-reflection and at the slight crease around Yamaguchi’s eyes, Kei is immediately answering for him.

“To escape you.” The boy looks at him and his eyes narrow.

“They did not.” He says.

“Did, too.” He rebuttals just as fast.

Was he really getting into a bickering match with a kid?

“Did not.” Taji says emphatically.

“They told me so.” He says flatly, minorly indulging his deviant impulse to needle the kid.

“Tsukki!” He glances at Yamaguchi with a smirk tugging at his mouth.

“What? It’s true.” He says and the freckled crow’s jaw drops, but Kei can see the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. A flimsy rebuke is coming, he knows, but Tadashi finds his banter entertaining all the same.

“It is not. Don’t listen to him, Taji.” He says turning back to the boy. “Tsukki’s just being obtuse.” Kei feels his jaw drop slightly.

Obtuse? Obtuse.

Well, then.

“Yamaguchi just says that because he wasn’t there.” He says matter of factly, and Taji finds the crow with a frown.

“Were you really not there?” He asks, a bit put out and Kei can’t quite keep the facade in place. He huffs in amusement.

“Nope he wasn’t. You’re pretty gullible, aren’t you?” He asks with a cheeky smirk. “Reminds me of someone else I know… let me think, who was it?” He says tilting his head, the image of Feathers’ leveler popping into his head.

Hinata was tougher to get going now than he had been when Kei had first met him, but he can still get the small spiker to believe some subtantially outlandish things on occasion. He’d even gotten him to ask Suga to pick up a ‘cow’ egg from the market next time the thrush went into Sheru Bay. The silver haired setter had stared at him blankly for several moments while Kei had nearly lost it.

“Hmm. I know. You’re just like—”

“Kuroo.” Yamaguchi says and Kei frowns slightly.

“Eh… not really who I had in mind, but—”

“No, Tsukki! It’s Kuroo!” He says sharply and Kei’s head jerks up at him.

The freckled crow stares beyond the boy, his dark hazel eyes fixed toward the tree line. Kei pushes to his feet, his gaze searching for the black cat, his chest tightening in anxious anticipation.

And there he is.

Half slouched shoulders carried in a sauntering gait, black ears, wild hair with its permanent bedhead effect, the heavy locks that drop across his blind eye, his other gold eye already finding them— it is Kuroo. The cat is alone, which he finds odd, but Yamaguchi is right.

“Tsukki,” he whispers, his voice half choked.

“It’s him, Tadashi.” He says quietly. Yamaguchi sucks in a gasp and turns to him, the exhaustion still etched into his face forgotten.

“They’re back, Tsukki! I have to tell Bokuto and Akaashi! I’m going to the docks!” He yelps, his wings already beating for takeoff.

“Yamaguchi, hold on—”

The freckled crow is nearly out of earshot by the time he gets a word out and Kei doubts he’d hear it even if he weren’t. The stress of the last ten days had been undermined by bone-deep relief; Tadashi was nearly in tears. Kei watches him for a few moments more before looking back at Kuroo who’s making steady progress toward him.

He steps up beside Taji who watches the approaching cat with large golden eyes. He startles slightly and looks up at him when Kei drops a hand on his head. He bends down.

“Hey. Can you take this and go find your mom and dad? Let them know they are back?” He says, handing the ball to the small boy. Taji looks like he wants to argue, but Kei silences him with a look and the young thrush takes the ball with a scowl. As he turns to go inside, the ibis looks up at the cat, the peculiar increase in his pulse making him frown.

“You’re very late.” He says with level boredom, but he’s sure there’s a catch that he didn’t intend that makes it much more severe.

Kuroo stops in front of him with a long look and Kei’s brow furrows as he takes in the black cat. His shoulders sag a bit more than usual, his eyes dull— even the clear one, his ears are flicked backward in a look of distress or discontent, and circles rim the undersides of his eyes. The cat doesn’t just look exhausted, he looks almost broken.

“Oi. I hope you’ve got a half decent reason.” He murmurs when Kuroo doesn’t answer, his heartbeat increasing yet again.

Anger, he realizes with surprise.

“Does being caught up with a snake nest count?” He asks flatly and Kei’s brows rise.

“You never sent another raven. Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been?” He snaps in a low voice, and Kei is instantly trying to reel his temper back in, because this — this scalding emotion burning through his veins— this is neither something he is experienced with nor prepared for.

People were beneath his notice as a general rule, they rarely ever even had the chance of making him this livid. But even as he tries to curb the impulse, he’s stepping forward, his hand closing on Kuroo’s shirt.

“Yamaguchi hasn’t slept in two nights. Bokuto has been massively depressed and it’s seriously terrifying that he’s surrounded by ropes and rigging every day. Akaashi has been sullen and frazzled just trying to cope with his bipolar leveler. Noya and the others have been asking about you when they send ravens, and we’ve had nothing to tell them.” He spits, and hates how it feels like he’s lost all control. The cat stares at him with an even, unblinking gaze.

“And you, blondy?” He asks, and Kei loses his hold on his temper like he hasn’t legitimately done in centuries.

“I’m fucking pissed.” He growls into the cat’s face.

No.

No, no, no. He really needs to get things back under control. He needs to slow his breathing and pulse, needs to release Kuroo’s shirt. He doesn’t get angry— just like he doesn’t care.

The cat watches him with a decidedly lacking expression, a brow creeping up his forehead.

“This I can see.” He murmurs and despite the cat’s overall lackluster demeanor, the response is so Kuroo that Kei loses all train of thought.

He does let go of Kuroo’s shirt. But that arm cocks back and flys forward to connect solidly with the black cat’s jaw amid a fuzzy white blanketing feeling in his mind. And before he can process it, words are falling from his mouth as Kuroo stumbles, sharp and accusing.

“Now you can feel it.”

He stares down the black cat as he straightens back up, the slightest huff of appreciative amusement whispering from his lungs. Kei expects to be defending himself from a retaliation; he did, after all, just punch Kuroo. But the cat just looks back at him with a bizarre apathy that is reminiscent of Kenma.

“Do you feel better?” He asks and Kei’s rationality slides a little more.

He just hit this damned furball; the cat should be far more upset. And Kei has the completely juvenile urge to bring that fury to the surface, do whatever he can to make the cat every bit as irate as he is himself. Kei is used to shutting people down with a handful of words, but this is the first time he’s spoken with the intention of getting a rise. Needs to get that reaction, because he’s honestly thrown off by the cat’s lack.

“I will fucking skin you, you bastard.” He sneers and the cat… nods?

“You’re within your rights to be upset. I know better than most anyone how stressful it is to care about someone enough that you fear you might lose them.” He says with a frown and Kei glares at him.

“Bull. If that were true, you wouldn’t have put everyone through that.” He says icily and the cat draws in a heavy breath and releases it in a sigh that leaves him entirely unsure, his anger losing steam.

“You’re right, Tsukki. I should have kept up, no matter the circumstance. I should have done things differently, should have made other choices. I failed and for that, I’m sorry.”

The use of Yamaguchi’s familiar for his name is distracting as hell, and the frank acknowledgement of his negligence leaves Kei feeling as if he’s had his feet cut out from under him. The cat nods once and moves to step around him, but the ibis is still struggling to rationalize his sudden compliance and his hand shoots out and grabs Kuroo’s shoulder.

“What the hell. You apologize and that’s supposed to be it?” He asks and the cat takes a gentle, but firm hold of his hand and removes it, another soft exhale leaving his lungs.

“Go home, Tsukki. The others should be getting there about now. I have to talk to Sugawara’s relatives a moment, but I’ll send the raven for Noya and the others, so go ahead.” He says, ignoring Kei’s question and he frowns darkly.

“I’m not finished, Cat.” He barks shrugging away his grasp on his arm.

“Well I am, Tsukki.” Kuroo says with a heavy cutting tone, turning a cold look on him.

Kei pulls up short, because while Kuroo can get brisk and even annoyed, he doesn’t issue unspoken and indirect orders like this… because that is what that was— an order to drop it. And he’s never had an expression so tortured and devoid of warmth.

“I’ve been through enough hell the past three days to last me a lifetime, and more than enough to ignite an eternal guilt in my soul anytime I remember it without you busting my balls even further. Go home, Tsukki.” He says flatly and turns away from him once more, just as Taji bursts back out the door.

Kei watches as Kuroo easily scoops him up without a word and meets the boy’s parents at the door with a nod. Kei knows the black cat is much more like him and not generally comfortable around kids, but he holds the boy with such careful fondness— as if he’s terrified the child might break, but unable to bear the thought— that it flips a switch in Kei’s head.

Something happened.

The others should be getting there about now. Kuroo hadn’t said who.

And in an instant, dread is curling in Kei’s gut. His limbs react on impulse despite how his mind feels like it just plunged five meters under water. He spins, his wings jerkily snapping him into the air, the feathers splayed wide with each stroke to gain as much traction against the air as possible in a bid to reach top speed in record time. He’s barely cleared the trees at the edge of town in his rush, his mind spinning.

Kei didn’t care about people. He didn’t. But…

I’ve been through enough hell the past three days to last me a lifetime.

As he drops across the sand that stretches out between himself and the home he hasn’t been to in ten days, his wings are starting to lose feeling from the way he strains them.

Kei didn’t care about people.

I know better than most anyone how stressful it is to care about someone enough that you fear you might lose them.

As the net and top of the house come into view, the ibis grits his teeth with a scoff.

Kei didn’t care about people… but hell if he wasn’t damn invested in everyone’s wellbeing.

As he drops on the sand outside, he’s met with an odd stillness and he pulls in a breath trying to stabilize his erratic pulse. There’s a wagon out front that he’s never seen before, but there’s no one around and no horses that are normally used to pull that type of cart. A mound of blankets sits in the box, dusty and disturbed, and his ears almost feel as if they are muting over before a soft sound from inside draws his attention. The front door opens and an orange head of hair he knows all too well steps through, his attention focused behind him.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just going to check on them.” He says quietly to someone behind him and a small breath escapes the ibis.

If Hinata was fine, so was Feathers. And ‘them’ implied the others were still here, right? The redhead lets the door close with care, the action far more subdued for someone like the small spiker who occasionally rivaled Noya and Tanaka on volume level. When he turns around, he freezes at the sight of Kei, and the blond is struck by the way he looks haggard just like Kuroo had. He stands at the top of the steps for several moments before pulling in a little breath and drawing himself up as if bracing for a coming impact. He steps off the porch, padding right up in front of the ibis. His nervousness is blatantly obvious and his silence is rapidly putting Kei back on edge.

“Hey, Tsukki.” He murmurs quietly and Kei blinks.

Really? The shrimp, too? Did he look like some pitifully miserable moron who needed to be coddled with some ridiculous pet name or something? What exactly was he doing wrong in projecting his dislike of that sobriquet?

Kei ignores the way it irks him coming from the redhead. Right now, the other boy’s subdued attitude is grating on his stability; what he really wants to know…

“What happened, Hinata.” He says, his voice keeping impressively level for how very off balance he feels after the barrage of emotions he’s gone through in the last fifteen minutes. The redhead’s almond eyes avert and he looks at the ground, his bottom lip catching in his teeth.

“Ano…” he says softly, “there’s something you should probably know.”

What? What should I know? Don’t just say something as useless as that, idiot.

The redhead reaches forward tentatively and catches his wrist, a completely baffling action. He tugs on it, beckoning him forward after him, but refusing to meet his gaze. The dread is back as he trails after the redhead, his gaze straying to the front door as Kageyama steps through it. The avian heir’s expression is devoid of pretty much all emotion, his eyes sunken with fatigue like Hinata’s, his complexion pale.

God dammit, what the hell happened?

“Eto… I know you won’t like it,” Hinata says softly, “I mean, I know you don’t like kids, but…” Kei’s brow furrows in complete bewilderment.

Eh…kids? What…

What did that have to do with the sun or tides or anything? And why is Kageyama watching him with such a tired expression? That damn crow had a permanent scowl affixed to his face and it’s fucking missing, and nothing makes any sense.

What is going on?

A shrill giggle echoes from around the house and he hears the gruff voice of Tanaka.

“Oi, don’t just jump like that! I’m not observant enough to notice all your obliviously suicidal ideas before you initiate them.” The bald crow grouses. Kei blinks and the redhead pauses and turns back to him with a determined look.

“I know you don’t like kids, but you can’t kill this one.” He says releasing him as Tanaka rounds the corner, trailed by a pair of sweaty horses from the reins in one hand, a bundle of squirming child under the other arm.

“Oh, Tsukishima. Good to see you, Blondy. Oi, Natsu. We have company.” He says with a nod in his direction and promptly sets the kid back on her feet.

The first thing Kei notices are her wings. They are in pitiful condition, the feathers having been hacked down to the embedded quills; she can probably fly as well as any of the cats… or Hinata or a bald winged Feathers. The next thing he notices is the orange hair, a direct match to the shrimp’s. The kid stares at him for several moments before she pads over cautiously to the small spiker, her brow furrowing just a bit.

“Kiyès sa?” She says and Kei’s head tilts in bafflement as Hinata turns to her with a frown.

“Eh… sorry, what?” He asks apologetically. The little girl points at him.

“Non?” She asks and Hinata’s face smooths out.

A foreign language?

“Oh! This is Tsukishima. He’s an ibis.” He says easily before turning toward him with an unnerving amount of excitement that makes him look quite demented with his pallid appearance. “Tsukishima, this is my sister, Natsu.” Kei frowns, barely able to believe what he’s hearing.

“Sister?” He echoes.

“Yep, we stumbled across her by pure chance.”

“What happened to her wings?” He asks, unable to stop himself and the kid frowns up at him.

“Pi bon pase ou genyen. Blan zèl pa bèl.” She mumbles.

“Natsu!” Hinata says with an embarrassed frown.

“What’d she say?” Kageyama asks, a small smile tugging on his mouth— and Kei turns to look at the redhead, because he’s curious, too.

“Eh— it’s probably not something I should repeat.” The bald crow smirks.

“That probably means it was something hilarious. Come on.” The redhead peeks up at him uncertainly.

“She um… I think she said she’d rather have her wings than yours.” Kei deadpans as Tanaka laughs.

Not killing this kid is already going to be a challenge, he can tell.

“Well as much fun as it might be to sit back and watch her make an ass out of you, we have to figure out what we are going to do with these guys.” The bald crow says around his mirth, a thumb jerking toward the horses that he’s just brought back from getting a drink at the stream.

“Any ideas, Hinata?” When the redhead bounces over to Tanaka, his little mimic following after him, Kei has to marvel at how easily the boy is distracted.

“What about Takeda’s place where we play in the winter…” He says easily and Kei glances over at Feathers, an eyebrow creeping up his forehead.

“So… Kuroo was unusually moody over having adopted some random kid? Because between you and me, Crow Prince, that’s a pretty weak argument.” There’s the slightest irritation in Kageyama’s glance, but the avian heir’s normal aggression is markedly absent.

“Natsu is Hinata’s sister. But she isn’t the reason Kuroo’s so cross. We um… we almost didn’t make it.” He says and Kei briefly wonders if he’s stepped into an alternate dimension, because Feathers talking to him in any kind of civil manner is unheard of.

The crow princeling nods at him and holds the door on the porch open in invitation. The personality swings of the black-haired crow and his leveler are unnerving and Kei immediately casts about for anything that might seem out of place as he warily starts for the porch. Kuroo was the one who stopped into town, so Kenma must also be fine, but… he hasn’t seen Sugawara and Sawamura.

“We got caught in a snake nest.” Feathers says quietly, breaking his thoughts. “It’s a miracle we’re alive. Still,” He murmurs, leading the way inside with a frown of torment, “We almost lost them.” He finishes with a nod.

And as Kei steps through the door, he’s met with a sight he isn’t prepared for. The golden cat is lightly draping a blanket across Suga and Daichi, both sleeping soundly… but the thrush is ghostly pale and his wings glow brightly.

Meaning he’s injured.

“It’s um, not just when wings are hurt that they light up. No matter where, if the injury is bad enough, they glow anyway. We… didn’t think Suga would make it.” Kageyama murmurs at his shoulder. “He’s still not ‘fine’ exactly, but Kuroo refused to let us stay in one place too long. The snakes are moving around right now— the nest we were in? Kuroo said it was toppled. I’m not positive how he did it, but I have a hunch. The sentries disappeared from the area didn’t they?”

Kei glances at him sharply before nodding once.

“Thought so. Kuroo took drastic risks to save our lives. And even then, we were pretty sure we were going to be bringing them home in shrouds. Daichi’s probably going to have wings like mine when he molts next fall.” He says, watching the sleeping level pair with a troubled gaze. That distress irritates Kei, even as his gaze slides to the avian prince’s white tipped feathers.

“I suppose I should be impressed you all came back then. Plus one even.” He drawls and cobalt eyes flash his way with a touch of annoyance, but there’s… amusement there, too.

“That is its own story.” He murmurs with a smirk before watching Kenma pull out more bedding. “Heh, we have a new level pair.” Kei jerks slightly.

“Level Pair? Tanaka and…?” Kageyama’s smirk widens just a bit.

“Yeah, took us off guard, too.”

“How did they figure this out?” The crow prince shrugs.

“I don’t think they realize it yet. They’re probably the only two that have slept since we left the nest. Tanaka caught a bolt in his wing and Natsu… well, she’s been pinioned, so they both glow.” Kei’s mouth drops, the revelation of the bald crow and the kid being levelers neatly pushed aside.

“Pinioned? What the fuck.” He mutters.

“She’s been a captive in the snake nest for centuries; Suga didn’t think she’s ever flown. She seems normal for the most part, but… she does things sometimes.” He says, his gaze dropping into a steep frown. “Like she literally clung to Tanaka for over a day after we got her out. Or you raise a hand to scratch your head or something and she’ll flinch. You won’t hear it so much around Shouyou or Tanaka, but if she says ‘regrèt’, it means ‘sorry’. It’s her automatic response if you’ve startled her or something.

“As far as we can tell, they never did anything more permanent other than the pinioning, but you don’t need to physically injure to cause pain. You asked about her wings. We were guessing that was how they would punish her when she did something ‘wrong’, because they weren’t like that even a week ago. That kid might, um— might have more baggage than any of the rest of us. I’ve never… been more grateful that Momma Yu brought Shouyou back to the rookery when she found him.” He says and Kei stares at him.

The door clacks open and Natsu bounces inside, quickly followed by her brother and her… leveler. The very idea strikes him as nothing but bizarre.

Why, yes, Kei, had in fact, wanted his world flipped upside down. This is going to take some getting used to.

“What about Noya? We could—”

“If you guys are going to be loud, go back outside. You will wake them.” Kenma cuts the redhead off with a flat look and he slaps his hand over his mouth with wide yes.

Kageyama drifts toward his leveler and Kei finds himself evaluating the interactions between the girl child and bald crow. They are uncannily familiar with each other to the point that Kei can almost see the comfort the other’s presence brings even if every touch or word is nothing but platonic.

He frowns slightly and slips back out the door, silence and solitude his only desire. Feeling rather wrung out, he leans against the railing, his gaze watching the red light from the setting sun break across the waves of the ocean.

The universe must really be laughing, he muses sardonically. It’s always been like this, though. Ever since he was little, it’s been fucking with him, but this… this somehow seems to take the cake.

Yamaguchi isn’t his leveler.

He’s found no one else on the planet he could ever tolerate like he did the freckled crow— no one else he wanted to. There is nobody whose company he prefers more, no one he’d sacrifice as much for. There’s no one he cares about as much as he does Yamaguchi… but they aren’t levelers.

He’s been with the crow for centuries and neither of them have ever glowed with their injuries. Yamaguchi had even sprained his wing literally days before meeting the cats and freak pair, so they’d had a perfect opportunity to test it out… but there had been nothing. No freaky glowing like Kageyama and Hinata. Tadashi had never said a word, but Kei was all but positive that knowledge had put him out for weeks.

“Hey.”

Kei blinks and looks down to find the golden cat just off his elbow with a luminous look full of study.

“Kenma.”

“It’s a lot, huh.” He says and Kei has the presence of mind to recognize that the socially stunted cat is attempting to start a conversation. Which means he has something to say. Kei isn’t sure he cares at the moment… but indulges the cat and offers a response all the same.

“We were all waiting wondering what happened to you guys.” Kenma looks blandly toward the waves.

“We were caught in the middle of a figurative typhoon. The last week has been pretty tough.” He murmurs and a spark of ire hits Kei’s gut again.

“You mean to say that at no point, you had even a couple moments to send a raven stating that you were at least still alive?” The cat looks back at him with a minimal frown.

“So much happened that things fell through the cracks. Tsukishima, can I ask you for something?” Kenma says, his head tilting and brows furrowing. The golden cat rarely speaks to him at all, and Kei watches him with wary curiosity despite the well-practiced look of disinterest on his face. The small feline seems to take it as an invitation.

“Go easy on your ribbing for a couple weeks… at least for Shouyou and Kuroo. The others will probably hold up fine, but those two are fragile at the moment.” Surprise flits through his expression for just an instant before a disparaging smirk tugs at his mouth.

“Fragile my pinfeathers.” He mutters but the cat shakes his head once.

“Shouyou is struggling to reconcile two very harsh realities that one hopes they never have to. Trading one life for another— especially when you consider them equally important or nearly so— is something that can destroy you. And when you take a life for the first time, even if you survive, there’s a part of you that still dies. Shouyou has yet to come to terms with things that happened at the nest, and nearly losing the thrush and crow— the leadership backbone of their former unit, has only exacerbated it. He’s nearly been through two breakdowns already… Shouyou is indeed fragile right now.” The cat says quietly and the ibis is quietly stunned for the— how many times has he been off balance today?

Hinata killed people? Kei frowns in consideration before his umber eyes slide back to the small cat’s intent golden orbs.

“And our rabid furball commander?” He drawls and Kenma looks away.

“You might want to watch your remarks for you own safety. It’s been years since he was last like this, but you’re just as likely to lose teeth as you are to see him falter under pressure if you harass him. Kuroo is the kind of person who, no matter the mistakes anyone else might have made, he will never blame anyone but himself for anything that goes wrong.”

“That’s a stupid mentality. You can’t keep idiots from being idiots.”

“But you can still protect them.” Kei’s frown deepens despite the cat’s amusing lack of contention on the ‘idiot’ point.

“Not always.”

“You’re more right than you will ever know, Tsukishima, no matter how Kuroo might try to prove you wrong.” He says, leaning onto the railing beside him.

“We used to have a large clan, Kuroo and I. Centuries ago, but there were almost twenty of us at one point. There’s only he and I left, so I’ll let you draw your conclusions. The last time I saw Kuroo like this, we’d just lost two people, a level pair, our last two besides ourselves. The time before that was when he lost that eye, but the injury was hardly the reason. I’d have been unreachable and untraceable once I’d been put on a boat bound for the continent; he’d have never seen me again.

“Kuroo doesn’t handle loss or even the threat of it. He spirals— and that makes him volatile. And he knows that. But no matter the mental risk, he always shoulders it because he can’t not care. I chose to be his leveler and grounding point— his one constant, because no matter how it hurts, he readily opens himself back up to that inevitable pain. And for that, I could never call him a coward. I love Kuroo because he can’t be anything but who he is and at his core, he cares about others ever before himself.

“But he’s like everyone else. He’s not invincible and he isn’t immune to despair. He must be approached with the same respect and regard as everyone else and I will safeguard his sanity to the very best of my ability. If you can’t curb your barbs at least for a short while, I will resort to other means to see you do for the sake of all involved.” The golden cat says with a small smile and nods toward the east.

Kei follows his gaze up the beach warily, Kenma’s threat ringing with disconcerting clarity in his head on the heels of a lecture that is more than Kei’s heard him speak in the last three years combined. And against the red sky, he catches sight of incoming shapes— three.

Yamaguchi and the owls.

Kenma turns to leave but pauses a moment.

“I hope you consider it at least. You would be afforded the same courtesy.” He murmurs, the smile still there, honest and benign.

The cat hadn’t meant to alarm him in any way; he’d merely intended to inform him. Which somehow makes his threat that much more unsettling. Kei watches the cat step back inside silently, his mind clicking through his words.

The ibis doesn’t go back inside the rest of the evening. Not to join Yamaguchi in reassuring himself that everyone really is all back and okay. Not when Bokuto and Akaashi freak the crap out of Natsu until Tanaka and Hinata calm her down. Not when their last six members finally show up as the sun is dropping behind the ocean horizon. Not when Asahi has to restrain Noya from irately picking a fight with Kuroo for having not been with the rest of the Karasuno group when they needed help, for letting Suga get so injured. Not when Hinata exuberantly tells his brother and anyone who will listen about how Sugawara let slip the real nature of his and Daichi’s relationship. Not to join the others in scoping out places to sleep around the injured thrush and his crow leveler as night begins falling in earnest.

When the freckled crow finds him still on the porch as night is dropping into deeper blackness, his face pulled into a tired but happy smile, Kei’s face set into an unreadable mask.

“If we don’t go get a place soon, we might be sleeping out here.” He says, the tension of the last ten days gone from his shoulders, mild content present in all of his features. The crow is truly happy here, surrounded by these people… and Kei can’t fault him for it.

“Yamaguchi.”

“What’s up, Tsukki?”

“What do you think about taking that trip to the mountains after the first frost?” He asks, his voice quiet. The crow’s hazel eyes leap to his face, surprise zipping through their shadows. Kei looks back at him, open and honest, waiting only for the freckled crow to give the word. A small smile settles across his mouth, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a bit.

“I’d like that.”

Honestly, he’d almost suggested it last fall, but Kuroo had mentioned the snakes moving around, and he’d discarded it for another time… but if he keeps putting it off, it will never come to pass. And it was something Yamaguchi had asked for, a soft smile on his face at the time not unlike the one he wears now. Except the one that stretches his mouth now is better… there is no wistful hope, just mild happiness accented with a slight darkening in his cheeks. Kei wishes he’d look like this more often.

I love Kuroo because he can’t be anything but who he is.

Kei doesn’t know what love is.

He’s felt nothing in his life that was so definitively profound that he could have termed it ‘love’. He’s had no groundbreaking moment of realization or a point where everything was somehow different. He is sure he was loved… his parents had told him often enough when he was very small, and his memories of them are colored with nothing but warmth and concern. He’s sure his brother probably loves him as well, although he hasn’t seen him in centuries so that may have changed. But Akiteru had also showered him with quiet affection, had radiated pride at being his brother, and had likewise sought to shelter him from the world. The big common takeaway that he gets from those relationships is, at its root, the desire to keep someone else safe.

But one can desire to protect something for ulterior reasons— even possessiveness for completely selfish motives could be skewed to fit that bill. He turns back toward the beach, his umber gaze seeking out Yamaguchi.

If there is one thing he’d want to protect, it would be the freckled crow.

He’s quiet and kind, brilliantly smart, loyal to a fault, and he adores kids. He likes the strangest foods— seriously, soggy potatoes, really? He enjoys sleeping in and he hates earthquakes as the tremor three days ago had reminded him so well; the crow had nearly had a panic attack.

Yamaguchi is shy, often hanging back as a wall flower, but Kei has seen a quiet strength within him, feels it slip to the surface on occasion. He’s frequently timid, but every blue moon or so, he will actually rise against Kei, himself.

It had even happened in the last year.

Kei had toyed briefly with the idea of seeing if a leveler bond could be completed between a cat and avian after learning of the thread between himself and Kuroo, if for no other reason than in the spirit of discovery. The cat was, at the very least tolerable, and Kei had imagined it might not be hell to be tied to him for the rest of his life, but when he’d idly voiced the thought to Yamaguchi, the crow had gone dead still before rising to his feet, his entire frame rigid. The freckled crow hadn’t been able to meet his gaze at first, but his voice had escaped in an icy candor.

“Why would you destroy two people like that?” He’d asked and it had definitely caught Kei off guard.

“It wasn’t a serious idea—”

“Then why even consider it? You have to be either stupid or blind to not see how much Kuroo and Kenma care about each other. They are all but levelers already, they live for each other. You would come between them on the whim of curiosity?”

The crow’s snapping eyes had jerked up to his with a fierce glare. Kei himself had been quietly stunned to see the meek crow standing over him, his wings agitated into a threatening display. His mind had told him to backtrack, because this was something the crow legitimately felt strongly about, but his mouth had already been running.

“Stupid, Yamaguchi? You’re completely overreacting; it’s not a big deal.” Kei had said dismissively. The crow’s face had smoothed into incredulity.

“Not a big deal.” He’d echoed in a dead voice and he’d looked away with a scoff and a pained grin that had left Kei’s chest feeling somehow tight, and he’d wanted to do something he’d never had the urge to before, and take the words back.

“That’s right,” Yamaguchi had continued, his hands fisting, “I forget, other people don’t matter to you, their lives are merely a passing notion. My mistake, I’ll remember next time.” He’d said stiffly and stalked off, leaving Kei absolutely steeped in suffocating emotions that had made him want to crawl into a hole somewhere and sleep for the next hundred years while that confrontation blew over.

Yamaguchi had been wrong.

While most people don’t matter to him— a number he is grudgingly being forced to admit isn’t quite as large as it was three years ago, there is one person who matters more than any other.

Kei doesn’t know what love is.

Because if love is the desire to protect something, then he doesn’t feel love. Wanting to keep Yamaguchi safe...that’s just a symptom— a side effect— of the underlying feeling at its center.

If Kei has his way, Yamaguchi will never again wear an expression like the one he’d put on his face that day. If Kei has his way, Yamaguchi will never again feel the emotions that generated it. Kei doesn’t just want to protect the crow, Kei would see him content.

And fate and leveler bonds can burn in hell. There is no one else he would want to face the future with.

Level Pair ; Chapter 1; Chapter 25; Chapter 27

A/N: Ahhh... year three arc concluded- and on a LONG chapter at that (almost 9000 words, goodbye 100k word milestone). I thought about splitting it, but eh, have a bit of emotionally invested Tsukki with your sigh of relief.

None of you would know this, but in every novel I haven't taken to a publisher (all of them, lol), one of my big pivotal characters always ends up biting it. I have a penchant for killing AT LEAST one high impact character and I SERIOUSLY almost killed those two... but that they are a significant part of the Karasuno team in the series, and it felt wrong to kill them off before they'd even graduated after winning nationals

Well, I am going to go for some ice cream after this one. Have a wonderful evening, guys!

#level pair #level horizon #haikyuu!!#kei tsukishima #tsukkiyama #kuroo tetsurou #kagehina #Daisuga #fanfiction #LONG POST #you can all sleep easy again for the night

28 notes · View notes