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Caught

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Note: OC x Character pairing (third wheels are no fun)

Timeline: Timeskip

Dashing past her best friend with a dramatic gasp. She ran and threw herself onto the giant plush. Y/n couldn’t help but squeal in delight. It wasn’t every day you saw a 5’ (152cm) Pikachu.

“I want it!” She cried out, snuggling into the bright yellow stuffed toy.

Checking the price tag, Jules grimaced. “Guess.”

Y/n pouted at her, refusing to meet her gaze. “Don’t wanna.”

Shaking her head, her dark blue locks fanned around her face. “Come on,” Jules prompted, “let’s take some pictures and show the boys what you want for your birthday.”

Her e/c orbs lit up as a giant grin grew across Y/n’s face. Nodding enthusiastically, the two women posed for pictures with the enormous Pikachu. Y/n didn’t actually believe the boys would buy her such an expensive gift, but Jules knew otherwise. The bluenette knew Kenma was head over heels for her best friend.

“What are we here for anyhow?” Jules questioned after they had taken sufficient selfies.

Y/n shrugged, “just wanted to check it out. Never been in a Pokécenter before.”

“Fair enough,” picking up a random toy, Jules inspected it from different angles. “I don’t even know what these things are.”

Inspecting what her friend held, Y/n quickly informed her, “those are pokéballs. It’s what you use to catch Pokémon.”

“Oh, that’s right,” she tittered hesitantly, “it’s been so long since I’ve played one of the games, I forgot what they looked like.” Tossing it at Y/n, Jules shouted, “I choose you!”

Y/n snorted, “you are supposed to say that after you catch the Pokémon.” Her e/c eyes widened. “THAT’S IT! OH MY GOSH! YOU. ARE. A. GENIUS!”

“Obviously,” Jules flipped her short sapphire hair with faux swagger, “any particular reason this time?”

The only response she got was a wicked grin.

Entering Kenma’s apartment, each woman carried shopping bags from various stores. After letting them in, Kuroo reached to grab some from each lady.

“What have you two been buying?” The raven tried to peak in, but Jules jabbed a playful elbow into his side. “Ouch, hey, be nice to me. I didn’t have to let you in.”

Y/n locked on his feline eyes with a blank face, “I have my own key.”

“Yeah,” Kuroo whined, “but I was being nice by opening the door and she’s beating me up!”

Jules dropped her bags on Kenma’s couch and pouted up at the much taller man. “Awh, my poor baby,” she cooed rubbing his arms affectionately.

Muttering, “gross,” Y/n went to the kitchen to unload the purchased food and avoid the intimate scene.

A few moments later, the couple followed swinging their arms between them. Kuroo headed straight to the fridge dragging Jules behind him. An awed gasp broke the silence. The raven turned to stare at the two females.

His golden eyes widened, pointing to the interior of the refrigerator. “There’s food in there,” his voice reverent.

Y/n snorted as Jules giggled. “Can’t have him ordering in all the time. He’ll get even skinnier.”

“Oya?” A smirk broke across Kuroo’s face, “you gonna cook for him, Y/n? How very domestic of you.”

“They say food is the way to a man’s heart,” remarked Jules copying Kuroo’s expression.

“Gross.”

Heads turned to the kitchen entryway. Kenma scuffed across the room, coming up next to Y/n and peering into the bags she had yet to open.

“What’s gross, Kenma?” Kuroo leant into his friend’s space.

The YouTuber pushed his face back, “you two. Can’t do anything without making heart eyes at each other.”

Kuroo’s smirk sharpened, a wicked grin in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but an annoyed glare cut him off. The tall raven simply laughed.

“Feel like anything specific for dinner?” Y/n studied Kenma.

He simply shrugged, “I’ll eat whatever you make.”

Y/n frowned, “you say that every weekend. We’re invading your home, Kenma, you should demand something in return. Even if it’s just a certain meal.”

“Your company is enough, Y/n,” a soft smile appeared on Kenma’s face, “it helps to diminish his.” He shot a stank face at his best friend who in turn looked scandalized.

Kuroo threw his hands in the air, stomping out of the kitchen. “Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me.”

The three laughed at his dramatics. Y/n waved off Jules to follow the raven. She’d hopefully curtail the emotional damage to his psyche. Or distract him long enough for dinner to get fixed. It wasn’t that Kuroo was bad in the kitchen, he just couldn’t leave Kenma alone. Things would quickly escalate into a cat fight brawl. Better to separate them when knives were involved.

It wasn’t long before the friends sat down to eat. Each telling exaggerated stories of their work week. Unfortunately, it ended quickly as Kenma had a 24-hour charity stream planned that night/following day.

This time he was playing the new Pokémon game, all profits donated to the local children’s hospital. Kuroo, Jules and Y/n each taking turns monitoring chat and mentioning the ridiculous nicknames Kodzuken’s fans requested for Kenma’s Pokémon. Since it wasn’t the most interactive game, he let his viewers decide. Which starter, the Pokémon he caught, what he named them, what his character wore. Poor trainer being an amalgamation of different demands.

Yawning, Y/n snuggled deeper into the beanbag beside Kenma. He eyed her relaxed form beside him. Hoping the viewers couldn’t detect the faint blush heating his cheeks in the dim lighting.

“You’re supposed to be keeping me awake, you know,” Kenma nudged her with his elbow. “I pay you to moderate, not nap.”

Y/n snorted shooting him a glare. “You’re not paying me anything, Ken,” she grumbled.

Stretching her legs out, she glanced at the time. Kenma was a little more than halfway through the stream. The viewer count has died down, but he still had a few thousand fans online. Bored of the chat’s meaningless conversation about Kodzuken’s luscious locks, Y/n decided it was time to shake things up.

“Think you’ll survive without me for a bit?”

Pushing stray hairs behind his ear, Kenma turned to her. “Restroom?” She nodded. “Grab me some leftovers?”

“Sure. Need a drink?”

“I think I’m good for now. I’ll take a break after I beat this gym.”

Exiting Kodzuken’s “office,” Y/n snuck into the spare bedroom. “You two better be dressed,” she muttered to the two forms tangled on the bed.

“Butt naked,” came Kuroo’s groggy rumble.

“Nice, Kenma’s fans will love that,” she snickered bouncing onto the bed to poke Jules’ leg.

Aquamarine irises glowed over Kuroo’s shoulder. “Is it time to catch a Kenma?”

Giggling, a wicked grin spreading across her face, Y/n repeated, “time to catch a Kenma.”

Kenma paid no mind to the door opening. Y/n had said she’d be right back. It wasn’t until something soft bounced off his shoulder and rolled into his lap that he blinked. Confused brows furrowed; he lifted the object to inspect it. However, as his golden eyes widened in recognition, he was pelted with a dozen more off the same object. Dropping the controller in his lap, Kenma covered his face with his arms.

“A wild Kenma!”

“Catch him!”

“Pokéball go!”

Kuroo, Jules and Y/n dove for the plush pokéballs rolling away from Kenma. Tossing them over and over at the hunched YouTuber. The chat had erupted at the chaos.

Y/n launched herself at Kenma, wrapping her arms around his protective stance. “Caught you!”

Kuroo and Jules fell onto the spare beanbag, the bluenette trying to hush the hyena laugh.

Picking up a pokéball, Y/n left an arm around Kenma and turned to his camera. “We’ve got over a dozen of these beauties here. Kodzuken’s highest donors will each receive a signed pokéball!”

Immediately, the movement on funds for the local children’s hospital skyrocketed. The chat started moving faster than the four could read. Within 10 minutes, Kodzuken was closer to his goal than the last 12 hours combined. Fans really thirsted for anything the pretty YouTuber touched.

Awed at the effect the little prank caused, Y/n sat in wonderment not realizing she was still embracing her friend. It wasn’t until an arm slid around her waist that she jumped. The movement helping Kenma pull her into his lap. Y/n squirmed, flustered at his bold actions.

“Oya?”

Kenma shot a glare at the matching shit eating grins Kuroo, and Jules displayed. “Get out.”

Kuroo held his palms out defensively, the smirk never leaving his face. “Okay, okay,” he stood tugging Jules with him, “we know we’re not wanted. Leave you two lovebirds with your audience.”

The comment only fueled the fire Y/n felt heating her cheeks. She tried to slide to the side only to be kept in place by Kenma. Feeling her palms sweat, she wiped the on her pants.

“Seems like I caught you,” Kenma’s hot breath tickled her ear.

“You, uh, you can let go now.”

He hummed. “Nope, don’t think I will.” His arms around her tightened. “I’d been trying to think of an excuse to have you close and you gave me one.”

“I’ve been beside you for hours.”

“Y/n,” loosened his hold to turn her towards him. He wanted to see her eyes. Kenma glanced once towards the camera that was recording. “Just a second guys. I think I’m going to take a break now instead of at the gym.”

The chat protested, wanting to see what Kenma wanted to keep personal. Ignoring the messages, he turned off his camera and displayed his break time screensaver. All while keeping one arm wrapped around Y/n.

When he turned back to her, his eyes were closed. Opening them after taking a shaky breath, Kenma slowly surveyed the woman beside him. He had no idea what to say. He wasn’t the most eloquent with words to begin with but how exactly does one confess to their best friend?

Meeting the beautiful e/c irises he’d come to love; he saw his reflection in her orbs. Y/n tilted her head to the side, fidgeting. Chewing her bottom lip, she kept glancing between Kenma’s eyes and everywhere else in the room. Seeing she was just as nervous as he was, it soothed him. The hand on her waist slid around to lace their quivering fingers together. He needed her to want to stay, not feel forced to with his arms trapping her.

“I’m going to keep this simple,” Kenma gulped, “uh, simple.” Intense, but soft longing eye contact between them. Neither glanced away now. “Be my girlfriend, Y/n.”

She blinked a few times.

He held his breath.

A brilliant smile split across her face.

Jules’ phone vibrated on her nightstand. She and Tetsu had recently flopped onto their bed after the small birthday party they had held for Y/n with some close friends at Kenma’s. The message was from the aforementioned male. Curious, since he rarely sent her anything, she opened the text.

Gasping for breath, the bluenette wheezed smacking her lover for his attention. Kuroo leant over her shoulder. Jules shoved him away when his barking laugh almost spit her eardrums. The couple collapsed in laughter, staring at the image Kenma had sent. Below the picture, he had written one sentence.

“Ah, yes. Me, my girlfriend, and her 5’ (152cm) Pikachu.”

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spencerrxids · 2 years

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a serotonin fact

moonlight ( chapter 5 )

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series summary : in which izumi akari was supposed to be the star player in women’s volleyball history. she was a prodigy. she had her future set in the stone or so she thought. the once player from kitagawa daiichi ended up being a manager for the team she have found family in, karasuno. just when she thought her story was ending, a certain orange-haired boy appears along with a very familiar face as the new addition to the team. or in which akari meet faces that once was a part of her past along with the ones that would become a part of her future. the story of the second year manager of karasuno.

pairing : kuroo tetsuro x izumi akari (oc), past! oikawa tooru x izumi akari

chapter summary : the nekoma vs karasuno practice game but let’s add an awkward fluffiness between akari and kuroo

based on : season 1, episode 12 - 13 [ the cat and crow reunion - worthy adversaries]

tags : fluff, awkward, kuroo being a chemistry nerd

wordcount : 4.5k

a/n : i’m convinced that kuroo is a casual wikihow user

Akari watches the interactions between the two teams. Scary how she realizes that Nekoma has their own Tanaka and Suga. She walks beside Kiyoko when Tanaka’s doppelgänger—she believes he was called Yamamoto by his teammate earlier—eyes fell onto the two of them. Out of instinct, she stepped forward slightly, attempting to conceal Kiyoko’s figure from his line of gaze with her body.

“Great. Just great. They have another Ryuu and Suga.” She commented to the older manager who chuckled at her words as they stepped into the gym. Kiyoko went to the other side of the gym when Akari’s eyes fell onto the interaction between the two captains almost immediately. “And another Daichi.” She continued to herself, eyeing the obscure hairstyle of the Nekoma’s captain that she had met days earlier.

If she had decided to stare a little longer, she would have seen the look on his face when his eyes fell onto her figure after Daichi had left him standing there alone to join the others. He looks at her as if he had just witnessed the greatest phenomenon in the world. Was it relief that he felt? His eyes lit up as he followed her movements. She’s real, he thought in his head. Subconsciously, his hands wander to make his appearance tidier as he smoothens the fabric of his jacket.

“Is that the Izumi Akari, I see?” Akari turns her head towards the voice to find that it belonged to Nekomata-sensei. With a small smile on her face, she bowed down to the elder man who she hasn’t got the chance to meet in years. She wasn’t fully expecting him to recognize her, for it has been years and the last time they met, she was dressed in black, mourning over the unfortunate ending of her beloved uncle—the only reason why she knew Nekoma's coach.

He looks at her as if reuniting with a long-lost granddaughter. “My. My. You've grown up.”

“Nekomata-sensei, It's been a while.” She greeted him. “I didn’t expect you to recognize me so quickly.”

The elder man chuckles at her words, shaking his head with his hands behind him. “Nonsense. I recognize those eyes everywhere I see them. If I had known that you managed this team, I would’ve answered those calls sooner,” he said before turning around to face some of his team members, making Akari look in the same direction. “Familiar last name, right boys? You might know her uncle, Izumi Touya.” She closes her eyes, nose scrunched up, not liking the fact that the elder man has just revealed. She could feel eyes looking at her, including the one from her own team.

Izumi Touya. The name is widely known by everyone on Nekoma’s team. A legend amongst them. He is like a little giant to them. It is not a secret that Nekoma has always been an amazing team. But, Touya, her late uncle, had brought Nekoma’s name to another certain level during his days. He loves to bring Akari to his games and practices, one time during a practice game with Karasuno where she first met the current coach of Nekoma when he was only a first year. Her uncle had also been the one that introduced her to the world of the sport that she holds so close to her heart. Tragically, he died at such a young age.

“Isn’t this time for us to start the game? My team is ready unless Nekoma needs to warm up a bit longer?” She changed the topic smoothly, her eyebrow raised almost teasingly at the end of her sentence. Just because her uncle once was a member of the team doesn’t mean she is going to let them have it the easy way. Nekomata chuckled, eyeing as Takeda and Ukai went to stand beside her. “Right. I don’t care if you’re the niece of our famous player,” His eyes went to Ukai. “Or if you’re not the old man. I’ll show no mercy.”

There it is, Akari’s eyes glinted in anticipation as she felt the tense aura between the coaches. They’re our fated opponents after all.

The corner of her mouth tugs upwards as Nekomata begins to walk away from the three of them. She looked down as a chuckle came out of her mouth, she hasn’t felt like this in forever. A grin formed on her face as she approached Kiyoko to help her with the equipment for the game. With his arms crossed in front of him, Ukai can’t help but smirk at the situation. Takeda on the other hand was feeling nervous as he eyed the coach beside him. “Should we be worried?”

Ukai put his hands on his waist looking at the team as Daichi prepared them for the game. He shakes his head looking at the supervisor. “Let me tell you something. At this moment, Karasuno not only has a good team, but they also have me.” He paused and then looked at Akari—who was talking with Kiyoko. “Even better, we have her.” Takeda followed his line of gaze, tilting his head confusedly—couldn't comprehend what Ukai was trying to tell him.

“We will now commence the practice game between Nekoma High and Karasuno High!” The match started with Karasuno’s new duo attack that evidently took the opponent team off guard. Akari smirked along with Ukai and Takeda at Nekomata’s reaction, eyes glinting triumphantly. She looked over to the bi-colored haired setter to see his response. The look in his eyes really reminds me of someone, she thought to herself.

She hums to herself when the libero manages to receive Asahi’s spike. “Their libero………Yaku Morisuke?” She thought out loud, tilting her head to the side. “We should watch him more. While everyone else was focusing on Hinata’s movement, anticipating that he would spike the ball instead of Asahi. A libero's eyes are only set on the ball and not the person. He is quick to respond to an abrupt situation.” She looked back to the court at the end of her sentence.

It didn’t take much time until Nekoma called out for a timeout. Akari approached Kageyama, handing him his water bottle. “Their setter………,” Her voice faded out as she trailed off her sentences, thinking of the words she should use. “Familiar, right?” The boy nodded at her words, knowing what she meant. She cast a glance towards the opponent team as they gathered around their coach. “He’s very observant. Try to be discreet about our strategy. He is very quick to read our moves, apparently.” She said to her junior before going back to her place.

The match continues after a short 30 seconds time-out. It seems that one of their players is now keeping his eyes on Hinata only, following his movement which results in him touching Hinata’s spike with the tip of his fingers. Akari had an amused look on her face as she watched Kenma perform a dump shot, catching Hinata off guard in the process. “What a good strategist.” She commented to herself, leaning her face onto her palm as she tilted her head slightly to the left.

***

When Nekoma won the first set, Akari could see the look of shock plastered on the orange-haired boy’s face as Inuoka blocked his spike. This goes on to the second set, where the number 7 of Nekoma still managed to block every single of Hinata’s spikes. She could feel Suga’s eyes on her as she puts on a calm face during both of the sets, contrasting her competitiveness during their game with Aoba Johsai. If this was an official game, her reaction would be totally different than now, Ukai would’ve dragged Hinata to the bench immediately and switched him with Tsukishima instead for the time being.

It doesn’t surprise her, the fact that they are losing to the opponent team. She sees this match as an opportunity, regardless if they win or not. The point of this practice game was to find the team’s flaw and to find a way to fix it later on. That’s the truest form of Nekoma and Karasuno’s bond. Behind all of that competitiveness, those matches where they go against each other, those rivalries stories, they have always helped each other improve to be a better team.

Her train of thoughts stopped when she realized the situation they are in right now. Her eyes slightly widened at the sight of Hinata who was about to spike the ball seconds earlier, it might seem usual, however, the fact that Hinata has his eyes wide open simultaneously caught the team off guard, even Kageyama who tossed the ball to him. Ukai immediately called out for a time-out—also taken back by Hinata’s sudden decision. In the end, it was decided that Kageyama had to give Hinata slightly weaker tosses, making an indirect delivery instead of their usual direct delivery.

She approached Hinata during the second time-out Ukai had requested. “Hinata,” She called out his name, making him turn around to face her, a nervous look on his face as he bowed down slightly, apologizing for keeping missing Kageyama’s tosses. “I’m not here to scold you. There’s nothing to be sorry about. Besides, we have Tanaka and Asahi who scored the points for us.” She eyed Tsukishima who made a side remark to tease the orange-haired boy before looking back at Hinata. “You’re not alone, you know. Even if you failed to do those spikes, we are here as a team altogether. We will all stand beside you, covering each other's mistakes. That’s what a team does, so don’t be so worried, Hinata.” She put on a reassuring smile at the end of her sentence.

The boy’s eyes lit up at her words, a sense of comfort covered his heart as he felt his nervousness slipping away. He looked around at his team who were standing around him. A team, he repeated in his mind as a smile makes its way to his face. “Thank you, Akari-senpai.” He said. “Thank you, everyone!”

The match went on for some minutes, Hinata still missed most of the tosses Kageyama gave him. But there is always progress in everything. There is no one who suddenly masters a certain capability with a snap of their finger or in a blink of an eye. Even a butterfly starts out as a caterpillar. That’s how she saw Hinata right now. A caterpillar trying to figure out his way to going to his full potential.

***

Akari has both of her eyes and mouth opened at the sight of the ball that drops to Karasuno’s side of the court, a final score for the Nekoma team to win. The tug of her mouth curved upwards so slightly as she tried to conceal her amusement. She let out what sounded like a mixture of sighs and chuckles out of her mouth as she sat back down beside Kiyoko, looking up to the ceiling. “Don’t blame yourself, Ukai-san. That was a fair game, we played earlier.” She said to the blonde-haired coach seated beside Takeda, a defeated look on his face.

“One more time!”

Heads turned to look at the orange-haired boy, including hers. Hinata stands in the middle of all of them, a determined look on his face as he suggests the idea to the opposing team to which Nekomata agrees, stating that the purpose of a practice game is to play as much as they need. Play against each other all over again, until they reached their ultimate goal for the day.

Then they played another game. Six of them, to be precise. Where Nekoma had won them all with a small gap between the two teams' scores. Akari looked over Kiyoko’s shoulder to check on each score of the game that she had written down on her notes as the game went by earlier, before looking back to the scenery in front of her. “Everyone is losing their energy now.” She commented. All of the team members, whether it’s from Nekoma or Karasuno, were all laying down on the floor, catching their breath. Her eyes landed on Nekoma's captain as he leaned on his knees for support, reminded by his impressive delayed spike earlier on the first game they had.

"Once more." Her head snapped towards Hinata again, a dumbfounded look on her face as she realized the boy seemed to not lose any of his energy since the game had begun. She watches as Ukai picks him up by the back of his shirt, scolding him for not having any sense of awareness of the fact that Nekoma has to go back to Tokyo by train soon. “How can a person be so energetic?” She wandered out loud to Kiyoko who shrugged her shoulders, facepalming at the sight of their underclassman too.

"Gather round!" The Nekoma team gathers around her, Kiyoko, Takeda, and Ukai as Karasuno do the same to Nekomata and Naoi. She took in the looks from the team members as her eyes fell onto each one of them from left to right, observing them slightly, making sure that her eyes didn't stare for a second too long than she intended to. Lastly, she let her eyes fall onto the Nekoma’s captain figure who stands closely to her right as she stands besides Ukai, she found his eyes were already focusing on her instead of the coach who was giving advice for them at that moment. Kuroo immediately averted his eyes away from her, turning his body slightly so he wouldn't be facing her anymore. She found herself furrowing her eyebrows at the boy’s behavior.

"Let's meet again in Nationals.” Ukai ended his speech then telling them to start cleaning up the gym for the day. Akari immediately followed Kiyoko’s steps as the older manager went to collect the water bottles. She found herself looking over her shoulder to where the Nekoma’s captain stood as he ordered one of his team members. She shrugged before copying Kiyoko’s movements once more.

On the other side, Yamamoto followed Tanaka to the storage room as they began to clean up the gym. Karasuno's second year turned his back almost immediately when he detected the others' presence in the room. A fake intimidating look covers his face as he looks at Yamamoto, almost menacingly. “What's up? You want to fight? Come on, City Boy." Tanaka motioned him to come over with both of his hands.

However, Yamamoto's nervous stance said otherwise as he flailed his arms up in the air, cheeks red while trying not to look Tanaka in the eyes. He began to stutter, changing his stance a few times, grabbing the hem of his jacket to ease his nervousness. “What is your managers’ name?” He finally blurted it out. On a different side of the court, both Akari and Kiyoko sneezed simultaneously.

Almost immediately Tanaka grabbed the front of Yamamoto’s uniform, holding him up as he went closer to him. “Why, you?! Are you planning to make a move on Kiyo-“ He fixes his words. “On our precious managers?! I’ll run my fingers through that fuzzy head of yours.” He said.

"No. I don't have the courage to speak to her.” Hearing Yamamoto’s reponse, Tanaka released his hold off of him, no longer holding the front of his shirt as he took a step back from the boy. A knowing look on his face. “Kiyoko-san. Her name is Shimizu Kiyoko.” Tanaka answered, the picture of the girl he holds dearly close to his heart fills his mind.

"Really? She's the very embodiment of that name."

"Indeed. Indeed. It also took a long time before I could speak to her, so I know how you feel."

“However,” He looks at the red-jacket boy directly in the eyes before continuing his sentence. “It’s not so bad when you speak to her and are ignored.” Yamamoto flinched at his words, waving his arms in front of him saying that the bar was set way too high for him to be able to handle it.

Both of the boys then let out a chuckle, finally realizing the similar personalities they have. With a wide grin on their faces, they exchanged their names, shaking each other's hands. At this point, Tanaka realizes the lack of curiosity Yamamoto has on their other manager. “And don't forget about our other precious manager. Although, my eyes will always be set on Kiyoko. Akari is a dear friend of mine.” Tanaka continued.

Yamamoto stared for a second. "Ahh, the other manager. Touya Izumi's niece.” As a member of Nekoma, he, too, has known about the famous former volleyball prodigy of Nekoma. To think that one day he would somehow cross paths with one of his relatives feels unreal because all of this time, Touya always sounds like a myth instead of a real person. “To be true, she kind of scares me with that intimidating look on his face earlier. I swear she has her eyes set on us the whole time, it kind of feels like being watched through a security camera."

Tanaka laughed again, holding his stomach this time. "That's our Akari for you. Always the observant one. You know, she has a reputation of breaking boys’ hearts on Valentine’s day."

Yamamoto's face dropped at the information, thanking that he doesn’t go to the same school as the girl or he might as well be one of the victims that she rejected. His mind went back to his captain as he recalled the scene that occurred earlier during the game. “Besides, it seems that she has taken the interest of our team captain. I caught him looking at her a few times during the game earlier.”

“The weird haired guy?!?!”

***

On the other side of the gym, Akari sneezed loudly, her eyes narrowed to the storage room door, having a feeling that Tanaka was talking about her. She had just walked past Kageyama as he kept muttering things that may have scared the blonde setter from Nekoma. Shaking her head, she found herself making a way towards the Nekoma’s captain as he just finished a conversation with Tsukishima.

"Ahh, youth.” She heard him comment.

Akari raised her eyebrows at the boy who seems to have yet noticed her presence behind him. She cleared her throat to gain his attention, who seemed to be a success since he turned around, almost shocked to see her behind him. Kuroo has his back straightened up when he realizes who was behind him. His hands once again subconsciously wander to make him look tidier as he lets his eyes fall onto the shorter girl who is looking up to him with an amusing look on her face.

“That was an impressive delayed spike you did earlier.” She lets the compliment roll out of her mouth. She was being genuine this time, the action did impress her earlier. A hue of red makes its way to Kuroo’s face as he averted his eyes away when he heard her words. Not wanting to look embarrassed at the sight of her, Kuroo leaned on his left side. “Oh thanks. You did great too.”

“I didn’t play.” She commented, eyebrows raised. It would look as if she was teasing him to other people. Kuroo’s level of nervousness went higher in a second as he kept failing to form words to her. “Ahh, I mean. You………did great too……because a team can’t be a team without their manager.”

Rather than clearing the situation, his words confused Akari even more as the fact that Nekoma doesn’t have any manager slipped into her mind. “You do realize-“ The boy immediately cut her words. “Forgot about that. For whatever reason there, I’m sure you did a great job for the team. I don’t need to be in the team to know that. I’m sure you’re a great person, after all.” His sudden compliment, makes her cheek slightly turn red, although the boy seems to not notice it.

The two stood there in silence for a second before Akari cleared her throat once more. “I’ve realized that I haven’t properly introduced myself a few days ago.” Her hand went in front of him, hanging there as it waited for the other party to hold it. “Izumi Akari. Karasuno Second-year manager.”

Kuroo took a few moments before grasping her hand. For the second time that day, their eyes connected to each other. Hands holding one another as Kuroo brushed his thumb over her hand so slightly that she might not even notice it. His hand lingered a bit longer as Akari retracted her hand back to her side. The brief interaction replayed itself in his mind. He found himself falling down the deep blue of her eyes that reminded him of moonlight, something he grew fond of these days. His name once again rolls out of his mouth, this time he did it correctly in his first try, not wanting to replay the scene from a few days ago. “Kuroo Tetsuro. Nekoma’s captain. Third year.”

An invisible red thread forms between the two as the fates begin to knit them together, connecting the two from pinky to pinky. The thread is far from being a straight line, still jumbled up in knots as their story has just begun. The sun and the moon finally found their way to exist together at the same time. A rare occurrence, indeed. The golden hue of his eyes found its way inside the deep blue hue of hers, swarming through it, getting lost into it. A few seconds that felt like forever, he thought to himself inside his mind.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, Chibi-chan.” Her eyes twitched at the nickname he gave her as the lie came out of his mouth almost naturally. If anything, Kuroo was silently praying to the moon that night, to be able to meet her again if it was really fate for them to meet again. The moon listened and answered his prayers. Thanking whatever greater power that has answered his prayer, he continued his words. “Izumi Touya’s niece, huh? I have wondered to myself who you might be, however that thought never comes to mind. I’m sorry for your loss.” He remembered hearing about the tragic accident that ended the life of the former volleyball star player. One whom he looked up to during his younger days until now. Never once did he ever think he was going to meet someone who was once a part of the late star’s life.

She averted her gaze, not liking to talk about her uncle. Out of all her remaining family members, out of all the one who stayed and not left her behind, she was the closest one to her uncle. It is almost haunting to talk about a ghost. A ghost, she thought in her mind, before looking back to the boy. “Thank you. All is fine now, it happened years ago."

Sensing her uncomfortable state, he smoothly changed the subject as the two turned to face the others who were cleaning up the gym. Akari’s eyes fall back to Hinata who was standing close to Inuoka as they both fanboys over each other. “Do you know that serotonin is often described as the happiness chemical?” His sudden question makes her turn around to look at the side of his face as his eyes are focused on the scene in front of them.

“Yeah. So I’ve heard.”

Now, it’s Kuroo’s turn to look at her as he holds his hand in the air. “It can be triggered by foods, exercises, sunlight and mostly happy memories.” A cat-like-grin formed on his face, one that reminded her of the cat in a certain movie. “I think this is it.” He paused.

“This is what?” She asked.

“One of those memories. Meeting you again.” A simple answer yet it was the one that turns her quiet as she just stares at the golden hue of his eyes. She has seen people that are happy to meet her. There’s Tanaka, Noya, Hinata, Kageyama. There’s the team who always seems happy to be around her. And yet, the first one to express the feeling verbally is the boy with golden eyes that resembles the color of a sunset. The sunset that got the privilege to see a glimpse of the moon before it vanished completely to the other side of the world. She had seen the look of happiness around her. So why does this feel different, she thought to herself.

What feels like forever lasted for 5 seconds as she gained back the control of her senses, a neutral expression went to her face masking the shocked look that was there for a split second. She turned her body, not facing him anymore. “Do you say that to all the people you meet?” She raised her eyebrow at him.

Kuroo opened his mouth before closing it back again, hesitating to answer her question as he took in the reality of what he just said a moment earlier. His gaze trailed to the side of her face, a quick smile formed on his face before he cleared his throat, leaning back and forth on his feet. “Just to those who the thought of keeps me awake at night.”

Akari scrunched up her nose, a thought slipped into her mind as she proceeded his words into her head. “Keep you awake at night? You sound like a creep just now.” She looks at him suspiciously, arm crossed to her chest. Kuroo, who just realized there’s a double-meaning to his words, straightened his back as he turned to her immediately. An alarmed look on his face as he shook his head repeatedly, hands waving around him. “I-It’s not like that. I’m not a creep. That was supposed to be a charm, you know? A charm not a creepy statement.”

“Am I supposed to fall down on your feet because of your love spell?” She ended her question while doing air quotes with her fingers.

“I was just hoping to get your number.” He muttered.

An amused look went up on her face once more. “Ah, so those aren’t genuine after all. You want something in return.” She sighed while closing her eyes. There’s an ounce of disappointment that she didn’t let out on the surface as it remains inside of her. “It was nice to meet you, Tokyo-san.” She said before walking away from the boy.

Yaku, who had just witnessed the end of the scene, couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his fellow third-year who is also his team captain. With a hand holding his stomach, he pointed at Kuroo. “W-what was that? Kuroo Tetsuro trying to hit on a girl. That was embarrassing.”

Kuroo turned around with an annoyed look on his face, as his eyebrow twitched at his friend’s words. “Yah, you shut up!” He grumbled, marching his way down to his teammates, wanting to distract himself from the embarrassment she caused him. Zipping his bag then throwing it over his shoulder, he avoided the sight of the Karasuno team. I didn’t lie at all. However, I’ll never open that green website ever again.

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yaomi-me · 2 years

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Can someone help me find this fanfic? I don't remember where it's from or the title but the description is along the lines of: When you sleep you can see what your soulmate sees. It's a haikyuu x reader, it includes nekoma and an oc but mostly Kenma x Reader and Kuroo x Oc. That's all I remember.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x oc #soulmate au #kenma x reader #kuroo x oc #fanfic #kenma #kuroo #haikyuu #anime #reader insert

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kirafier · 2 years

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HAWK vs. CAT (Haikyuu fan!Story)

This is the first version of the cover for my HQ story (OC and CANON). Although it looks creepy, there is no so much horror, gore or anything like that in the story itself, but my story may contain: foul language, fights, scenes of an intimate nature, descriptions of the consequences of beatings and bullying.

I plan to refine the cover itself in the future and change it a bit visually, but I really like the concept and color itself.

(Also, here is a direct quote from the beginning of the story)

"If two different predators collide, they will tear each other apart. They are bound to clash in a brutal battle, where the cat's cries will be heard, the hawk's feathers will fly apart, both will be covered with bleeding scars. And there will be only two things that bind them ― bloody tears of pain and hatred for each other."

Unfortunately, I'm only writing and rewriting the first chapters so far, as my inner perfectionist and cockroaches in my head make me cope with everything. Well, I can't help but be influenced by other ships and fanfictions (not all of them), as I'm afraid of facing misunderstandings.

But luckily I've recently had a great co-roleplayer and friend whose OC has greatly influenced me and the storytelling, now I'm more confident in myself and in the writing than I was six months ago. I don't know how long it will take me to write a story, but watching as I periodically go back and write and rewrite the story…... Looks like I'll be writing it like Nabokov wrote "Lolita", 8 years for sure lol

#my art #my oc #my story #haikyuu oc #haikyuu!!#haikyuu nekoma #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo x oc #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu fanfiction

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seijorhi · 4 months

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invidia ii

a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo

“Why did your parents split up?”

Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.

“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.

If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.

Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”

And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more.

Your stomach flutters.

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‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’

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“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

You’re a coward.

“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”

“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.

Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend.

Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you.

That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.

You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.

Yeah.

His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”

Another tap at the fractured glass.

That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.”

“You want some tea, sweetheart?”

‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’

A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–

“Baby?”

You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine.

Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess.

He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit.

Sweetheart’s a rare one.

Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Another shuddering breath in. Out.

Fuck.

There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door.

There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead.

You don’t realise you’re crying.

Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.

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You should’ve left days ago.

After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone.

He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.

There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely.

Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault.

‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’

If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.

You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.

You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.

You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.

But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.

He loves you. Shin loves you.

A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him.

“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him.

The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.

And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice.

“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”

This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours.

“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.

Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.

You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.

Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything.

If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this.

(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)

But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”

All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.

Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.

You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.

Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.

You forget how to breathe.

Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.

A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain.

“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”

But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.

He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.

“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”

Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming.

The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.

Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.

A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.

It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out.

Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”

But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.

It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs.

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Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.

Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely.

The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.

He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense.

He’s not heartless, either.

In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place.

When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.

“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder.

What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?

You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?

A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there.

“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere kuroo tetsurou #yandere kuroo tetsurou x reader #oc: kuroo shinnosuke #tw: noncon

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wake-uptoreality · 2 years

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Haikyuu boys and you being a clingy girlfriend!!

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

(not you but THEM being the clingy one)

-Korai; Lev; Oikawa; Kuroo; Atsumu; Futakuchi.

(they got easily flustered, because it's rare from you)

-Hinata; Kageyama; Yaku; Nishinoya; Hanamaki; Tendou; Takeda; Yamaguchi; Kindaichi; Sugawara; Goshiki; Kogane; Asahi; Komori.

(Figuring out and overthinking why you act like that)

-Akaashi; Suna; Kunimi; Hirugami; Kenma; Kita; Ennoshita; Sakusa; Tsukishima; Shirobu.

(they are used to this)

-Iwaizumi; Ukai; Matsukawa; Aone; Ushijima; Reon; Osamu; Konoha; Daichi; Semi; Aran.

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kiwuikiwi · 6 months

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his laugh 😭😭😭

#black jack #kuroo hazama #osamu tezuka #tezuka star system #currently drawing oc x him btw im normal

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educatedsimps · 15 hours

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— originals ˊˎ-

≪ back to fics masterlist ≪ back to main masterlist

— AKAASHI KEIJI:

under the moonlight ↳ fluff, drabble

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

11:06pm ↳ iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader ↳ fluff, timestamp, drabble

CAUGHT (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader, ft. iwaizumi hajime ↳ fluff, lil bit of angst, love triangle, timeskip, college au

— MIYA ATSUMU:

coming home to you ↳ dad!miya atsumu x fem!reader ↳ FLUFF, slice of life

CAUGHT (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader, ft. iwaizumi hajime ↳ fluff, lil bit of angst, love triangle, timeskip, college au

“your roots are showing” (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader ↳ your favourite pisshead and the different times his hair was growing out

— MIYA OSAMU:

osamu’s triggers (headcanons)

— SUNA RINTARŌ:

traffic lights ↳ suna rintaro x f!reader ↳ angst

— MEIAN SHŪGO:

MEIAN SHŪGO BRAINROT ↳ no need for an explanation

— MULTIPLE:

11.50pm ↳ multiple hq boys ↳ FLUFF, drabble, timestamp

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storiitells · 8 months

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Nekoma's Manager Jackpot

An episodic Haikyuu Series by Storii Tells

Pairing: Kuroo X Oc (Kylie White)

Each Episode stands on its own as a kind of One Shot. Thou, if you squint, you may see a timeline and some connections.

Episodes 🐾 Preview and OC introduction 🐾 Training camp 🐾 Annoyance

I'm open to any kind of ideas to this Series, or if you just want to talk to me :) I don't bite

#kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu #haikyuu x oc #kuroo testuro #kuroo x oc #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsuro x oc #nekoma #Nekoma #nekoma manager #Haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#haikyuu oc #haikyuu manager #haikyu manager #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu masterlist #hq kuroo

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p4ndawrites · 7 months

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Office Love

Tag: Kenma fluff, NB reader, mention of a female reader (Kuroo's fiancee), shy and awkward reader and Kenma.

Hope you enjoy!

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Kenma watched the newest member of his team nearly walk into the door, making him laugh softly. They were indeed somewhat strange, but that made it all the more intriguing to learn more about them. How someone could be amazing at game designing and a walking disaster a few seconds later intrigued him. Not to mention the fact that they struggled to say a word to him during their interview but could immediately rant about the newest season of MHA when he mentioned that he had been late to a meeting due to binge-watching the said anime. It was a cute idea that they were so timid yet brightened at any mention of one of their interests, and boy did it make him want to know more about the strange game designer.

Also maybe it was the fact that they had been so similar that it hadn't been funny. Anime and games had been his world since well, forever really. I mean volleyball had been an interesting thing to do but he had partially done it for Kuroo so it couldn't compete. He had always been the quiet geek with his pudding-like hair and obsession with cats so it was refreshing when he met someone who reminded him of the person he used to be in high school. Not that he changed a bit. Nope, his lack of dating and his friend circle other than the volleyball players could testify to that.

He watched as they groaned, hand securing the newest model figurine that they had created for the launch of their new Otome game. They had been trying to branch out of their usual action and sport-themed games by trying a new type of game consisting of love and a storyline which had taken his gaming company to a new level. Them being the head of designs had been spectacular, the characters highlighting a boyish charm that went along with the tragic love story themed around one's high-school experience. The boys had managed to fit the storyline, each showing their hidden charms but what made him raise an eyebrow when he checked the designs was the shy geek who oddly resembled the pudding head himself. Not to mention that they had openly said Sora Hizashi (his assigned name) had been their favorite character because of his adorable yet neutral personality. One that doesn't express emotions as openly as others and is adorable when confused about certain emotions that he could not understand. I mean did they even try to hide who they based the lovely character on? No, no they most certainly did not.

He smiled slightly before flopping back down on his chair as he stared off into space. How long had they been working for him now? A year? A year and a half? Gosh had it been that long, he truly wondered. To some, it would seem like they weren't all that special but to him, they had been so beautifully and perfectly them that he had managed to develop feelings for them. He had been tired of the dates Kuroo had set him up on, how everyone he'd been on a date with had never been honest with their true intentions but them, they couldn't lie to save their lives and it sure was adorable.

I mean it had been obvious that the anime-obsessed designer had a thing for their boss. The thought itself brought a grin on his face with a shake of his head as he thought of the not-so-subtle things they did to make sure that he was always happy and the slight change of plans that would happen when he seemed on the edge of passing out. How he never came into the office without there being coffee on his desk or how he always received a homemade meal around lunchtime after the time he had almost fainted because of his unhealthy eating habits. How he would receive little deserts and sweets when they went to purchase some for themselves, the shy smile when they mentioned that they had 'purchased too much' or 'thought he would like it' never failed to make his heart flutter. Each and everything thing they did had a purpose and he knew that the reason for all the deserts was because he mentioned how much he loved sweet things recently.

"Oh wow I'm shocked Kenma, are you smiling?" The voice of his best friend echoed in the room making him groan as he sat up straight. There stood the rooster, a smug smile settling across his lips as he all but knew what the pudding head had been thinking of.

"Why are you back so soon?" He asked boredly making Kuroo feign a look of hurt at his bestie. "I came back and this is how you treat me, you're so mean to me Kyanma!"

Kenma sighed before rubbing his temples as he could feel a headache coming soon. The bedhead had supposedly left Japan for what should have been a month as he traveled the world with his beloved Chibi-chan but now here he was, annoying the poor male.

"But to answer your question, my soon-to-be in-laws had thrown a birthday party for her so we came back for that. We're leaving the day after tomorrow." He said before grabbing the lollipop on the desk and quickly removing the wrapper before plopping it in his mouth. "I thought I'd come visit you to see how you're doing with your love problem but I see there's little to no progress on the situation" He sighed dramatically making Kenma roll his eyes.

"It's not that simple Kuroo"

"But it is. Ask them out like how I did with F/N!"

"Firstly F/N asked you out and secondly, you should understand since you were just as much a chicken as I was." The bedhead groaned slightly as he noticed how instead of taking his lovely advice to heart, he decided to target him instead.

"Well the point is you need a plus one for my wedding in two months or else F/N will kill you" Kenma gulped making Kuroo grin "And you know how feisty my chibi-chan is~"

"Fine but how should I ask them?"

" With a lovely 'Hey I like you let's date!"

"This is why f/n did it instead of you you wannabe rooster."

"Shush just do it gosh or should I call chibi-chan?"

"N-no fine, I'll do it..."

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Y/N smiled gently at the awkward male in front of them as he stood stiffly beside their desk.

"What can I help you with Kozume-san?"

"Uhm well, I bought this for you?" He rubbed his neck sheepishly before showing the bouquet of roses behind him. White, red, and pink mixed beautifully as they stared at the adorable mini bear attached to the ribbon of the bouquet.

"Oh wow... there beautiful" They glanced up at him as their eyes sparkled making his ears turn pink "Thank you Kozume-san"

"Kenma..."

"Hmm?"

"Kenma is fine. You can just call me Kenma" He spoke softly as he shifted uncomfortably before clearing his throat "Uhm... I-I wanted to ask if you're free this Saturday"

"Yes, I am. Is there something you need for work then?"

"No no. I just... wanted to take you out on a date. That's if you'd want to go out with me"

Y/N's face lit up as he felt his face gradually get warmer making him look down. How dare they be so adorable without trying to be? They're going to be the death of him.

"I would love to!" They smiled making him smile softly in return.

"Okay then I'll text you the details and I'll pick you up on Saturday."

"Yep, it's a date!"

Kenma smiled one more time before turning around and walking to the room as he all but glowed. Not that they were any different to him as he looked back at them to see them glancing softly at the bouquet in front of them. A date.

He had been lucky enough to get a date with the person of his dreams and he couldn't be more thrilled.

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