#like even when hes exasperated at his senpai you can tell he cares

[doctor-yamagishi]

Concern or Consideration Part 9: Networking

Part 9 of Plotline developed with @tacitusauxilium

Several days would pass without incident before Fuuka would contact Ren, Ann, and Ryuji, along with Yusuke who had joined the ranks of the Phantom Thieves

"I got a respone from MItsuru-senpai. She said that she is willing to meet with you all. She is busy so it won't be face-to-face, but virtual." Fuuka would state hoping that they had enough to mentally prepare for the occurrence since it was already under discussion.

"Has this been going on for a while?" Yusuke inquires, unsure why something with such an impact on their times had been recently brought to his attention. He needed all the time that he could to get back into a comfortable flow regarding his art.

"Sorry Yusuke, everything occurred so fast once you joined that our bigger focus was on Madarame than on the future." Ann admits through her text.

"Honestly, I'm kinda nervous about what it will be like to meet someone who has a lot of experience using a Persona." Ryuji comments honestly, though it wasn't going to make the meeting any less tense for the Phantom Thieves.

"Knowing Ryuji, he'll just make a bigger fool out of himself than normal." Morgana states to Ren, though it wasn't put in the chat. Ryuji would sneeze from where he was. He couldn't tell who was talking about him, but he doubted it was anything good. Outside of Morgana, for the most part he didn't mind at the time.

"Given that they could've kept us from progressing with our heists and with Fuuka's assistance in Madarame's palace, I doubt there is too much to worry about." Yusuke calmly reaffirmed.

"Yusuke's right. As far as we are aware, Fuuka could've told them about the metaverse app and they could've taken care of us with little problems if they wanted to." Ann agreed.

"Anyways, where did you want to meet up for the meeting Fuuka?" Ren inquired, though all eyes were watching the chat more than ever while Fuuka made her response.

"The room I am staying at is good for the meeting as everything is already set up there. Don't worry, Mitsuru-senpai's really nice." Fuuka responded before typing out the address.

"I will let the receptionist know that I am expecting all five of you for supplemental lessons and to direct you to my room." Fuuka states.

"Five of us?" Yusuke inquired trying to keep account of all who was being invited.

"It's the four of us and Morgana, dude. Though he's a cat, he's still a member of the Phantom Thieves." Ryuji commented as he was doing his best to make a mental note of the location.

"Why did he single me out? I am a human too.....I think." Morgana responded, his tone shifted from upset to dejected at the possibility that he wasn't human, though he wasn't going to readily accept that fact.

"Anyways, see you guys over there. Depending on how this goes, we might get additional support when dealing with the palaces." Ann remarks before the line of text ends.

Roughly one hour later, all of the Phantom Thieves had gathered in Fuuka's room, which had a computer hooked up to a projector. The projector was aimed at a blank wall of the room.

"Even with the lack of furnishings, this room is not devoid of artistic appreciation." Yusuke commented, appreciated the subtle nuances of interior decorations that lingered in the room.

"We're here to meet with Mitsuru who sent Fuuka over, not to ingrain her room for a painting." Ryuji commented exasperated at how Yusuke can get so worked up on anything aesthetic.

"Focus Yusuke, it's the least you can do after I had to buy your round trip tickets for the train to get here." Ann added on, midlly annoyed at Yusuke's narrow-vision at times.

"Wait, why did you have to buy his ticket Takamaki?" Ryuji inquired looking over at Ann.

"I had spent all of the money I had on hand for supplies. Did not even have that much for a meal, but as long as I have what I need for my paintings, I will be fine." Yusuke remarks calmly yet proudly of his decisions before turning his attention to Ann.

"Still I must thank you for your generosity Ann. Just let me know when you would like to model for a painting and I will make sure it is able to repay you back considerably." Yusuke would later add on.

"For the last time, I don't want to be in your painting." Ann was going to restrain herself mostly for Fuuka's sake so not to cause her trouble being up in her hotel room. Otherwise, she would have stomped on the floor a couple of times.

"Mitsuru-senapi, are you there? I have all the Phantom Thieves here for the introductions." Fuuka spoke up softly into the microphone of her computer while waiting for an image from Mitsuru's camera to be shot out on the projector.

"My apologies Yamagishi, some business matters took longer than anticipated." Mitsuru remarks from the computer's speakers before an image of Mitsuru appears. She was sitting in her chair inside the Shadow Operative's headquarters.

"My apologies about the delay everyone and I apologize for you all having to take the time out of your day for this introduction, but I hope you will get enough value out of this opportunity to compensate for it." Mitsuru states calmly, resting her head softly on her right hand.

"Given the appeal of the room, I can say that will be the case." Yusuke responds before anyone can make a more substantive answer.

"Don't mind him. Anyways, why don't introduce ourselves? Since you arranged this meeting in more ways than one, we can start." Ren responds with a light flourish of his right hand.

"That would be appreciated and I will make sure to introduce myself in kind afterwards." Mitsuru answers gratefully with a subtle nod of her head.

"Guess I'll start then. The name's Ryuji Sakamoto, nice to meet you." Ryuji remarks, not sure how to really act given the Phantom Thieve's member's social identities along with the contradiction between Mitsuru's position and her apparent age.

"I'm Ann Takamaki. Hope we get along." Ann contributes before turning her attention to Yusuke, who had his focus on the details of the room for recollection later. "Yusuke." She would call out to snap him out of his focus.

"I am Yusuke Kitagawa and I hope that our collaboration can make wonderous works of art." Yusuke remarked before promptly returning his attention back to the room.

"My name's Morgana and no, I am not a cat." Morgana manages to squeak in, though Mitsuru wasn't surprised by Morgana's ability to speak and would turn her gaze toward Ren who was the last member of the Phantom Thieves to introduce himself.

"Ren Amamiya." Ren introduces himself.

"Ren's our leader." Ann adds on, earning a quiet nod from Mitsuru who has manages to make at least one implied fact by the statement brought to her attention.

"Since Amamiya is your leader, Yamagishi will give you my number should anything come up that you feel requires my attention." Mitsuru claims, nodding over to Fuuka who nods her head in return.

"Thank you for introducing yourselves. My name is Mitsuru Kirijo." Mitsuru introduces herself, though she would be slightly off-guard by the reaction it would obtain.

"Wait, you're Mitsuru Kirijo, as in the head of the Kirijo Group, MItsuru Kirijo?" Ryuji manages to speak up through his astonishment. It was strange to hear that someone in such a high position would have a persona.

"Yes, that is me. Do not worry though, I am not addressing you as the head of the Kirijo Group, but as the leader of the Shadow Operatives." Mitsuru does her best to assauge any anxiety that has manifested with her identity disclosed.

"Fuuka did say that the Shadow Operatives have members with a lot of experience with Personas, so I guess that you'll be helping us with our jobs as the Phantom Thieves?" Ryuji inquires, but Mitsuru would shake her head.

"No, the Shadow Operatives for the most part will be avoiding altering the operations of the Phantom Thieves." Mitsuru states calmly yet bluntly.

"What the eff is your problem?! You get us here for a meeting, but don't want to help us resolve the area's problems!" Ryuji shouts in an outburst, though Mitsuru simply lets Ryuji blow off the steam.

"Please understand Ryuji-kun, Mitsuru-senpai must have a good reason." Fuuka pleads toward Ryuji.

Between his indignation at Mitsuru's response and Fuuka's pleas, Ryuji feels conflicted, but calms down enough to avoid shouting, but has a mixture of anger and disappointment on his face as he quiets down.

"Through our experience with the first branches, it is best for each branch to mostly get experience with their personas with as little interference from the other branches. All of the Shadow Operatives have lives outside of this specialty and they may not be available to assist. It is better for everyone if the Phantom Thieves get experience now so they are prepared in the future should the other members be unavailable to assist." Mitsuru does her best for an explanation.

"That makes sense, but it still sucks." Ryuji remarks, all his prior anger and disappointment turning to grief.

"I understand Sakamoto. We can still provide support while allowing you all to gain experience." Mitsuru responds before turning to look in Fuuka's direction. "Yamagishi can offer support during your endeavors. She trusts you all and I have full faith in her opinion. Yamagishi, can you continue operating with the Phantom Thieves for the time being?"

"Yes, Mitsuru-senpai." Fuuka responds gently yet firmly.

"Thank you Yamagishi. The Shadow Operatives will directly intervene should there be a situation that we feel wouldn't have arised without our interference in the first place." Mitsuru states calmly, glad to have resolve the initial hostility associated with her outright refusal of more direct assistance for the Phantom Thieves. Or at least the portion that she could resolve.

"With that, there is nothing else for us to discuss at the moment, unless any of you have something for me." Mitsuru states, wanting to make sure to tie up all available loose ends before ending the meeting.

"Ummmm, Mitsuru-senpai...." Fuuka quietly states, unsure about whether or not she should bring up the person that has her father's eyes. If it was in Tatsumi Port Island, she would be a lot more confident in Mitsuru's ability to find information about the person, but this wasn't Tatsumi Port Island.

"Yes Yamagishi?" Mitsuru inquires, curious about what Fuuka might have to bring up.

"I-It's nothing. Sorry for holding you up." Fuuka states, deciding that it would be better to get more information about the person before mentioning it to Mitsuru.

"I do have a question. What would you have done if Fuuka determined that we are a threat?" Ryuji inquires, though he was conflicted about whether or not he wants to know the answer.

"If Yamagishi has determined that the Phantom Thieves are selfishly using their Personas, then should we determine how you are accomplishing your acts, we would swiftly and securely ensure that your abilties do not progress any further than they already have." Mitsuru states calmly, but that only added to how unnerving her statement is.

After having some time to recover from the bombshell dropped on them through that answer, Ann would speak next. "With all of the money that you have, why does Fuuka have such a standard room here?"

"The lodging was a strategical maneuver. At the time, we didn't know the capacity of the Phantom Thieves. Her accommodations are to dissuade investigation into why she arrived. If she was living far beyond the capacity of a teacher, then it might have prompted you to look into her and discover her association with the Kirijo Group." Mitsuru states calmly. While the Shadow Operatives largely operate outside of the jurisdiction of the Kirijo Group, their information is contained in the Kirijo Group database.

"Are there any other questions?" Mitsuru inquires looking around, taking note that there wasn't anything equivalent of an emerging question.

"It was nice meeting you all. Once the situation guiding the Phantom Thieves' operations has been resolved, then I hope that you will give consideration to joining the Shadow Operatives." Mitsuru states before signing off.

"Is something the matter Fuuka?" Ann inquires, taking notice of Fuuka on the edge of bringing something up to Mitsuru.

"It's nothing Ann-chan, at least not at the moment." Fuuka responds, though not entirely sure if it was nothing or not. Ann wasn't going to push the subject, seeing how Fuuka was and would change the subject.

"The only pressing matter is figuring out what to do about 'him'." Ann states sternly, earning a nod from the Phantom Thieves.

"We don't have enough information to work off of for now. We'll just need to wait for him to let his guard down. For now, let's just rest on the concept and go about the rest of our day like we normally do." Morgana states, resting his paws on Ren's right shoulder.

The Phantom Thieves would depart Fuuka's room and go their separate ways. "Let's go see Nobu again. Tae doesn't get much support from the hospital, so I am curious about why he delivers her supplies." Morgana states over to Ren who nods his head and makes his way to Tae's clinic as it is the first place and currently only place that he can think of seeing Nobu.

Standing right next to the clinic was Nobu, who was running through all of the receipts of all of the compounds that Tae had requested and was delivered, checking to make sure that they are all signed and double checking to see if there was any receipts that he might have left with Tae.

Nobu would close his eyes and mentally play back all of the compounds that were delivered and compairing them with all of the receipts, though his train of thought was driven off the tracks as he opens his eyes to look around, feeling that he was being watched.

"Oh, Ren, it's been a while. Were you here to see me or are you passing through to talk with Takemi?" Nobu inquires, making sure that he wasn't significantly blocking the way if it was the latter.

"I'm here to see you. Was curious about why you deliver supplies to Takemi's clinic?" Ren would respond while Morgana would peek out of Ren's bag and be a spectator to the conversation.

"All medical buildings are required to have what they need to operate. No supplier is willing to directly provide her given the nickname she has, but she did work for the hospital before moving to her clinic and the supplies were done in place of money for the severance packing." Nobu states, though he cannot fathom why Takemi would move from the hospital to such a small clinic where she can help more people in the hospital.

"The nickname also keeps a lot of people from wanting to deliver to her, afraid of being the test subject for her experiments. Her reputation holds more weight with me than her nickname, and she isn't willing to take such a risk knowing that not many other people would take my place if her concoctions reacted poorly on me." Nobu adds on, hoping that Takemi's ill-suited moniker can eventually be cleared.

"Is it just me, or does it feel like someone is watching us?" Morgana inquires over to Ren, who would nod his head and do his best to look around for the eavesdropper while not trying to let it on to Nobu, though Nobu is feeling unsettled, affected by someone's gaze or glare fixated mostly on him.

"I don't want to cut this conversation short, but I feel that I need to get back to work. Takemi may be rather strange in her approach, but if you see her, I can assure you that you are in good hands." Nobu states taking several steps away from the clinic before turning to face Ren. "It means a lot that you are willing to see me with all of the other things that you can be doing instead."

Charity Social Link-Lvl 3: No bonus granted.

#tacitusauxilium #//This one certainly took a while to type out. x.x #//So glad I didn't try to rush through this. Would've burnt myself out.

[reineyday]

i would like to take a moment to express how much i love yaku's seiyuu! like his vocal tone is so melodious and light and you can hear the playful warmth in his voice, it's like energetic and gentle at the same time? it's just so perfect for yaku, who gets exasperated and yells but also cares so much :')) kudos tachibana shinnosuke!!!

#i think about his vocal tone enough to warrant expression tbh #the way he has this slight breathy edge to his voice when hes exasperatedly telling lev off in land vs air #like even when hes exasperated at his senpai you can tell he cares #tachibana shinnosuke #yaku morisuke #haikyuu!! #rei rambles #like his voice is just so expressive #listening to him voice yaku is like the equivalent of dancing on your toes #his voice is like if twinkle toes was a sound but i mean that in a very very positive way #his voice is like ballet idk how to express this #speaking of seiyuu moments: kacchan vs deku 2 when bkg is heartbroken and he's like 'why was it me' #g o d the broken voice? the way it seems to catch in his throat cuz he doesnt really want to admit how much it hurts #you can audily hear how profoundly the guilt has affected him #idk might make this its own post cuz it's also worth noting but yeah #vocal performances man #you KNOW its good when the emotions come through loud and clear despite me knowing absolutely zero japanese #like i could hear these guys without subs and id still empathize and understand #anyways #long tags

[rocorambles]

Divine (Dogs) Intervention

Pairing: Megumi x Reader

Prompt: Accidental Kiss

Summary: Megumi forms his own views of love

A/N: This is for the Anilysium SFW Collab. Masterlist can be found here!

Megumi sighs in relief, grateful for the peace and quiet the further he treks into the woods surrounding Jujutsu High. As much as he’s become accustomed to Nobara’s snide but clever remarks and Itadori’s silly cheerful ramblings, he cherishes the time he can truly be by himself, one with nature, one with the darkness and shadows curling inside, calling to him.

He takes a careful look around, eyes narrowing as he tries to find any hint of Gojo’s cursed energy lingering anywhere. But deeming himself well and truly alone, he grins, hands coming together and forming a seal, letting his guard down as his divine dogs wag their tails, growling and jumping around him playfully.

Megumi knows the rest of the Zenin clan would sneer and mock him if they saw how he lets the shikigami play, how he pets and coddles them as if they really were just two oversized dogs. But after all the pain and loneliness they’ve caused him, that he’s suffered through, he thinks he’s allowed some indulgences. And if that small relief comes in the form of two black and white furry packages, so be it.

He blames the fact that it’s a rare day without missions or lessons for his carelessness, for the way he doesn’t sense your presence. But fortunately for him, his dogs aren’t nearly as oblivious and his eyes widen in alarm as they cease their scuffle with each other, ears and heads suddenly alert. And suddenly they’re racing off into the distance, deeper and deeper into the forest, and it’s all he can do to keep them within view as he chases after the two excited creatures.

Megumi’s tempted to call their names, order them to stop, but a sense of curiosity and apprehension keeps him quiet and he continues to trail silently, on guard about what exactly has caught their attention. He hones in on the energy surrounding him, expanding his senses, broader and broader…

There.

The presence is so human, so normal, it’s no surprise it had completely slipped underneath Megumi’s radar. He feels his shoulder loosen, only to tense in mortification when he hears a crash and finds his two gigantic dogs pinning you to the ground, panting, licking, and slobbering all over your face as you squeal and flail.

“Off! Get off her!”

Megumi rolls his eyes in fond exasperation as the dogs whine at the harshness of his tone, bouncing back and forth from licking and nudging his hand for head pats to prove he’s not too angry (which he grants them) to giddily nuzzling their noses against your face, sniffing you curiously but barking happily when you get over your initial shock and begin to coo and pet them as you sit up.

You certainly don���t seem like a threat and Megumi allows himself to relax and observe you when he ascertains that you’re just a civilian who’s accidentally found themselves here. He hasn’t met many humans outside of the small circle of jujutsu sorcerers he’s been raised among and he can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia, a sense of what-ifs as he watches you, so carefree, so innocent, so naive as you pet and play with what you think are just two adorable dogs. He wonders if that’s what his life could have been like too if his parents were still around, if he’d never gotten entangled with Gojo, with the Zenin, with jujutsu sorcerers.

But he knows better than to dream, forced too early on to understand how heavy the weight of reality is and he brings himself back to the present. He offers you a hand to help you stand, apologizing for his dogs, although he snorts about how clearly not sorry they are as they continue circling between and around your legs, practically begging for more attention.

“You really shouldn’t be here. These are the school’s private grounds.”

Even Megumi winces at how harsh he sounds and he awkwardly rubs the back of his head as you flinch, frantically apologizing and looking like you’re about to run to be anywhere else but here.

“But if you want to stick around just for today while I’m here, that’s fine…”

He trails off, ducking his face underneath the high collar of his uniform to hide the red flush gracing his visage as you gratefully beam at him, eyes sparkling, smile radiant.

But the dogs boredly circling the two of you and tired of whining for attention are not nearly as enamored with your demeanor as Megumi and suddenly two heavy weights are leaping on Megumi’s back, forcing him to topple forward, bringing you down with him. And as your bodies crash to the ground, your lips meet.

Physical intimacy is not something Megumi has ever had the chance to become closely acquainted with, platonic or romantic. He freezes at how soft yet solid your lips are against his, your scent that wafts around him from your proximity, the warmth of your body beneath his. He’s been privy to quite possibly the world’s most stunning eyes, but as he gazes into yours, so close that it feels like your eyelashes will accidentally entangle, he vaguely thinks that Gojo’s eyes have nothing on yours.

But time isn’t frozen for all and the two of you yelp when wet tongues and furry heads join the two of you, the dogs whining for attention and to be included in what they think is just two human-sized dogs playing with each other. And embarrassed, the two of you gratefully scramble to take life’s easy way out, separating from each other and each grabbing one dog to coddle and distract yourselves with.

However even as adorable as they are, the dogs only partially take your minds off of what just transpired and your face heats as your fingers absentmindedly brush against your lips, remembering the comforting heat pressed against them. Megumi’s not faring much better as he subtly tries to glance at you between pets, ducking his flushed face beneath his collar once again when he accidentally catches you touching your lips, the action making his own lips tingle in pleasant memory.

But it’s more than just the physical, it’s an awakening of sorts. All his life Megumi has been raised with a sense of duty, of responsibility. Romance, love, those are all foreign concepts to him, concepts none of the adults or kids he grew up with, other than Yuta, cared for. And as much as he respects his senpai, he’s not sure if that’s necessarily the kind of love he wants for himself (no disrespect to the Queen of Curses).

He’s not saying this is love, it definitely isn’t...yet. It’s curiosity, attraction, interest at most. But he’s surprised by how much he craves it. He’s grown up associating love with pain, death, and loss. No one told him it could also be so freeing. No one told him how normal it would feel. No one told him that it would be the sprinkle of water and ray of sunlight he needed to help grow the cold bud that lay dormant in him after the loss of his father and Tsumiki.

For once he feels hope, feels like this might truly be a new beginning and as the little plant in his heart finally blossoms, he takes the initiative he’s avoided for so long, letting himself be greedy, letting himself believe that maybe, just maybe, there’s something more for him than exorcising curse after curse.

He asks you about your life, your family, your friends, your interests and then he does what he’s always done best. He listens, finding peace in the cadence and pitch of your voice, feeling his heart flutter as you grow more and more comfortable, becoming more animated as you tell him about your favorite foods, the school subject you struggle with the most, the plans you have coming up for your friend’s birthday. And in return he tells you about the father figure/older brother in his life who has a sweet tooth, the cheerful idiot who lives next to him, and the loud-mouthed female classmate who recently joined Jujutsu High.

But before he can continue on, trying to figure out what to leave out for now and how to sugar coat the rest, his eyes widen in surprise at how dark it’s gotten, how low the sun is in the sky. Quickly catching on to what’s caught his attention when you see him cut off mid-sentence and check the time on his phone, you sheepishly laugh, a hint of disappointment in the sound as you lament on having to part ways with the boy you’ve just met yet who’s somehow nestled a way into your heart.

“I guess I should be going. It’s getting late.”

“I’ll walk you to the train station.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as his tall lean form stands up with yours, a furry dog on either side of you as the four of you make your way out of the forest and down paved sidewalks. The two of you bask in these last moments together, something distressing twisting at your insides when you see the station up ahead, the feeling of finality settling heavily on your shoulders.

There’s already the bitter taste of farewell on Megumi’s tongue as the two of you stand in front of the station entrance, a taste he’s far too familiar with. But before he can utter a word, he’s startled by a bright screen being shoved in his face, eyes blinking in surprise as he stares at the empty contact form in front of him.

“You know...Umm...In case I want to trespass on private property again or if you want to go to that cat cafe I talked about earlier…”

Before you can make a fool of yourself any longer, long slender fingers are plucking the phone from your hands, and relief flows through you as you watch Megumi type his name and number in. There’s an extra bounce in your step when you gleefully take your phone back and he playfully rolls his eyes at the way you mischievously stick your tongue out at him when he lightly warns you not to just waltz onto Jujutsu High property without him as a guide.

And as you board the train, both of you exchanging farewells and even the dogs wagging their tails in their own silent form of goodbye, Megumi smiles down at the new text that appears on his screen, swiftly saving your contact before making his way back to the school.

Maybe he’d have to reconsider his aversion to exploring Tokyo.

#jujutsu kaisen fic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

[goldenshoyo]

Summary: You’ve always felt a connection to Kageyama Tobio, and he’s always taken advantage of that. Even knowing this, you can’t help but come to him each time he gives you the tiniest bit of attention.

Warnings: Mean and possessive Tobio, fem!reader, choking, degradation, finger sucking, 1 face slap, senpai kink, a sprinkle of angst, friends to lovers kinda, (let me know if I missed any)

Word count: 2.6k

A/n: This was supposed to be a short drabble but I uh couldn't stop writing so here we are with a full-length fic. Thank you so much @terushimooo for being my beta, I appreciate it and you sm <3 <3

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It’s ridiculous, you know that, looking down at your phone screen while the world comes to a halt. Whatever story your friend has begun telling, you couldn’t care less as you see his name pop up on your phone accompanied with the latest picture you snagged of him when he was sleeping after the last time you met up.

The way he makes you feel is dangerous. Ever since high school, whenever Kageyama Tobio beckoned, you would come crawling to him like an abused puppy; even when your friends begged you not to. He was clearly an addiction, and one you had no intention of seeking treatment for.

“Dude!” Your friend snaps at you. “Anyone there?” She dramatically taps on your forehead and you smack her hand away as the phone call ends, sending him to voicemail.

Fuck. He calls again, your phone vibrating on your lap again.

“Yeah, sorry. I just need to take this,” you tell her and excuse yourself from the table; ignoring the look she gives you as you go.

“Hello, Sorry-”

“Why didn’t you answer the first time I called?” The irritation cuts through you, instantly making you regret not excusing yourself earlier.

“Sorry, I was with a friend and needed a minute.”

“Okay. Anyway, I’m in town for a few days. Lucky for you, I’m free all day and night.”

You sigh, leaning against the brick wall of the coffee shop. “I have plans today. I can’t just abandon my friends, Tobio. I don’t know why-”

“Do you really have something better to do than letting me fuck you?” The chuckle that follows is dreadfully delicious.

“Why would you say that,” you spit back. “That’s so rude, Tobio. What’s gotten into you?” He’s always been like this, so you’re not sure why you ask.

“You know I’m right,” another laugh. “I’m in room 504 at the normal place. Oh! Wear that pretty little blue thing you had one last time. I liked it. See you in… let's say an hour?” He hangs up before you can answer.

You lock your phone, slipping it into your jacket pocket before going back to sit with your friend.

You can’t resist him, never passing up the opportunity to have him split you in half. It just feeds his ego, making him more forward and prone to taking advantage of your feelings for him. And, every single time, you let him.

“I suspect you’ll be leaving now?” She raises an eyebrow at you, the rest of her face looking exasperated and disappointed in you.

“Please,” you beg, “leave it alone.”

“Stop letting that man-child take advantage of you!” She says as you stand up. “This time at least make him buy you a fucking meal.” Her taunting laugh lingers as you walk out of the shop.

She’s right, you do need to stop putting him in front of anything else whenever he feels like popping back into your life. However, it doesn’t stop you from going home and slipping into the dark blue lingerie he mentioned, or fixing your hair and touching up your makeup that he’ll inevitably ruin and mock you for. How could you resist that? Every time you think about the smile on his lips while his thumb smears your mascara with your tears after making you choke on his cock, your thighs burn and your stomach fills with butterflies. It’s impossible to resist.

His location is still saved in your GPS from a few weeks ago. The Adlers always stay in the same hotel so you’ve never had to delete it. The burning between your thighs is embarrassing, but fueling your confidence.

In the past, you were a nervous wreck when it came to fucking Tobio, but after years and years of this same arrangement, you’ve finally become comfortable enough to never worry about it.

Parking in the guest lot, you lock your car and enter the lobby. You don’t see anyone you recognize, making it easier to hurry through to the elevator and to Tobio. Knocking on the door you anxiously wait for him to answer, hoping none of his teammates happen to pass by and see you waiting by his room again. It’s too many times to count.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbles as the door swings open and he pulls you in by your wrist, making you trip over your feet and into his chest.

“Fuck, at least I came here. You weren’t very nice to me on the phone,” you tell him before pushing yourself away.

“You didn’t answer me when I called. I was obviously irritated,” he shrugs pushing you back onto the bed so you’re sitting at the edge.

Letting your purse drop to the floor you remove off your jacket and toss it to the side as well. Tobio pulls his shirt off before kissing you and pushing you down against the bed fully. His bodyweight on yours feels so familiar and warm, you can’t help but moan already. It’s frustrating how your body reacts to him, clinging to him like he’s your life support when he’s around. You bite his bottom lip gently and he hisses before sliding his hands underneath your shirt. Feeling the lace beneath his fingers, he pulls away and smiles.

“Good girl,” he coos. You sit up to let him pull the shirt off your body, his lips attack your neck first. Making his way down your shoulder, and then your collarbone, you whine each time his teeth sink into your soft skin.

“Tobio, please,” you beg.

He’s not touching you as much as usual, and it’s infuriating. You’re aching for him, and you had hoped his irritation would have pushed past his liking of extended foreplay. Apparently, it’s just made him want to tease you more. The light pinches on your nipples between his thumb and forefinger barely do enough to perk them up.

“Why are you taking so long?” You reach out, palming him through his sweatpants and finding he’s already hard.

“Can you please shut up,” he growls, pushing you down by your shoulders and slipping his pants off. Sitting up on your elbows you smile seeing he’s decided to go commando for this. He rolls his eyes watching you gawk at him before stroking himself once.

“Tobio, please. Don’t make me beg for you.” You squeeze your thighs together before lifting your ass up enough to slip the shorts off your body. “I even wore your favorite set. Pretty please, Senpai.”

The smirk that takes over his previous unamused expression sets butterflies loose in your stomach. He always liked being called Senpai, even if he was just a year ahead of you. You can’t deny it also makes you feel something more, feeling dirty when you say it as he strokes his cock with his pretty hands.

“I like when you beg.” His free hand grips your thigh, squeezing tight and making you squirm. “But, you are being a little less annoying than usual. So,” he holds his middle and forefinger up to your lips and you part them for him. “Good girl.”

Sucking slowly and keeping eye contact with him, you let him force them in until you’re choking while squeezing your fists together so tight you think you might break the skin of your palm. He pulls them out and laughs, using your saliva to coat his cock.

“More,” you pout wanting to have his fingers in your mouth again. You’re not sure why you like it so much. But, something about the way it makes you feel so small and so below him, you crave that more and more each time. His hand connects with your cheek in one and your face stings before you feel warmth replace it.

“Just because I was nice once, doesn’t mean you get to start acting greedy no. Got it?” You nod, your fingers reaching up to touch the warm skin. “Now flip over, I’m getting impatient.”

You pull your loose shirt over your head as you turn over, elbows and forearms holding you up as Tobio slides your shorts off your body and pushes your thong to the side. He holds it there with his thumb, the rest of his fingers digging into your skin.

“Senpai!” You cry out while his fingers prod at your hole, thumb teasing your clit.

“Fuck,” he chuckles leaning over your body, breath teasing your neck. “You’re already soaking wet down here. I don’t think I need to prep you at all. What a treat,” he hisses the back of your neck before his fingers are replaced with the head of his cock.

It stings, stretching your walls with every inch until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. He holds your hips tightly, not moving. Sneaking a peek behind you, you see his head is falling back with his lips parted as he enjoys your tight warmth. Falling forward, you force him to start thrusting so he can get back inside of you fully. He’s always so rough, balls slapping against your cunt every time he thrusts.

He pushes down on your hip, and you remember the bruise from bumping into a counter corner at work. You whimper, the pain tolerable and making your body burn with ecstasy as he fucks you. He presses harder, this time you turn back to look at him and he looks irritated.

Only Kageyama Tobio could possibly look this miserable while fucking someone.

You roll your eyes and focus on the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your walls and hitting the bottom of your cervix. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, and of course, the almost comical sound of skin slapping. It’s fast, the first one always is. A mix of desperation and built-up tension destroying any sense of self-control he had before. The only thing that matters to him now is filling you up.

“G-gonna,” you cry out, “cum. Tobio please!”

He slaps your ass, hissing something that sounds like ‘it’s senpai’ through a moan. His erratic thrusting signals he’s close too. You clench around his cock when it hits that spot that always forces tears to brim around your eyes. You cum, crying out his name into the mattress while he fucks you harder, chasing his own orgasm. When he finally finished, he tightens his grip on your hips, grunting and holding you still against him before pushing you back and forth twice to milk out the rest of his high.

Throwing himself down onto the mattress beside you makes your body bounce before you crawl up closer to him. He’s warm, but not sweaty. His stamina is truly something he should be proud of. While you know this wasn’t long, it was intense. Anyone else would be tired by now. Your core aches at the thought of another round, but you savor the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his skin against your cheek while he strokes your hair as he mindlessly stares up at the ceiling of the hotel room.

“So,” he says awkwardly. The tone of his voice is different from usual. Normally he becomes softer, more willing to treat you like an actual person and not some piece of meat he uses to get off every time he makes it back home. “Who gave you that bruise?”

Turning to look up at him, you see he’s not breaking eye contact with the ceiling. He’s jealous.

“Who?” you giggle sitting up and poking his side. “What’s it matter?”

“Well,” he sighs through gritted teeth. “I’d like to know, that’s why it matters.”

“Who I fuck in my free time isn’t your business, Tobio.” You’re just teasing him, but it’s true. Why is he so concerned with what you do outside of this room? He’s never cared before.

“It is when you’re still fucking me.” He shouts, anger taking over and he rolls to his side before sitting up and getting off the bed. “You’re mine! I don’t know how you don’t have that through your thick skull already!”

Your mouth drops open with how intense he is now, looking at you with wild blue eyes and running his hands through his dark hair. His body is tense, no longer relaxed to be around you. He turns away, picking up his sweats and pulling them over his body. He’s still close enough to touch, but you’re hesitant.

He’s never shown this much interest in you beyond hooking up. You always assumed he was fucking others while away, even if he would call you at odd hours of the day when traveling, begging you to help him get off over the phone.

“If you don’t get that by now, we can’t keep doing this.” He turns back around, his cheeks turning pink and his eyes glossy. “You can go if you want.”

“Stop,” you grab his arm and pull him down closer to you. His face is right in front of yours, your noses nearly touching. “I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you. But, I can’t keep doing this if you’re going to keep yelling at me.”

“I won’t yell at you anymore.” He says softly, his cheeks a deeper pink now. “I’m sorry.”

He pulls away and you yearn for the closeness again. You hold onto his arm as he sits beside you, leaning your head on his shoulder. “The bruise in question is from hitting it on a counter at work a few days ago. I ran into the corner of it.”

“Idiot,” he scoffs, laughter following shortly.

“You’re the idiot who got jealous of a bruise.” You say softly, knowing not to push him too hard.

While he’s always put on this tough exterior, you see now it’s easy to crack through when he feels like he’s not the only one in your sex life.

“Whatever,” he looks down at you and kisses your forehead. “Don’t expect flowers and chocolates from me. But, just so you know, you’re the only one I’m seeing.” He tilts your chin up to make you look into his eyes. “I’d appreciate being the only one you’re seeing too.”

You sigh, pulling away. “I’m not promising you anything. It’s been this way for what, six years now? If you don’t want me to actually be your girlfriend, then you can’t control who I do and don’t fuck.”

“God fucking dammit,” he throws himself back against the bed. “Can you please work with me here? I’m really trying to ask you out, ya know?”

You frown, smacking his leg. “I’ve been working with you for few years. You could be nicer and more direct.”

“I’m not nice.” He spits back. “It’s not like you’re easy to read, either. You could act interested in me. You never call or text.”

“You never call or text me unless you want something!”

“It’s the only time I get your attention!”

You’re not sure why it happens, but you both start laughing. Laughing hard enough you double over on the bed, clenching onto your stomach. It’s ridiculous, you think, the way you both have been fighting this internal battle of what you want and what you pretend to want when you’re with one another.

“Well, since I have nothing better to do than let you fuck me…” you tease, “I guess I have nothing better to do than let you date me.”

#kageyama tobio smut #haikyu smut #kageyama tobio x reader #tobio kageyama smut #tobio kageyama x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut

[shinsouskitten]

Okay so hc’s of Hawks, Dabi, Bakugo, and Shinsou with an outta pocket s/o plz! She just oozes crackhead energy and says the most funniest most wildest shit. (Hawks:*teasing her* S/O: Ah, so you think cuz your balls drag across the floor, you got jokes huh? ☺️) Sis could come up with the most immaculate of roasts (S/O: Mineta, you waste of sperm! I will rip your spine outta your ass and make it into fine China before sending it to your parents 😡) and do the dumbest things just cuz she wants to (Monoma’s on his bullshit and S/O just suplexes him without saying a single word). Imagine their faces when she breaks the fourth wall a couple of times, says some freaky shit with a straight face, or she’ll just go “Nope” and jump out of a window with no hesitation (she don’t care how high the drop is, she heading out). Need them to be with someone who just has “I woke up and chose violence” energy.

I POSTED IT TO THE WRONG ASK 😭😭😭 i still have the other request saved on the actual document so at least i didnt completely fuck it up

still, im gonna go cry in a corner so brb

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i had a stroke reading this 😅

but like i read this out to my buddy @grapefantaenby and we both were like BRO I LOVE THAT, even if my writing of it is subpar at best lol

also that m*neta insult is actual perfection. might send it to my ex

Warnings: chaos, some swear words, m*neta exists 🤮

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Hawks/Keigo Takami: 

🍗 Keigo loves it

🍗 He especially loved when the two are you are partnered up, simply because of how terrified the villains are when they see you. You’re not even that scary, they just have no idea what you’re going to do

🍗 You could either decide your weapon of choice that day is a chair, or take a bag of popcorn from a nearby store and just sit there eating it while Hawks does his job (heroes don’t steal so Keigo always makes sure to go back to the store and pay for you if you forget)

🍗 He’s used to you jumping out of random windows. He was absolutely terrified the first time, and jumped straight after you to catch you, but now he just sends a bunch of his feathers to make sure you make it to the ground safely 

🍗 You don’t bend over and accept everything the commission asks you to do, and it’s quite common for them to demand that Hawks keep an eye on you to ensure you don’t get into too much trouble. It’s also quite common for you to just walk out mid meeting with a middle finger to the rest of the conference room and a scream that you want food

🍗 The fourth wall breaks. Oh God the fourth wall breaks. Hawks literally just stand there like ‘what the fuck’ when you turn to an empty piece of sidewalk and mutter something about villains being too hot for their own good (legit thinks for a moment you mean temperature-wise, but is still confused anyway)

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Dabi/Touya Todoroki:

💙🔥 Oh boy. If there’s one thing that gets on Dabi’s nerves it’s chaotic individuals. He deals with Toga and Twice on a daily basis, so you’d think he’d know how to tone out the craziness. Alas, he does not

💙🔥 Sometimes he wants to throw you against the wall and just tell you to shut up for a goddamn second, and other times he wants to praise you for showing some low level villain that the league was not to be messed with. Maybe you did it with an insult about his mother, but it still worked, and the villain left you with an apology quickly enough

💙🔥 Not that Dabi would ever actually tell anyone that he thought they did a good job, so he usually just ignores you, attempting to stay out of your way (he also doesn’t really want you to insult his mother)

💙🔥 Eventually he becomes more accustomed to your… uniqueness, and occasionally you actually manage to get a half smile from him with one of your numerous insults aimed towards Shigaraki. They can get pretty creative

💙🔥 If Dabi is ever at odds with the rest of the league for some reason (there’s not really a reason, he’s just being Dabi), they - usually mom Kurogiri - sends you in an attempt to cheer him up. If you don’t manage to cheer him up, you still manage to annoy him enough to force him back to the rest of them. Either way it works out

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Katsuki Bakugou:

💥 ‘Wow you’re annoying’ is the first thing Bakugou thinks when he meets you (he should meet himself) so he plans to just ignore you. After all, he’s not there to make friends. He’s there to be the best hero

💥 Annoyingly, even with your naturally chaotic energy, you still manage to stay right on his toes. That’s what finally gets him to notice you (notice me senpai), and to his frustration, you’re barely even trying to beat him, and yet you manage to remain hot on his heels

💥 He’s surprised you’re not suspended from all the shit you pull, but you always manage to get yourself out of trouble one way or another. Even if that way is jumping out of a second story window and claiming they can’t kick you out when you’re injured (how that actually works he has no idea)

💥 He’s wanted to throw a chair at that stupid copycat Monoma since he first met him, so when you actually throw a chair at the guy, Bakugou laughs. Like really laughs. Kirishima thought he might’ve been possessed for a moment, but Monoma’s expression when he finally got back up was priceless

💥 It takes a while but he slowly manages to respect your skill as a hero - as much as King Explosion Murder can respect anyone. And even though your personality is… unusual, you’re not Deku, so he can deal with you

💥 Besides, anyone who can and will suplex Monoma without any warning is a worthy friend for him

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Hitoshi Shinsou:

💜 The first time he met you, you were screaming like a banshee running through the halls of school, chasing after a small purple speck some way off in the distance. He didn’t get involved

💜 He saw you next being held apart from Bakugou with help from Aizawa’s scarf. You were screaming again, but this time at least you sounded human. He heard something about an ‘angry pomeranian’ before he decided to leave you to it

💜 You’re part of 1A, so Shinsou doesn’t pay you much mind other than the infuriating need to prove himself to everyone that ever doubted him. He’s surprised when you don’t act like the others in your class, and first gets to talk to you after you barrel into him in the hallways mid lesson (you were both skipping so he didn’t call you out on it)

💜 He asked if you were okay, and your exasperated response of ‘Bakugou’ explained enough for him. You sat together for a while. Okay, you refused to get up from the floor. He got tired of standing and decided to join you

💜 You get your first smile from him after you’re almost caught by a teacher looking for you, when you grab his hand and make a mad dash to a darkened classroom currently unused by anyone else

💜 Your first laugh comes when you flip off Denki after he tried one of his many pickup lines on you. The blond’s reaction was great, and Shinsou couldn't help but chuckle at how you managed to twist Denki’s pickup line into some distorted insult to his… nether regions

💜 Your chaos is a nice contrast to how nonchalant Shinsou usually is. You bring some much needed joy to the purple haired insomniac, and he helps to calm you down when your usual energy might be unneeded in certain situations. You know what they say; opposites attract

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fic #boku no hero art #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #mha x reader

[tainted-wine]

I didn’t apply all of these descriptions but these are the main three I had in mind while writing this. How did I attract so many fans of the crusty boi? Either way, welcome to the club!

Words: 1.5k (how the hell did that happen there’s barely any sex)

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The website didn’t explain what the “LOVER” cheat does. Probably unlocks a deleted path that didn’t make it into the official game. Or maybe he just gets a head-start on his Affection progress with you at the very beginning. Or maybe it doesn’t do shit – that could be why there’s no explanation.

Well, now that he knows how to do it, it wouldn’t hurt to test it himself. Shigaraki absently scratches at the irritated skin on his neck as he boots up the game. The directions were fairly simple and easy to remember.

1. Start a brand new file.

Ugh, he despises games that hold only one save file. It’s not like a visual novel holds up much space. What if you want different files in order to experiment with different choices? It doesn’t matter in his case anyway; he 100% completed the game months ago. With no regrets, his original game was deleted and a new one began.

> What is your name?

He might as well stick with the one he used last time.

‘SHIGGY-SENPAI’

The introduction cutscene began, the protagonist going on about the new town he just moved into. Pretty by-the-books, as far as romance openings go.

2. Finish the intro. Once you meet Y/N, go to the menu. 

After skipping through a bunch of fluffy dialogue, you finally appear in all of your cute glory. Once you’re done introducing yourself, Shigaraki brings up the main menu.

3. Type in “LOVER”

Just like that? Alright then...

Right after inputting the final letter, a sparkly ping sound straight out of a magical girl anime could be heard, and that was it. Okay...it sounds like he did it correctly.

When he returned to the game, his success was much more evident. You were staring directly at the screen - almost through the screen - with a glowing expression he’s never seen. Each and every one of your reactions have been seared into his brain after so many hours of gameplay. This was new.

“You...do you really mean that, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

What? Voice acting? Though you did say his name pretty stiffly, as expected when a computer tries to pronounce custom text, but what the hell? Why would this be hidden as a cheat?

“But it’s so soon, and I’m not very experienced...” You blushed and shyly twiddled your fingers.

Oh.

“But I already trust you, and I want you too.”

Oh.

It’s that kind of path.

A hidden adult route. Shigaraki really likes that, even though this would’ve had a much stronger impact if it happened on his original file, the one where he was fully bonded to you. Sucks that he needs a fresh file in order to fuck you.

Shit, he’s not even prepared for this. Maybe he should go grab the lotion and a couple of tissues, assuming that this special scene will make for pretty decent fap material.

But the dialogue continued automatically. You creeped closer to the screen as you gushed about your feelings for him. “I want to make love to you forever and ever!”

You were getting really close, and with a show of impressive animation, your hand reached out to touch the fourth wall...

And the screen began to distort and ripple.

What the fuck?

“I just can’t wait to feel your amazing cock.” Your fingers began to phase through the fucking computer screenWHAT THE FUCK?!

“Take me, SHIGGY-SENPAI!”

Just like that, a full-sized bitch materialized out of the game and onto his lap, nearly toppling his gamer chair.

Even in the darkness of his room, your eyes shined brightly as they studied his pale face. “You’re even more handsome up close!”

Shigaraki was still too stunned to even respond to the rare compliment. Only when you began to pull down his pants did he finally find his voice again.

“Wha–ah–who the–hey!” He knows that he shouldn’t be afraid of a hottie touching his cock but ooooh shit she’s already stroking him.

“Ah, you’re so big!” You stared at his untouched manhood in awe, watching him become more erect after every pump of your soft hand.

“Fuck, am I?” He gasped.

“Mmhmm! And I bet you’re really tasty too!” You say before he’s suddenly engulfed with the very real warmth of a mouth.

Fuck fuck fuck he isn’t gonna last. He was ready to jerk off, not actually get his dick sucked. It feels more amazing than he ever imagined, your tongue working along his sensitive flesh, and those lips sucking at him so eagerly.

When his hand grabs the top of your head, he realizes too late that all five of his fingers are tangled in your hair.

You nearly fall over from how suddenly Shigaraki rolls back in his chair. You look shocked, confused, and...very much not a pile of dust.

“What’s wrong, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

He looked at his hands, then at you, then at his hands again.

Then he takes hold of your face and shoves you back into his groin, because he can touch you, he can touch another fucking living thing without any worries about completely destroying it. Must be some crazy logic about you being data from a videogame or something. He doesn’t care, he’s so horny, feels so good having his cock so far down a hot tight throat, he just might burst...

Wait, he might have just done exactly that.

“Ah, shit,” he watches you pull back and swallow with the most satisfied grin.

“That was quick, SHIGGY-SENPAI!” You really need to stop saying his name like that. It’s fuckin’ weird. “I didn’t even get to feel you inside me.”

“Shut up,” the mixture of emotions he’s been experiencing ever since your ass crawled out of the screen like a girl in a cursed video is starting to piss him off. He’s so insulted and thankful that this fictional bitch gave him his first blowjob and made him nut in the span of sixty seconds. “Just give me a few minutes.” 

A few knocks on the room’s door startles both of you.

“Tomura, the Vanguard Action Squad is ready to move out.”

Shit!

“I’ll be out in a damn minute, Kurogiri.” Shigaraki moves to get out of his seat, only to be stopped by his new partner.

Your sparkly puppy eyes are so grossly cute, yet it has his dick twitching again already. “Are you leaving me already, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

“Quit saying my name in all caps.”

“Okay, ˢʰᶦᵍᵍʸ⁻ˢᵉⁿᵖᵃᶦ.”

“Not like that. I can barely hear it.”

“How about SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

He slaps a hand over your mouth. “Just stop saying my name.”

A much harsher knock rocks the old door. “Hey, you ugly bastard,” That sounded like the Dabi asshole. “The hell are you doing in there? Jacking off to anime girls?”

Shigaraki scoffed. When’s the last time that burnt Stain fanboy got his dick sucked?

As much as he wants to join in on terrorizing the brats at U.A, he really wants to get laid today.

“Just go without me!” He yells through the walls. He nearly misses your muted squeak of joy.

“Eh?” Hearing Dabi’s annoyed muffled voice was pretty amusing. “You’re just gonna sit on your ass in your room while we do the work?”

The villain’s retort catches in his throat when you take his hand and begin to slowly lick at his fingers, all while pinning him with an innocent gaze.

“Your fingers are so pretty,” You whispered.

It’s so difficult to pay attention to the words being uttered outside of the room while his hands are being placed on your chest. BOOBS.

“Please trust Tomura. I’m sure he has faith in you all handling this mission on your own,” Kurogiri tries to explain. Shigaraki knows him well enough to know that he’s probably irritated as well, but there are titties in his hands so who gives a fuck.

Dabi releases an exasperated groan. “I knew this whole League of Villains thing was bullshit. Shouldn’t have bothered.”

Shigaraki slows his exploration of your breasts to shout, “If I make you the leader of the mission, will you shut up?”

“......Yes.”

“Well, I pronounce you leader of the Vanguard Action Squad. I’ll even give you a Nomu. Have fun.” The two of you are rushing to lift your shirt off for better access to your skin.

“Fuck yeah,” Dabi’s voice is still fairly close. The sooner he pisses off, the better. “I can probably pull this off better than you, anyway. Come on, psycho girl, we’re gonna go round up everyone else.”

Toga can be heard squealing excitedly as they both step away and finally give him his privacy back. You look absolutely lovestruck by the entire exchange.

“You gave up an important mission just for me? You really do love me!” 

He just rolled his eyes and lowered his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, enjoying your sounds of delight.

He can’t wait for the next time he faces those stupid heroes. He’ll be smarter, stronger, and can even tell them that he got his dick wet.

Oh, the collapse of hero society is going to be glorious.

#asks #Tomura Shigaraki #smut #aaahhh i feel like i don't write shiggy well #oh well

[dreamii-yume]

I know his birthday is close, but

Cock sucking manipulative senpai Vil

Cock sucking manipulative senpai Vil

It seems like it's a trend amongst the third year birthday crumbs why stop a nice pattern

Yume’s a kinkii motherfucker, ya’ll know that, right? Darlings? (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Splendid, HOPE YA’LL LIKE SOME DICC MILK ON YOUR CRUMBS HAHA.

“Oh, my...Are you already done?” The hairs on your body stood on its end as soon as you heard Vil’s cold voice. You back straightened up out of instinct as you slowly dragged your mouth off your senior’s still hardened, seemingly unsatisfied dick. Aesthetically pleasing to look at and well-taken care of, exactly what you expect from Vil himself, but was extremely difficult to please. You started wondering if you’re really cut out for this job, or why you’re even here in the first place. “That’s quite the boring performance you gave me there, Darling.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, grimacing at the lingering taste of his precum on your tongue. You didn’t know how many times Vil had told you to suck him off over and over again, but just by the milky white substance dripping down your jaw and probably some in your hair as well since they feel so damped, you guessed it’s been quite a while. “...I-I just can’t, anymore...” His harsh criticism struck a nerve in your feeble little heart, mocking you for doing a terrible job on something that you weren’t really an expert on doing.

Embarrassment filled your core as you began wanting more than to stood up from where you were placed and walk away, but you can’t. Not when your hands are bounded tightly behind your back like this, your shaking knees can’t even carry you more than five meters away. They were but an incredibly soft strings of fabric, yet shows no signs of loosening up no matter how much you struggle against it. Obviously, it was something that Vil purposely chose himself, since the traditional ropes would’ve caused unwanted abrasions on your skin.

Despite knowing that however, you instinctively tugged on your restraints as some sort of defense mechanism against Vil’s condescending glare. “...I-I did what you asked, r-right...? Multiple times, actually…Surely, you must be satisfied no-“

“You must be so full of yourself to think something as pathetic as that can ever satisfy me.” You flinched as Vil raised his voice as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and leaned closer to your face, enough to see your frightened expression. “Do tell me, what part of that was satisfying, huh?”

“You’re too dependent on your hands, so I binded them away. I was hoping that by doing that, you’d make the effort to do better with just your mouth, but all you gave me was disappointment, Dear.” He spoke without hesitation, drilling onto your head your flaws and imperfections. “Why do you shy away from using your tongue, I wonder? You should have the natural talent, and yet you barely used it at all. Don’t you see how wasteful you’re being right now?”

He gave out an exasperated sigh, having the audacity to act like he’s the one having the hardest time and not you. “Don’t think I didn’t see how you never swallow either.” He scowled. “You try to distract me by holding my seed inside your mouth like a chipmunk, but in the end, you spit them right back out. How rude.”

“T-That’s...” You tried to defend yourself, but stopped when he let go of your hair, patting them a bit to flatten some strands that’s been sticking out.

“Enough, it’s fine. I don’t need your excuses.” He said as his hand reached for something on a nearby desk, giving you a mesmerizing view on how long they really are. However, upon glancing down at you and seeing your pitiful expression, eyebrows scrunched up together and in the verge of tears, his eyes did soften up a bit. “...But I understand, you’re still my adorable little potato right now so, I don’t expect you to reach a professional level any time soon.”

You heard him giggle, which caught your attention and looked up at him, only to see an amused smirk formed in his lips. “So, I’ll just have to train you more until then.” He said, licking his lips seductively as you widened your eyes once you saw that particular item in his hand. “Be grateful, Honey.”

Once he saw you starting to recoil back nervously despite your restrictions, Vil grabbed you by the back of the head. “...You’ll do that for me, right? After all, it is my special day.” He cunningly whispered out as he revealed his special item close to you; a mouth-opening device. You let out incomprehensible, protesting noises as he forcibly clanked them onto your mouth, attaching them from the back of your head until it gave a satisfying click as a lock. Your jaw tightened, not used to having your gums pried open this far wide.

Content with being on his two legs alone, Vil chuckled down at you, who looked back at him fearfully. You tried to talk to him, to try and beg your way out of this, only to end up releasing panicked meekly sounds as drool began to drip down your jaw. “How adorable, keep making sounds like that and I might end up confusing you for a livestock that’s about to be slaughtered.” He mocked as he grabbed both the sides of your head as soon as you started shaking your head in defiance. “...You’re completely at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Open your teeth for me.” His dominating voice demanded, making your body weaker than it already is. His sharp glare didn’t leave your teeth clattering against each other for too long, you soon opened a trembling entrance for his excited dick to pass through. He chuckled at your obedience, despite the hesitance and sense of unwillingness expressed through your actions. “...That’s a good girl.”

You let out one last squeal as he wasted no time in practically shoving his whole shaft inside your awaiting mouth hole. Closing your eyes shut, you desperately tried to ignore your activating gag reflex as you felt him rub against the roof of your mouth. He was long and thick enough to have you chocking as he hit the back of your throat. You already had many instances where Vil ‘trains’ you to take him more confidently like this, but you just don’t believe that this was something that you can get used to in a short-time period. But you were sure he’d be disappointed again if you don’t try your best though and you didn’t want to start over again.

Vil sighed slightly as you nervously began to use your tongue to increase his pleasure in-take, hoping that coating him with your own saliva could make his thrusts a little less rough. Thankfully, it seemed like it was the correct decision to make as you practically heard him give out a smirk, his hands staying on your head as he moved his hips back and forth. Gurgled sounds came out of you as he repeatedly knocked on the back of your throat, saliva already slipping out of your strained lips. “...That’s right, you’re doing better now than before, you learn fast too…I like this part of you, it’s endearing.” Vil praised you as a way to encourage you on your efforts even more. “See? I knew you had this in you.”

Giggling, his thrusts began to transitioned in a more fast-paced, harsh kind of way all the while grabbing a fistful of your hair as a lever. Your teeth grazed against the base of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure in Vil’s system that could drive any man crazy. Luckily, his self-control isn’t all that weak-willed, though that’s not to say that he didn’t want it. He could at least say that it was addicting, some kind of pleasure button that he wanted to abuse constantly and bring himself to cum just by your salivating mouth alone. But he had stamina and he could go on forever if he so desired, forever locked onto the warmth of your mouth without necessarily cumming.

However, despite all of that, Vil knew better not to take too much advantage of his new-found enjoyment that it is your mouth hole. It’s not fun to play with a broken toy after all, you’re a pretty little thing too so that would be too wasteful. “I think it’s about time, Love.” Vil whispered, but you only ended up squealing in surprise with your eyes going as wide as saucers as he buried himself inside you in suffocating manner. “Make sure to take it all in, okay?”

Inhaling through your nose, you gasped out a choke as you felt his hot, thick semen exploding from inside your mouth. It filled up space really quick, since there wasn’t really any to begin with and slipped down your jaw. Most importantly, you felt the stream-like substance flowing down your throat and into to your esophagus, filling your stomach up without even trying. You whimpered once you realized that his ejaculation period had finally stopped after a while, but he kept a strong hold against the back of your head. “No, I’m not gonna pull out yet.” Vil strictly said, staring down at your teary, begging eyes. “I did say to take it all in, right? As long as there’s still cum that you have yet to swallow, I’m not pulling out.”

His eyes were testing you, mocking you to do better for yourself but you knew deep down that no matter what you do, he’ll still get the upper hand regardless. Still, you couldn’t just hang around bounded in the floor like this with his twitching dick in your mouth, your jaw is killing you. So, with a heavy heart, you tried to swallow what was left inside your mouth, even going as far as licking the head of his dick to rid it off some remaining semen. You felt disgusting, like you’ve really downgraded yourself into a sex slave, a pig, only for Vil’s personal use. You’re not quite sure on how to get out of this predicament afterwards, or even if it’s possible to do so.

As if he already knew that his dick was licked clean and cum completely swallowed by you, he slowly pulled out, dragging your saliva in a messy fashion. A thin bridge of it was connected to the head, a clear evidence that you even tried licking him off and it really stirred the embarrassment in the bottom of your stomach. You whimpered as he even had the audacity to place his wet dick on your cheek, dragging some disgusting fluids across your skin by practically slapping you with it. Soon, you heard Vil chuckle and flinched as it turned into a full-blown laughter, like a wicked queen when her everything goes according to her plan. He placed a hand on your head, patting you like a pet for a job well-done.

“Haa...That was amazing, Honey. You certainly made my day, thank you.” He said with a smile, surprisingly not a mocking one or a smirk for that matter but a genuine grateful smile. It made your stomach churn to see he could still smile like that despite what he just made you do. “Now, it’s just common sense to give you a well-deserved reward now, right? You’ve done such a good job after all~!”

He then pulled away from you, giving you a sense of relief that everything was over, that you don’t have to do any more humiliating things but...It was odd, if his so-called ‘training’ is already over, why was he not releasing you out of your binds? Your jaw is cramping from your mouth being spread open like this that it was really starting to hurt real bad. Somehow, you didn’t like where this ‘reward’ was gonna go.

Vil came back with a generous slice of his own birthday cake, carefully cut with its beautiful edible decorations still in-tact. There weren’t a single crumb on the plate, suggesting how clean the slice really was. He was smiling and you thought you saw his cheeks pinker than usual, but that could just be his make up like always. It’s kinda out of place and bizarre to see him getting flustered now of all times anyway. With a fork, he cut a piece of cake and slowly brought it close to you.

“Say ‘aah’, Darling.” You were confused at first, not trusting his all of a sudden act of kindness. He still has the mouth-opener clasped onto your gums; how does he expect you to eat that? However, just when you thought to give up trying to make sense of the situation and actually lean closer to let the delicious piece of cake enter your open mouth, Vil stopped. “Oh—“

You flinched as his eyes focused on your jaw and you panicked, wondering what it is. He then smiled eventually, but one that is clearly laced with mischief. “...You missed a spot.” He said, as his long finger traced over a line from your jaw to the one side of your lips. Lifting up his finger in front of you showed a small, yet thick bits of cum that escaped you earlier. “You shouldn’t waste such nourishment, Darling~”

Then, to your utmost shock and disgust, he scraped off the semen on the piece of cake that he was about to feed you. It joined along the other ingredients of the food in a scarily well manner, as if that tinge of white had already been one of the decorations from the start. You were left speechless, but Vil only smirked at your reaction, seemingly finding extreme enjoyment in your cute shocked face. “Alright...” You flinched, physically retracting away but can’t really go any far than you already are now as he brought the fork closer to your open mouth. “I’ll say it again.”

“Say ‘Aah’~”

Is it obvious? IS IT OBVIOUS that Euphoria is affecting the way I’m writing right now? Because YES, it is affecting me so bad OMG— I need to get it out of my system because I can just TELL that this will affect me in the future too lol

Vil reminded me of Nemu and I’m— *sob* I thought I was sinful, but Euphoria is traumatizing—

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[charming-2d-boys]

hello, Bomi-senpai～! may i request number 29 for Hisoka?

i'm so sorry i can't think some details for this but this prompt kinda cute tbh😚 also i'm very close halfway to finish the 'thing' and all i need is the other 'thing'😉🤫 anyway have a nice day/evening～!💖

Hey! Of course you can and don't worry, it really is cute 😆

I can't wait! Good luck and thank you for requesting! I hope you'll like it! 🙇💕

8. “Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

34. “I’m not buying Ikea furniture again.”

A/N: Again, I had an idea and I just had to combine them, hopefully it’s not too OOC. Also, Hisoka and IKEA? Man's already on his way to getting married then 😂 This is what I mean:

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  “Hisoka! Come on already! We don’t have all day!” You yelled as you looked in the mirror again before turning towards the bedroom, where your boyfriend stepped out from, clad in only a pair of boxers and with a towel in had that he used to dry his hair.

   “Relax, lovely~ I’m almost done. ♠️” Your eyebrow rose at his words. He usually took longer than you when it came to getting ready to go out. Hisoka smiled playfully before going back into the bedroom and coming out a few seconds later in a pair of jeans. He spun around, as if asking you how he looked, grin ever present on his lips.

   “I appreciate the progress, but, umm, how should I say this... Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!” You sounded exasperated already and you hated how easily Hisoka could make you feel like you were going crazy. Well, it always seemed to amuse him.

   “No need to get so impatient, darling~ ♦️” Again, he left you, laughing as he went to look for a shirt that would go well with the rest of his style. With the makeup and hair, it took another 15 minutes. “Are you done, princess?” The sarcastic words made Hisoka laugh before he bowed.

   “Why, yes, my little prince~ ♠️” You could almost strangle him, but decided to just take his hand in yours instead and leave already. Hisoka’s eyes seemed to sparkle when you finally entered the shopping centre and you couldn’t be happier to finally get this done with.

   “Oh, let’s go there first!” This time, Hisoka’s smile dipped down a bit and he almost wanted to tug in the opposite direction.

   “I’m not buying Ikea furniture again. ♣”

   “Hisoka, you broke my bedframe.”

   “We broke the bedframe~ ♥️️” You were so ready to let go of his hand and leave him there, but Hisoka only laughed before tugging you into his arms, giving you a warm hug as you both remembered the moment you heard the crack and the thud that followed as you both fell at the same time as the mattress.

   “You owe me, buddy, and you’re paying for it.” Your boyfriend only smirked before the both of you left towards the respective aisle. Since you already knew the size of the mattress and of your old bedframe, it was easy to find what you were looking for and even have them delivered at your home. Of course, you had to buy just a few more things because why not? Hisoka was paying, willingly. And he’d use everything as well, so it was only fair.

   A few hours later, with the groceries and the furniture - in pieces - in your living room, you set about putting everything edible in place - dinner would come soon anyway. Hisoka took the furniture pieces to their respective places, easily setting them up. By the time you were done in the kitchen, you had decided to go to Hisoka and see how he was doing before starting dinner. You barely held your laughter when you saw Hisoka sitting on the floor, surrounded by the furniture pieces and trying to put them together.

   “Having trouble there, babe?” You asked as you leant against the doorframe, smiling. It was both endearing and funny. You could see the instructions were thrown somewhere nearby.

   “Nope, I’ll be done in a minute. ♠️” You could only shake your head. Why did he refuse to look over the instructions? Did he really want to seem as if he knew what he was doing?

   “Why don’t you look over the instructions?”

   “I don’t need them. ♣”

   “I hope you won’t use Bungee Gum to put this together.”

   “I don’t need to. ♣” You sighed. Hisoka could be so childish sometimes. He was lucky you loved him. You watched him for a few more moments, debating on what to do. You had picked up the instructions, reading them carefully and looking occasionally at what your boyfriend was doing. When you heard Hisoka hiss as one of his fingers got caught in between two pieces, you finally stepped in.

   “How about you take a break? Go and wash your hands first and then tell me what you want to eat, so I can cook or call for takeout.” Hisoka huffed, a bit frustrated, but grinned at you when he turned around, kissing you briefly before going to the kitchen first, probably to drink some water and assess what was in the fridge now.

   Knowing that he’d be busy for a bit, you sat down and started putting the furniture pieces together, being careful not to get any splinters or hurt in any way. Now that you’d read the instructions, it was easier to visualise everything and put it together without too many problems. You still kept the paper close, though. Just in case.

   You had been so focused on your task that when you were done and stood up, you felt Hisoka’s arms around you, both of you looking at your result.

   “What do you think?” You asked, leaning your head against his shoulder and looking up at him.

   “How is my wife more badass than me? ♥️️” You laughed loudly, both because of what he had said and because he had called you his wife. It was an interesting idea, considering the fact that Hisoka seemed to be a bachelor for life.

   “Following the instructions makes me badass?”

   “You certainly impressed me with those skills~ You seem to know what to do with your hands~ ♦️” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and ears as Hisoka’s face nuzzled into your neck, pressing kisses as his hands hugged you tighter.

   “Also, your wife? I don’t remember us getting married, Hisoka~” You teased, trying to get back at him. Maybe he’d said it by accident?

   “Yet. ♥️️” You stared at him in shock as he smiled, fingers going under your shirt and caressing the skin. When he didn’t laugh at you or tell you that it was a joke or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t smile in that wicked, teasing way... You hid your face in your hands, groaning and whining about how he’d be the death of you one day. Which made Hisoka laugh and pepper you in kisses. Going to Ikea together really did make you seem like a married couple, huh?

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[aquatik]

phone numbers

pairing: hisashi kinoshita x reader

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff

warnings: fem!reader, some cursing

“hitoka-chan, could you help me with the bottles please?” kiyoko asked while carrying two crates of empty bottles.

“r-right!” the blonde responded, taking two other crates of empty bottles.

the two managers were currently getting the gym ready for the practice match that was about to take place. this was the match that the team has been waiting for. another match against date tech. being formidable rivals for the karasuno volleyball team,this would be their last practice match before heading to spring nationals. the team had to make this count.

“is everyone warmed up? remember how tough they were as our opponents back at the preliminaries, and they are bound to be tougher now.” ukai’s words reverberated through the gym while some of the members were just finishing their stretching.

“yeah, we are coach,” daichi confirmed, a chorus of agreement resounding after.

“you know kinoshita, you should be ready,” ennoshita commented.” “coach might sub you in to serve.”

“what? no way,” the light-colored brunette scoffed in disbelief, “if he needed a good pinch server, suga or tadashi would be a better choice.”

“you know kinoshita, have more confidence in your serving. you have enough confidence to shit talk us, so why not project that into serving?” tanaka gruffly added as he swung his arm around the now startled kinoshita.

“yeah! even i haven’t been able to pick up some of your serves hisashi,” nishinoya chimed in as he walked up to them.

“alright, alright, i get it, shut up now,” kinoshita grumbled in defeat as he pushed tanaka off him. laughter ensued until they heard hinata shout, “they’re here!”

the date tech volleyball team walked into the gym, including their two managers.

“mai-senpai, y/n-chan do you need help with that?” koganegawa asked while shuffling back and forth.

“for the last time koganegawa, i am in the same grade as you!” you shouted at the tall setter.

“right, right, sorr- SHOYO!! TSUKI!!” his attention immediately snapped to the two players as soon as he spotted them in the gym, taking off after the two and abandoning your conversation..

“and you’re telling me i’m the one that can calm him down, captain?” you pointedly looked over at futakuchi with a raised eyebrow.

“you've accomplished more than most of us y/n-chan,” he responded, cruelly mimicking what koganegawa had addressed you as.

sighing, you make your way inside and help set everything down. afterward, you walked to where the managers and coaches for the karasuno team were and thanked them for having your team over. before making your way back to your team, you waved towards a group of players on the other team.

“flirting with the opponents, y/n?” the libero of your team, sakunami teased when you returned with their filled water bottles.

“oh, shut up,” you scowled as a familiar blush creeped sneakily onto your face.

“oh i know you aren’t hiding something from your best friend,” he continued, carrying emphasis on the last few words. “is it still the number seven from karasuno?”

“yeah, and if it is?” you asked while walking ahead, not caring if you left sakunami behind.

“nothing, it’s cute. just don’t let the captain know.”

“yeah, i know. okay, i’m leaving you for aone-san now.”

“should've known.” he laughed as you walked away. “get his number!” he yelled as you waved him off, already knowing the answer after all.

“here they are,” ennoshita sighed, knowing this would be an exhausting yet beneficial day.

“the pretty managers! wait, no! kiyoko we’re sorry!” tanaka and nishinoya cried in unison when they noticed kiyoko, falling to their knees almost comically.

“tanaka, nishinoya, get up. you guys have a game.” kiyoko walked past with her head held high without so much a glance their way..

“YES!”

“imbeciles, i tell you..” kinoshita sighed as he stretched his neck.

“you’re one to talk, kinoshita,” narita quickly rebutted.

“yeah if i recall, you were staring at the first-year manager,” ennoshita softly taunted as they slowly crept up on kinoshita.

“guys it's not that big of a deal; she’s just really pretty, t-that's all.”

“is my kouhai developing a crush?” sugawara sweetly chimed in as he walked up to the group. he had the intention of telling tanaka and noya to get up but stayed for the possibility of kinoshita liking someone.

“suga-san! it’s nothing like that..”

“oh, it so is! we saw how you were looking at her in the prelims.” sugawara pointing at him, almost as an accusation.

“okay okay, it is! i don’t even know her that well!” kinoshita said, putting his hands up at sugawara’s targeting accusation.

“ask for her number! or ask her on a date–actually, do both.” narita encouraged.

“oh wait, don’t tell me you’re scared or something?” ennoshita mocked further, setting no end to their ridicule.

“oh shut up! i don’t need you guys telling me something i was already going to do!” he yelled at the pair that was laughing, which soon ceased when he started pinching their arms.

“ow ow ow! we get it! sugawara-san!”

“not my turf boys,” he said as walked away from the second years.

“sugawara-san get back here!” kinoshita shouted to the gray-haired setter.

“you can’t do this to your mother, young man!”

“suga what-“

“kinoshita!” daichi yelled.

“sorry!” he shouted back while making his way back to the second years.

the certain manager he had been looking at had gone to talk to the managers and coaches. by the time he got back, the rest of the second years went back to talking, with the occasional teasing. he turned to face forward where she was walking by. she stopped for a second to wave at them and then keep walking. kinoshita’s face turned pink at the cheeks, so the teasing intensified.

the matches had started, you were standing with the players on your team, watching the players currently on the court. even though you were concentrated on the ongoing match, your eyes couldn’t help but wander over where the player wearing the yellow number seven vest was. of course, sakunami would always call you out on it to which you would slap him.

on the 8th set, karasuno’ some team had decided to call in a pinch server. who you saw was the infamous number seven that had been on your mind for the past months. kinoshita served twice. the first scored one point, the other went out. you heard your coach say something along the lines of “we need to work on our receives.” you could only muster a small “yeah.”

back to karasuno’s side, before kinoshita went up to serve he had been looking away from coach ukai as if he knew he was going to call a server. to his dismay, he called him. he went up for his serves, scoring one and hitting one out. he walked back and ukai called him,

“kinoshita.”

“y-yes coach?”

“next time you hide from me, i’m making you sit next to me the whole time. otherwise good job.”

“right...thank you.”

after the matches, you hesitated for a second before walking up to karasuno’s number seven. he was drinking water and talking to his teammates.

“huh? where did y/n go?” futakuchi asked as he looked around, a towel on his neck.

“oh so she actually is going to,” sakunami said while stretching his wrists.

“what do you mean?” koganegawa asked.

“just watch,” is all sakunami said.

“dude, call me crazy but i think the manager is walking over here kinoshita,” ennoshita gasped quietly, voice dropping to a hush. he slightly nudged his friend forward, “well, now’s your chance.”

“ennoshita what the-“

“good luck!” narita shouted, giving his friend a thumbs up.

kinoshita made a mental reminder to kick the two later as he walked over to your figure.

“hey there, it’s nice to meet you,” he started. you had lost whatever nerves you had and responded,

“hi, it’s nice to meet you. you have a really good jump float serve by the way!”

“w-wait really? thank you,” he said while you hummed in response.

“well, my name’s kinoshita hisashi. this is sudden but could i have your number? possibly take you on a date? feel free to say no.”

“oh, wow that’s hilarious, i wanted to ask you that too. my name is y/n. y/n futak-“

“Y/N NO!”

“WHAT, KENJI WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO-“ you said snapping your head back

“NO-“

“y/n futakuchi. it’s nice to meet you kinoshita,” you said after letting out an exasperated sigh.

“nice to meet you to-“ he said before getting cut off.

“y/n futakuchi there will be no dating.”

“what the- yes there will.”

“no, listen to your older brother.”

“i will not.”

“this is disgraceful to the futakuchi name, to the date tech team, for heaven's sake! these are our rivals!” futakuchi screamed hysterically. the usually calm, collected and snarky captain was no more. the poor guy was trying to register someone dating his baby sister.

“bold of you to assume i care, nii-san.”

“no y/n you can’t-“

“aone-san! can i?” you called out to the tall blocker who had been talking, well more like listening to hinata. he took a second to assess the situation, looking at the futakuchi siblings and kinoshita. he gave you a nod and a thumbs up.

“thank you aone-san!” you had said with a smile to which he gave you a small one.

“y/n you can’t just ask aone-”

“but i just did.” you said turning towards kinoshita, “here’s my number,” you said while adding it onto his phone.

“no, you aren’t going on a date-“

“does saturday work for you?” kinoshita asked you to which you responded with a simple yes.

“well, you heard it there, futakuchi. guess she is going on a date on saturday.” kinoshita said with a sly smile.

“I WILL NOT- AONE LET ME GO!” futakuchi shouted while being dragged away by aone to the bus since it had been time to go back.

“i’ll text you,” you said while walking towards him, kissing his cheek, “i’m looking forward to saturday,” you said walking away winking at the blushing male, before making your way back to the bus where kenji was waiting to lecture you.

“KINOSHITA GOT A DATE-“ both nishinoya and tanaka yelled. tsukishima was laughing at the fact he had gotten a date with the captain of one of their rival teams.

“i’m almost positive date tech’s captain hates you now kinoshita,” sugawara added.

“all of our matches with date tech will be…interesting now,” narita said as he and ennoshita walked up to their friend.

yeah, all of their matches would be very interesting now, but he didn’t care. he was reminded of that with the vibration of his phone.

yeah, he was looking forward to saturday.

ending note: man i love kinoshita.

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Just Wanna Say “I Love You” — a Sakusa x fem!reader series

before: a break

[masterlist]

It was the day where [y/n] had to stay extra late after club activities. The science club had used many lab equipment and she was tasked to help out with the tidying up. Sakusa was informed beforehand, hence he was waiting outside the lab patiently with Komori for her.

While knowing that Sakusa and Komori were waiting for her was a reason she was trying to clean up as fast as possible, another reason was because of her kouhai. James-kun, the kouhai who was spiked onto the back of his head, had been bothering her lately and becoming more touchy with her. Is it because she was going to step down and leave the club into his hands?

After placing the microscopes back into the cabinet, she quickly called out, “James-kun! I’m done with my work, I’ll go ahead first! Goodbye!” Quickly, she dashed out, only to notice Sakusa talking to the James-kun who was supposed to be still in the lab cleaning up and it didn’t look good.

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“So you think that [l/n]-senpai likes you.” Sakusa repeated what the boy had told him. “And so you want us to leave first.” “That’s right.” The second year lifted his chin with confidence and stared at the taller boy. “Please go on ahead so I can confess to her.”

“Aww that’s cute! We can go ahead first, Kiyoomi—” Komori gushed but was quickly interrupted by Sakusa. “So you think you’ll succeed. But that’s where you’re wrong.” Smirking, he used a tissue paper to pluck the paper—most probably the confession letter— and tore it into pieces.

“Sorry germ-boy, but I think I forgot to tell you this. When [y/n] says she’s taken, she actually means it.” Komori stared at Sakusa questionably as he continued, “well, because I’M the boyfriend. Get it? Now scram before she comes. And never tell her that you planned to confess.”

The second year was terrified as he ran off towards the school gate. Sakusa smirked. Well, serves him right for attempting to take what’s mine.

“Kiyoomi-kun! Motoya-kun! Sorry it took so long, but thank you for waiting for me!” [y/n] rushed out of the lab and called out to the duo. “[y/n]-san,

I didn’t know Kiyoomi and you were dating,” Komori teased as [y/n]’s cheeks flushed red. “W-We… I-I… Yeah…”

Laughing, Komori decided to leave the “two lovebirds alone” as he quickened his footsteps. “I’ll go ahead first! See you guys tomorrow!”

Sakusa was used to seeing his cousin teasing, although he was usually not at the receiving end of it. Sneaking a peek at [y/n], he noticed the redness has yet to fade even though it had been a good five minutes. “[y/n], Komori now knows about us. See, I told you that I’ll tell him soon, right?”

Upon hearing that, it was as if [y/n] had stiffened. Sakusa couldn’t understand why. Isn’t that what she wanted?

“Omi.” The tone she had used was not one Sakusa had heard for months. The forbidding feeling in his stomach stirred, as if being poked awake.

“Omi.” [y/n] repeated. “The reason why Motoya-kun knew about us was because of that interaction with James-kun, isn’t it?” Sakusa, upon hearing that germ boy’s name, responded irritatedly, “Yes, that kid was going to confess to you.” Seeing her surprised face, he continued. “He was going to take what’s mine. And so I told him off. The end.”

“No. That’s not exactly right.” [y/n] retorted. “I heard everything, Omi. Everything. I thought you’ll let me handle this sort of thing? I’ve told you that you do not need to care about it right? Not when I love you so much. You do not have to worry about it. Do you not trust me so much that you have to handle this yourself?” Sakusa was about to reply but right now, [y/n] was unstoppable. “Omi. I told you to trust me. I told you to stop this kind of “alpha” thing. You out of all people should know that you do not have to worry about this!” Exasperated, [y/n] could start to feel the once-familiar breaking of heart as she whispered, “m-maybe we should take a break, Omi. Till you’re better at being in a relationship.” “Take a break?” Sakusa parroted in response. What does she even mean?

Taking a deep breath, [y/n] steeled herself for the words.

“I believe we are breaking up, Omi.”

a/n: hi it’s crystal here! school’s starting for me soon and things might be a little more busy, but I’ll try to post the chapters on time! the story is now moving from the “before” arc to “now” arc, hopefully it’s still interesting and not too cringy? I’ll post a “after: before <level 0>” somewhere during the week before the next monday, so I’m praying that this series won’t be too messy. as usual, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! thank you :)

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Hey there! I looove your blog and I was hoping if you can write a jealous (S/o) with Chuuya back when he was a sheep member? How Yuan keeps wrapping her arms around his every time she sees them two together alone?

Hi hiiii this is cute! Thank you for the ask! And thank you so much for the support 💕

Chuuya with s/o who is jealous of Yuan

You and Chuuya had met up in the arcade once again, like every other Friday night. Although you were a mafia member along with Dazai, you had made acquaintance with Chuuya during one of your missions, and despite his instant disapproval of your friend, he was quite literally entranced by your presence the first time he saw you; he just had to know more about you.

And so here you were, both of you being the best of friends, playing your usual round of games together, in which you would... usually win, much to Chuuya’s displeasure.

“Come ON! That’s cheating!!” Chuuya yelled, frustratedly slamming his fists onto the controls while you cackled delightedly at his defeat.

“Sorry Chuu~ the world works in wondrous ways, and unfortunately, it’s on my side this time!” You feigned a disappointed sigh before smirking triumphantly in his face.

He groaned, face-planting onto the controls. You snickered and got up from your seat, springing onto his back while continuing to tease him in a sing-song voice.

“Oh shut up (Name)! I swear I was gonna win that won, I just got.. distracted!” Chuuya grumbled, slightly shoving you off his back.

“Sure you were, whatever helps you sleep at night Chuuya,” you grinned, poking his forehead.

“Ok that’s it--” the redhead started, before standing up to scoop you up in his arms as you yelped.

“Oi! Nakahara! Put me down right this instant!” You demanded, slapping his chest. 

“No can do, bud. You brought this on yourself. Now prepare yourself for...” he started to lean in, pursing his lips as he “threatened” to kiss you.

“Ack!! Get away!” You screeched as you batted at his face, Chuuya victoriously laughing at your disgust.

“You’re a dick” you said, glaring at him before proceeding to fake a gag in feigned disgust at his previous actions.

“You know it!” he jeered, still holding you up in his arms. “But ya know... I would have crushed you into the ground if you were Dazai. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Shut up.”

“Chuuya-senpai!” A foreign voice called out. You both froze, looking at each other with widened eyes. You struggled out of his grasp before you both turned and faced two other members of the Sheep, whom you had no idea about. But your annoyance grew when you turned your attention to the source of the obnoxious voice-- a young girl with loose pink hair, part of it pinned up to the side in a circle. Yuan. She was quite an annoyance for you and Chuuya, always coming and linking an arm around his when she saw you alone together, sending a menacing glance your way. As much as Chuuya and you were friends, and as much as you knew it would be just another inconvenience to develop that relationship into something more, and especially with a member of the Sheep, of all other organizations, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit....

Jealous. 

Another boy, around Chuuya’s age and slightly taller, with silver-blue hair followed behind. 

“Yuan? What are you and Shirase doing here?” Chuuya asked, clearly looking annoyed that you two had been interrupted.

“You’ve been disappearing pretty frequently, we wanted to know if you were up to anything suspicious,” the boy, Shirase, said matter-of-factly. His eyes move to you. “Who’re they? A mafioso?”

Chuuya looked back at you, a glow of sympathy in his blue eyes. “They're just a friend,” tearing his eyes off of you only to look back at the Sheep members standing before him. “What’s it to you if I’m off with someone else, having fun?” he snapped, clear irritation present in his rough voice.

“But Chuuya-senpai~ We just wanna make sure you’re not messing around with anybody who might hurt you!” Yuan whined, shoving herself in between you and the redhead to cling onto his arm.

That again. God, she was so annoying.

Chuuya looked down at her, exasperated “How are they gonna hurt me? Did you forget about my power or something?”

“I don’t mean that silly... I meant... traitors, you know? People who backstab you?” Yuan said slyly, giving you a once-over, repulsion evident in her eyes. Chuuya raised his eyes to you, eyes widening as he saw your troubled expression.

That girl... what a bitch.

You cleared your throat, trying to seem unbothered by her subtle advances as you looked away, hands tightened into fists inside your coat pocket.

“(Name)-san? (Name)-san~ Where are you?” another voice called out, this one more playful and definitely familiar.

“Dazai-san?” You rose your eyes in surprise at his presence as you saw him scan around the arcade. His eyes found yours, and a smile danced upon his face as he strode towards you.

“Oh? Are we having a little standoff over here? Chuuya~ Are you causing trouble for our dear (Name)-san?” 

“Shut up, shitty Dazai. I didn’t expect these guys to come here,” Chuuya snapped, subtly shrugging Yuan off his arm.

“It’s fine, Dazai. Let’s go,” you said sharply, yanking the sleeve of Dazai’s shirt as you marched out of the arcade.

“Oh-- (Name)-san? Wha--” Dazai didn’t get to finish his sentence before getting pulled away from the group.

And Chuuya... was seething with rage.

Why the hell did he have to have his moment ruined by a bunch of buffoons, and then see his best friend (and crush) walk out on him arm in arm with his enemy? Was the world seriously against him today?

Chuuya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. Now he had to worry about how the hell he was going to apologize to you.

“What is your problem you guys? Can’t I have a little time to myself to be with my friend? I already have an entire mission for us to take care of, for fuck’s sake!” Chuuya snarled, glowering at the both of them.

“But Chuuya--” Yuan started, a perplexed expression written onto her face as she looked on at him.

“Just shut up, both of you!” Chuuya yelled, storming out of the arcade.

~

You and Dazai were sitting on the terrace of the Mafia headquarters. You had thrown your coat into your room out of anger, but Dazai had offered you to come up to the terrace with him to accompany his smoke break, and you had accepted in an attempt to get your mind off of today, and... you had left your coat. So here you were, slightly shivering from the chilly Yokohama air as you sat alongside Dazai, watching him blow puffs of cigarette smoke out of his mouth.

“Cold?” Dazai asked, curious brown eyes finding yours as he casually threw his coat around your shoulders before leaning back against the wall once more.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, pulling the coat further around you as you stared absentmindedly at your toes.

“So what’s up?” Dazai asked, tapping out the ashes against the concrete, adjusting his position so he was looking at you.

“...You already know,” you sighed, turning to face him. “I just... that girl fucking bothers me. I don’t know what she has against me but... here we are, I guess.”

“Tell me about it,” Dazai sighed, lighting a new cigarette. “As much as I hate the chibi, it pisses me off seeing how much they use him to their advantage. So fucking greedy....” He leaned his head far back so it touched the wall behind him, looking up at the setting sky as it turned from orange to pink.

“It’s not just that, Dazai,” you gave him a look. He looked back at you, and the realization hit him. He smirked.

“So why don’t you just tell chibi-san that you’re jealous?”

“Shut the hell up,” you groaned, punching him in the arm. 

“Ow! Was I wrong though?!” he whined, rubbing his sore arm. You packed a good punch when you felt like it. “But seriously, when are you just gonna tell him how you feel? It’s really obvious how much you like him, you know.” 

You exhaled, bringing a hand to your head to massage your temples. “I seriously don’t know anymore. But you’re right. I should just... cut to the chase and tell him straight up.”

Dazai smiled. He ruffled your hair. “That’s what I like to hear! So when are you gonna tell him?”

You shrugged. “At our next visit?”

He scoffed. “Come on (Name)-san. Do you really think he’s gonna think you both are gonna meet up as usual after what went down today?”

You bit your lip. “I mean... you’re right but... ugh, I don’t know!” you groaned, head thudding back against the wall. “How am I gonna ask him to just... meet me tomorrow?”

Dazai chuckled. “Hey, you’re friends with me. I’ve got you covered,” he said, grinning as he gestured to his phone. “I’ll text him where to meet you, and you just go there. Got it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, resting your head on your knees. “Fine. Whatever you say, Dazai.”

~

Chuuya was relieved, yet panting as he walked up to the steps of the Port Mafia headquarters. He had to resolve things with you as soon as he could, and if that meant literally putting his life on the line by possibly trespassing into a criminal organization's lair? Then so be it. He’d do anything for you. He was... dare he say it, sort of in love with you, if he was being honest. But anyway, he knew it wasn’t like you were going to like him back. You had Dazai. That should be enough for you, right?

But even so, he didn’t want to lose you no matter what. You were the only true friend that he ever had, and he didn’t want to lose the only person he ever actually cared about. 

So he was just about to crash down the locked entrance before he saw a familiar figure wandering past the front of the headquarters.

It was you.

The next moments were all a blur. One moment he was at the entrance, and the next he was holding you in his arms oh so tightly. 

And you were in so much shock you could barely move.

“(Name),” he whispered, burying his nose into your hair and inhaling your comforting scent.

“Chuu...?”

He swallowed, pulling back to look at you, his sapphire eyes on the brink of tears.

You stared back at him, your eyes softening. "I... I was going to meet you tomorrow--"

“I’m really sorry about today. I never thought of you as someone who would stab me in the back, I trust you so much and you mean so much to me and I--”

“--Chuuya--”

“--just don’t want to lose you, you’re literally the only person I ever actually cared for and I just... I just don’t know what--”

“--Chuuya--” 

He couldn’t bring himself to stop. The words plummeted out of his mouth like a waterfall. 

“--I’d do without you, please please don’t be mad at me I’m so fucking sorry and I know it’s shitty and you don’t have to forgive me but just please--”

“Chuuya!” You cupped his cheeks, pulling him out of his tangent and forcing him to look into your gorgeous eyes. “Listen to me! This isn’t your fault. I just... yeah, that girl was a bitch to me and all, but it’s not your fault, okay? And even with that... I was jealous. I just got mad at her and all and I stormed off, I should be the one to say sorry to you,” you said softly, stroking his cheek and taking off one of your hands to brush the strands of ginger hair that had fallen into his face.

Chuuya’s eyes widened. Was this...?

“I wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving you anyway. I...” you took a deep breath, “I’m in love with you, Chuuya. I’ve felt so strongly for you since the start. And you probably don’t feel the same but... I would never want to lose you over something so stupid and silly as this, okay? I’ll always be at your side,” you whispered to him, smiling warmly, a few teardrops clustering around your lashes.

Chuuya tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you closer than ever. He dipped his nose to yours, lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss. He pulled back only slightly, your breaths mingling together, the kiss still lingering on your lips. He tasted like candy.

“I love you too, (Name). So much...” he murmured, kissing your head as one hand wandered to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Come with me,” you said, looking deep into his blue eyes. “I want to be with you more. And... I know those people you’re with aren’t making you happy, Chuu. I want you to be happy... and I want you to be safe. So...” you leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss against his nose. “Come with me.”

He smiled softly down at you, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

“I will.”

// I hope you enjoy this anon! Sorry that it’s soooo long lololol I had to think out this plot sdjfdjsksfd

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It's Always Been You

Pairing: Semi x Reader

Genre: SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff (I swear it’s more fluff than hurt/comfort), Getting together

Summary: You’ve always known Semi was your first choice. Now you just need to convince HIM that it’s true. Easier said than done.

Prompt: “When will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?”

A/N: This is my contribution for the HQHQ SFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. (Also this is an AU where the boy’s and girl’s volleyball teams practice in the same gym. Just go with it. LOL Please and thank you.) Thank you for beta-ing @sawamooora~

There’s a certain sense of pride and anxiety that comes from being accepted to Shiratorizawa as a student athlete. Pride from knowing your athletic prowess has been recognized as being at least notable. Anxiety from not knowing if that’s all it’ll amount to, talent that’s forced to remain seated on a bench as other, even more capable athletes surpass and outrank you. But as wide-eyed first years, Semi and you don’t feel that full weight yet, not as you watch and learn from your senpais in awe, and it’s that curiosity, that love for the sport that brings you two together.

Semi’s always been on the quieter side, but when he sees you in the corner of the girl’s side of the gym all by yourself, practicing setting a volleyball against the wall, recognizing you as a fellow newbie from his class, he takes his chance. It’s an easy friendship, one that easily crosses from the court, to the classroom, to after school study sessions and hangouts. And even though it sucks to still be set aside on the bench, left to cheer on your upperclassmen while the both of you hone your skills, it brings both of you comfort that you’re not alone, that you have someone else cheering you on, growing and improving right alongside you.

It’s hard work trying to stand out among all the hopeful first years at Shiratorizawa, but the endless hours of hard work and encouragement you give each other, the shouts to keep on going, the careful bandaging of each other’s fingers before and after grueling practices, it all pays off. The two of you proudly stand side by side in your second year as your parents snap a photo of both of you donning your brand new team uniforms, marking you as starting players.

The adrenaline of the cheering audience, the exhilaration of being in a real game, it’s everything both of you have wished for and more. But through the excitement, a nagging worry tugs at Semi as he watches the new rookie setter, Shirabu Kenjirou, from afar.

There’s nothing wrong with Shirabu. He’s a smart kid, albeit a little short tempered and rude at times, but aren’t they all in high school? But it’s not his attitude, not even his shitty haircut that bothers Semi. It’s the ease with which he connects with the rest of the team, the natural skill and talent he possesses, the way Coach Washijou stares at the younger male with interest, that has Semi striving harder, his desire to stand out and prove himself only hindering him and the team more.

And reality comes crashing down around him one day as a shrill whistle jars him from his razor sharp focus, the paddle with his number being held up by Shirabu making his heart drop to his stomach as he’s subbed out, face heating with humiliation and embarrassment as his teammates eagerly high five and clap the younger setter on the court, welcoming him into the game.

Just like that, he’s been replaced.

It hurts, but he knows it’s to be expected. He had seen it coming, and acknowledges that it’s the better decision for the team. But that doesn’t make it sting any less. And he watches with steely eyes at how effortlessly Shirabu melds in with the team, the ball easily and smoothly connecting.

He thinks this is the worst of the heartache, vowing that he’ll just work harder, at least be a useful pinch server. He’ll be the best setter he can when he’s needed. But what he isn’t expecting is the lancing stab to his heart when he sees you rush over to Shirabu after the match is over, the way you’re practically bouncing on the soles of your feet as you fawn over the younger setter, congratulating him on his first game, complimenting him on a job well done, not even sparing a glance in his direction. In your defense, you do make your way towards him eventually, but he can feel the pity in your eyes, the way you approach him as if he’s a wounded animal, and he slaps your hand away before it can come in contact with his arms, storming off, leaving you gaping in his wake.

The situation was poorly handled and he knows he owes an apology at minimum, but those words get stuck in his throat when he spies you chatting one-on-one with Shirabu at practice the next day while the boy’s and girl’s teams share the same gym. It’s vaguely reminiscent of watching a horror film and despite the way he freezes, heart clenching, Semi can’t tear his eyes away as you demonstrate some setting techniques and drills to Shirabu. And when your bandaged fingers carefully wrap around the younger male’s forearms to adjust his posture, Semi rushes off, unable to bear watching how once again, he’s become irrelevant.

He wonders— hopes that it’s just a one off thing, that things will return to how they once were. But they don’t, and he watches as Shirabu and you laugh and joke, high fiving and cheering each other on as you help one another practice, time and time again. He tries his best to ignore it, gritting his teeth and using more strength than necessary in his practice serves, brushing off the concerned questions from even usually stoic Ushijima. But it all comes to a head when Shirabu is absent from practice one day and you cheerfully walk up to him like no time has passed, like you hadn’t turned around and instantly betrayed him for a better version of himself, grinning as you ask him to practice with you.

There’s a sick satisfaction in how quickly your smile disappears, the flash of hurt in your eyes when he sneers at you, thanking you for “gracing him with your presence”.

“Glad you could find it in yourself to make some time for me. Thought you’d skip out on practice to take care of your little boyfriend.”

“What-”

The whole gym stares at both of you as his harsh voice echoes throughout the area.

“When will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?!”

Semi and you don’t talk to each other for the rest of that year, although not for quite the same reasons.

For Semi, it’s a completely burned bridge and, as good as seeing you feel some of the same pain he feels is, there’s an emptiness inside of him as he goes home that night. The belief that he’s ruined everything between the two of you heavily weighs inside of him.

For you, it’s a medley of hurt, shock, and confusion. You give Semi the time he needs to cool off, give yourself the time and space to ponder and think into the late and early hours of each night, wondering where everything went wrong.

Shirabu? Boyfriend? How could Semi possibly even believe that?

Being an upperclassman means mentorship and guidance. So when Shirabu had come up to you one day after he became the boy’s team’s starting setter, you had graciously offered up some tips, let him know that you’d practice with him if you were free, encouraged him. You had missed your easy banters with Semi, missed how in sync and in tune with each other you were. But how could you turn away an underclassman in need?

Yet, the more you think about it, the more you really try and understand Semi’s perspective, guilt gnaws at you, clawing at your heart.

Had you meant to neglect your closest friend? An emphatic no.

Could you see why he had felt abandoned? ...A begrudging maybe laced with remorse.

Do you want him back in your life? A resounding yes.

You know it’ll be hard work to regain Semi’s trust, know he has a stubbornness that’s hard to crack — especially when it’s been hot glued together by seeming betrayal. But you’re just as determined, just as headstrong, and to both the dismay and amusement of both your teams and classmates, you twirl together in a chaotic dance.

To say he’s caught off guard when you knock on his door one morning to walk with him to school is an understatement, but when realization comes crashing down on him, he scowls, and his parents watch while shaking their heads and hiding a laugh as you scramble to keep up with him while he pointedly ignores you and speed walks a few steps ahead of you.

His mom points out to his father the way their son slows down just the tiniest bit when you stumble in your haste to catch up.

Ushijima watches in uncomfortable confusion as you sit with them at lunch, plopping down in the empty seat beside Semi, chatting away at your old friend despite the way Semi resolutely stays silent, not even sparing you a glance.

But if the ace notices the way Semi doesn’t snap at you or pull his bento box from you as you grab a piece of fish Semi’s mom had cooked, he doesn’t say anything.

Shirabu pouts when you completely bypass him, fondly ruffling his hair as you stride towards Semi, volleyball in hand at practice. And both your teams watch in exasperation and fascination at the unintentional comedy show the two of you provide as you waddle after Semi like a baby duck following its mother, quacking your head off and never giving up even though Semi pretends he doesn’t see you in the corner of his eyes, mimicking every drill he does.

Coach Washijo and your coach wonder if they should slap both of you on the heads for this madness, but when they observe the way Semi painstakingly slows down and exaggerates his form when you struggle with an exercise, they roll their eyes, turning their attention to the other players lounging around.

Yet as amusing as it is, all shows must come to an end and your grand finale arrives with the devastating loss against Karasuno, the chances of going to Nationals again ruined just like that for the third-years.

Even for you, a bystander in the audience, just another spectator in the crowd, it’s a hard pill to swallow. Unshed tears glisten in your eyes when you see the years of hard work they’ve all put into the sport go down the drain, the slump of Semi’s shoulders as they walk off the court. You can’t even begin to imagine how the players themselves are feeling, don’t know a single word you could say to make this alright. Yet your legs are sprinting, wobbling and shaking in their frantic need to comfort your long-time friend, to try and soothe him, to tell him how proud you are of him, how this doesn’t change how you think and feel about him.

It’s more than a little awkward, panting to catch your breath as the entire dejected team stares at your sudden appearance in confusion. But Tendou’s always been a little quicker, a little sharper than the rest, and he grins, practically shoving Semi in your direction, playfully waving farewell at both of you before slamming the locker room doors shut before Semi can process what’s happened.

There’s a tense silence as you try and wrap your suddenly dry mouth around words.

“I’m sorry for your loss-”

You jolt at the cold scoff, the way Semi quickly spins on his heel, set on re-entering the locker rooms, turning his back on you.

“I don’t want to hear that from you. Go comfort your little boyfriend. I’m sure our star setter would eat those sweet words right up-”

“SHUT UP!”

This time it’s Semi’s turn to clamp his mouth shut in shock, hesitantly turning around, eyes wide as you storm towards him, jabbing your index finger into his chest.

“I swear to God, if you mention Shirabu’s name one more time while I’m talking to you, I’m going to muzzle you until you can’t say ANYTHING.”

(If either of you hear Tendou’s giggle from behind the closed doors, neither of you mention it.)

“I came to talk to YOU because I miss YOU. I like YOU. And if you could take just a minute to get your head out of your ass, you’d know that you’ve always been and always will be my first choice.”

Your chest is heaving, blood rushing in your ears from the exertion of your passion. But the reality of your accidental confession comes crashing down around you and your face heats in embarrassment, heart plummeting at the way Semi just gapes at you, speechless. You turn to rush away, mortification triggering your flight response. But a gentle, but firm tug on the hem of your shirt keeps you still.

You brace yourself for the rejection you know is coming, nervously turning around, slowly lifting your head to meet Semi’s gaze. But your heart flutters at the hope and disbelief in his eyes.

“But I thought...You and Shirabu- OW!”

You roll your eyes, a satisfied smirk on your face at the way he gingerly rubs his head, shooting you an accusing look.

“I did warn you about mentioning him, didn’t I?”

But before he can open his mouth to retort, you gently peck him on the cheek, giggling at the flabbergasted and stunned expression on his face, cooing at the faint blush that radiates across his skin.

“Hurry up and get your things. You owe me a popsicle for being such an ass this past year.”

There’s a lot more cheering and celebration in the locker room than there should be for a team that’s just lost their shot at Nationals as Semi re-enters the space, his already packed bag (courtesy of Ushijima) shoved into his arms by a gleeful red-head.

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Neighbors

Chapter Eight

Poll Result: Takashi

“She can stay with me.”

Everyone turned to Takashi standing at the doorway of her hospital room. 

“After what happened this morning? I don’t think so.” Tamaki protested over his shoulder. 

After the twins informed him of what happened Tamaki made sure to stand between Haruhi and Takashi throughout her hospital visit. Takashi made sure to keep his distance in return, not going further than the doorway, if it helped Tamaki to not make a scene.

“That might be our best choice,” Kyoya said, “I don’t know what happened this morning and frankly I don’t care to know. Mori-senpai would regard Haruhi with respect and strong enough to keep her still.”

Hikaru grumbled, “Are you sure you don’t care to know…” 

Haruhi sighed her exasperation. She was tired of being fussed over and just wanted to go home. She’d rather study or fold her laundry than waste her time in a hospital bed over a bruise. However, she knew her friends well enough to know they weren’t going to budge on this. Although Kyoya was right about keeping her leg elevated and still, she wasn’t sure if she could keep herself from walking. She tried to move her leg but winced at the pain, realizing it was no use to argue. 

“Fine,I’ll stay with Mori-senpai” she gave in, “I just want to go home. Besides, even after this morning I still trust him more over you Tamaki-senpai.” She narrowed her eyes at him just as he was about to object. 

Kyoya hung the clipboard to the wall and clapped his hands, “Alright let’s go then, every hour adds to the bill.” 

When they arrived back to their apartment floor, the twins and Tamaki walked into Kyoya’s apartment while Mitsukuni followed Takashi into Haruhi’s. On the drive back they agreed to have Takashi care for Haruhi in her apartment, to help her feel more comfortable. She was grateful to at least spend the night in her own bed. 

Takashi didn’t need to gather much of his own considering if he needed anything it was only down the hallway so they set out to situated Haruhi in her own space. 

He put her on her bed and went to her kitchenette for an ice pack. 

“Do you want to sleep with Usa-chan tonight? If your leg hurts you can hug him tight until it stops.” Mitsukuni offered his pink bunny to her.

Haruhi smiled but shook her head, “No thanks Hunny-senpai, I’ll be fine.”

Takashi wrapped another roll of gauze around the ice pack to keep it in place and set her leg on a pillow. When Haruhi arched an eyebrow he explained, “It’s to keep your leg reclined, for the blood flow.”

He stood up, “I’ll be back,” and left her apartment, leaving her and Mitsukuni alone. 

“I’m sorry,” Mitsukuni said, hanging his head, “I shouldn’t have asked you to check on Takashi. Truth is, I thought he was almost ready.”

“It’s alright senpai, I should have knocked anyway.” Haruhi confessed. 

Mitsukuni looked at her wide-eyed, “You didn’t knock?”

“No, I figured you guys didn’t bother knocking on each other’s doors.”

Mitsukuni smiled and shook his head, as if he thought what she said was funny. Then a thought struck him that snapped his attention back to her, “You didn’t see anything did you?”

Haruhi felt a warm blush cross her cheeks as she thought back to those few seconds that seemed to replay in slow motion. A few seconds was apparently all it took for her to memorize the outline of Takashi’s body, every muscle and ridge that made up his strong chest. She couldn’t tell Mitsukuni that she could vividly see his cousin’s body every time she closed her eyes. She didn’t want him to think of her as a pervert. 

Mitsukuni smirked, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” She didn’t have to tell him, he could see it written on her face. 

Haruhi cleared her throat, hoping to change the subject, “Well what should we do now? I skipped my classes to hang out with you guys but so far all we’ve done was visit a hospital.” 

Mitsukuni took a moment to think, “Well, we probably shouldn’t go to the planetarium tonight since moving you around might hurt you so we should probably do something here!”

“Like what?” She asked. 

Just then Tamaki, Kyoya, and the twins walked into her apartment with the twins holding something heavy in each hand. When they got closer she realized what they had brought along with them. 

“Beer?” She asked, examining the green glass bottles clinking together. 

Hikaru broadly smiled as he set them down on her counter, “Yes Haruhi, beer. We’re college students now, we don’t have to be shy. Haven’t you drank a beer before?”

She had a few times but mostly under her father’s supervision. She never really cared for alcohol but once in a while her father would bring home an expensive bottle of sake he received as a gift from work and let her have a taste. Beer, however, was something she hadn’t tried yet. 

She shook her head, still eyeing the beer from afar, “I’ve had alcohol but not beer. Is it any good?” 

Kaoru laughed, “We might have downsized to studio apartments but we haven’t compromised our palates. We can afford the very best.” He kissed his pinched fingers dramatically. 

“Beer cannot compare to a glass of fine wine, left to breath and chilled at just the right temperature. You devils wouldn’t know good alcohol if it poured from your taps.” Tamaki mocked. He took a beer bottle from the cardboard case and looked it over. He looked over the counter and counted two dozen beer bottles. “Goodness, how many do you have?”

“Enough,” Hikaru replied cheerfully, “And we have more where that came from.”

Kaoru slipped two bottles from the case and met Haruhi on her bed, handing her one while setting the other on her nightstand. 

Takashi walked in with a rolled up futon tucked under his arm and a pillow tucked under the other but stopped mid-step when he saw the beer on the counter. He looked around until he found Mitsukuni. 

Mitsukuni shrugged, “Kao-chan and Hika-chan brought beer.” 

Kyoya adjusted his glasses and scoffed, “Are you suggesting we drink during mid-afternoon? How tacky.” 

“Don’t worry, it’s for later,” Hikaru cleared up, “But we figured we should hang out in Haruhi’s apartment anyway since she can’t really move.”

Tamaki clapped his hands, “Yes! That is a wonderful idea Hikaru. We shouldn’t leave Haruhi on her own. A good host never leaves a lady alone.”

“So Haruhi, what do you do for fun around here?” Kaoru asked as he rummaged through her very small DVD collection.

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I’m trying really hard to make things super interesting so bear with me a little longer please T-T their day isn’t over yet so there’s plenty of opportunities for things to happen. 

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Pairing: KakashiSakuraGenma Word count: 3156 Soulmate au: The one where the first time your soulmate touches your skin it leaves a permanent mark

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Chapter 222

He met Kakashi first. Well, that was kind of obvious. Genma met the last of the once proud Hatake line when they were both in the academy, not technically age mates although they attended all of the same classes. Back then Kakashi hadn’t covered so much of his body at all times but he’d still carried with him the sort of air that made others stay away, the air of one who stood above the rest even if he was good enough not to rub that in any of their faces. Genma watched Kakashi from afar because he was talented and interesting but never made much of an effort to actually get to know him. They ran in different groups of friends and there only ever seemed to be two or three people Kakashi deigned to give his attention to. No point in trying to make friends with someone who didn’t want any. 

It wasn’t until they were both nearing the end of their teenage years and Kakashi had been broken in so many ways it hurt just to look at him that Genma realized they had never touched before. He realized only because, well, because they touched. For the very first time. And when he pulled his hand away from where he’d clapped it down on to Kakashi’s shoulder with a great deal of frustrated exasperation the imprint of his hand stayed behind. Some of it, at least.

“Just leave it be, Genma,” Kakashi was saying. “I’m paying my respects. The dead don’t care about rain so I don’t see why I should. Look, if you’re worried about me being late for the mission I’ll catch up, okay?”

“Kakashi…”

“Go on ahead without me.”

“No, shut up for a damn second!” Blinking several times in rapid succession did nothing to clear the mark from his view. Half a handprint. He’d never studied his own fingerprints very closely but he knew that mark hadn’t been there a second ago so it couldn’t really be anyone else’s. What he did know for sure was that he definitely had a whole hand on that arm the last time he’d checked. 

Kakashi only had one eyebrow visible at the best of times and when he turned away from the monument it was lifted in question, his uncovered eye dark with the shadows he’d been carrying with him since Obito’s death. 

“Alright, I’ll shut up then,” he said. Amazingly his words came out with just the slightest undertone of humor rather than insult. If Genma’s brain weren’t currently exploding he might have appreciated that a bit more. 

“Look at your shoulder. And don’t you dare try to run!”

So Kakashi looked. By some miracle he didn’t even try to flee, although that might have had something to do with the way his knees wavered and folded underneath him. When he lifted a hand to trace the shape of one on his shoulder his cheeks danced through several different colors that Genma wished he knew how to properly interpret. Trying to figure out what was going on in this guy’s brain had always been more guessing game than exact science. 

“Half?” Kakashi whispered eventually. “What...does that mean?” 

“Oh no you don’t, I know exactly where your head is going, don’t even try to say you must be broken or unwanted or any of that! We’re just...probably waiting on another, you know?” Genma licked his lips nervously, passing the senbon in his mouth from side to side. 

“Another!?” 

“Well yeah. You know, like how Raidou’s got two mums and a dad? Or how Shizune’s got two mums and two dads? We just got to find our other one probably.” 

Kakashi chewed that over for several minutes. While he thought Genma did his best to be subtle about inching closer. He’d been excited about finding his soulmate since he was old enough to know what they were but he knew there were less and less people like him every generation, shinobi more and more frequently taught from a young age not to look forward to something that could end up being used against them. Some people even hoped they never found their match to avoid the chance of testing their own loyalties. Privately Genma had always questioned any loyalty that didn’t leave room for questions. 

Slowly the minutes passed as his shuffling took him closer and closer. They really were supposed to be leaving on a mission, were supposed to have left almost a half hour ago, but it wasn’t like the man they were being sent after would die any different if they arrived at night rather than midafternoon. Well, their pay might be cut some if they didn’t make it look quite like the accident they were contracted for but that wasn’t the end of the world. This was more important. If he used his best puppy eyes the Sandaime might not even punish them. 

Eventually Kakashi lifted his head and took a deep breath, startling to see that Genma was so much closer but very tellingly not protesting. When he spoke every word carried the faintest tremble. 

“I get...two?” he murmured. “Two people who want me?”

“Oh is that- that’s what you were thinking about? God damn it, Hatake!” With a roll of his eyes Genma flopped down on to the ground and threw both arms around Kakashi’s shoulders, more than aware that he was risking a knife between the ribs but also more than willing to take that chance. “We’re your soulmates. We wouldn’t be matched if we weren’t what you needed, you know? I want you, let's be clear on that, and I’m sure they’ll want you too.” 

“Not dumb. I’m a genius.” 

When their eyes met Genma was cheered to see that spark of humor had returned. His first soulmate had a lot of issues but that was fine, they could work on those together. They’d be fine until the day they could finally be whole. 

It took a while. Quite a few years. More than a decade, actually, but Genma would be happy to tell anyone that neither of them had really minded the wait all that much. They had each other through it all and despite the idiot’s protests they spent most of them working Kakashi through the worst of his abandonment issues until he could be called something at least adjacent to mentally stable. In that time they both did their rounds in ANBU and left the organization to seek healthier ways to serve their village. Where Genma chose to fall back in to the regular mission roster Kakashi found himself roped in to taking on a team of genin, something neither of them thought was a really good idea but neither could see a way to get around. 

The kids were, collectively, almost as messed up as their sensei had been. Out of the three the most normal was a little pink bubblegum girl named Sakura who spent most of her time swooning over the last of the Uchiha line. Kakashi did what he could to avoid contact with them just as he did for most people, a habit that Genma found entirely exasperating. 

“How are we meant to fill out the rest of our marks if you won’t touch people?” he’d asked once. 

“Maa,” Kakashi had waved him off. “They can touch you.” 

Genma had rolled his eyes and very carefully not traced the colors filling half of his right palm. 

Leaving the village periodically had been a part of life since he first graduated the academy but knowing that he was leaving Kakashi behind, trapped inside those massive walls until he felt that his new team might be able to survive the world beyond them, that was new. Mostly it was a new amusement. Genma made sure to bring home as many tales of the outside world as he could, playing them up for all the amusement he could squeeze out of watching Kakashi rock between wistful and jealous. Neither of them had ever really known what to do with kids until three of them were unceremoniously dumped in Kakashi’s lap so Genma didn’t feel much guilt over not coming to see the little rugrats. He knew all he needed to know about them from the horror stories his partner told him. 

Or at least he thought he did until the years began to turn and slowly the rest of the village started talking about them. It figured that Kakashi would stumble his way in to accidentally raising some of the most important kids of their generation. If the last of the Uchiha wasn’t notable enough then he had the son of the Yondaime Hokage and if that still wasn’t notable there was always the bubblegum girl who picked herself up off the ground and apprenticed herself to the Godaime, smiling deceptively at anyone who pleased her only to punch straight through the sternum of the ones who didn’t. Genma, when he finally met her face to face, decided that they could definitely be friends after she gained a few more years. 

He didn’t realize exactly what such an errant and mindless thought would become. 

Keeping his distance from Kakashi’s kids became a lot harder once they stopped actually being kids, growing steadily in to adulthood until one day he met his partner at one of the dingy bars they both shamelessly adored only to find that Kakashi wasn’t alone, slightly harried looking where he sat in the middle of four other bodies all smiling and trading jokes about his new haircut. Genma was already laughing a little to see Naruto poking at the spikes now several inches shorter and neater than they had been earlier in the day. 

“It’s certainly an interesting look, senpai,” Cat was telling him - or Yamato, Genma remembered he was supposed to call him now. 

“Maa, it’s an accidental look,” Kakashi admitted. Genma slid in to the seat next to him with a little wave to everyone else, barely reacting when Kakashi swooned dramatically in to his shoulder. “One of the ninken knocked in to me when I was trimming and I took a massive chunk off the left side. It was either leave it like that or make everything match.”

“Well I think it looks nice,” Sakura offered. Oddly enough she even seemed to mean it. 

Kakashi nodded gratefully in her direction only to wilt when he spotted the notepad that Sai had whipped out, already doodling an outline of the new haircut. Apparently the reminder of his own reflection was not a welcome one. 

“So cruel,” he moaned. “All of my loved ones are so cruel to me!”

“I’m sure we’d all be a lot nicer with more alcohol in us.” Well aware that he wasn’t being at all subtle, Genma could only offer a beaming smile when his partner leaned away to glare at him. 

“Extra cruel.”

“Does that mean you’re not paying for my beer?” 

Kakashi harrumphed his way out of his seat and stomped away towards the bar, gumbling under his breath about joint accounts and shared finances. With most of the table laughing along with him it was only too easy for Genma to ignore Sakura’s narrowed eyes. They’d crossed paths several times during her apprenticeship to Lady Tsunade, a source of much amusement for him whenever he pulled guard duty, but he’d never really had a chance to get to know her more than that so he could probably be forgiven for not knowing what that particular look on her face meant. Or what doom it spelled for those that might ignore it. 

When Sakura got up to walk after her old sensei Genma figured she was only going for another drink. Maybe popping off to the bathroom. He would have thought she was going to powder her nose if he had ever seen her wearing more than mascara but even the village civilians knew that the Yamanaka girl was the one obsessed with painting her face. If he had to guess he’d probably say Sakura’s version of dressing up had a lot to do with picking an outfit that best showed off her admittedly impressive biceps. 

Not, of course, that he was disparaging such choices. He’d always been attracted to competence more so than a painted face. 

It took several minutes for Kakashi and Sakura to make their way back across the bar but when they did they were both wearing faces like they’d seen the meaning of life itself and lived to talk about it. Genma was out of his seat and reaching for Kakashi in an instant, baffled when the man only stood there and blinked at him.

“Genma-san can we talk to you outside?” Sakura asked in a strained voice.

“Sure. Yeah. Did you…break him?”

“I think I might have,” she breathed. Then she turned and walked towards the back entrance with jerky steps. 

Without bothering to answer any of the questions from those left behind Genma took his partner’s hand and dragged them both after the pink hair bobbing away from them. Sakura’s compact little body was built much better than either of theirs for weaving her way through the crowd, enough so that by the time they stumbled out in to the back alley Genma was a little worried she might have had time to disappear on them. Thankfully she hadn’t. He did, however, note that her eyes were just as wide as Kakashi’s and both of them looked rather like they would have loved to flee if only they could figure out which direction to go in. 

“Alright, who’s going to tell me what’s going on?” he said. Kakashi gurgled a little. 

“I, ah, okay so...please don’t be upset.” The leather of Sakura’s gloves creaked in protest as she wrung the poor things between her bare hands with perhaps a little too much violence. 

“No promises. Go on then.”

The look she gave him was utterly devoid of humor but luckily for his bones she chose not to punish him for trying to lighten the mood. After a few more times wringing her gloves she allowed them to drop to the ground, taking one very deep breath before turning both hands to reveal her palms. One of them was half colored in. 

“Look I know he’s your- I know that you two- I didn’t mean to! Genma-san I’ve never seen anything like this! I was just trying to get his attention so I put a hand on his shoulder and I guess I’ve just never touched him skin to skin before and-”

“Woah, calm down, calm down. Don’t start hyperventilating. It’s...you left a...a soulmark?”

All the breath in his lungs whooshed out of him with some indeterminate noise when both Sakura and Kakashi nodded in the affirmative. It felt like suddenly there was no more oxygen left. Distantly Genma could tell that his legs were trembling but he couldn’t be bothered to care about that at the moment, not when everything he’d been waiting so long for was coming true right in front of his eyes. 

He didn’t realize how long he stared for until Sakura cleared her throat and he peeked up to see that she looked even closer to flight. Only then did the rest of her words finally sink in and he understood why she didn’t look happier about such an auspicious discovery. 

“You idiot!” Kakashi flinched when Genma reached over to smack him on the back of the head. “How many years have you known this girl and you never told her we’ve got another soulmate!?” 

“A- a what?” Sakura breathed. 

“We- oh sweet chakra farts just give me your hand, here.”

Impatient to seal them all together, Genma didn’t wait for permission to reach over and clasp Sakura’s hand in the one of his own that looked very much like hers, colored in on one half where he’d first touched Kakashi in the same place she had. All it took was a brief press of skin and then he was pulling away to turn his hand over. They still matched, of course, only now they both sported palms entirely covered with the beautiful mix of colors that made up their soulmarks, each half ever so slightly unique to show that they were both bonded to a third. No doubt Kakashi’s mark looked identical and for the space of a single moment Genma thought to pity his first partner that he didn’t have the same ability to just sit and stare at his own mark. 

The moment passed quickly. Kakashi was a sappy guy under the front he put up for others but he wasn’t quite that sentimental. Which was good. Sometimes Genma needed a little help tossing out his old ripped clothing because those shirts had been with him through so many missions they almost felt like friends. 

“Oh.” The breathy whisper of Sakura’s voice brought him back from whatever tangents his brain had been trying to distract him with. “I...both of you!?” 

“Maa, sorry about that,” Kakashi offered sheepishly. 

“Don’t be- you- and you- and you think I need you to say sorry?” 

“I’ve been chipping away at those self esteem issues for years, trust me. Might be nice to have some help with that.” Genma chuckled to cover his nerves. “Seriously though, you don’t mind do you? We’re both maybe a bit old for you but we’ve been keeping a spot on the couch warm for whenever we found you. If you need some time to think about it that’s okay. Just, ah, just know that, um…”

He was cut off from having to finish that thought by deceptively slim arms throwing themselves around his neck. Genma closed his eyes and reveled in the instant familiarity until Kakashi very shyly pressed himself in from behind and then that was it. They were complete. It would have been impossible to find words to describe the difference but it was there and Genma was just as happy to feel it instead of talking about it. After all this time they had found her, the missing piece in the beautiful puzzle of their bond. 

“Who needs time?” Sakura mumbled against his neck. “I’ve got so much to catch up on.”

“Later,” Kakashi insisted very quietly.

It wasn’t hard to guess his meaning. Genma smiled when he felt one of Sakura’s arms tighten around him even as the other let go to reach for Kakashi, all three woven together exactly as they were always meant to be. This, he decided, was one of the better things the universe had created. He might give fate a hard time for all the shit it had thrown at them over the years but it had always been clear to him that this right here, the three of them together, this would always be worth it. 

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2.43 S1 Chapter 2.1 - Dracula and Princess Briar Rose

1. BENCHWARMER

Can we get an f in the chat for Ibara, who is looking like she’s not going to show up in the anime

Also the “Princess Briar Rose” part of the title is a pun on Ibara’s name, which means “briars” and the Japanese name for Briar Rose is Ibara-hime

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Two meters and twenty-four centimeters and,

Two meters and forty-three centimeters.

What are those numbers, you ask? Those were the heights of the nets at the high school volleyball nationals. The first one was for girls, and the second one was for boys.

The difference between them was nineteen centimeters. In other words, boys played at a place nineteen centimeters higher than girls—that’s what it seemed like, but I don’t think it was so simple. There was a difference of twenty centimeters between boys and girls just from comparing the average heights of vertical jumps for a typical high schooler. If you add the difference in average height and arm length to that, then it should be a difference of forty or, if one was unlucky, fifty centimeters.

Boys competed even higher in the air above the net, which was nineteen centimeters taller than the girls’. When I watched intensity of the boys’ midair fight, it made me think how cramped and constricted we in girls’ volleyball were, just running around close to the floor. Of course, in Japan, girls’ volleyball was traditionally more popular, and there were many people who found the fun of volleyball in the combination plays and successive rallies that were distinctive to girls, so I would like to add this was purely my personal opinion. …But still, let me tell you, those rallies only lasted because of the “react-able” power and speed of the girls’ spikes. We weren’t able to react to boys’ spikes.

I was enchanted by the way the boys played. I was genuinely longing to play like them.

“Sorry, sorry, you’re from girls’ volleyball, right? We’re supposed to have a meeting today. Err…”

A remarkably tall boy spotted me and rushed over. Although, the width of each step was so big that it looked like he was calmly walking over here. He was like a giraffe…I thought, immediately overlapping the image of that tall and thin herbivore peacefully strutting in the African savannahs over him.

“I’m Suemori from 2-A. Hello.”

After curtly giving my name, my eyes returned to the court. The boy who had been standing out since earlier was just about to spike. He jumped so high that his hips were above the 2.43-meter net and slammed in a glorious spike along with a yell of “Rah!”

“Oops,” The aforementioned lanky giraffe-like boy stretched out his long arm and stopped the ball that came flying with a big bounce. While rolling it back with his foot, he called out in an exasperated-sounding voice, “You’ll hit a girl, you idiot. Be careful!” The way he spoke, like it lingered on the tongue, and his low-pitched voice really did remind me of a giraffe (although I’ve of course never heard a giraffe speak or even make a sound). I, who was 173 centimeters tall, was among the tallest in my class, including the boys, so I wasn’t treated like a girl often, but it seemed that I fit into the standard for a girl in the eyes of Giraffe Boy. On one hand, I felt embarrassed, but on the other hand, it made me feel uncomfortable.

“Soooorry.”

The boy who hit the ball just now went to the back of the spiking practice line again while throwing back an apology that didn’t sound particularly sorry.

“Um…so, let me introduce myself again, Suemori-san. I’m Aoki from 3-C.”

“I know who you are. You’re the vice president.”

Ah, nice to meet you, Giraffe Aoki-senpai said, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile like he was eating leaves.

“Is that first-year Kuroba Yuni?”

“Eh? Oh, you know him?”

“I don’t really know him, but he’s my kouhai from middle school, so I recognize his face at least.”

Watching that first-year who was bouncing in place impatiently for his turn even though it wasn’t a long line, I was shocked, wondering if that was really the case as I confirmed it for myself. The reason for the questioning form was because he was very different from the impression I had of him in middle school. Speaking of Kuroba Yuni, wasn’t he the flunky of Kuroba Yorimichi—who was one of the “Big Four Guidance Regulars” handed down through the history of Monshiro Middle School—and a uselessly big liberal arts-type of boy?

“Boys can get pretty good all of a sudden.”

A line I heard someone said suddenly came to mind. Who said it…oh, it was Ayano. My chest ached a little as I recalled.

I heard that last year, the boys’ volleyball team at my old middle school achieved the good result of fourth place at the summer prefectural tournament. When I was there, the year before last, the boys’ team was far from a weak team…it couldn’t be called “existing”, but apparently there was a transfer student who somehow brought a miracle to the club.

“Is that kid the only one from Monshiro Middle joining this year?”

“Monshiro Middle? …Hah, I think it’s Kuroba and Nagato over there?”

I’ve seen that first-year called Nagato before, so he wasn’t that transfer student.

“I heard that there’s a great setter among our kouhai, but he didn’t come here, huh…” I murmured, but just I finished my sentence, Giraffe Aoki-senpai suddenly started coughing violently.

“…Are you alright?”

“Yeah, um, it’s just a cloud of sand.”

“Boys’ volleyball is pretty soft, I see.”

“You sure are harsh, Suemori-san.”

With another light cough, Aoki-senpai shrugged, looking embarrassed.

“It’s just how I am.”

I answered curtly on the surface, but on the inside, I was fed up with myself, thinking, Ah, I did it again. I knew full well that comments like these could hurt people.

Fortunately, Aoki-senpai didn’t seem particularly offended.

“Well, I can’t deny that, so it’s fine. Now, let’s have a discussion. Oh, I’m the vice captain. The captain is that Oda guy over there…Oi, Shin. We’re talking about the ballgame tournament!”

Nanafu Seiin Prefectural High School, located in Nanafu City, Fukui Prefecture. It took twenty-five minutes by train to go from the town of Monshiro, where my and Kuroba’s houses were located, to Nanafu Station. Including the travel time from my house to Monshiro Station, as well as the travel time from Nanafu Station to school, it took about an hour to get to school, but it was a school where there were a few people here and there from Monshiro Middle.

The ballgame tournament “Seiin Ballgame Festival,” which would take place in late June, could be called the main event of the first semester at our school. There would be six events: mixed boys’ and girls’ softball, mixed boys’ and girls’ futsal, girls’ basketball, boys’ volleyball, and girls’ volleyball. Under the supervision of the executive committee, each sports team would assist in the operation of the event. Incidentally, for many clubs, this overlapped with the time of the year when the prefectural qualifiers for summer national tournaments, so they shouldn’t have time to devote to school events by all rights, but our school didn’t have any teams that could go to nationals, so there was no problem. Rather, it was a time for a breather after being eliminated from the qualifiers.

Therefore, in the volleyball division, the boys’ and girls’ volleyball teams had to send staff members from each of their teams to run the event, but since the boys’ team was actually traditionally few in members, it was an annual custom for the girls’ team, which in contrast traditionally had a large number of members, to send out helpers.

And so unfortunately this year, the one sent in to the boys’ team in that coordinator role was me, girls’ volleyball second-year, Suemori Ibara. I said unfortunately because…being designated as a coordinator was synonymous being branded as a leftover as a player. In the girls’ team, it was a empty job where those who were judged useless were sent away.

“…So, if we follow how we did it last year, a teacher will be the chief referee, but from the club members, we need one person to be the assistant referee, one to be the scorer, two ball retrievers, and four linesmen. If it’s okay to leave out moppers, then then we need eight people for a single match. The girls will provide the two ball retrievers and two linesmen. We can’t spare anymore than that because we have to manage the girls’ side too. From the boys, please send out four people for the assistant referee, scorer, and two linesmen for each match. I think it will be difficult to divide up roles so that it won’t overlap with the people who will be in the match. Do you have any questions so far? You’re both third-years, so I think you probably knew all this, but…”

I, who had dropped my eyes to the memo I took over from my senpai in the girls’ club as I explained to that point, raised my head and saw the unreliable and worried looks on the two third-year boys, which strengthened my concern. I don’t know how to put this, but was there nothing that could be done about this vague herbivorous feeling that was common to all creatures called boys’ volleyball team members?

The aforementioned third-year who was so long and thin that he reminded one of a giraffe was the vice captain, Aoki Misao-senpai. In contrast, the captain, Oda Shinichiro-senpai was—it was rude to say this—a “pint-sized” boy. He was probably about ten centimeters shorter than me. Even if you discount the fact that I was tall for a girl, I was still way below the average height for boys. Is he a libero…? However, according to the rules, the team captain couldn’t be the libero in games, so there must have been some sort of inconvenience if the team captain was the libero.

If Aoki-senpai was a giraffe, then Oda-senpai was…what was he, a dog…yes, a dog. A Shiba inu. Crap, now I could only see him as a Shiba inu. I even saw a hallucination of him wagging his tail. Why was I talking so seriously while face to face with a giraffe and a dog? I was dying to tell someone about it…I wish I could talk to Ayano…

“Also, I’m working until the day before, not the day of, but team practice starts next week and I have to help with that as well. I’ll be inside on the day of the event for boys’ volleyball, but there will be days where I’m outside practicing…”

Since you could only take two courts in the gym, and there were four courts when you counted the outside court, boys’ and girls’ volleyball and the basketball teams competed for them. The fact that being inside was treated as “winning” and outside was “losing” was the same as marking out space for normal club activities. The ground on the outside court was dry, and if you tried to do a sliding receive, you would end up choking on a cloud of dust and your jersey and ball would turn chalk white, and depending on the weather, it’d be boiling or freezing, so we were being prejudiced against at any rate. And the tragedy of being wet and muddy after the rain didn’t need to be said.

As a result of a lottery, the venue for this year was determined to be outside for girls’ volleyball and boys’ basketball who drew “blanks”, and inside for boys’ volleyball and girls’ basketball who drew “success.”

“…You had good luck this year.”

When I muttered that in between conversations, Oda-senpai and Aoki-senpai both stiffened slightly and exchanged glances. “What is it?” I knitted my brows at this exchange that was like accomplices making eye contact with each other.

Oda-senpai sighed with a glum look on his face, and then gave a sidelong glare to Aoki-senpai.

“About that…actually, because of this guy’s cheating…”

“Hey, it’ll be awkward if you tell that to someone from girl’s volleyball. You were the one who said you wanted to be inside this year no matter what.”

“I never said a word about cheating. If the girls’ team doesn’t accept it, they might have to redo the lottery, which I don’t mind.”

While feeling a headache from the hallucination of a Shiba inu hounding a groaning giraffe and the giraffe laughing like an idiot and bending his long neck back, something occurred to me. Aoki-senpai was the vice president of the student council. The ballgame tournament was organized by the student council, and it was customary for the vice president to serve as the executive committee chairman. It would be possible for him to set up a cheating scheme for the lottery.

“I don’t see how it’s a problem. I won’t tell on you.”

I tried my best to sound indifferent.

“…It’s for Kanno’s sake, isn’t it?”

The two senpais blinked and exchanged glances once again. And then, Oda-senpai looked awkward, as expected, and Aoki-senpai didn’t look the least bit ashamed, but they both smiled bashfully.

“Yes.”

They said in unison and nodded.

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#2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu #2.43 book 1 #2.43 translation

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Handing Over the Mantle Part 2

HC of when the dorm leaders’ hand over their position to the first years au series

Savanaclaw Ver.

·       On the day of graduation, Savanclaw was loud. Not “loud”, I mean LOUD

·       It was THE party of wild animals, literally. The concept of decency? Who’s she? Never heard of her before

·       Dorm members were skinny dipping into the water-fall pool, while others were making a ruckus as they ate at the table

·       Music playing hard to the point Kalim and Jamil could’ve sworn they could hear it from their dorm, while they were holding Scarabia’s graduation banquet

·       Cheering, chaos, laughter, and yelling overpowers the music as everyone celebrated graduation to the fullest

·       And besides, you can’t blame them for being like this can you? They’re part of Mother Nature~

·       Leona was sitting in the shade provided by the curtains, eating his 10th plate of meat as Ruggie was once again busy getting him food

·       He made sure that the graduation party for his year was completely meat. Okay. Not completely since there are a few choice veggies here and there, but most of it was meat

·       He didn’t even bat an eyelash when some student gets thrown over in front of his face and into the lounge’s pool as he busied himself stuffing his face with meat

·       When Ruggie comes back with another heaping of meat, he huffed at Leona, talking about how Leona had never changed despite how long he stayed in school. Heck he’s still pulling off the veggies on the kebabs and eating only the meat!

·       Leona grumbled at Ruggie to shut the f*** up and let him enjoy his last day in “this stupid school”, enjoying the taste of sirloin

·       As Ruggie nagged at him, Leona’s attention was caught by something he didn’t expected to see

·       Jack was blushing from all the attention he was getting from his seniors as they teased him how he still acted like a “baby freshman” despite him ending his second-year in NRC

·       It was obvious that people started to like Jack as one of incoming-4th year slung an arm around Jack’s shoulders and ruffles his head as he promises those that were graduating, he would take good care of his kouhais

·       Even though he growls, Jack’s grin betrays his words as it was obvious that he was enjoying the time he was having with them

·       Looking at where Leona was looking, an exasperated smile formed on Ruggie’s lips as he sighs about how the comment he made about Leona could be applied to Jack despite how he had grown more mature compared to when he was a freshman

·       To that Leona sneered, how it was exactly the opposite to what Ruggie had just said. Instead of becoming more mature or stayed the same, Jack became the dorm’s “baby pup”, wagging his tail to the seniors he respect while puffing his chest out when exerting justice

·       Despite saying that, Leona’s eyes slightly softened as he looked at Jack, making Ruggie to mischievously laugh  with his “shishishi~”

·       Fully aware of what Ruggie was thinking about, Leona lets out a sigh of his own as he finished sucking the remaining meat juices on the bone he ate from before tossing it on his empty plate and telling Ruggie to grab Jack

·       It took a few seconds for Ruggie to understand what Leona meant. When he does, he ended up whining about how he wasn’t even able to finish his 7th plate only to yell at Leona when he saw the lion walk away with his hands in his pockets

·       Dragging his hands down his face, Ruggie let’s out a groan of frustration he went and grabbed Jack

·       By the time Jack was dragged away from the arm-wrestling competition he was having the rest of the dorm members (he nearly broke  5 people’s arms with just his brute strength), Ruggie and him arrived at the very top of the water fall

·       Leona was looking down at the dorm’s lounge, watching everyone happily smile with a blank look while Jack and Ruggie approached him

·       Nervousness was all Jack felt, not used to be calling out like this by his senpai

·       And it certainly didn’t help him nor Ruggie, who ended up standing still and give Leona his utmost look of respect, when Leona, unknowingly, leaks out some of his charisma

·       Just looking at him from the behind reminded the two that Leona was king quality. It wasn’t even 10% of his full charisma and already the demand of utmost respect and admiration from everyone felt overwhelming to them

·       When Leona snapped at Jack as to what he was doing and making him wait, Jack breaks out of his trance with the help of Ruggie, who nudged the young wolf to get the hint

·       Walking towards him, Jack looked at Leona, asking what it was his soon-to-be-retired dorm leader wanted from him

·       He doesn’t answer Jack before Leona roared

·       Instantly the whole dorm went silent as everyone looked up towards the top of the waterfall and gave their attention to Leona

·       After seeing that he had gotten everyone’s attention, Leona closed his eyes and let out another sigh

·       When he opened them again, his emerald eyes glowed as he opened his mouth and starts the graduation speech

·       No words or whispers were heard as Leona about Savanclaw’s history – going on about how it was a dorm based of the King of Beasts and held tremendous power compared to all the other dorms

·       He goes on about how, during his years as dorm leader, they may have become 2nd however, not once did they lose their power or quality in power. They proved to him that they were powerful magicians that deserves more attention, more respect – that they deserved better compared to those Diasomnia brats

·       Tears started to form in the corner of everyone’s eyes as they heard their dorm leader actually praising them for their skills and talents as Leona continued how not once did they grew weaker – they only grew smarter and stronger

·       Jack and Ruggie both faltered when Leona told them not to be ashamed with what had happened last year with the Interdorm Tournament.  The two were giving him reprimanding glares. Yet it only lasted a second when Leona mentioned how they still ended up being 2nd again despite the handicap they were forced to deal with

·       As people started crying, Leona lifted a hand pats Jack shoulder

·       The minute Jack gave Leona a questioning look, Leona announced that Jack would be the next dorm leader of Savanaclaw

·       A minute passed before everyone comprehended what he had just said and collectively yelled out a questioning “huh”. And it was impressive, especially since it was harmonious.

·       Jack was stuttering “senpai”, unable to even get his question past his lips as Ruggie was outrageously laughing, holding his stomach

·       And it made Jack further put into a mess when Leona says “what” – as if asking his kouhai what he did wrong

·       After 10 tries, Jack was finally able to ask why Leona had chosen him

·       He didn’t appreciate how Leona was looking at him as if asking him if he was dense and verbally stated it

·       Grumbling underneath his breath about how he couldn’t wait to get away “the dumb mutts”, he clicks his tongue and scratched the back of his head

·       Giving Jack an annoyed look, Leona insulted Jack at first

·       “You’re too honest to the point of being dumb”, “you’re too naïve to the point you can easily be manipulated without even you realizing it,” and so forth jabbed Jack in the heart

·       At this point, Jack was persuaded that Leona wanted to teach him a lesson after having to deal with him until Leona started to point Jack’s strength

·       It was obvious Leona was hating every single moment of this whole thing as he pointed out how Jack never once let go of his sense of justice, making him not only a voice of reason but also shows Jack was capable to dealing with others.

·       His stubbornness showed Leona that despite all the traitorous deeds Jack had done, he was still loyal to the dorm. His greediness to become more powerful, stronger than ever before alone shows his dedication

·       Sure, he may have not have the brains of a tactician yet or can communicate with others properly, but the way he cared for others makes up for it. And with a bit of training and leading, Jack wouldn’t need to worry about those

·       Jack’s heart felt warm as it was his first time since he entered Savanaclaw that he had ever been praised personally by Leona. He’s more familiar with being called a “traitor to the dorm” or “baby freshman” despite him just wanting the best

·       To be praised by not just any senpai, but by the senpai he had idolized – it was impossible for Jack to not tear up

·       Jack gulps back the sound of a sob as he asked about Ruggie

·       He points out to Leona that Ruggie was still his senior, therefore he should be getting the position of dorm leader as other dorm members voiced out their agreement to Jack’s question

·       Before Leona could even open his mouth, Ruggie started to mutter

·       Leona was about to say “what the hell did you say, Ruggie” until Ruggie yelled out “Are you kidding me?!?!!”

·       The two tall carnivores both jumped and looked the hyena in shock as Ruggie was pulling his hair

·       Pushing the lion, Ruggie was asking Jack incredulously if he was trying to make his “poor, small senpai” to suffer more?

·       All the dorm members were surprised from the outburst as they listened to Ruggie ranting about how he had to take care of Leona 24/7 – babysitting him as if he was some kid

·       And for him to be like that to now 100+ guys? No. Thank you. Like hell he’ll be doing that

·       He wanted a break. A vacation dang it. He deserved rest

·       Seeing how Ruggie was completely against himself being dorm leader to the point he was brutally roasting Leona’s habits, everyone ended up laughing while Leona gripped Ruggie’s head, threatening the smaller carnivore of the three if he dared to continue insulting him

·       Once the laughter died down, Leona sighed for the 100th time

·       Leona then begun to finish his speech by saying how everyone gave him headaches because of how… “simple” they were. Yet, during the few years he was dorm leader, they had became his sole pride

·       Even if he was offered to transfer to another dorm for the sake of being able to nap all day and be left alone, he admitted that he would’ve decline because he didn’t want to throw away the hard work he made to push their dorm into the direction of their next Golden Age

·       He turned to Jack, who ended up crying, and pushed him to the front of himself as Leona told them it was official  and by everyone’s agreement that Jack is the new dorm leader

·       The reality of Leona leaving them finally sunk in as everyone had their head down and cried. Some covering their face with an arm, while others just clenched their fists in attempt to hold it in

·       Jack bowed down to Leona with his head down, sobbing about how he promise to continue “Leona-senpai’s” legacy by making Savanaclaw reach its peaks and reclaim their position of being #1

·       On the side, Ruggie attempted to give his signature chuckles of “shishishi”s as he held in his tears and told Leona he would take good care of Jack and make him the best dorm leader after him

·       Leona huffed at the site of the everyone before he reached out and ruffled both Jack and Ruggie’s head

·       He gave them a smirk once he stopped and told them that he expects their dorm to beat Diasomnia in the next Interdorm Tournament then

·       Gulping their sobs, both Jack and Ruggie yelled “Long live the king!” and bowed to Leona in 90°, leading to everyone to follow suit

·       No matter how much Leona wanted to deny it, tears were sliding down his cheeks as he laughed and said they looked stupid doing this

·       Soon enough the party resumed when Ruggie and Jack decided to push Leona down the waterfall, only to quickly run away when Leona blasted magic back at them with his pen wand

#twst #twisted wonderland #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #hc #headcanon #theory