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audinosaur · 8 months
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@jdjdddnn OMG YES i love everything about this. not just tora and lev bonding over their mutual annoyance for their sisters, but talking about it so much that even the team knows about it and uses it as a tactic to get them to cut their bickering!!
"so.. how are your sisters doing?" is such a simple question but it would probably send both of them on such a long rant about how "akane keeps hogging the bathroom for like 20 minutes just to do her hair" "omg literally alisa does that all the time! don't get me started on how-" and then by the time their finished talking practice is already over LMAO
tora & lev is such an underrated friendship ahhhhh i need more of them ;-;
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juusauce · 11 months
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Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa) Pt. 6
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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are all made up by the author and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.
Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.
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Part 5
“What happened?” I confusedly asked her. “Alisa, tell me, what’s going on?” but she didn’t respond, still pushing me but later on she leaned on me. I loosened my hold on her, I asked her what was going on but she wouldn’t tell me. Instead, she immediately went to the woman’s comfort room. I followed her but I stayed outside.
I feel nervous every time I hear her vomiting inside the cubicle. I want to help her but I don’t know what to do.
“Alisa—Oh? Are you fine now?” She sharply looked at me while I was still confused about it. Is she mad at me? What the heck? I didn’t do anything but here she is getting mad at me.
“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” I’m still following her, like a dog’s tail. I might look like an idiot but I don’t care anymore.
She keeps avoiding me as she did before but I won’t give up on her easily. So I looked for a place where I couldn’t bother both her space and the customers. I waited patiently for her while my eyes locked on her, not letting her get away from my sight.
I noticed that she seemed unable to stand and walk properly. Later on, she suddenly lost her balance but before she could land on the ground, I caught her in my arms. It almost took away my breath, too scared for her.
 I didn’t want to leave her alone in the hospital but I needed to attend the meeting. But before I left, I put two bodyguards to look for her for a while, while I’m away.
“Sir, the patient escaped.” I suddenly stood from my seat, both shocked and confused but angrier. What the fuck? They were two bodyguards but they let a frail woman escape? I couldn’t believe this.
“I’ll fire you two if you can’t find her.” My voice thundered. I’m mad at them but more afraid of what will happen to her.
I walked back and forth, uneasy because a lot of things were running through my mind. I know she was afraid of me, afraid to be judged but why did she already conclude that I can do that to her? I believed her even though she didn’t tell me everything, about what exactly happened before that scandal came out.
“Could you calm down and please stop walking back and forth, Tetsurou? It’s making me feel dizzy.” Tooru scolded me.
How can I fucking calm, when Alisa is still missing until now? I asked for the hospital’s CCTV record on that day, and I saw her leaving alone, wearing a nurse’s uniform. The hospital wasn’t aware of her disappearance because she went through the back. Why was I too relaxed? I thought the hospital’s security was tight and safe. What the fuck?
I gritted my teeth. I was restless because I was worried about her. Everything was fine, except that someone had run away! She was used to leaving me behind, not thinking about what I could feel every time she left me. Why is she so unfair? Leaving me behind like I’m not important to her. 
Am I not part of her life? Did she love me? Apprehension and hesitation creep into my mind. The thoughts running through my head make me dizzy and tired. Even though I’m weary, I didn’t let my eyes close. I want to be the first one who will see her face once she’s found.
“Excuse me, sir, here are the documents you’ve been asking for.” 
I just let my secretary put on my desk the document I was asking for from the hospital. It was Alisa’s medical records. I want to make sure she’s fine and not sick. The last time I saw her, she looked so frail and it makes me worry for her all the time.
I frowned, can’t comprehend everything that was written on the fucking sheet of paper. I almost tore the documents when Atsumu suddenly opened the door.
I sighed and rested my head on the headrest.
“What the fuck? Her hCG is above average, she might be pregnant.” Atsumu looked so horrified as he looked back and forth between me and the papers he was holding. But there’s one thing that caught my attention, my jaw dropped.
This can’t be?!! hCG is above average? Pregnant? Fuck! Should I feel happy right now? Yes, indeed! Honestly, I’m thrilled but the fact that she’s pregnant while running away from me makes me furious. How could she leave me again with our baby, huh? I’m sure, I am the father of her baby. I didn’t doubt her about that but I know that’s our baby. But how long would she hide it from me? Is that the reason why she left me again?
“This could not be happening, right?” Atsumu still couldn’t believe everything.
“It’s happening.” I remained composed and calm while he looked so confused and shocked.
“So you were serious about her?”
“I wouldn’t be if I didn’t get pregnant!”
“What the fuck! You’re ridiculous!” He shook his head in disbelief, still processing how he could accept that information.
My eyes were still closed. I gritted my teeth. I don’t think I can stand it anymore, without knowing where she is right now makes me madder at myself. I couldn’t bear it if something bad happened to her or our baby.
Before she left, she looked frail and I was worried the whole time. I can’t even fucking rest my eyes in a single second, always planning what I can do to find her quickly and Mr. Kazuhito. I’m always bugging Kenma, asking for his help to track them both. And now, I’m too weary but I might not be able to sleep not until I find her and capture the person who ruined her life.
Part 7
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clementinecoastline · 2 years
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haiba lev is an enthusiastic feminist
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skooorch · 1 year
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Kuroo Ichika buys a new pair of volleyball shoes for her younger brother. She is in college, works and studies. Rarely visits. Very tired. Very busy.
Doesn't take care of her health as much as she should. Gets yelled at by her younger brother to eat more veggies.
Comes quietly watch her little brother play.
Ends up standing next to the Bokuto sisters. Too loud. They start cheering loudly whenever Bokuto scores. They don't actually know much about volleyball. They sure do get excited over it though.
Has to hear HEY HEY HEY
Has to hear them trash talk the other team.
Way too enthusiastic.
Then they get all upset when he gets blocked by her lil bro.
"Noooo wayyy!! That middle blocker is so annoying."
While she's super proud of her little bro for shutting the Bokuto family up.
At the end of it, she tells Kuroo he should have stuffed that Bokuto guy more, and he's the reason she now has a headache.
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pridewon · 2 years
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@fxulplay​ said: It's National Cat Day! And what better way to celebrate than by inviting Nekoma's captain out to a very special place? Alisa approached with a skip in her step and a bright, excited smile as she waved him down."Kuroo! Do you have a minute? I was wondering, if you're not doing anything else today, would you want to go out to this adorable little cat cafe I found? It looks so cute!"
Somewhere on the other side of the gym, Kuroo feels the pointed look Yaku give him bore/drill into the back of his head; and Kuroo, thankfully, is good enough an actor (and the surprise helps) to repress the Cheshire grin that would otherwise have bloomed on his lips at the thought of drawing out poor Yaku’s teenage jealousy. “Who, me?” Instead, Cheshire grin is hijacked, replaced by a blink and a stutter in his movements; and finally, a smile, the moment he regains his briefly disabled braincells. Kuroo doesn’t exactly go to cat cafés on a regular basis (... hell, he’s never stepped foot in one), but... honestly, who in their right mind would even think of refusing Alisa Haiba and her bright smile anything? 
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“... you know what, it would be my honour, Alisa-neesan.” The beauty of it? He’s not even being sarcastic. Everyone on the cats’ team has a soft spot for Lev’s sister - how could they not, when she radiates a kind and sunny energy to bright up an entire room and always has a kind word or an encouragement to spare? Kuroo draws a brief comparison with his own sister... yeah, nah. His sister is a downright demon, compared to the angel incarnate Alisa is in contrast. “How about you give me ten minutes to take a shower real quick, and I’ll be right back? Wouldn’t wanna scare the cats away with the smell of a three-hours practice, would we?” Or her, for that matter, but... something tells him that with Lev around, she must be used to it. 
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dira333 · 2 months
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The Gremlin or how to get over yourself - Suna x Reader (Angst to fluff)
A/N: I moved my writing schedule to write only on weekends. Things will take a lot more time but my health will be better off. Please enjoy this Suna Fic, it's my first time writing for him.
Words: 7,1k - tagging @emmyrosee because she loves Suna
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It’s seven p.m. on a Thursday night when Suna’s phone rings, Keeping up with the Kardashians is playing on low volume as he swallows the rest of his Chuupet, a necessary entree prepping his stomach lining for the slightly burnt Rice he’s having for Dinner.
Samu’s curt in his greeting, kitchen noise in the background as usual.
“The Gremlin’s having a week off.” He says. “I’m not supposed to ask, but do you still own that pull-out couch?”
The Gremlin. He hasn’t heard that name in months.
Suna’s the one who came up with it, a silly joke that slipped out at an unfortunate time.
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“That’s our sister,” Tsumu comments on the high-pitched wailing coming from the kitchen. “Just ignore her.”
“She’s not that bad.” Samu tries. “Just don’t look at her too long.”
The wailing stops abruptly, followed by the tell-tale sound of someone snuffling loudly.
“Samu? Tsumu? Are you home?”
Red-rimmed eyes peer into the hallway, silver braces glinting in the dim light. Your hair’s a mess that might have been pigtails sometime before. 
“You look like a gremlin.” Suna points out. He half expects you to cry again. Instead, you kick him in the balls.
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“Uh, sure.” He manages to pull himself out of the memory, the pain still fresh in his mind even if it’s been years. “She could just ask herself, she’s got my number.”
“Ah,” Osamu chuckles half-heartedly. “I didn’t like her last boyfriend. She’s still mad about that.”
“Boyfriend?” He hears himself ask, mind going a little frayed trying to picture you with a boyfriend. 
“Yeah, I don’t know if you know him, but he was Nekoma’s Captain when we went to Nationals? Black hair that made him look like a Rooster?”
A chill runs down his back. “You let your sister date Kuroo Tetsuro?”
“Hey now, it’s not like I got anything to say in that matter. You know how she is.”
“Yeah, I do-” He mumbles, mind already drifting back.
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“Why would I do that?” Gremlin asks, nose pointed to the sky. The braces look almost cute on you when you smile like that, a little arrogant and so very pleased with yourself. The new set of pimples across your nose ruins the look a little bit, but there are more important things to think about.
“Come on.” Tsumu whines. “It would be so funny! You just have to ask him out on a date.”
“Nah.” You blow a bubble with your chewing gum, clearly feeling very important. It’s rare that your brothers ask you for help and you like to lord your power over them. 
“If you do it, I’ll ask Kita-san to let you train with us for one day.”
Your eyes light up at the prospect, even as both Samu and Tsumu groan in annoyance. The girl's Volleyball Club isn’t to be messed with, but you’re as competitive as your brothers. There’s a long-standing battle of who’s best and you’ve gotten better since you got into High School, yearning to show off.
He can’t quite understand why, but he respects it. You’re one of the youngest in your Class, born on the last possible day to make it into one school year below your brothers. Maybe it’s because you’re born prematurely. Tsumu calls it your obsessive need to be part of absolutely everything, Suna thinks you’re obsessed with proving yourself. 
“Fine.” You huff. “So I ask the Basketball Captain on a date and then I just stand him up?”
“Yeah!” Tsumu nods eagerly, Samu a little preoccupied with his Bento. “I’ll even toss to you during training if he accepts.”
Midorima-san does not accept your confession. But Suna gets to be there, phone ready, when you kick him in the balls. Midorima-san screams like a little girl.
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“Anyways.” Samu pulls him out of his reverie again. “I’ll text Kita to let her know you’ll pick her up from the train station.”
“Hold up.” Suna puts his phone between his ear and shoulder, trying his darned best to save both his dinner and his last remaining brain cells. “Why do I have to pick her up and why can’t you just tell her yourself?”
“Dude, keep up. Mom would kill you if she knew the Gremlin had to take an Uber in a foreign city when you’re perfectly capable of picking her up. Who raised you?”
“True.” He huffs, wrinkles his nose at the perfectly burned rice on his plate. Oh well, Take-out it is. “And Kita?”
“I told you she’s still mad about that Kuroo thing. She could never say no to Kita.”
“True,” he repeats, an acid taste on his tongue. He used to hate that, how Mr. Perfect could make even you swoon, the Gremlin, the monster every boy at school secretly feared. 
“So, what did you do? That made her so mad?”
“Ask Tsumu about it, I have to work.” The call disconnects with a dissatisfying click and Suna grunts, orders Pizza, and calls Tsumu. He’s invested now.
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Five days later he’s as well informed as he can be.
You’re arriving at exactly 5:24 p.m. and you broke up with Kuroo over both his workaholic tendencies and a job offer too good to decline.
Samu and Tsumu decided to throw a party at the news which didn’t go over well with you, even though you did decide to get drunk with them - Tsumu woke up with half his eyebrows shaved off and Samu still misses a box of his favorite cookies that he swears you took.
You like Tamagoyaki for breakfast and you’re here to decide between three different offers for three different teams, all Division 1 of Japan’s V.League. You’re a Libero now and a pretty good one too.
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“Why are you crying?” He asks, offering you a Chuupet. You like the pineapple flavor best and that works out okay because it’s his least favorite flavor. 
“Doesn’t matter.” You wipe your nose on your sleeve and stare down the roof. He can hear Tsumu somewhere below them, yelling some curse words into the wind. He’s probably fighting with Samu right now.
“Did you get asked out by someone ugly?” He asks, taking a seat opposite to you. “Do I have to beat someone up?” 
“Kita-san is leaving after this year.” You point out. It’s a fact and you don’t sound too upset about it, yet it feels like you’ve dropped red-hot coals into his stomach, the acid bubbling from the heat.
“Uhuh.” 
You pull your knees up and he averts his eyes, lest someone accuses him of looking up your skirt. It’s not his fault you never seem to remember that you’re not wearing shorts.
“Kita-san told me that Tsumu’s going to be Captain next year.” You mumble into your arms. “And he asked me what my plans are.”
“What did you say?”
“What do you think?” Your voice is sharp now, the usual sting of your words a welcome sensation. This is the you he knows well, unbothered if your truth makes others uncomfortable.
He leans back as far as he can, lets his eyes rest on your shoulder, the smooth curve of your neck. You’ve grown a few inches since you came here and it suits you well. 
“You want to be better than Tsumu.”
You snort, hit his thigh with your fist. The touch lingers even when you take your hand back.
“Kita-san said I can never be better than Tsumu.”
Suna’s never moved this fast before. His head almost knocks into yours.
“He didn’t!” His voice is almost shrill, his chest tight with a weird sensation. You seem calm, brows arched.
“He’s right, isn’t he?” You tell him, too calm. You’re the most dangerous when you’re calm. “I’ll never be an Original. Tsumu will keep playing, Samu won’t. If I keep playing, I’ll be just like Tsumu. If I decide to do something else, no matter what, I’ll be just like Samu. It just sucks so much!”
“Be a Libero then.” It’s a slip of his tongue, nothing more. But your eyes are big and bright and he wants to forget the way you looked before, desperate and desolate, so he keeps talking.
“You’re tall for a Libero. You’re average for a Setter. You’ll always be at the back of the Court and always wear a different shirt. Tsumu’s receiving sucks anyway. You’ll never be Captain, so you’ll never have to argue with him who’s been better at that. You can keep playing Volleyball and do your own twist of it.” He shrugs. “Just… Just an idea. I mean, you can do what you want. It’ll always be original. You’re the Gremlin after all.”
He forgets how to breathe when you pull him into a sudden hug. You’ve never been one for cuddling, never been into touch that doesn’t lend itself to violence.
But it’s nice, how you fit right in his arms, like you’d grown just for that purpose.
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“Suna!” It seems that he might have been able to forget quite some things, but not your voice.
“I’m here!” He lazily raises his arm, counting on his height. There are too many people on the platform right now, the bustle making it hard to spot you.
But then you step out from behind a gaggle of businessmen and his mouth runs dry.
It should be illegal to wear shorts this… well, short. Your legs are way too long to be real. You could probably break a watermelon between your thighs. Why is it suddenly so hot?
“Hey Stranger!” You greet him with a grin. Where you used to have braces is now a perfectly white set of teeth in a perfectly formed mouth. Oh, wait, no, there’s the dimple and the slight curve to the right. He feels a little faint and curses the fact he’s not had dinner yet.
“Hey.” Should he move to hug you? Offer his hand? Slap you on the back?
You take that decision from him, knock your left knee into his right like you used to do back in High School. “What’s up with you? Did you forget how to talk?”
“No, I’m fine. Just tired. How was the train ride?”
“Long. Boring. Are you hungry? Can we go eat before we drop off my stuff or do you have a ‘No girl stuff in my car’-rule like Tsumu?”
“Tsumu’s still single then?” He asks, directing you toward the exit. “Both’s fine with me. We can order take-out. What are you in the mood for?”
“You eat take-out? How shameful.” You wrinkle your nose at him in mock disgust. Would it be weird if he leaned in and bit into it, dug his teeth into your skin? Probably.
“You gonna rat me out to Samu?”
“Probably.”
“I’m letting you stay in my apartment.”
“I said probably. My Silence is expensive.”
“Hey, Suna!” A familiar voice yells over the crowd. He turns, surprised to see Komori.
“What are you doing here?”
“Nohr got a craving for that one Pork Belly Dish, so I drove over to get it for her. Is that your friend you mentioned? Hey, I’m Komori Motoya.” 
There’s that familiar tightness again, building up in his chest as he watches you chat with Komori. It’s Highschool all over again, how you swooned over Kita, had private discussions with Aran or the fact that you regularly went over to Ginjima’s place for some kind of secret meetings. 
It’s not that he dislikes you having friends. Or that he hates the fact that his friends like you too. But he’s him and that’s Komori, the nicest guy that ever decided to play Volleyball. Well, at least Komori’s not single.
“Oh, hi Suna.”
“What are you doing here?” 
Washio furrows his brows at his less than friendly tone.
“Wow, I know I messed up a little today, but are you really still mad about my Block?”
Your eyes are on him too now and he swallows the bile down yet again.
“Sorry, I’m being a dick.”
“When are you not?” You ask, a teasing lilt to your voice. It still stings, but less so when you knock your knee against his again. “You’re both on his team then?”
“Oh, yeah, Mr. Miserable is our Middle Blocker. I’m the other Middle Blocker and Komori is our Libero.”
“Oh, a fellow Libero.” You grin easily. “I’m here to check out a few teams in the area. We could get together some day, maybe? When the Grump’s not so obviously hangry?”
Washio laughs. “Sure. Sunday works well for me. What do you think Komori?”
“I’ll talk to Nohr and let you know, but I think I’d be fine with Sunday.”
“Don’t I get asked too?” Suna grumbles and you elbow him. “Pork Belly?” You ask him instead, nodding at the take-out containers both Washio and Komori carry.
“Sure.” He agrees, because at least that will get him out of this conversation.
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It’s almost time to go home and he’s still in possession of his second button.
Suna refuses to give it up and both Samu and Tsumu seem to think it’s hilarious.
“Hey.” In an uncharacteristic show of emotion, you weedle yourself under Tsumu’s left arm, press yourself into him as you peer up at Suna. “What are you guys doing after School?”
“Mom’s making Hot Pot!” Samu decares from your other side, finishing off the rest of the Yakisoba bread you had brought in as a present. You got all of them graduation presents. A book for Ginjima, new shoes for Tsumu - though you declared that you wanted his old ones - a mixed bag of Chuupets for Suna. All of the pineapple flavors have been taken out and while he should find it annoying, it’s a little too endearing to him.
“You’re invited, by the way.” Samu points out. “But Mom said it’s okay if you can’t come. Your parents probably planned something for you too.”
“Not sure.” He mumbles, fiddling with his second button. 
“Oh, we’re going soon, right?” Samu flings the wrapping paper of his bread into the waste basket at the door and pulls at Tsumu’s arm. “Come on, you still need to confess to that girl from the Crafts Club.”
“What?” Tsumu looks at him like he just declared he’d start playing Basketball from now on. “Yeah, come on.” Samu tugs again. “We’ll get back to you later.”
 And just like that, it’s the two of you, the air around you growing dense with unsaid things. 
“You still have your second button?” You ask, pointing at it.
“Yeah.” With one last tug, the string gives away and he holds it in his hands. The button’s not even that big, he thinks as he rolls it between sweaty fingers. Just a tiny thing made from plastic that holds so much meaning.
“Were you planning to give it to someone?” Your voice sounds weird. He can hear his pulse in his ears, way too loud and way too fast. He’s going back to Aichi in a few weeks, doesn’t know much about his future but the fact that he’s got into College there, will have to get into their College Volleyball team if he wants to make it Pro. And even then, nothing’s sure. Not if he’ll make it Pro, not if his team will win the important matches. He could be doomed to be average for the rest of his life, living from the memories he made right here, in those last three years.
When he looks up, you look different than before. 
You’ve got the Miya Gene of Stubbornness, and are the worst of all three when it comes to not letting go of your dreams. You’ve managed to turn around and beat everyone’s expectations in the last year alone, making it from an average setter to an extraordinary Libero. You almost won the Nationals last year and there’s word of it being a sure win the next time around.
It’s not a conscious decision, but it feels right. To open his mouth and say “No. I’m not giving it to anybody.” To fling that damned button out the window. 
Still. He’ll probably never forget the way your mouth curved at the sight, like you were trying to hold something inside that was trying to burst out of you. 
He misses your graduation because of a stubborn cold. He watches most of your matches until he gets so busy with training and College and just, life, that he falls off, little by little. 
Soon enough you’re nothing but a memory and he’s probably less in your head.
After all, you’re dating Kuroo Tetsuro and making a name for yourself, aren’t you?
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His heart is a traitorous thing, it seems, but at least it calms down over Pork Belly. You’re eating on the Couch you’re going to sleep on later, your legs familiarly thrown over his. Keeping Up with the Kardashians plays on TV, but it’s basically background noise now as you talk, laugh, and wave your chopsticks around.
It’s like old times, hanging out at your house after school. Any second now, Samu’s going to come in from the kitchen with his second helping. He can almost hear Tsumu’s nagging voice in the background, telling you “Shut up! I didn’t sound like that.”
“Hey, Gremlin.” Your head snaps around at the nickname and his mouth runs dry.
“What?”
“‘s nothing.” You mumble into your dish. “Just not used to getting called that way again.”
“Oh.” He’s suddenly not hungry anymore but stuffs his mouth nonetheless to think of a comment.
“You want me to stop? It was a stupid nickname, really.”
“Nah.” You shake your head and dig your heels into his thighs. “It’s okay. I am a Gremlin.”
“You totally are. Like, you didn’t even bring me a present. Didn’t your Mum teach you about housewarming gifts?”
“I totally brought you a gift!” You jump up and pull something from your suitcase. He recognizes it by sound alone, the crinkling plastic wrap a tell-tale sign.
“You bought me Chuupets?” He laughs, his heart tightening when he realizes that you pulled all the pineapple flavors out. 
“Samu said you’re still eating them.” You point out, handing them over in a way that tells you this is just as awkward for you as it is for him.
“Course. What do you think of me? I don’t change like that.”
“Could’ve fooled me!”
“Okay.” He claps his hands on his thighs and sits up, grabs his phone from his pocket, and connects it with his TV. “History lesson. I’ll catch you up on what happened in the years since I graduated.”
“Oh wow, are you going to let me write a test on that too?”
“Only if you keep asking stupid questions.”
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His alarm goes off way too early for the late night he’s had. 
You just kept swapping stories, drunk on nostalgia. 
The girlfriend he had in College, the most awkward affair of his life to date. “She was obsessed with my hair.” He spilled what he hadn’t even told Samu, “Cut off a few strands of it and kept it in her purse for personal reasons.”
How you got to play for the Tokyo Tigers and your awful first date ever with a guy who thought he could get free Onigiri through you. 
“Kicked him in the balls for that.” You said, grinning smugly. He couldn’t help the “That’s my girl,” that slipped out of his mouth. But you smiled like you agreed.
“Morning Gremlin.” He calls out as he moves toward the bathroom. Your head pops up, dried spit sticking to the side of your face, hair sticking out in odd angles.
“Bathroom’s mine.” You declare with something like a war cry. He’s got a headstart, but you still beat him there, your body trained by years of living with the twins. 
“What the f-” You kick him in the shins and slam the door in his face when he goes down. Long-forgotten memories of sleepovers resurface. What does it say about him that he’s still grinning when you step back out?
“I’m so sorry.” You tell him, your hair less messy, your face void of spit. He focuses on your eyes because your sleep shirt is a little too revealing for this early hour.
“Nah, it’s good. I like being heckled right after getting out of bed.”
You snort. “I’m making breakfast.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Hey, I’ve gotten way better! I bet I’m better at cooking than you.”
“I’ll let you try.” The Challenge lights a familiar fire in your eyes. He’s going to have to come up with excuses to eat out if he doesn’t want to turn into a sore loser.
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“Morning loverboy,” Komori greets him at training.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Suna’s probably never been this diligent with his stretches before, but it’s a welcome distraction now.
“Nohr said she could do Sunday, by the way.” Komori’s not letting the topic go, however, and Suna can’t even blame his stubbornness. He’s grown up with Sakusa, after all. 
“Great.” If negative excitement is a thing, he’s projecting it right now.
Training goes smoothly, however, which he’s thankful for. 
It’s hard enough to deal with Komori’s excitement - he’s been trying to set up Suna since before he met Nohr, his enthusiasm only intensified by his own personal happiness - and Washio’s weird sense of humor on any day, but he doesn’t dare imagine what it would be like if he sucked. They’d probably tell him that he’s lovesick or something equally stupid.
“So, your girlfriend-” Washio starts when they gather for a quick break.
Suna barely avoids choking on the sip of water he’d just taken, can’t even be happy about narrowly avoiding death when a smug smile appears on Komori’s face.
“She’s not my girlfriend!” He points out hastily. “Remember the Miya-Twins? She’s their little sister.”
“Ouch.” Komori pulls a face. “That must have been a rough childhood.”
“So you’re not with her because they’d kill you if you’d try?” Washio asks and Suna’s glad his mouth is empty this time. 
“No, I’m not with her because I’m not with her. We’re just friends. She’s the Gremlin, okay?”
“The Gremlin?” Washio’s brows furrow in the same way they do when he thinks about Bokuto. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Suna points at his shin, the darkening spot on his skin.
“She kicked me in the shins today because she wanted to use the bathroom first.”
“She’s a guest. Of course she should get to use the bathroom first.” Washio points out. Suna grunts in annoyance and turns to Komori.
“Don’t ask me for help there, I always let Nohr take the bathroom in the morning.”
“Yeah, because you’re whipped.”
“And you’re not?” Washio’s eyebrows are now doing the “Coach is saying something but I sense he means something else”-Dance.
“Weren’t you listening? She’s the Gremlin. There’s nothing there between us!”
“Good.” Washio puts his watter bottle down with a nod. There’s something there, maybe in the sound of plastic hitting the floor, or maybe it’s in his voice, but the knot in Suna’s stomach pulls taught to the point he’s afraid he might vomit any second. “That means I can ask her out.”
-
Suna’s good at what he does, because he’s not only observant but has a Poker Face to match it. He’s a strategist, plays the long game, all of those things.
So the fact that he did not see that coming from a mile away should scare him way more than the prospect of you dating Washio. 
Oh god, what if you date Washio and it works out? And you move here? And he has to see you every time they do teambuilding stuff like movie nights or Karaoke sessions? 
His mind races with a speed formerly unknown. His face is completely blank, at least he’s still got that going for him, but his mind is tormenting him with a terrible picture of you and Washio at the altar.
“I mean, you can ask her out, but I can’t tell you if you’ll have a shot with her or not. Remember Kuroo? They broke up recently.”
Washio nods slowly. He doesn’t know that “recently” is a very vague description. He’s not so sure about the timeframe himself, but it sounded like a few months have passed since that incident. Not that Washio has to know that.
“Can you give me her number?”
“Only if I want to get neutered in my sleep. But I’ll tell her you asked for it and offer her yours.”
Washio nods even slower and Komori’s face looks like he’s doing his best to hold back diarrhea. 
“Well, do that, and if she’s not into it, I can still ask her properly on Sunday. She’s staying till Wednesday, right?”
“Right.”
“All right Boys, get back into position.” Coach yells from behind them. Suna’s never been more glad to get back to training.
-
Suna spends Friday and Saturday evening sightseeing with you, which is in itself an exaggeration. He’s never been one for sightseeing like the typical tourist.
“Okay, stop. And don’t smile, this background is serious.”
You roll your eyes, but don’t look around - you’ve learned from your previous mistakes. When he flips his phone around, you can see yourself leaning against the railing of a footbridge, behind you the central landfill.
“The Gremlin in its natural habitat.” He teases. You punch his shoulder as hard as you can.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Oh, come on,” He slings his arm around your shoulder. “You get to take one of me next. How about the mural with the poop emoji? Will that suffice?”
You lean your head back to look up at him and your face is so close now that your breath washes over his face. Your lips open and close as you speak, but there’s an odd noise in his ears. 
Pain erupts from his cheeks as you pinch and twist them.
“Ouch, what the f-”
“You were zoning out completely. When’s the last time you ate?”
“Oh, good call.” Suna turns away to regain his composure. “Take-out or do you want to actually sit and dine.”
“Or we could cook?”
He pulls a face. “Do we have to?”
You laugh. “I could teach you a few things. Mom wouldn’t let me leave for college without knowing how to feed myself. And Samu asks me to help him every chance he gets. Cheap labor, you know.”
“So you’re saying that your cooking is better than Takoyaki from a street vendor?” He points at the sign he’d noticed a few seconds ago. Your confidence falters. So it is still your favorite food…
“What if, and hear me out, we get Takoyaki, enjoy your weird little poop emoji mural, and drop into a Konbini on the way back. By the time we’re home, you’re going to be hungry again anyway.”
“I’m not Samu, I don’t eat that much.”
“No? Well, I do. And I’m your guest, so what I say goes.”
Suna laughs along, ignores the tingling that erupts whenever you knock your shoulder into his as you walk. It’s nice, to be like this with you. Relaxed, at ease, no dangerous thoughts rolling around in his brain.
-
It’s only when you’re pushing the shopping cart down the aisle that things change.
Your phone rings and you pull it out, frown at the display.
“Sorry, I’ve got to take this. Can you pick up some more rice and vegetables? I only need five minutes.”
“Sure.” Suna keeps his face neutral as ever, but he’s seen the caller ID. It’s Kuroo.
“Hey Tetsurou, what’s up?” He can hear your voice as you walk away from him. You sound too friendly for a chat with your ex-boyfriend. He desperately wants to hear more, but he’s not a creep, so he pushes the shopping cart away from you, down another aisle. 
By the time his mind clears a little, he’s far far away from the produce aisle and staring at an assortment of Shochu. He picks up two bottles at random and drops them in the cart before making his way back to where he was supposed to be going.
-
Suna’s not sure what wakes him. 
He knows it’s a Sunday because his body, conditioned by years of training, tells him to stay in bed. His head feels a little fuzzy, telling him he drank too much last night, but it’s Sunday, so that doesn’t really matter anyway.
His blanket must have slid off during the night, so he pats around, eyes closed. What he finds instead is a face and his eyes snap open to dawny morning light and your annoyed grumbling.
His heart, usually a rather chill fellow, thrums in his throat. He’s frozen in place, his hand still somewhat cradling your cheek. His mind unhelpfully supplies him with the information that your cheeks are warm and soft, fit perfectly into the palm of his hand.
He tries his best to block out this information in favor of checking if he’s still wearing clothes.
He couldn’t… he wouldn’t… You blink and he goes completely still.
“Suna?” You ask. “Are you okay? Your face looks weird.”
“I…” He manages before his voice gives out. 
This is both his biggest nightmare and his sweetest dream. If only he could convince himself that it’s not real, he could slip back into his dreams and consider it private. 
Something on his face must have tipped you off. This is worrying, because since when can others read his face?
You pull his hand from your face and slip out from under the covers. You’re wearing boxer shorts and a tank top, reasonably dressed for what he feared might have happened.
“You have not changed at all.” You say, your voice way too calm to be harmless. He’s not sure what he’s done, but he’s going to regret it.
“What do you mean?”
You stop at the door and level him with a look he’s only ever seen directed at people you never want to come across, ever again. This isn’t going well for him.
“You’re the king of mixed signals, Suna. And I’m sick of it. Make up your mind.”
“Where are you going?” He follows you, a little less balanced than you.
“Out.” You pull clothes over your sleepwear, drag your hair into something resembling a messy bun. “I need some fresh air.”
“Look, whatever happened-”
“I know.” Your voice is as hard as steel now. “Nothing happened. Nothing ever happens.” 
The door clicks shut behind you with a sound of finality.
-
You're still not back when Suna drags himself out of bed hours later.
His head hurts and his mouth is dry in a way that even three glasses of water cannot seem to fix. He calls you over the first cup of coffee, but you don’t pick up. 
Five unanswered calls and plenty of messages later he’s ready to call the police. Sure, you’re one to hold a grudge, but accidents happen.
The thought of you hurt on the side of the road, will not leave his mind. His hands shake as he moves through his contacts, his first instinct as always to call Kita. 
He doesn’t get that far, however. 
“Why are you calling?” He asks, his voice doing some weird thing he’s not exactly proud of.
“Your friend.” Washio’s voice is serious in a way he hasn’t heard before. “She’s with me.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” There’s the sound of a door closing. Suna can’t help but picture it. You’re probably on Washio’s Couch right now, the massive green beast he helped carry up the stairs a year ago. He’s probably made you a decent Lunch or a cup of coffee that does not burn away your stomach lining. You’ve probably told him everything already. Whatever. It’s not like he can fall any deeper in Washio’s eyes.
“Suna?” That’s Komori’s voice. It sounds like he’s on speaker phone now.
“Yeah?”
“I’d rather do this in person, but you’re both stubborn as hell. Everyone can tell that you like her.”
“I don’t-”
“Lying about has got you into this mess, you could be honest for once.” Komori’s voice stays the same, friendly and light as ever, even as his words pack a punch.
“It doesn’t matter.” Suna presses out. “I’m not good enough.”
He didn’t mean to say those last few words. It seems as if the truth is like a Chuupet, slippery in his hold - but a lot less sweet.
“I think she’d disagree.” Washio grumbles along with his deep voice. “Apparently you’re totally her type. Snarky assholes who don’t know when to stop teasing and stuff like that. Trust me, she’s not stopped talking about it since we picked her up.”
“How- How did that work out anyway?”
“Sakusa’s on Atsumu’s team, remember?” Komori explains. “I think she just needed someone to vent who’s not her brothers. Someone who knows the current you. Nohr is currently with her and they’re talking to someone called Kita on the phone.”
Suna flinches. It would have been less painful for him if you’d called the twins.
“I’m not sure if you know.” Komori starts again after a few seconds of silence. “But she doesn’t have an offer here. I’m not… I’m not telling you more about that, but I think you guys should talk. And be honest for once. You’re both grown ups, for goodness sake.”
“Sure.” He huffs. “Like she’s going to listen to me now.”
“Get over here.” Washio declares. “I’ll send her down as soon as you’re here. It’s on you to get her to listen, though.”
-
“Never have I ever served a ball into someone’s head.” Suna declares confidently. 
“It was on purpose.” You point out as you down your Shochu. 
“Tsumu?” He asks. You grin smugly. 
“A Lady doesn’t tell.”
“You’ve never been a Lady.”
“I totally am!”
“You totally are not! You’re the Gremlin.”
“Well, at least I’m one of a kind.”
“That you are.” The words weren’t meant to come out this soft. But your eyes seem to mirror his sound, now pools of warm liquid that seem to pull him in.
“Never have I ever had a crush on someone in my school.” You drink right after you say it, but he’s too far gone to complain about you breaking the rules as he downs his own shot.
“Who?” You ask, giggling. You’re swaying in your seat, barely able to hold yourself up. 
“You should get to bed.”
“Not without knowing who you’ve had a crush on.”
“You should get to bed first.” He gets up, utterly convinced that the Shochu won’t have any effect on him until he can barely keep upright without the Couch cushions stabilizing him. He pulls you up all the same, dragging you across the room. “Come on.”
“I sleep on the Couch.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Who did you have a crush on?”
“Who did you have a crush on?” He asks back. “Kita, right?”
“Everyone had a crush on Kita.” You brush it off. “Whataboutyou?”
He pushes you onto the bed, giggles when you bounce off the mattress. It looks so soft and he lets himself fall too, lands a bit too close to you to be comfortable, his head knocking against your shoulder as he tries to wriggle away. He can’t look at you properly in this position.
“The teacher.” He declares with all sincerity he can muster while going cross eyed looking at you. You’re so close now, he can count your lashes. One, two, three…
-
Your eyes narrow the moment you spot him.
You turn back towards the still open door but Suna’s faster, grabs your arm to pull you back.
With everyone else, he’d feel bad about this, but you’ve kicked his ass enough times. You respond in kind, gift him a few more bruises on his shin and pull him down into a headlock. He’s not fighting it. At least you’re not pushing him away, right?
“What are you doing here?” You ask. Your knuckles are no longer rubbing over his head, but rather brushing through his hair. Are you aware of that?
“I want to talk.”
You huff, let go of him. He grabs your hand before you can step away, drags you down the sidewalk by your hand. Your fingers intertwine as you fall into step with him.
“I’ve had a crush on you.” Suna points out when the park comes into view. “I don’t know when it happened, but I had a crush on you. In high school.”
“I know.” You point out, your grip on his hand neither tightening nor loosening. “Everyone knew.”
“Excuse me? I have the best poker face in the prefecture.”
“Oh please, you suck.”
“You suck!”
“Suna!”
“Rintarou.”
You stop, suddenly breathless as you gaze at him.
“What?” You ask, your voice raspy.
“You should call me Rintarou.”
“No.” You glare at him. “No, we’re not doing this. You can’t push me away and pull me in right after just to push me away again.”
“I know.” He looks down, surprised to see that you’ve still not pulled your hands apart.
“Tell me one thing.” He purses his lips, tries his best to make his words sound less pathetic than they are. “You could have had Kita. Or Ginjima. Even Midorima-san was kinda impressed with you. Washio has the hots for you too. Why would you even care about little old me?”
Softness washes over your face. You’ve never looked this good.
“I’m the Gremlin.” You tell him. You obviously are, in your layered slept-in clothes and your messy bun, your tendency to kick his ass even when he’s not asking for it. “You like me for what I am. I like you for what you are.”
And there’s a truth to that he hadn’t considered before.
You’ve been at his side for long enough, know how he acts after a loss or a win. You know he can’t cook for shit, have seen him block, have heard him snore.
A strange lightness takes hold of him. He feels like giggling.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks.
You nod. 
He leans in, heart beating in his throat again, but for different reasons this time. 
His lips brush yours, the softest of touches he’s never thought possible. 
When you respond it feels like coming home.
-
They’re almost too heavy for the swings, you’re on his lap on the tiny set.
“So, Kuroo?” He asks when everything else has been talked about, over and over and over again.
Your head’s a comforting weight on his shoulder. He could get used to this, being so close he only needs to lean down a little to kiss you.
“We’re still friends if that’s what you’re asking.”
“That’s not what I’m asking, but good to know.”
“Since when are you jealous?” You furrow your brows at him. He looks away.
“Rin.”
“Yes, love?”
“Since when are you jealous?”
“Since you fancied Kita, I guess.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“And you said you loved me, so jokes on you.”
You straighten up and glare at him.
“I told Kuroo that I wanted to try, one last time, to get with you. He was the one who got me interviews in this prefecture. So if you have a problem with him helping me-”
“I don’t have a problem with that, I just-”
“You think he’s better than you and wants me back eventually?”
“It sounds awful when you say it like that.”
You laugh. “You’ll have to work on that. It’s cute now, but your jealousy won’t be cute forever.”
You kiss the comeback from his lips. His stomach grumbles loudly.
“Lets get back to the others.” You pull him up from the swings. “It’s time for dinner anyway.”
“Do we have to? We could just go home and have fun instead.”
“Suna Rintarou. Your friends just helped you get over yourself and you want to repay them like that?”
“You’re only here until Wednesday and you want to spend time with my friends instead of with just me? Shame on you.”
“We can call in sick tomorrow? How does that sound?”
“Oh, you are a dangerous influence.”
-
Rintarou hollers loudly as the ball connects with your outstretched arms and soars through the air. Nohr claps exitedly next to him.
“That was a good one.” He calls out. “The Fans are going to love this.”
“How many followers do you have now?”
“About 500.000 and counting. Tsumu is still salty about it.”
“How many does he-” Nohr interrupts herself when Komori drops on the chair next to her and passes her a cup of soda. “Thanks, Baby.”
“Get a room.” Rintarou teases, already zooming in on you as you prepare for another receive. 
“I bet they’re going to win. Who dares to go against me?”
“I will. We have a strong Offense on the other side and the Game just started. Loser has to pay Dinner?”
“Deal.”
Your expression is thunderous when you exit the changing rooms.
“Hey Gremlin,” Rintarou calls out to you, watches as you part ways with your teammates and march over.
“You played good.” He points out and leans forward, softly bites your nose as a way of greeting.
“Not good enough.” You knock your head against his shoulder. “And it was the last game of the Season. This sucks so much.”
“I know, I know.” He rubs your back, pulls you closer even. “But it wasn’t your fault. Number seven messed up a lot of the blocks. You couldn’t do anything about that.”
“I know.” 
“You wanna go out with the Guys? Or go straight home and pack for tomorrow?”
You’re quiet for a while. He lets you stew on the decision. There’s no formula on how to feel better after a loss, no other way to go over this than to listen to what your body and your mind tell you.
“Can we get drunk?” You ask finally. “At that bar that serves fried chicken? We don’t have to leave that early for Osaka, right?”
“No, we can get drunk. Do you wanna take some stupid selfies and send them to Tsumu?”
“Yeah.” You nod, press a kiss to his chin. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Great. Also, we have to pay for Washio’s dinner.”
“No!” You whine. “You need to stop betting on me. Rin!”
He laughs. “You say that now like you’re not going to bet on me during my next game.”
“That’s different.” You point out and take his hand. “I only take bets that I’ll win.”
“Ah, what’s losing one bet or two if I’ve got you?”
“Sap.”
“Gremlin.”
“Yours.” You grin, smug about it.
“Mine.” He agrees.
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Kuroo YN:
Kuroo’s Twin and dating Daishou
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Nekoma x Fem! YN; Daishou x Fem! YN
Warnings: none
AN: this is a request !
Are you lucky to be related to Kuroo Tetsuro???
Tetsuro would say you are the luckiest sister in the entire world
Kenma would say it’s a curse
Yaku would flat out say “No 😐”
Let’s just say it has its ups and downs
For instance, you get dragged into helping with practice basically daily
But you also get to go to tournaments 👀
And tournaments mean cute boys right???
Correct 🥰
And one of those cute boys just happens to be staring at you right now
You sit up with Akane and Alisa while the boys battle it out for the last spot for nationals
You look down to see a certain snake boy looking your way
Staring… he’s staring at you Yn
Full out 👁️👄👁️
Because you are just so freaking pretty, who can blame him!
Actually all the boys are staring at you Yn but the only one that matters is the one snake 🐍 on the opposite your brother
Now your brother isn’t unaware of this
He’s a middle blocker, he sees it all!
But what he doesn’t see is your precious Yn blushing back at the man who is giving her all the attention
After the game and Nekoma’s victory, you rush down to see your brother
Unfortunately/Fortunately you run smack into the wall of Daishou
You know Daishou, you were just flirting with him 😏
But you also know he’s your brothers arch nemesis
“Hey YN, you look nice today,” Daishou smirks as you blush and smile sweetly at the comment
“Good game Daishou, I thought your team played well!” You respond, still blushing
“Hey could I get your number, I’d like to take you out sometime,” he asks as you nod, quickly punching your number in his phone
You wave and quickly take off to find Tetsuro before he discovers your treason
A few weeks go by and you are talking with Daishou daily
He tells you about his ex-girlfriend and lets you know she’s definitely out of the picture
Soon, you evolve to going on secretive dates
Dates away from the prying eyes of your brother and the entire Nekoma team
Because let’s face it, they all think Daishou is a snake
However you know a different side of Daishou
The side he doesn’t often show to others but is actually really sweet
Soon you two are hanging out often and doing all the cute couple things
Like going to the movies, attending the local fair, taking pictures in one of those photo booths
Tetsuro is aware of your absence and asks you about it
You just tell a tiny white lie and tell him you’re hanging with a new friend
Technically it isn’t a lie tho right
You and Daishou and friends right?
Friends to lovers troupe that is 😌
Daishou eventually takes that next step and asks you to be his girlfriend
Of course you are excited and want to scream it to the world
But you can only scream it so far Yn
Because if Tetsuro finds out, oof
You’ll have a Romeo and Juliet situation real quick Yn
After a while of dating Daishou, you become careless about your strategic date planning
You go into more crowded areas and closer to your home turf
That’s when a certain someone snaps a picture of two certain love birds in an embrace
Kenma sends the picture to Kuroo and says “YN’s making out with Daishou”
Then all hell breaks loose
Not 2 seconds after the text is sent, you receive a barrage of texts and phone calls
You think something’s wrong, skipping the texts and answering your brothers call
“Hey Tetsuro what’s wrong?” You say, blissfully unaware of what’s to come
“What the heck Yn?? Didn’t think you’d be a snake too!” Tetsuro screams as you pull the phone away from your ear
Daishou is just standing there like 🧍🙄
“I’m doing great Tetsuro how are you?” You answer sarcastically knowing you’ve been caught red handed
You aren’t even mad about it, more like relieved
Tetsuro is angry but you know he’ll get over it eventually
At school and home, Tetsuro ignores you for max 2 days
You, on the other hand, enjoy the silence 😌
That is until Daishou decides to show up at school to take you out on a surprise date 🤗
He texts you telling you he’s at the gate and sheer panic grazes your face
Yaku calls you out and you are forced to tell Tetsuro
Of course, he puffs up his chest and races to the front entrance of the school 😒
You follow behind and so do the Nosey Nancy’s of Nekoma high
Kenma is ready to film if necessary
Yaku is just amused
Yamamoto is sad you fell for another man instead of him
And Kai is just exhausted
“How dare you Daishou?!” Tetsuro screams at him as you quickly approach a smirking Daishou
“Tetsuro knock it off now!” You yell, pushing your brother back
“Really YN? Him! Of all people, you choose a snake?!?” Tetsuro screams at you
“Suguru is nice to me and I like him! Can’t you be a little supportive of me please?!?”
Your big eyes bat at your brother as you try to persuade
Tetsuro just sighs
“Fine but if he hurts you, it will not end well!” He says, before turning and scoffing away
You know he doesn’t like Daishou but you know he supports and loves you
And that’s all that matters 🥰
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Nekoma falling head over heels for their manager? Yes.
It was just a coincidence that you were transferring to a different school in the Tokyo area. It was just a coincidence that you happened to like volleyball. It was just a coincidence that the school in question was Nekoma, which was closest to your guardian's work.
What wasn't a coincidence however, was getting kicked off the girl's volleyball team for retaliating against some girls who were picking on you for coming into the school year late.
So now your only way to really do anything volleyball related was to do it outside of school or become a manager for the other team.
Nekoma hasn't had a manager in who knows how long so of course they jump at the chance when you are somehow brought along as one of Kuroo's many friends.
He was able to convince you with the allure of skipping class for games as well as more help with homework and who would pass up good grades and the chance to play volleyball? Not you.
Kuroo has always had an eye for you, believe it or not. He is a logical person, even underneath all that mischief and wild flair. He had a way with words and an even better way with figuring people out. So it's no wonder he would attempt to talk to the new person who suddenly appeared at Nekoma one day. Even less surprising was him falling face first when talking to you.
All you did was help him when his school supplies got trashed from a particular nasty fall he took early in your time at Nekoma, and that was it for him. He was stuck to you like a parasite despite the different classes and year. He was hooked.
He was a logical person until he wasn't. Such as when Kenma oversleeps on purpose to avoid playing games, or when Yaku gets on his nerves for the nth time that day. He was logical with certain people, and perhaps a bit of a menace with others. He isn't really sure where you fit in his us vs them mentality and he isn't sure if he wants to find out. Not when you glance at him while walking through the hallway that sends a chill up his spine, or when your arms or legs brush together when you are studying together that has him shoving his head into his pillows at night, or even that one time when you had shoved him and you into a locker that was much too small for both of you so you could avoid the girls on the volleyball team. Yeah. Perhaps it's better if he doesn't figure you out just yet.
And it wasn't long till he began bringing up the idea of manager, even more so since you got kicked off the girl's volleyball team.
So now you are being introduced to the team as Kuroo practically vibrates with joy because his favorite people are coming together for something he loves.
And it's not long till Yamamoto tries to approach you. Despite his rather intimidating demeanor, he is a sweetheart and a bunch of nerves at heart. He could only keep his eyes off the ground when talking to you once and so you simply gave him the space he needed. He was obviously overwhelmed and somehow, this was all he needed to have confirmation with himself that he liked you.
Just like the Humpty Dumpty duo at Karasuno, he can be a bit overbearing at times. You can't seem to exactly shake him off even when he is practically dying on the floor.
You need to refill the water bottles? He can help if you let him! You need to help plan the team schedule? He has the entire night! You need to pick up some groceries? He's already got it!
You know who is just like Yamamoto but x10? Lev. He is such a sweetheart but goodness gracious sometimes he needs to take a step back otherwise he will take all your personal space.
He first approached you about a week after you joining the team and it was because he almost fell onto you while trying to get his water bottle. He had apologized, of course, but not without taking note of how nice it felt to hug you.
Lev, as you learn later, has always been the affectionate sort and it grew from his older sister, Alisa, who would constantly dote on him. You met her much later during nationals, which you had attempted Lev to try and set her up with you but it resulted in absolutely dreaded failure because Lev immediately passed out upon the request and Kuroo, upon hearing said request, attempted to take Alisa's place.
Lev, as he later learns, is that he developed much more than a stupid puppy crush. He isn't sure exactly when it started. Maybe when he first met you and how he almost crushed you under himself, or maybe a bit later on when you two accidentally got locked inside the gym because you were practicing late together, so you two talked until dawn. It could've even been the instance when you taught him how to do a floater serve and he clearly remembers how your hands held his and your body up against his back as you focused on the ball instead of his red face.
It was from then on you didn't escape practice without Lev trying to glomp you at least once, and you aren't entirely sure if you hate it or not.
Someone who does hate it would be Yaku, who can't seem to stop yelling at Lev each time he goes rushing to you for help with his spikes and receives.
The first time Yaku interacted with you was a little after Lev did, with Yaku scolding the boy for trying to "run you over" (you could probably tackle and eat Lev alive if you really wanted to but you didn't mention it).
Yaku has told you that you are too soft on the boy and he needs more discipline if he wants to be good, but you honestly don't have the heart to be as mean to him as you would be with actual teammates.
Yaku, quite frankly, finds it infuriating how soft you are with Lev, and the team in general, but he won't say anything about it if it means that he gets to call you in the middle of the night after a particularly rough practice to hangout. If it means he gets to see you look at him with such a soft smile on your face that he seldom sees during school, he is more than willing to let it slide.
And if you two accidentally get trapped in the storage room one day, it isn't exactly his fault if you two decide to use each other as warmth until they unlock the door. His face was red anyway, he's sure that you won't think twice about it.
Fukunaga on the other hand, is someone who probably over thinks every single little thing you do in relation to him.
It was around the time you met Inouka that you met him. You were helping Inouka with rounding up the stray balls when you had responded to one of Inouka's questions about your volleyball skills with a joke (as you often do because why go into detail about how often you had beef with your own teammates?!). It was then that Fukunaga had fired a quip back and turned the question once more onto you had you two finally learned of each other's existence.
Perhaps it's why you two are so aware of every little thing either of you say.
You said hi to him, does that mean anything? Oh you helped him with his serves, that must mean something right?
However, just because he is prone to overthinking (just as you are with him) doesn't mean it's his whole character. More often than not he is trying to come up with jokes for you and is probably the one you talk with the most if Kuroo wouldn't constantly stalk (he doesn't actually and he swears by this but Yaku and Kenma find it funny as it is something to hold over his head) you.
It's odd to say the least. He is usually the most detached of all the people in Nekoma's team and yet despite this, you find yourself absorbed in conversation after conversation with him. It was a matter of time till he started looking for you in every single room, unconsciously or not.
Liking someone is a foreign concept, especially in the way Fukunaga sees you and so you can't blame him when his jokes slowly turn to pick up lines every so often or he replies to your quips with compliments to throw you off. It's not like you can blame him either when he decides to try and plan your conversations ahead of time so he can catch you at every single front. Perhaps even get you flustered in the same way you do to him he so often finds.
Someone who doesn't show his emotions, however, is Kenma, who you've never really gotten a good read on.
He was perhaps one of the last ones that you had truly met before things kicked off with the team.
You'll admit, the way you met him wasn't the best. It was after practice and it was particularly stormy that night. You had an umbrella but a certain somebody didn't.
Kuroo, bless his heart, had left earlier before the storm came full blast to get something back home, and so Kenma was planning to walk through the rain until you offered him your umbrella.
You had more than once ran through the rain because of practice running late and so you thought nothing of it, but instead of him going with it, he simply took it and glued next to your side until you got home yourself.
It was an awkward walk as you stood shoulder to shoulder, and even more awkward when you got home as he bid you goodnight like some boyfriend and walked home; umbrella still in hand.
It was a Friday and so you did not see him or your umbrella until Monday, and so when he gave it back during class it was quite the sight. Yet, he did not seem fazed from all the stares and whispers. Not a bit.
You don't think you'll ever be able to read his expressions.
Him on the other hand, finds you quite the enigma. You were known as some wild dog since you had attacked three of the members on the volleyball team at Nekoma your very first day, and yet had acted so kindly, if not reserved, as a manager.
Even more so when he saw the way some other members looked or spoke of you.
He caught on quickly with the other's feelings for you, and he wasn't sure you'd ever come to realize, but that's okay. It's perfectly fine if it means he can take you to the rooftop to hangout without any pressure of another. The moment he perhaps truly fell head over heels, however, was during their summer camp that Karasuno was invited to. You had met Shoyo and hit it off, and he, somehow, was able to convince you to teach him how to serve. Something perhaps all of Karasuno + Kenma knew how bad Shoyo was at it.
It was then he fell, he thinks. To see someone so straight laced and aggressive during school hours willingly help someone with a smile on their face? Yeah. He fell hard.
And he struggles to show this to you and not others, especially considering how Kuroo has attached himself at your hip and Lev at your arm. Especially considering how Yaku always tries to find time to hang out with you and Fukunaga talks to you all the time. It infuriates him to no end but yet you still have patience for him even after all that socializing. You still have time to watch as he beats a level you were stuck on. You still have time to get him that game he has been looking at and for once, he doesn't mind the company.
He really doesn't mind, even if the side effect comes with wanting to kiss you breathless and have you look at him the way he looks at you.
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chrimsss · 8 months
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A Tall Manager -
Some teams and how they would be with a tall (betwen 175 to 180cm) beautiful manager.
The teams include: Karasuno, Aoba Johsai/Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani.
Note: This is another random idea i had and had a beautiful, amazing friend choose the teams for me :)) this was written at 3am and its rushed, I'm sorry.
Might have some grammatical mistakes or mispellings, sorry for those- LONG POST!
Pronouns: You, implied as female.
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Karasuno (Height: 177cm) -
You're a 1st year, in Class 5.
Which also means you share a class with the one and only, Yachi Hitoka.
You both first talk was due to a project you two needed to do together and she was utterly scared about your height.
But you quickly surprised her with a friendly nature, almost like an older sister. Yachi grew close to you rather fast.
So it was no surprise when she asked you to come with her to the school gym, after class.
"Hum? Why, are you going to train for something?"
"NO, I TOLD A BEAUTY THAT I WOULD JOIN HER CLUB ACCIDENTALLY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, PLEASE (Y/N)!"
"A beauty? what..."
Despite that, you decided to follow her anyways.
Arriving at the gym, it was clear both you and Yachi gained the attention of almost all boys in the gym, which was somewhat understandable, since we have this 149cm cute girl and 177cm pretty girl.
Kiyoko was the first to walk towards you both, greeting Yachi before going to you with a friendly welcoming and asking if you were to join as a third manager. Now you understand how Yachi couldn't say no.
Daichi, Suga and Asahi were the next to introduce. They all were really sweet to you, although Suga were jokingly disappointed at you being taller than him while being a 1st year, which made you laugh a bit.
Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita were the next ones, all also very kind, but in a more quieter way. Kinoshite also joked a bit, asking what you did to get so tall, since you were taller than him. His only answer was a slap at the back of his head by Ennoshita.
Nishinoya and Tanaka, were... something else. When you first introduced yourself, they were both dead silent, almost as stones statues, that also scared the other 2nd years, before tears appeared in their eyes. They were just happy of having 3 different managers. You could also hear Tanaka commenting something about "School's Beauty" and "Nekoma", but you weren't too sure.
Hinata and Yamaguchi were both stunned by you, a small blush in their faces while you looked at both of them with a bright smile. Hinata started jumping up and down, greeting you and commenting about your height in a non-malicious way, to which you tried to answer truthfully. As for Yamaguchi, he let out a small compliment, shocking himself, but your only response was a compliment about his freckles.
Tsukishima and Kageyama were... Indifferent. Of course, Kageyama was surprised about your height for some time since you were almost his height, but it quickly drew away. Tsukishima knew about you, since you were in a College Prep Class as well, so he somewhat respected you, but he really didn't care about your height or anything.
After that day, you were now officially a Manager for the Crows. And, even though you were almost the same height or taller than most of them, they were still protective of you, just like they were towards the other 2 managers.
But, to be honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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Aoba Johsai/Seijoh (Height: 179cm) -
You were a 2nd Year, in Class 6.
You sit right beside the sweet Libero for the Volleyball Team, Shinji Watari.
He was pretty surprised about your height, he wasn't short in anyway, being 171cm, but he could feel shorter beside your 179cm self.
You both were "seatmates" since the first day of 2nd year, and just clicked as friends.
After the volleyball team's practice match against Karasuno, Shinji constantly heard his captain commenting something about Karasuno's Manager and Seijoh's Lack of one.
So, one day, while both of you were quietly eating during lunch, he asked you the infamous question;
"(Y/N)-chan, do you have a club yet?"
"Hum? No, my last club was full this time."
"Would you like to join our club as a manager?"
To say you were surprised was an understatement, but you still agreed about it.
After school, you found yourself a bit nervous, you knew their volleyball team was strong and a powerhouse, so a small wave of anxiety filled you but Shinji was quick to calm down your nerves.
Arriving at the Gym, you took quick notice or the spacious place and all the players around, who seemed to be doing their own things.
The coaches already knew why you were there for, so he called out all of his team players, who were quick to notice the pretty girl standing besides their Libero.
The Third Years all had different reactions, and it kinda shocked you: Oikawa was the first one, greeting you with a sweet smile and also a wink, that took you by surprise, but a ball on his head was enough to make him drop the "flirtatious boy" act. Iwaizumi was the next one, the one who gave you a proper welcoming, glaring down at his captain. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, however, instead of introducing themselves first, their first reaction was compare you and the Ace height, while holding a bit of laugh, this making Iwaizumi angry and you a bit surprised.
Yahaba was another one who tried to flirt, but just looking at your sweet smile was enough to make the boy weak and stutter a bit before recovering his posture.
Kyotani completely ignored you, at first, but was forced by a certain Setter (read: Yahaba) to be kind and introduce himself. However, instead of the introduction, his first reaction was to ask how did you get this tall, boy was genuinely curious. Also, you were 0.2cm taller than him, he was insistent to know the "truth".
The First Year also had unique reactions: While Kindaichi was bit red on his face while staring at you, Kunimi were just staring uninterested and kinda tired from all his training, that didn't stop him from being kind to you when you first introduced yourself.
Needless to say, they all accepted you pretty fast as they first manager. Iwaizumi was quick to teach you how to throw a ball at your captain's head. Matsukawa and Hanamaki were also quick to put you in their group chat, where they would post random memes.
Now its a routine for you, Shinji and the other two 2nd years to have lunch together.
Also, the next time Seijoh went against Karasuno, Oikawa was fast to brag about you, as their manager, to his precious kouhai, who was utterly confused about the situation.
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Shiratorizawa (Height: 175cm) -
You were a 2nd year, in class 5.
Now this one is a bit different, you and Taichi were close friends before High School, meeting each other in middle school and it kinda just clicked as best friends.
This one, instead of Taichi calling you, you were the one to initiate the conversation. The main problem was the coach, who highly believed you would be a distraction for the boys.
It took some while to convince the coach, to even have the thought of giving you a chance, but seeing how some of them were alreayd distracting themselves with filling bottles and other stuff, instead of training was enough to make him agree.
So, one day, after school you found yourself standing on the doors, staring a bit dreamily around the gym and noticing the team players.
Look, you aren't short in the slightest, but being around this team makes you feel tiny. Their shortest members are around 174cm, for god's sake.
Taichi was the first one to notice you, jogging, mid training, to talk to you, and this quickly caught the attention of his teammates.
"Could this be? Taichi's girlfriend?~"
"Tendou, I don't think we should be meddling with our kouhai's love life."
"Are you telling me you aren't also curious Semi-Semi?"
"..."
Be glad the Coach was busy that time.
Anyway, while the third years talked like you weren't there, Taichi was quick to introduce you to his teammates.
First person you met was Goshiki, he seemed a bit nervous and serious around you, but still did a fast introduction and talking about how he was going to be Shiratorizawa's Next Ace, to which you just smiled brightly and agreed with him. Kai and Yusho, the next ones, were a bit in the back, but you still greeted both of them in a friendly manner, making a small blue appear at their face.
Shirabu, seemed a bit annoyed since you were 0.2cm taller than him, but was quickly subdued since you were really friendly to him. He seemed indifferent, but having someone sweet yet not overwhelming was good for his soul.
Then, you get the 3rd years. Hayato was the first upperclasmen to greet you, making a small joke about you being taller to him, which made you giggle a bit. Reon were also really sweet with you and promised to help you around the gym whenever needed, although you couldn't take his offer.
Semi was a bit more quiet about it, but he was glad to have a manager to help with certain 'trivial' things, since he was one of the main 'workers' there. If you like music, he would be quick to recommend multiple songs for your playlist.
Tendou was the sweetest one, instead of just a normal greeting, he would go directly for a quick hug; If you were uncomfortable with the situation, he would be quick to break from the hug and apologize, giving a proper introduction. If you were to return his hug, you are now officially adopted by him, that's it.
Ushijima was a bit more complicated. While he was staring you down, he introduced himself and welcoming you to the team officially. He seemed a bit blunt, but you were quick to notice that this wasn't in a malicious way. So you took his encouragement and tips to heart whenever doing your managerial work.
In all fairness, this team would act like they didn't need a manager first but with you there, their tactics were more calculated and they stuff was more organized, so they were pretty happy with you there.
Also, when you first met Oikawa, he was exteemely annoyed at the fact that Shiratorizawa had a manager before him. Ushijima was quick to throw his famous infamous catchphrase, annoying the setter even more.
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Fukurodani (Height: 180cm) -
You are a first year, but this time, you didn't share class with anyone else on the team.
You trial as Manager was one of an accident.
You were walking around the schoolz trying to evade as many people as possible, you accidentally bumped into one of the volleyball managers, who seemed to be in a hurry, with you both falling to the ground.
Before you could even say anything, she quickly got up and apologize, picking up some papers she scattered around and then running away. What she failed to notice was one last paper laying beside you.
"Volleyball Trial Manager Sheet".
While in class now, you stared at the paper, a bit curious about it. You knew the volleyball team had alreayd 2 managers, so they wouldn't really need another one right? But you also remembered that they were both 3rd years and this was their last year, what if the team doesn't have another manager?
These thought plagued in your mind for the entire day and took one of your parents to convince you to finally join it.
The next day, you decided to join during morning practice, rapidly noticing they were in a rally, so you just stayed at the door, trying not to disturb the team. But a hand on your shoulder made you turn around, noticing the Coach with a small smile.
He then entered the gym, clapling to get his students attention, which was a success but their attention was fast towards you. You introduced yourself kinda nervous about the sittuation but still holding your place.
Yukie and Kaori were the first to go to you. They were really happy to have another manager with them, and kept complimenting your height, which made you a bit bashed.
The first years were a bit in shock about your height. Anahori was a bit intimated but curious, but he also hold onto his comments to himself, scared that it could offend you in any way, to which you quickly denied, saying you didn't mind. Onaga was also surprised, he didn't have to look down too much to talk to you and that was a relief for his neck. He was also happy you didn't mess his name like his classmates.
Komi and Konoha were a bit in shock, their new manager was taller than them in unique levels, but they were really gentle with their greetings even joking a bit about stealing your height to play.
Sarukui was one of the calm ones, he was kinda surprised about looking at you in the eyes without bending his neck, but nonetheless he was happy about having another manager happy. He was also grateful about you not commenting on his mouth unnecessarily, that has happened way too much.
Washio was somewhat indifferent about it. He was surprised a bit but didn't have anything to comment much, since he knew height was something uncontrollable. As being a manager, he was glad to see the team would have someone trustworthy as their manager for two more years when the other 2 graduates.
Now, here comes the complicated part. Bokuto for you was an enigma, he was blunt about his question and commentaries about your height, but you knew there was no ill intent in his words. But after it cooled down, he was fast to ask you about volleyball and what you knew.
When you first found out about his Emo Modd, you were taken aback, since how could someone lively be so quiet?
Akasshi, the sweet boy he is, thanked you a lot almost daily, since your praises were quick to take Bokuto out of his Emo Mode, thus taking a lot of stress out of him. He was also the most helpful one, he would always take the boxes from you hand, yadda, yadda.
Overall, Fukurodani were pretty shocked about your height but these sweet boys were nothing but sweet.
Also, Bokuto bragged about you being a Manager to his cat friend, who at first thought was a lie but was quickly shut off by your tall stature cheering for Bokuto.
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noosayog · 7 months
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[IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU] - ft. knight! iwaizumi hajime
warnings/content: princess! reader x knight/personal guard! iwa. a bit of angst, a little segue into the final chapter. no reader in this part, just a bit of groundwork for the final chapter
wc: 700
part 4.5. directory here.
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The next course of action is not ideal for Iwaizumi. He has no choice but to return to Aoba Johsai by himself per your orders. And upon his return, he gathers Toru, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa to debrief them on the situation.
Hanamaki and Matsukawa are quick to disparage the foreign prince, calling him a sleazy womanizer and threatening to turn him into fried chicken (a slight to his unruly hair), but Toru remains uncharacteristically quiet.
“Well,” Toru says. “It is not uncommon for royal marriages. And my sister’s marriage is exactly that. Just a union of families and a show of good faith for foreign relations.”
“The Princess deserves to be happy!” Iwaizumi fires back, genuinely shocked at your brother’s clinic response.
Toru tilts his head in confusion. “You couldn’t have not known that this was a possibility with the years you’ve spent with my father.”
Iwaizumi freezes.
“To be honest, Iwa, I’m not sure I can support whatever you’re planning. You had years to act on my sister’s feelings but you always prioritized following father’s orders. How is this any different?” 
“How can you even say that,” he yells. “This is not about me. This is about your sister’s happiness. They aren’t even married yet and the Nekoma prince already has no intentions to make her happy!”
“You could have made her happy. But you chose not to. I fail to see how this is different. Why is okay for you to hurt her but not someone else?”
“I-“
“And,” Toru barrels on. “You don’t know that she won’t be happy. This might actually be a nice arrangement for her. She might finally get the freedom she has always wanted.”
Iwaizumi falls silent at this, all his flimsy excuses sliced cleanly through.
Toru lays a heavy hand on Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “I won’t help you if you’re not willing to admit why you’re really doing all this.” he says with finality, before getting up and leaving the group behind.
Iwaizumi drags Hanamaki to the training grounds to clear his head later that evening. The frustration growing a tangled knot in his ribcage shows no signs of loosening as he swings his wooden sword, Toru’s words still echoing.
What more does he need to admit than the shameful acknowledgement that he, your knight, has fallen in love with you and yearns for something above his station?
“- thinking about?” He hears Hanamaki ask.
Iwaizumi grunts, swinging again.
Hanamaki parries the weak blow. “Are you still thinking about what Oikawa said?”
Iwaizumi doesn’t respond, bringing his sword down again. Hanamaki swings easily, knocking Iwaizuimi’s weapon out of his hands.
“I’ll give you a hint. You should think about what happens after. Even if you are able to stop the wedding, what happens to the princess after? She comes back home and His Majesty finds another match for her? Would that make her happy?”
With a hard clap to Iwaizumi’s shoulder, Makki takes off for the night. 
Frustrated, Iwaizumi throws a fist to the ground. Don’t you think he’d entertained the thought of whisking you away the second he realized he loved you? Risk treason to be with you? 
What would make you happy? 
He’s sure now that being able to be together would make you happy. But how could that happen without you abandoning your family, your friends, your beloved home? And he, himself. He didn’t want to leave the knights and Toru behind either. Is it even possible to  find a solution where he could be with you and you both could be with the people you love? 
“You could talk to him, you know?” 
Iwaizumi snaps around at Toru’s voice. 
“My father,” the prince clarifies. “You can convince him of most anything. Can’t you tell by now that he values your opinion more than any of us?” Toru grins ruefully. “Guess your years of being obedient to him have paid off for this moment.” 
Iwaizumi realizes then that while he was hurt from having his value tied to Toru since youth, the King’s words impact Toru equally. His own father, constantly comparing. 
“Let’s do it,” Iwaizumi says, finding courage in the newfound camaraderie with the prince. “I want to make the princess happy.” 
Toru grins, offering his hand. 
Iwaziumi takes it.
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dlst0rtion · 10 months
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july 6th, 2012 (chapter one)
pairing: nekoma x male reader, yachi hitoka x male reader, and kuroo tetsurō x male reader
masterlist
series masterlist
a/n: not me coming back after 3 years
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not many people know much about [name] on a personal level at school.
he didn't seem to hang out with anyone during school hours, not like many people would try.
[name] has a syndrome called "the resting bitch face" that intimidated a lot of people. not only that but he is also at the top of his class which fuels the fire of him being untouchable.
many girls in nekoma had a crush on the second-year boy. although he was aloof, he does have a handsome face and an aura that oozes out confidence but not in an arrogant way. he was just so... attractive.
[name] sat boredly in his math class as the teacher went on about logarithmic. he span his pen around his fingers as he turned towards the large windows.
it was grey outside and he sees dark clouds surrounding the sky.
"fuck," [name] cursed inside his head as he continued to glare out the window. he was in a rush getting out of the house today and didn't have time to check the weather forecast. he definitely didn't bring an umbrella to school.
[name] just hopes his little sister had time to pack one.
normally the two [last name] siblings would go to school together but [name] had to go out early to run some errands before school started.
the boy was so zoned out he didn't even hear the school bell ring until he heard his teacher say, "Class dismissed".
many of his classmates already left the classroom before he finally got up to collect his belongings.
it was the end of the day and students were getting ready for their clubs or staying after school to study. [name] didn't bother joining a club since he had other responsibilities to attend to.
when he exited his classroom many female students were loitering around wanting to get a glimpse of the handsome boy. some pretended to go through their lockers while some were in groups of circles, gossiping to their girl friends.
[name] paid them no mind however as he walked towards the front doors of the school, eager to get out and pick up his little sister before it starts to pour.
as he changed into his outside shoes and turned around, he accidentally bumped into a girl whose stuff was now all over the floor.
"[last name]-senpai! i'm so sorry!" the girl stuttered frantically as she bent down to try and collect her papers as quickly as possible.
"don't bother," came his short reply as the girl froze up, scared and embarrassed. "it was my fault."
[name] crouched down and picked up the remaining papers swiftly. he couldn't help but look at the contents of the papers.
croissant recipe. how to make a red velvet cake. how to pipe flowers on cupcakes.
ah... this girl is from the baking club.
"thank you, [name]-senpai!" the girl blushed as she took the papers from his hands.
"don't mention it," [name] remarked and started walking towards the exit.
"wait-!" she gasped, wanting to say more to the male but he was already outside the door.
he walked a few blocks before turning the corner to his bus station but to his demise, he saw his bus leaving as soon as he turned the corner. not only that but it started to rain... heavily.
"what a shitty day," [name] grumbled as he stood at his bus station, waiting for the next bus to arrive in the cold rain.
after a couple of minutes, he decided to sit down on the floor, tired from standing still for 15 minutes. he didn't care anymore, he was already soaking wet from head to toe so it was not like sitting on the wet floor would make a difference.
[name] zoned out again as he continued to wait. he didn't realize the rain stop attacking his body until he looked up and saw a male wearing the same uniform as him, with his bed head sticking out from all directions.
"you're [last name] [name]," the rooster head said as he held out his umbrella for the both of them.
"yeah? and what's it to you?" came his reply as he continued to sit on the ground.
"tsk tsk tsk no need to be hostile, [last name]," the other boy chided as he wore a smile on his face despite [name]'s rude reply.
"and who are you?"
"kuroo tetsurō."
"the volleyball captain?"
"oh? so you have heard of me."
"all bad things."
"nobody likes a liar, [last name]."
[name] just rolled his eyes and ignored the boy.
"i've heard a lot about you too," kuroo said eyeing the boy.
"what do you want?"
"just to talk. i know you don't hang around a lot of people. kenma told me, he's in your class."
"so what? I'm a pity case? i don't need friends."
"everybody needs friends, [last name]. and it's not a pity case, I actually find you quite intriguing."
"and? why is that?"
"you're so popular yet nobody knows who you really are. you haven't joined any clubs yet and you're at the top of your year."
"are you stalking me?"
"nope. word travels fast in nekoma."
"what do you want?" [name] finds himself asking this question again.
"you should join the volleyball team."
"not a chance," kuroo frowned a little at his response.
"why not?"
"are you kidding me? it's July. it would be too late to join any sort of club."
"it's never too late."
"I don't know a single thing about volleyball."
"so? we'll teach you. you're pretty smart, you'll catch on quick."
"no."
"why not?"
God, [name] hated why notters.
"why do you want me to join so bad?"
"kenma is observant. you guys are in the same year and pe class. he tells me you're smart and quick with your strategies. finding out people's weakness in a matter of seconds and working around it."
"is that all you want me for? didn't you say your friend is observant? I think you guys are fine without me."
"I know who you really are. who you were."
"what the hell is that suppose to mean?" [name] snapped, standing up.
"you went to ushimi middle school and played as their wing spiker. you were a volleyball player."
"so you are a stalker."
"no, I'm just really good friends with that airhead wing spiker that played during your second year."
[name] only knew one airhead wing spiker during his middle school days, bokuto kōtarō.
"I don't play anymore."
"why n-"
"if you say why not one more time I'm going to punch you in the face."
kuroo bit back a smirk, knowing he irked the male.
"consider my invitation," kuroo said as [name]'s bus finally arrived.
he didn't say a word to kuroo and got on his bus, not sparing the volleyball captain a glance.
"you're late," [name]'s younger sister, [last name] kazuha, pointed out as she saw her older brother approaching her elementary school.
"yeah I know, I'm sorry," the older one out of the two replied as he took his sister's froggy umbrella and held it for the both of them, his other hand holding onto his sister's.
"what happened?" kazuha looked up at him with her adorably big [eye colour] eyes.
"hmm... don't worry about it. just tell me about your day while we walk home," he offered a small smile to kazuha as she brightened up and told her older brother all the exciting things she learned.
"go upstairs and do your homework but don't be too loud okay? mommy's resting," [name] whispered and put his finger in front of his mouth in a hush symbol.
"okay! I will be quiet for mommy," she whispered and copied his hush motion as well.
kazuha quietly ran up the stairs while [name] dropped his bag on the floor with a loud sigh and loosened his school tie.
[name] went up to his room as well and took a shower, changing into some nice warm and dry clothes.
he went over to his mother's room where she was still soundly asleep. he walked over to her window and pulled the curtains to let light through. it wasn't much light but enough to make the once pitch-black room have some sight.
he heard a groan and turned toward his mother.
"oh, sweetie. you're back from school?" the woman smiled at her child weakly.
"yeah, it's raining cats and dogs out there," he commented.
"sounds like a good day to stay in bed."
[name] didn't mention how she always stayed in bed for the past few years.
he walked towards her and sat on the edge of her bed, grabbing something from the nightstand.
"mother, I'm going to have to take a look at your arm."
"no," came her cheeky reply.
"mother," [name] said sternly as he prepared the thing in his hands.
"fine..." she muttered and gave her son her arm.
it was silent when [name] gave his mother her medicine.
she sometimes felt guilty about how [name] had to take care of her and little kazuha when he should be going out and hanging out with friends at his age.
"how was your day, [name]?"
"same old routine. I got drenched by the rain though."
"what did I tell you about being prepared for the weather, [name]?" she scolded her son lightly.
"sorry I was in a rush."
I was getting groceries before school.
"you can get sick, [name]!"
not as sick as you, he said in his head.
"it's okay, mother. a guy... offered me his umbrella."
"oh really? that's nice of him," she smiled.
"he offered me to join our school's volleyball club..."
"that's wonderful! you haven't played in so long."
"I didn't say I was going to join."
his mother frowned.
"but you loved volleyball..."
"you know I stopped playing after he left."
"that shouldn't stop you from playing it. volleyball used to be your passion."
his mother, ayaka, was sad to hear her son did not want to join his high school's volleyball club. when he was younger he wasn't passionate or enthusiastic about many things except volleyball.
she was happy when her son found something he finally loved but after some stuff happened, he swore to never play volleyball again.
"get some rest while I make dinner, I'll wake you up when it's finished," [name] said after a couple of moments of silence passed and he stood up to walk out of her room.
[name] sighed as he took some of the groceries he bought earlier that day and started cooking dinner. the cooking club was nice enough to lend over some free space in their fridge for the boy to put his groceries in.
even though he didn't have friends at school, he was on good terms with most people and is highly respected.
he was really tired when he finished cooking dinner. waking up early, going grocery shopping, attending school, taking care of his kid sister and sick mother, providing dinner, and having to do a closing shift at the Cafe he worked at was too much for a 17-year-old boy.
sometimes [name] wished he could have a different life.
he loves his sister and mother dearly but sometimes he wishes he can be like normal teenage boys his age.
before he delve deeper into self-pity he cursed himself for his selfish thoughts.
no, not today.
he wasn't going to make his day worse by going into his life crisis.
he made a plate for two.
he brought a plate to his mother who thanked him with sad eyes and left the other plate on the dining table.
he opened his sister's bedroom door, where she was sitting in her little makeshift fort.
"dinner is ready downstairs once you're done," he said to kazuha who smiled and thank him.
he went back downstairs and got ready to go to work. this time bringing an umbrella.
even though he was exhausted from a long day, he was ready to work a long night shift with his annoying coworker to provide for his family whom he cares for so much.
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juusauce · 11 months
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Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa) Pt. 4
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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are all made up by the author and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.
Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.
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Part 3
After doing my work, some thoughts were bothering me, like why the fuck I feel Alisa is ignoring me?
When did it start? Well, Alisa was not obliged to talk to me always and that was not unusual or something. But why do I feel bothered? This is getting me frustrated. 
And it seemed like she was trying her best to avoid me, avoiding me every time we crossed our paths.
I’ve been puzzled about what I did to her. Wait, was she sulking about what I told her? I was just being honest with her. I’m just telling the truth that I wasn’t courting her and I don’t like her. I’m just concerned about her because she looked like she could easily be fooled, too naive about everything. 
I glanced at where she was. I guess she was talking with some investors. I clenched my jaw when I saw some of them were men and I hated the way they looked at her, a look full of lust. I’ve been imagining things like how I wanted to pull out those eyeballs from their eye sockets.
Honestly, I was not supposed to be here but my feet dragged me like it has its own brain.
I caught her staring at me but suddenly avoids my gaze like nothing happened or didn’t see me. What the fuck? Her coldness towards me makes me frustrated.
I hissed under my breath, annoyed at the thought of it.
But my attention was diverted because my phone rang suddenly. I don’t want to answer it but when I saw Kenma’s name, I immediately picked it up.
“I’m done investigating her.” I suddenly sat up straight when I heard what Kenma told me.
Wait? Why did I suddenly feel excited? Fuck! I shouldn’t feel that.
I leaned on my chair as I heaved a breath. I frustratingly brushed my palm to my face.
“Just send it to my email.” I tried to say it like I’m uninterested.
“Okay.” I heard some clicking sounds from the keyboard and mouse. “Don’t forget about the payment.” 
“Yeah, fine.” 
I hastily checked my email, I found the file and clicked it. I read every detail Kenma got.
I glanced back at her again. She’s alone at the table, looking around while sipping her drink.
She stood and I think she was going to the comfort room but when someone bumped her, she bent a bit to reach something. I saw her dress lifted a bit and it made my mouth dry. Because of her well-defined hourglass body, her clothes always look so sexy. 
I suddenly looked away as I diverted my thoughts. This is not the time to have a hard on. Damn it! 
Fine! I admit it. I got interested in her because of her…face and also her body. But when we first met, I didn’t notice all of it. Recently, I began to appreciate her beauty.
I clenched my jaw, getting annoyed as fuck because she was still ignoring my presence while she was entertaining others. Damn it! She’s so unfair.
I had the urge to announce to them that I’m taking Alisa with me but the other half of my mind tells me I shouldn’t do it. I don’t want to spark again the rumor that I have a girlfriend.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Alisa again. She was at another table with some models, I think? I’m not so sure about them but they’re famous in the modeling industry. But I got annoyed when I saw her laughing with that fucking bastard, the man who sat next to her. My eyes focused on the guy beside her. What do you want me to do with you, huh? Do you want me to punch your fucking face until it will bleed?
I brushed off my own thoughts. I don’t want to think about some criminal thoughts right now. But if I’m not holding back myself I might have punched his face. I laughed softly at myself and looked at her again. She’s still ignoring me again, not glancing at my direction. Geez! What a heartless woman!
What the fuck?! Why is it such a big deal to me, huh? I don’t even like her. Besides, we’re not together.
I’ve been glancing at her for every damn minute but every time our eyes meet she always avoids it. I glanced at my phone before looking back at her. I sighed. I felt like a clingy cat longing for its master’s touch, and always gets disappointed when being ignored. I hate this feeling. 
I got nervous when I noticed she’s going in my direction. I sat up straight, thinking that she would sit beside me. A lot of thoughts running through my head, thinking on how I will plead or what bargains I should offer to her. Shit! Don’t ignore me, Alisa.
Okay, fine! I’ll admit it. I think I’m starting to like you! I’m not doing courts but if you want some corny and traditional way…I mean courting…well…uh..fine! I’m going to court you if that’s what you want.
I got stiffened when I realized she passed through me. I didn’t dare to move as my brain hardly accepted all the bargains I thought I could offer to her earlier, everything went into waste. 
How long are you going to ignore me?
My gaze followed everywhere she went. She was having fun with them while I’m still here at my table, silently drinking this fucking tequila.
So you won’t talk to me, huh? I won’t court you then! I gritted my teeth, annoyed at the thought that she was ignoring me.
But who the fuck am I kidding, huh? All I fucking did was the opposite! Even though I didn’t have a chance to talk with her as I planned, I would still court her. Yes! I will admit it! I like her. I like her more than I thought I liked anyone.
I can’t believe I’m saying those words after years of settling for just physical connection, and believing that there wasn’t a stronger feeling than attraction.
Damn it! I’m really smitten with her.
Or is it because of lust?
I was surprised when I saw a lot of reporters waiting outside the company. My bodyguard was trying to protect me and made those reporters stop nearing me.
“Mr. Kuroo, what can you say about your girlfriend’s sex scandal?” I frowned as I turned to face whoever asked me that question.
“Excuse me?” 
“Miss Alisa Haiba, has a scandal. What can you say about it?”
My eyes widened in shock. But before I could ask them, one of my bodyguards dragged me inside my car. I immediately dialed her number. I wanted to talk to her and ask her what happened but I couldn’t reach her. 
Part 5
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hi! i saw you were wanting requests
would you be able to do something where kuroo has a sibling that comes to a match or is with the team in some way and meets bokuto and they hit it off and try to hide whatever they’ve got going on from kuroo (if he doesn’t already know it’s happening) cause yk being with your brothers best friend is scary lol
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hii anon! I had so much fun writing this! I enjoyed making Kuroo a protective older brother, I changed your request a bit, I hope that is okay!
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Bokuto with Kuroo's sister
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notes: very fluffy, protective older brother Kuroo
Ft: Kotaro Bokuto, Tetsuro Kuroo (mentions)
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Y’all met at a practice match between Nekoma and  Fukurodani
Your older brother Kuroo invited you to come along and watch.
You are in your second year
He saw you and was like “woah pretty lady!” and came up to you to talk to you.
He was met with Kuroo glaring him down and telling Bokuto “Off limits.”
Kuroo is very overprotective.
That didn’t stop Bokuto though! 
He passed you his number on a piece of paper
During the whole practice match, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you
Plus he was trying to impress you the whole time lol
You added his number on your phone and y’all started texting
It started off as you and him sending funny pictures of your brother Kuroo back a forth
Then it evolved into actual conversations
You two got to really know each other over a couple of months
You thought Bokuto was a very sweet guy 
The whole of the Fukurodani volleyball team knew about his crush on you.
He could not keep quiet about how much he liked you.
He eventually asked you on a date with him
You said yes.
Y’all went shopping together buying food, drinks, clothes, and much more.
In the end, he offered to take you home.
Before going you kind of lied to your brother
You said you were going out with friends.
You clearly did not go out with friends 
You convinced him not to walk you home and he was bummed out that he couldn’t
When you got home, you got questioned by Kuroo
“(y/n) why were you out longer than usual?”
“What do you mean Tetsuro? This is the normal time that I’m out for!”
You were out for 6 hour
As time progressed you and Bokuto started dating
Let's be honest, that man probably can’t hold secrets to himself
He told the whole Fukurodani team 
The whole team was honestly very surprised.
Since they all say how Kuroo acted when Bokuto talked to (y/n), they thought he had no chance
Eventually, since words come around and go around, Kuroo found out
Mans has connections.
When he found out, nonetheless, he was furious
He invited Bokuto over for a “lovely little chat” over some tea
Bokuto was very happy he got invited over, it means he could see you!
Fast forward to the day, Bokuto came over
Kuroo sat you and Bokuto down 
“Bokuto, (y/n), WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU GUYS START DATING??” 
Kuroo went on a rant on how disrespectful it is to not notify him about the relationship between you and Bokuto
You eventually talked things out and Kuroo admitted Bokuto would be the best option for you
“I would rather have you date (y/n) over someone I don’t know.”
You were in awe over how soft your brother is sometimes
“Bokuto, If you break her heart, I will break your ego.” 
Bokuto took that as a legitimate threat to his ego
“Yes, Kuroo! Will do!”
Overall, you guys did not have a lovely chat over tea but, you got your brother's approval!
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Three Virgins
Lev and Yaku were your best friends since childhood. You spent your childhood together. What you ate and drank was indistinguishable. You would do every activity together. You went to the same schools from primary school to high school. Even though you went to different universities, your ties never broke.
You were doing various activities at every opportunity. On the weekends, you would either go bowling, play volleyball in the first empty gym you found, or swim in the indoor swimming pool. You had countless fun activities
You would occasionally organize barbecue parties and invite your other friends from university. You were actually having some kind of socializing party under the pretext of a barbecue.
Your friends from college looked up to you and considered you lucky because you were best friends with two guys. Because you always had friends who would support you. They would even protect you when necessary
You would meet at one of your houses every week you were available. This week it was Lev's turn. His family was already out of town. His older sister Alisa also went on holiday with her fiancée. So the house belonged entirely to you. You could be as crazy as you wanted and organize crazy parties among yourselves.
Before going to the meeting, you stopped by the store and bought a bag of junk food, even though you were probably going to watch a movie.
Then you headed to Lev's house. Yaku had arrived before you, and they both welcomed you very warmly when you arrived.
Just as you predicted, you were going to have a movie night that evening. Lev chose one of the most watched horror movies of recent times. It was a genre that all three of you loved
After preparing your snacks and drinks, you sat in front of the television. The movie started to get exciting from the first minutes.
You trembled with fear in some parts of the movie, and you were terribly nervous in others.
All three of you clenched tightly together when you were scared
After the movie ended, you started chatting for the rest of the night, trying to forget your fear a little bit. While chatting, Yaku came up with an idea
"Say what? Shall we play truth or dare?”
"Nice idea!" you confirmed.
It was also suitable for Lev. You found an empty bottle and placed it in the middle. Lev was the first to turn it and it stopped at you.
“Yes y/n-chan. Truth or Dare?"
“Truth” you replied
“So…when you were at Nekoma High, was there anyone on the volleyball team that you found sexy?”
You didn't expect to encounter such a question the first time. Yaku also agreed with you
“Isn't this question a bit quick?” Yaku asked.
“It will be your turn too, Yaku,” said Lev in reply.
Then it continued
“Yes y/n-chan. “We are waiting for your answer.”
“Hmm…well…I guess there was.”
“Who was it?” Lev insisted.
Your face turned to red. You didn't know how to say
“Kuro.”
"I thought you were going to say Kenma," laughed Yaku
“Kenma was cute too, but honestly Kuro is hotter. "I would die for him every time he passed by."
“Look! "If you had told us, we would have tried to adjust Kuro for you," Lev said with a grin.
“Never mind, it was just admiration. It's gone. "Yes, I think it's my turn."
You spun the bottle and it came to Yaku
“Yaku, truth or dare?”
“And I say truth”
“Okay then, have you ever read a porn magazine?”
Yaku's face turned red. Lev let out a loud laugh.
Unlike Lev, you asked a more tactless question.
“Lev! Don't laugh!” said Yaku, hitting Lev on the shoulder with one of the cushions on the floor.
Then he put his hand to the back of his neck and replied shyly:
“Oh…this is so embarrassing but, yes, I read it. "I got it from my cousin's secret stash."
“You're not innocent so much, Yaku,” you said, looking at him suggestively.
“I was a teenager then and such things were a matter of curiosity for me. Is it my turn?
Yaku spun the bottle. He was going to come across one of you and stopped at Lev
“Yes Lev, truth or dare?”
“Since you both said truth, I also say truth for this round.”
"Ok. Hmm let's see…are you a virgin?”
“Yes unfortunately…I came to university and still haven't had sex with anyone”
Yaku snickered. You also expressed your opinion quite boldly.
“Really Lev? I didn't expect that from you"
"Really. I would if I found a sexy girl. “I am an unlucky person.”
Yaku asked you both a question with a daring grin on his face.
“Since the subject has been brought up, let's all be honest. "I'm a virgin too"
"Bull! I am a person who has never even seen a porn magazine in my life, what happened to you?" Lev laughed.
"Believe it or not. "I've never had sex"
Lev then turned to you and asked
“What about you y/n-chan?”
Your face turned red too. If a game of truth or dare was being played, it was common for immoral topics to be brought up. But you didn't expect it to happen this fast
“I am a virgin”
They were both shocked by your answer. Because even though they didn't show it, they found you extremely sexy and were almost sure that you were not a virgin.
"WHAT!" they both said at once
"I mean it" you repeated
“I don't believe it y/n. We didn't expect this from you. You are very beautiful and sexy. "We thought you must have done it with someone," said Yaku.
“Yes,” agreed Lev.
You laughed, "If you say all three of us are virgins"
“Three unfortunates, we come together and console ourselves with obscene questions,” said Lev.
“That's right,” said Yaku.
“Let's continue. Let's see if you can say dare in the second round.” you said and encouraged your friends to continue the game.
It was Lev's turn and he spun the bottle. The bottle stopped at Yaku.
“Yaku, truth or dare?”
"Dare," said Yaku confidently.
“Okay, if you're so confident, cup y/n-chan's breasts.”
"WHAT!" you both said at once.
“But…” you said, feeling embarrassed.
"Word spoken is past recalling" Lev grinned.
"Ugh! Damn!" whined Yaku.
He moved closer to you and shyly grabbed both of your breasts. You suddenly shouted
"Ah! Yaku! “It hurt.”
“I'm sorry,” he said sheepishly, taking his hands off your breasts.
While Lev was watching you, feelings of lust were blooming inside him.
It was Yaku's turn. He spun the bottle and came across you
“Y/n-chan. Truth or Dare?"
“If we are going to call this tour dare, I say dare.”
“Okay…” he said, scratching his hair.
Then he gave a reckless order
“Rub on Lev's lap for 3 minutes. I will keep time. Come on!"
“Oh no! “This is truly a shame.”
“Am I going to have my first experience with you, y/n-chan?” he said to you indicating his willingness
“It's just a game, Lev,” you replied.
"Come on! "Since you have the dare, then do as I say," Yaku looked at you both suggestively.
“Well…okay.”
You tried to hide your blushing face.
“I forgot something. Take off your trousers." added Yaku.
You didn't expect this
''What! Will I be rubbing naked? "Can't it be through clothes?"
Yaku slightly raised the tips of his eyebrows
"I don't think you can enjoy it that way." Besides, you are the one who chooses dare. "Then you will do as I say."
You were trying to fight the tension building inside you. As soon as you took off your pants, your pink panties became visible to both Lev and Yaku
Lev made fun of you by saying, "The color of your panties is so cute."
"Shut up, Lev!" you said, both sweetly and harshly.
You could see the bulge on Lev's lap. You couldn't even imagine how you were going to sit on that already hard thing. On top of that, you would have your first experience, even if it wasn't a full-blown sexual intercourse.
Lev held you by your waist and you spread your legs and sat on his lap.
Yaku took out his phone and entered the meter app.
"Alright, I'll start the clock. You have 3 minutes, y/n-chan." I expect you to cum in 3 minutes. If you can't cum…"
A chill came over him from Yaku's threatening voice. This chill, which made his heart beat faster, spread from the middle of his chest to every aspect of his body.
"What if I can't cum? Yaku-san?''
"You can see for yourself. Just start!"
The moment Yaku started the timing, you started moving your hips back and forth, moving your vagina over Lev's clothed cock.
Lev's hand on her waist went down to her hips and cupped her plump hips. You couldn't deny that you enjoyed this, even if just a little. So much so that a moan came out of his lips involuntarily.
Lev closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth. You were extremely embarrassed to make eye contact in such an embarrassing situation.
Your eyes were just looking at the ceiling, enjoying Lev's cock that was getting erect as you rubbed it.
You decided to pick up the pace and started rocking your hips back and forth a little faster. You could feel your panties getting wetter. Your horny pussy seemed like it wanted to take two huge cocks inside of it and it was literally begging you for it.
Yaku looked at the meter in his hand.
"You're doing well, two minutes left," he said, extremely pleased with the situation he'd put you in.
If you couldn't ejaculate, you would have to accept the punishment determined by Yaku. But you seemed to agree already. You could end the night as two virgins and a virgin, losing your virginity forever.
You wanted them both to fuck you. You wanted to be squeezed into any corner of the house and have a dick in your mouth, a dick in your pussy, maybe even a dick in your ass.
Waves of pleasure were spreading mercilessly throughout your body, from your clitoris to your toes.
Movie night was about to turn into an orgy and you were about to get fucked by your two best friends
Another minute had passed and you purposely didn't want to cum. An idol was cut under Lev. All the blood in his body was collected on his face due to contraction.
You screamed as your orgasm hit you. You settled completely on Lev's lap and took a deep breath.
Yaku mocked you, looking at the meter in his hand.
“I don't believe you y/n-chan. There's still half a minute left. "How quickly you cum!"
Lev took a deep breath and released himself.
“I…um,” you said shyly, looking over your shoulder at Yaku.
''What happened? "Your face is red," Yaku replied.
"I didn't cum"
"Didn't you cum?" Are you mocking me? "Then you will accept the punishment."
Yaku put the phone down and tried to peel off his pants. But you stopped it
''Stop!''
You got off Lev's lap and took off the one piece of clothing you were wearing, leaving you in front of them in your bra and panties.
“Y/n? "What are you doing?" said Lev, who was watching you in amazement.
You looked at them both with a red face
“I want you to fuck me. That's why I didn't ejaculate on purpose. Let's all three lose our virginity tonight. Say what?''
A satisfied smile then spread across Yaku's surprised face.
"This is the punishment we will give you if you don't cum." But I see that you are ready to be punished, y/n-chan.”
Lev still hadn't gotten over the shock of the situation they were in.
''What? Really y/n-chan? "You're not kidding, are you?"
You replied, turning your head to Lev
"I'm more serious than I've ever been before. It wouldn't be fair if only you fucked me. I want Yaku to experience this pleasure too. The three of us enjoy it more together. Now…''
You turned to Yaku again and confidently stated your demands.
"You can do whatever you want to me. There are never any limitations. You can benefit from every bit of my body. "I want you to fuck me everywhere"
This sentence was enough for both of them to get their dicks up. You unclasped your bra and tossed it aside. Then, as you took off your panties, you noticed that your wetness was leaking into your panties. So much so that when you separated your panties from your pussy, you saw a prolonged wetness.
You were already ready to be fucked by two men. You couldn't remember ever being this wet and eager.
You put your hand between your legs and spread the wetness from your vagina to your clit to see how wet you were on them. You showed them your wet and sticky fingers
''I'm ready''
"If you're ready, we're ready too," said Yaku as he took off his pants.
He gave the same order to Lev.
"You undress too, Lev. "Y/n-chan will give us paradise tonight"
"Okay…I'm ready to surrender my virginity to you y/n-chan" he said and started to undress too
Now all three of you were naked. Two men were waiting around you with their cocks erect. Both of their dicks were perfectly suitable for you.
“Yes y/n. "Which one of us will you start with first?" asked Yaku.
You looked at Lev and then at Yaku. You had just had a beginning with Lev. Naturally, you wanted to get some pleasure from Yaku.
You kneeled in front of Yaku and started licking his thick and big dick like you were licking ice cream, starting from his balls.
Yaku seemed to enjoy it from the first minutes
"Good girl! That's it! Go on! You're doing great." he said and gently caressed your head.''
Lev was watching you, feeling left out and not knowing what to do.
"Don't be idle either, Lev. Do something''
"What should I do?" he asked curiously.
Yaku grabbed you by your hair and pulled your mouth away from his dick.
''Y/n-chan. "Bend over!" he commanded clearly.
You bent down on all fours and waited for what would happen. Yaku turned to Lev as he pumped his cock into you
“While I cum in your mouth, you will cum in your wet pussy. "We will change places later"
Lev nodded. You lifted your hips a little more towards Lev to gain full access to your vagina. Then you grabbed Yaku's dick and started moving your head back and forth
Since you were wet enough, it wasn't hard for Lev's dick to enter your pussy. Since it was large but thin, it did not put much strain on the vaginal walls. But you felt a pain and sting that lasted for a few seconds, similar to a pinprick feeling.
Yaku's cock covered her mouth. You couldn't shout even if you wanted to. Tears flowed from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.
"Are you hurt, slut?" "You asked for this?" Yaku slapped you brutally.
Red fingerprints appeared on his face
"Suck it. "Take all my dick in your mouth." He grabbed your hair tightly and pressed your head hard towards himself.
Lev was the one who broke her virginity. Lev's cock was covered in your virgin blood.
"Jeez! "I never thought you'd be this willing the first time, y/n-chan."
Lev buried his dick completely in your cunt and started rocking his hips back and forth. Then you got a spank on your hips
You let out a muffled moan as you felt the spank on your bottom. In a short time, Lev and Yaku increased their speed, doubling the pleasure you had received. You were insatiable and wanted more
Lev was fucking you pretty hard. Your vaginal walls had expanded like a sewer pipe. The blood flowing from her pussy dripped onto the carpet and stained it.
The spankings you received on your face and buttocks made you more willing.
"Come on whore! Make a little more effort. I'm about to cum"
Yaku was pushing you so hard that the tip of his dick was pressing against your throat and you almost couldn't fit it in your mouth.
You were holding yourself back from gagging or vomiting. You were focusing on the pleasure you were feeling to forget about your nausea.
Lev's cock was hitting you like a whip. As he moved his hips back and forth, the sound of his hips hitting your hips could be heard.
At this rate they were going to cum in both your stomach and your pussy.
"I want to cum in your pussy," Lev said very eagerly.
At that moment, Yaku spilled all his seed into your mouth. You felt his hardening cock soften like a balloon on your tongue.
As he pulled his dick out of your mouth, you opened your palms to catch the semen flowing from the corner of your lips. You took a deep breath and gagged to vomit the cum.
Lev had also ejaculated inside you. You felt the white liquid flowing from your pussy. Lev came out and wondered if you were okay or not
''Are you ok?''
"You know how to lick, I wish you would swallow the semen I put in your mouth"
“The girl already has enough semen both in her mouth and in her womb, Yaku-san. "It doesn't need to be in her stomach."
Yaku placed a threatening look on his face
"It will be in her another side now"
You looked at both of them and parted your lips covered in semen.
"I wanna anal"
Yaku was prepared for this request, but it was something Lev didn't expect.
"Are you sure about this?"
Yaku replied without giving you a chance.
"Don't worry Lev. She's too sure. You already broke her virginity. Don't get excited about fucking her ass. "I'd rather fuck a tiny hole than fuck a used cunt."
"I'm not curious either. "I also want to cum in Y/n-chan's mouth."
You stood up and laid down on the couch. You waited to be fucked like a whore in need of cock
Yaku chuckled.
"Do you want to get your ass fucked like this, y/n-chan?"
"Put my legs on your shoulders, Yaku-san. Fuck me. "I can't be patient any longer"
Then Lev laughed at your insatiability
“Look at this, Yaku-san. She's a total whore. "A total sex queen"
"Then what are we waiting for?" We have to give this cum hungry slut what she wants.”
This time Lev moved to where your head was to fuck your mouth. Yaku spread her legs. He eyed your used wet pussy before sticking a finger in your asshole
''Unbelievable. "I wish I had fucked this horny pussy first," he said and spanked her pussy hard.
You were hurt. You didn't just moan, you screamed. But it gave you enough pleasure to want it again
"Oh Yaku-san. Once again''
"Do you want it one more time? You wanted your ass fucked. If you're doing it to avoid having your ass fucked, don't you dare. "Your ass will be fucked the same way your pussy and mouth were fucked just now."
''I want to get fucked. Fuck me! "Don't pity me!"
"God, I can't believe I'm hearing this," said Lev, grinning.
"Fill me. Do not leave an empty space. I want your cum all over me! I really need this! "Make me crazy!"
"What a babble whore" you said while Lev grabbed your head and put his dick in your mouth
Yaku kept slapping your wet pussy. You were experiencing both pain and pleasure at the same time. Having your wet pussy slapped was making you more eager.
Yaku lifted your legs while Lev fucked your mouth. He grabbed her hips and spread them apart, revealing her asshole as small as her little finger.
"I'm not going to ask you if you're ready, little slut."
He put his middle finger in your asshole and started drawing circles to get you used to it.
You were screaming muffled with Lev's dick in your mouth. It was the first time something entered her little asshole.
Yaku then added a second finger and then increased it to three.
You were screaming in pain, your body wanted even more. You accepted this from the very beginning. You would endure both pain and pleasure.
"Your asshole will be widened now honey, get ready for it" said Yaku with a grin.
On the other hand, Lev was putting his dick in and out of your mouth, leaving you breathless.
Yaku aligned the tip of his hardened cock with your asshole and pushed himself inside you.
You almost jumped out of your seat with the sudden sting you felt in your ass. Since there was no lubricant, this was going to be quite painful for you.
"Try not to scream too much, honey," he said and pushed his dick further into her ass.
You screamed and tears fell from your eyes. Lev sensed something was wrong and pulled his dick out of your mouth
"Yaku-san, you have to stop! The girl is hurting!”
As soon as Lev took his dick out of your mouth, you coughed and flatly rejected what Lev said.
"No, Lev. How long have I waited for this? "Let it come inside me"
"You heard what he said, Lev. "Go ahead," Yaku said, pointing at you with his eyes.
While Yaku made an effort to enter your asshole completely, Lev continued the work he had just done.
A dick in your mouth and a dick in your ass were literally taking you to the peak of pleasure.
Lev was going all the way down her throat, while Yaku was pushing her asshole.
You were making moans and purrs that showed you were extremely eager.
All three of you increased your speed to the fullest. Having your asshole widened felt weirder than when you lost your virginity.
Your second orgasm was approaching.
“Yaku-san? "Are you cumming?" Lev was out of breath. His face was red as if blood had rushed to his cheeks.
''I am cumming. "Let's cum together"
You also showed that you were about to come by making strange moans.
Then your orgasm hit you like a powerful bolt of lightning. The moans from all three of you, enjoying your orgasm, filled the room.
They both took their dicks out of her mouth and ass. The sofa and carpet were stained with your virgin blood. He had redness and bruises all over his body. You felt too terrible to stand up. You had a lot of fun having group sex, but at the end it looked like you were literally beaten.
You stood up, out of breath.
''This was a lot of fun. "I think we should do it again as soon as possible," Lev said.
Yaku sat next to him and held his hand
"Are you okay?" he asked you.
You nodded yes, but you felt a terrible pain below your waist.
"I hope we didn't force you too hard, y/n-chan," Lev said worriedly.
''No. On the contrary, I enjoyed it very much. "I want to do this again"
Yaku smiled and agreed
"We'll do it again. But first we need to take a shower together and then clean up. We don't want to get Lev into trouble, do we?"
"Will you take me between both of you in the shower?" you asked tiredly.
"Of course!" Lev happily agreed.
They both put their arms around your shoulders and carried you to the bathroom. The three of you showered together. You really enjoyed bathing among Lev and Yaku.
After getting dressed, you cleaned the house. You wiped the blood stains on the floor and the couch until they were gone, picked up the garbage in every corner, and folded your discarded clothes neatly again.
You had had a rough night, but the fact that all three of you lost your virginity on the same night gave it meaning and significance.
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Hey hey hey!! ~~ I came back like a fireball. I guess this was way too obscene. But i hope you enjoyed this story
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ohtokki · 1 year
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okay i’m back and i hope i’m not too late but for your event i was wondering if you would do kuroo + mutual pinning ?? i’m not sure if that counts as a prompt but just lmk ! and congrats again <3
the atomic weight of love
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pairing: kuroo tetsurō x gn!reader  
synopsis:  kuroo tetsurō starts as a friend of a friend and nothing more, especially not a roommate that makes your heart flutter 
genre: fluff, mutual pining
wc: 1.1k
notes: written for the milestone event for my crafting sister risu! this is insanely overdue, but i want to celebrate my two favorite scorpios.
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kuroo tetsurō carries himself with lightness and ease that draws people to him. 
there's a boyish charm to his perpetually messy bedhead, to the tiny scar just below his left eyebrow from when he ran headfirst into a tree on his bike, to the way his smile crinkles at the corner of his eyes in mirth. he's a natural conversationalist with a silver tongue and a penchant for teasing. 
you associate him with his favorite molecule, water. 
its chemical formula is simple. a molecule comprised of a pair of hydrogen atoms holding firmly onto an oxygen atom. water, a molecule so simplistic in design, serves as the cornerstone of life and without it would irrevocably change the world around us as we know it. 
but despite its minimalistic structure, water has depth in many shapes and forms just like kuroo. 
on the surface, he exudes a constant and steady presence that is refreshing and sates the thirst of people that want a moment of his time and attention. 
he's popular and people consciously gravitate toward him, but most people only get to see certain sides of his multifaceted personality. they remember him as the captain of nekoma's high school volleyball team or as the rising star of the chemistry department at university. even now, people see him as a diligent member of the japan volleyball association sports promotion division. 
but still waters run deep and there is a depth to him that is privy only to his closest friends. 
just like the others, you find yourself drawn in by his deeply magnetic personality. kuroo is initially a friend of a friend and kenma is the bond that connects the two of you. 
but instead of kuroo, you come to know him as tetsurō and all the other sides of him that he keeps close to his heart. 
you like how some of his chemistry jokes seem to fall flat, but you can't help laughing at them nonetheless. kenma insists that kuroo kept the jokes to a minimum before you moved in with them. he's convinced that kuroo is flirting with you. you're convinced that kenma doesn't have a funny bone in his body. 
"are you saying that he's making chemistry jokes periodically?" you can barely contain the smirk on your face when kuroo snorts. 
"i'm evicting you," kenma says with visible disgust. "both of you."
you like how kuroo sprawls his long limbs across the couch and settles his head into your lap during movie night. despite your initial protests about how much it tickles, kuroo obediently lays still as you rake your fingers through his hair. 
"are you gonna fall asleep on me?" you gently brush his bangs from his forehead. 
"no, 'm still watching." kuroo murmurs sleepily before he's passed out not even twenty minutes into the movie. kenma retreats to his room when he notices the two of you fast asleep and curled up together on the sofa. 
it's these moments that make your heart race a little faster. heat rising to your cheeks at the thought of your painfully obvious attraction to kuroo, but you quickly brush that idea away before you get your hopes up. 
sure, he's attractive. sure, he's intelligent. sure, he's got the dorkiest sense of humor that makes your cheeks hurt. and sure, he's particularly touchy and affectionate when it comes to you. 
because your feelings for him stand on the precipice of friends and something more. 
but he's nothing more than just a good friend. right? 
there's a slow and steady swell of rain drumming against the windowpane. the jva headquarters is located in the heart of sendagaya, as one of the neighboring high-rise buildings that overlook the tokyo metropolitan gymnasium. 
"i hope you brought an umbrella or raincoat today. it doesn't seem like the rain will let up anytime soon." 
kuroo leans back in his desk chair with an exasperated sigh. the chair creaks and protests loudly under his weight. 
"i did, but i think my roommate forgot theirs." he runs a hand through his hair, mussing it. 
"then you better hurry," his coworker gives him a knowing smile. "you've got a train to catch." they angle themselves towards the windows to watch the rain fall over the city streets once more. 
he glances at his watch. if he hurries, he wonders if he can catch you before the 4:55 pm train departs from kokuritsu-kyōgijō station.  
drip. drip. drip. 
you're sitting on a bench underneath the jva building debating whether or not to wait out the downpour. 
people are running to and fro on along sidewalk, braving the heavy rain with binders and draping their jackets over themselves in a feeble attempt to keep from getting soaked even further. 
"forget something?" a voice calls out above you. 
you raise your gaze to see kuroo holding an umbrella. 
"what are you doing here?"
kuroo smiles. "well, somebody didn't remember that it was supposed to rain today." he reaches for your bag as you rise from the bench. "were you trying to wait it out?"
you nod sheepishly. "yeah, i didn't feel like running through the rain."
kuroo laughs at your endearing expression and motions to his umbrella. "well lucky for you, you're small," he beckons to you with his free arm. "you can probably squeeze under here with me."
you brush the back of your pants as you stand before slowly tucking yourself under kuroo's arm. the heat radiating off of him wards off the chill of the rain. it's nice but you can't help but think the warmth is also going straight to your cheeks. 
there's a steady downpour as the two of you head across the plaza to the station. "puddle." you warn, instinctively pressing closer to him, but kuroo only pushes you back with a laugh. 
"tetsu!" you huff as water drips onto your shoulder. "just because you're bigger than me, doesn't mean you can bully me!" 
kuroo relents and wraps his arm around you tightly. he has the decency to look slightly apologetic. 
"sorry, sorry. your expression was priceless though."
you hum in mild annoyance but you're quick to get revenge by playfully shoving kuroo. "hey!" he yelps in surprise as the rain hits him. 
"oops. sorry! i couldn’t help myself."
the two of you break into a fit of laughter, stumbling over each other and being much wetter than you started. when you finally reach the station, kuroo shakes off his umbrella and tucks it into his bag. the clock reads 4:52pm. 
"we made it in record time," he says breathlessly as he brushes a wet strand of hair stuck to your cheek. for a moment you think his gaze drops to your lips, though too afraid to linger. 
your grip on his jacket tightens as you push yourself onto your toes to press a chaste kiss on kuroo's lips. 
"thanks, tetsu."
you smile, flattening your palm against his chest to feel his heart pounding just as fast as yours. maybe the feelings were mutual after all, you muse. 
"let's go home."
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lunaekalenda · 1 year
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At three, he got his first Nekoma's t-shirt, with his dad's number on the back. At five, he went to his first professional league match with you to cheer on Kuroo. At seven, he became an older brother to his sister. He's now surrounded by people, you, his sister, his dad, family and friends, and about to blow his birthday candles for the tenth time in his life.
"Happy Birthday, little one." his dad kneels near him, still sitting on the chair. "Are you ready to get your special gift?"
Your son has inherited, apart from his dad's hair, eyes and nose, his love for volleyball. His room is full of pictures from the Nekoma, trophees of volleyball, old equipations that he can't wear anymore and medals from tournaments. He has made so many times the exam to enter the Nekoma's cadets, always getting rejected. His last try was yesterday, his hopes down after all the last times. He wants to enter on his dad's team so bad, to be a Nekoma like him. Kuroo looks at him with a big smile, and Kenma brings in the package with your son's gift inside. It's packed on a really big box, idea of Lev, and your son's eyes shine with emotion when he starts to open.
It's jus a box inside a box, and inside another box, with some minor gifts in between: new protections to play, although he already has, and some videogame that he has requested. There's one package left and, before he opens it, your husband rests his palms on his shoulders.
"I hope you like the last gift. It's special for me, and I hope it is the same for you." With those mysterious words, he smiles to your son and looks at the package, telling him to open it. Your son slowly rips the paper, slowly opening the box. Inside, a red t-shirt welcomes him. He could recognize those colors anywhere. The Nekoma's uniform. He takes it out of the box. "Turn it around, love." you ask him, sweetly, as your son turns the t-shirt, revealing to his eyes the number one, and a big "Kuroo" on top. It was his dad's uniform.
"It's your uniform, buddy." Kuroo says, kneeling in front of him and smiling at his son's teary and surprised eyes. "Welcome to the Nekoma's Volleyball Club. I hope you make a good use of that equipment. It has been waiting for you."
Later that night, Kuroo enters the bedroom after reading a tale to the kids. He sighs, letting his body find yours under the covers, adapting to the other, cuddling with a smile. He kisses your forehead softly.
"I hope he liked the gift." he murmurs. He was so worried about it. What if he doesn't want to know anything more about the club? What if he has already gave up? What if he wants to defend another number, something that has nothing to see with his dad?
You caress his arms, around your waist. "He loved it. I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps hugged to it." you turn around slowly, facing him. "He grew up with you being the best volleyball player he could think of. And, most importantly, his dad. Believe me, he feels honored to wear your same number and the same surname as you on his t-shirt."
"He will quickly stand out." Kuroo murmurs, lazy caresses are given on your low back. "I hope he loves volley as much as I did."
"He probably will. It's the only conversation in this house." you fake a pout as he hugs you closer. "Only volley players..."
"I'm sorry, my love. I get carried away so easily." he apologizes, feeling your smile against his chest. He leaves a chaste kiss on your hair. "I promise I love you all way more than all those volley players."
"Even Sawamura?" your husband laughs softly.
"Even Sawamura."
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