#she loves old nekomata too much

[sebbywrites]

Training Camp Shenanigans (Nekoma & reader)

Summary: As a former club volleyball player, the reader is a great manager for the Nekoma boys team. She's just one to get into trouble when she isn't being so serious...

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(Y/n) (L/n). A third year now at Nekoma High School. You played Volleyball the entirety of your junior high years, and had a massive love for it; you even played for the High School girls' volleyball team in your first year. 

That is until you had broken your arm on a vacation over break to visit your family in America. It had taken a lot longer to heal because you still tried to practice with it broken, which your doctor yelled at you about. You were just lucky it was your non-dominant arm. 

So here you were, at a volleyball training camp, not playing. The reason being that while your bones had healed, you were still “baby guarding” your once broken arm, and trying to build back your muscle and strength in it. That ultimately made you quit playing competitive volleyball for the girls' team, which they understood, but were still sad to see you quit.

Starting the second half of your second year, you began managing the Boys' volleyball team. Coach Nekomata was also keen on letting you give them tips, from one player to another. 

Although your experiences differed greatly, you were an excellent player when it came to volleyball. 

That and the boys on the team absolutely adored you. 

Right now, they are doing a penalty lap of “penguins” (as you call them) after losing a match to Fukurodani. In a kenma-like fashion, you pulled out your phone and began playing Bejeweled.  

All too soon, your phone disappeared from your hands. You looked up to glare at the culprit, That’s my focus game, asshole!

“Haaah? What are you, 70 years old?”

“If your penguins are over with, a call out would’ve worked just fine,” you hissed. You tried to snatch your phone out of the taller boy’s hand, but he countered, holding it high above your head. 

You glared, “I swear, Kuroo, I’m coming for your kneecaps..”

“Eh?”

Kuroo stared at you blankly, and you took the opportunity to jump up and take your phone out of his loosened grip. 

Sometimes he forgets how good of an athlete you are, formerly or not.

“Come on, the next match is about to start.”

“R-right...”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were now refilling the water bottles for the team, humming a random tune. The last match of the day was still going, but you also knew that all of the teams would start their free practice after a short break, and you would have to go help out making dinner.

Then again, you could probably get out of it because you were terrible in the kitchen. Given that it was day one of the week-long training camp, you could probably be banned from the kitchen for the rest of the training camp.

You grimaced at the thought. 

“What are you thinking about?”

You jumped, almost dropping the water bottle in your hands. You turned your head to see Yaku looking at you with a small smile on his face. 

You laughed, “Ahaha, nothing much, just how I have to finish filling the water bottles and go help out with dinner.”

Immediately, Yaku started freaking out given your history with cooking.

From the doorway to the gym, Lev stared at the two of you yelling at each other.

“Uhh...”

Kuroo and Bokuto were chatting just behind Lev, the former taking notice of the first year’s lack of movement.

“Oi! Lev, if you have time to stand around then you can start working on your spikes!”

The platinum blond jumped. “Right!”

He took a moment to turn and ask Kuroo what was happening between Yaku and their short-ass manager.

Kuroo’s eyebrow twitched, while Bokuto started laughing his ass off at the two of you outside the gym.

“...I don’t know.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After somehow setting the rice cooker on fire Kiyoko-san and Mako-san immediately banned you from cooking for the rest of the week. They didn’t even want you to do the dishes. 

While you expected this, it still hurt your feelings. 

Dejected, you started walking towards the gyms to let everyone know that dinner would be ready in about an hour. 

“Oya?”

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima turned their attention away from their practice as you dejectedly entered the gym. 

“Chibi-chan!” 

Bokuto excitedly ran up to you and started chattering away. He left you absolutely no room to talk, making enough noise for everyone present. 

“A-ah, Bokuto...”

Akaashi sighed, walking up with Kuroo to shut up their owl-like friend.

“Sorry, (Y/n)-chan,” Akaashi said.

You laughed, now pulled out of your mood for getting kicked out of the kitchen. “It’s ok Akaashi-kun, I know how he is.”

“I know.”

Kuroo bent down (almost uncomfortably since he was a foot taller than you) to wrap an arm around your shoulder as you deadpanned. His signature smirk was plastered on his face, giving you a bad feeling.

“Oya oya, (Y/n)~” Uh oh. “Why don’t you help us teach this baby bird with blocking?”

Of course, he asked that... you thought with a twitch of your brow.

You sighed heavily, “I was only supposed to come let you guys know you have another hour before dinner is ready.”

“You got kicked out of the kitchen didn’t you?”

You froze. “Ho- Why would you think that???” you started laughing nervously.

“You can’t cook for shit, (Y/n), we all expected this,” Kuroo deadpanned.

“Yeah...”

“So...” His signature smirk made its way back to his face as he geared up to ask you again. “Help us teach him how to block? Spike some balls for us?”

After thinking about it for a moment with a pout on your face, you gave in. “Fine, I’ll spike for you guys.” 

“HEY HE-!”

“But only if you agree to stop making fun of me for playing Bejeweled.”

Now it was Kuroo’s turn to be shocked, slightly pulling away from your much shorter form. “You’re still mad about that!?”

He regained his composure as Bokuto and even Tsukishima laughed at you two.

“Fine, but I still don’t get why you play a game for old people.”

You scowled, then swiped your leg back to push in his knees harshly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You figured something like this would happen, so you brought your volleyball gear with you to the training camp. 

After you agreed to help the boys in the third gym out, you did still have to go inform everyone else about dinner. Afterward, you changed and headed back to the gym. 

There were still 45 minutes left until dinner should be ready once you found your way back to the third gym. 

Some of the other school’s players noticed you walking past the gyms again in your volleyball gear, shoes in hand. A certain duo took special notice and went to Daichi for answers.

“Huh? Ah you mean the Nekoma manager?”

“Is that who she is!?” Hinata asked excitedly. 

“Y-yeah,” Daichi replied. “She was one of the regulars for the girls' team up until last spring.”

“So cool!”

“Regular?” Kageyama inquired. “Then why is she their manager now?  Shouldn’t she be playing for the girls' team?”

“Ah, well, from what I heard she had an injury that made her switch gears. However, a friend of mine from Tokyo said that she was well on her way to becoming the ace of the Nekoma girls' team.”

“No way...!”

As you stepped back into the third gym, putting on your beloved volleyball shoes and then beginning your warmup, you also watched the two idiots and Akaashi giving a quick lecture to Tsukishima.

“Ah! Welcome back Chibi-chan!”

“I’m all warmed up now, so whenever you want to get to the play I’m ready,” you replied with a smile.

Kuroo asked Akaashi to go set for you on the other side of the net, while he, Bokuto, and Tsukishima would try to block.

You threw up the ball toward the second-year setter, then ran up for the hit.

You had complete focus on the ball, and the three very tall boys on the other side of the net. 

What none of them knew, was that for the past few weeks, you gathered up your friends from the girls' team and had them help you practice. You were still a bit unpolished in your movements after not playing seriously for such a long time, but none of that seemed to matter at that moment.

The cold, serious look on your face as you spiked the ball with such power scared even Kuroo, who was very used to playing with you during practices. He’d never seen such a look on your face. 

It unnerved him.

Nonetheless, he had set the timing for the block almost perfectly. Unfortunately, you aimed directly for glasses’ slightly spread-out arms. 

Your spike went directly between his arms like a hot knife through butter. 

It was exhilarating.

Tsukishima stared at the ball falling behind him in shock. He was absolutely sure you had no chance of going between his arms like you did, or through any of the three for that matter. 

“Aghhh, I should’ve expected that from (Y/n),” Kuroo commented. “Well, if that’s how she’s going to play, it looks like we might have to match her energy.”

The rooster-haired boy grinned with a determined look in his eye.

“Alright Tsukishima, let’s do it again,” the blond glanced at Kuroo as they set up their block again. “Remember, though, more experienced spikers like (Y/n) here will look for even the slightest hesitation, or the smallest opening in your stance and position. It’s important to keep that in mind.”

“R-right...”

“I’m going againnn!” you called out.

“Oonnne, two!”

Needless to say, the 5 of you came back after dinner to continue practicing (although Tsuki was dragged back against his will).

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was day 3 of the training camp when Kuroo and Yaku came to both you and Coach Nekomata with a special request.

“E-eh!? Why do you want me to join in on the practice? I should be taking notes a-and getting the waters and-”

“Well,” Yaku began, “We know you’re still a really good player, (N/n)-chan.”

“And, we know you still need some practice yourself,” Kuroo added.

You scowled. “Kindly fuck off, Tetsuro.”

“(L/n).”

“Sorry, Coach.”

The old man looked back at his two third-year players, “I’ll allow it.” You and the boys smiled excitedly. “But, let me talk it over with the other coaches first. While they may or may not know how good of a player she is, this is still a training camp for the boys' teams, so they might be against it anyway.”

You three deflated visibly but understood where the coach was coming from. 

This training camp isn’t for me as a player, so I don’t really understand why they would ask...

You looked down at your hands.

It can’t be helped... I quit on my own. It’s no one’s fault or responsibility but mine that I haven’t played in any matches. 

“-/n)? (Y/n)-chan?” Yaku called to you with a softness in his voice. 

He had immediately picked up on your change in mood at the shutdown of the request from him and Kuroo. The latter had also picked up on it, seeing as he had been a close friend of yours since your junior high days. 

He knew just how painful it was for you to not play, it’s why he convinced the Coaches to let you in on practice rather than just take notes for the team from the sidelines. 

Nekomata hadn’t ever seen you play until the first time you joined in on practice for 3 on 3 matches on a trial run. Kuroo’s lame excuse was that since you were a player yourself as well as their manager, you would have a better time gauging their strengths and weaknesses if you witnessed them firsthand in a match. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, as it certainly did help you gauge their abilities better, but it was still an idiotic excuse.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nekomata gathered the team together in front of the bench. Their two-hour lunch break had just ended, starting the practice matches back up.

You had yet to make your appearance back at the gym. No one knew why just yet, but a certain third-year duo had an inkling.

They were correct of course.

Just as Nekomata finished his little speech with the team and sent them off to warm up, you entered the gym in full volleyball attire.

“You see, our manager was a star player on our school’s girl team. She’s just as tenacious as those boys are, but I think it may also be a good learning opportunity for all of the teams.” Nekomata explained to the other coaches. 

“Huh?”

“I get that she was a player before, but...”

Keishen and Takeda shared a look with one another before the former spoke up. 

“We’d like to go along with it.” Ukai looked around the cafeteria to the players and other managers. “It’s a bit unorthodox, but because she’s a third year, and from what I’ve seen of her games-” Nekomata gave the young coach a look of surprise at that comment- “Nekoma’s manager is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Is that so...” Shinzen’s coach said.

Nekomata pulled you aside as you were refilling the water bottles a while before the practice matches were to start back up. 

“I talked to the other coaches about your request.”

“Chibi-chan is playing!?” Bokuto practically screamed.

Akaashi looked up from their team circle in surprise, as did many other players around the gym, including the resident God-like quick duo.

You tried to act nonchalant about it, but it was starting to be really hard not to focus on all the eyes on you courtesy of the other boys in the gym. 

Yaku grinned in delight. Kuroo gave his signature grin. Kenma looked a bit surprised at your small frame in volleyball gear, but quickly returned to save his game before starting warm-ups. Even Yamamoto had started crying.

“ACK!” Lev scooped you up into his arms and squeezed you as he cheered.

“L-Le-Lev!” 

“OI!” Yaku quickly kicked the back of the first-year’s knees, allowing you to breathe again. Once you were accounted for as safe from Lev, Yaku began berating the first year for quote-unquote “ALMOST KILLING OUR POOR MANAGER” .

You and many others sweat dropped at the two. 

“Uhh, Yaku? We need to warm up now...” you gently patted his shoulder.

You were nervous since the Nekoma boys were the only boys you’ve ever played against, but as soon as you had begun the first match of the afternoon all of your fears melted away. 

Once you were rotated into the match against Fukurodani, switching out with Kuroo, you gave a signal behind your back to tell the team the play you wanted to use. 

You know every single one of their strengths, weaknesses, and plays. You and the Coaches had come up with a large majority of them together, and you studied each player like you were going to have a pop quiz on the team at any given moment. Not to mention you practiced with them literally all the time.  

Bokuto and Akaashi knew you were good, but during the first set, they greatly underestimated just how good you had gotten since the last time they joined Nekoma in a practice match (which was only a few months, but you had also been putting in a lot of work to get back up to your previous level and then some). 

You guys didn’t win the match against the Owls, but it left a mark on their psyche at how close it had ended. 

Scary... they Fukurodani players thought to themselves. 

“What’s your analysis on the players, (L/n)?” Coach asked after your penalties. 

You used a towel to wipe some sweat off your face, staring into the ground blankly. 

“...They’re good,” you said. “But we can also be better. The next time we go against them, I think whenever Bokuto is on the court we need to give him more kill blocks than soft blocks. We gave him way too many soft blocks this time around, myself included.”

“You heard her,” Coach clapped. “Shut down more of #4’s spikes next time, but if you do find the need to intentionally get a one-touch, I advise you to do that as well. Sometimes it can’t be helped, to be honest...”

Nekomata grinned, seeing that Karasuno just got their asses handed to them by Ubugawa. They just started on their dive-receive penalties. 

“We’re against Karasuno next,” Kenma mumbled. 

“That’s right! Lev and (L/n)-senpai were gone for our practice match against them, and those two haven’t shown their ‘weird quick’ yet in front of her,” Inuoka commented.

“Weird quick...?” you inquired. 

Kuroo and Kenma started talking about it. 

“It’s fuckin fast.”

“It’s Shouyo and Kageyama’s extremely fast quick attack.”

You put a hand to your chin, thinking about something. 

The team left you to think, getting into position.

You and Yaku, the last ones to leave the team huddle, started talking strategy for the next match, although Yaku assured you this should be an easy one to win; they were all out of sync and still trying to perfect their new quick attack with Hinata’s eyes open now. Their star players were pretty shitty right now, you had to admit. 

You also knew though, that the second they got their shit together your team would be in an uphill battle. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was the last day of the training camp. You were excited to finally head home soon, but you would certainly miss seeing your new friends.

Over the course of the training camp, Kuroo and Kenma introduced you properly to some of the players from Karasuno. 

Kuroo had to admit though that he was jealous at the instant click between you and Sugawara, though; it almost made him regret introducing the two of you. This is because while you were a pretty serious person in and out of games, you were an absolute menace to society. Daichi felt the same about Sugawara, just he was exceptionally polite and kind to mask his menace personality (for the most part). 

And because it was the last day, Suga and yourself roped some others into participating in a prank war. 

It started with you replacing Suga’s water for soy sauce in the middle of a game when no one was looking, as retaliation for him putting a shit ton of curry powder in your curry and you had to, uh, retire for the rest of the night. However, what you didn’t know was that you managed to put it in Daichi’s water bottle instead because you were panicking about getting caught by Suga, Kiyoko, or their Coaches.

Daichi thought it was Tanaka and Nishinoya that replaced his water, who in turn thought it had to have been someone like Yamamoto, who thought it was Lev, and so on and so forth. The only people who suspected you of the ‘crime’ were Kuroo, Kenma, and Yaku; they had known you the longest and knew about your... habits. They also knew what had happened with your dinner the previous night, and had the suspicion that you wanted payback. 

Things didn’t get any easier at the celebratory lunch, either. You somehow acquired water balloons and got Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama, Inuoka, and a couple of others from the other teams to join you in wreaking havoc.

“Ahhh, youth,” Nekomata said at the sight of the large group of high schoolers screaming their heads off while getting absolutely pummeled by the small group of idiots with water balloons.

Keishin Ukai stared at the sight in both horror and shock.

“(Y/NNNNN) (LLL/NNNNN)!”

You froze at the sound of an irritated Kuroo. Yaku was close behind the tall rooster-head, equally if not more irritated. You slowly and mechanically turned to make eye contact with them.

Uh oh.

“Hey, hey....” Kuroo drawled. 

“Tet-Testu I didn’t-”

He and Yaku started sizing you up and you prepared to run for your life.

“(Y/n)....” Yaku muttered when they were within a short distance of you. “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!”

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” You screamed as your favorite fellow third years started chasing you, both soaking wet and attempting to beat your ass like irritated parents.

“I’M SORRYYYYYYY! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO GET WET IT WAS A JOKE! I SWEEEEAAAAARRRRRR!”

“YOU AREN’T ESCAPING THIS ONE, GET BACK HERE!”

Some had paused their war to look at you getting chased by the Nekoma captain and libero. They watched as you got violently tackled at the top of the hill and then came rolling back down.

Daichi had already corralled his evildoers and was in the middle of scolding them. He paused to smile at the antics before going back into his Dad Mode™ and continuing to yell at his teammates.

“Right.... Youth....” Ukai spit out. 

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #nekoma x reader #manager reader #volleyball player reader #platonic relationship

[weathertheraine]

I’ve been sitting on this AU for ages but finally caught up on S2 this weekend and got re-inspired to share it!!! I was so excited to see how well a lot of characters worked with the new content :000

If you take nothing else from this: Raeda Ukatake Raeda Ukatake Raeda Ukatake thank you for your time.

Spoilery content and more notes on the AU under the cut!!!

I love the parallels so much of Shoyo being naturally disadvantaged at magic but ‘finding a way to fly’ with glyphs!! And Kageyama learning to recognise what he does as a legitimate form of witchcraft and support him!!

Can’t believe “so you two go to the same school now, that doesn’t change anything!” Is canon

Kagehina Grom Danceeee

Natsu would be V - Shoyo is especially anxious to help her since she’s so young!

Can you believe I assigned the roles for this AU before Willow and Hunter had even interacted? I’m going to be replaying Tsukkiyama “Please, Captain” and “The real Tadashi would never be afraid of me” in my head for a while <3 It’s what they deserve

Yachi’s anxious spirals manifest physically as illusions like Gus’ (like her panic about being murdered or being homeless because she forgot the boys’ names)!!

Yachi as the head of the human appreciation society!

Sidenote: Hinata, Yachi and Yamaguchi as the best friend trio makes me unspeakably happy

As does the recent episodes that would have Tsukishima bonding with Yamayachi too

This is the one AU where I won’t torture Oikawa - he gets to fill the twins’ role, dragging Iwaizumi along when the plot needs two people lol. Oikawa and Kageyama mentorship: Good Ending - not sure if they’d be actual brothers or maybe step-brothers? But there’s some tension but ultimately Oikawa looks out for Tobio.

Nekomata (plus Ukai Sr) is the one who cursed Keishin- his old mentor(s), who initially pushed him to join the Emperor’s Coven thinking it was a safer strategy to be on the inside rather than hunted, and try to make change from there. They ‘cursed’ him by mistake, trying to use a spell to make him stronger because they weren’t confident he could pass the exam to get into the Emperor’s Coven.

Ukai Sr is the one Keishin injured, pushing him into retirement, which Keishin can’t forgive himself for

Tbh Nekomata and Ikkei could be switched around or like share those roles

Asahi initially is living with Ukai and helping where he can because he seems to be the last of his kind and doesn’t have anywhere else to go (and doesn’t know what he is, like King)

Him being a Titan, increasing his loneliness and his anxiousness about his size and power, makes me VERY sad /pos

Kuroo would fill Darius’ role (potentially with Bokuto as Eberwolf or another sympathetic Coven Head)- trying to look out for Kei and push him in the right direction

Akiteru would be a previous Golden Guard! For some reason there would be multiple attempts going at once, and they’ve been told that they’re brothers. The rift between them is because Akiteru “Betrayed the Emperor” (escaped) and is a Traitor and Kei is totally angry about That and not the fact that he left him behind (they will eventually reconnect)

Ittetsu’s Rhapsody. That’s all.

No but really. Ukai and Takeda as a little jock/nerd duo but Ittetsu breaking things off because Keishin won’t be honest about the curse and then leading a little rebel group and god it’s all so good <3 Raeda Ukatake is what originally sparked the idea for the AU

Ukatake True Love Duet

Coach Washijo would fill the role of Belos, with his focus on doing things the Right Way, his resistance to change, his mistrust of things that aren’t what he’s used to, his desire for power and order

Ushijima and Tendou (and potentially the rest of Shiratorizawa) would be high-ranking Coven Scouts, filling the narrative role that Kikimora does. Tendou is mostly sticking around because he wants to be able to use multiple kinds of magic and here he’s been told he’s allowed to. Ushijima is there so he doesn’t have to compromise his abilities. Both would eventually defect.

Kenma has a very different personality to the Collector in the show- it would focus on how BORED he is,, he needs something to entertain him because he’s going stir crazy. “I don’t really care about the draining spell but he said he’d get me out so :/”

There’s definitely stuff I’ve forgotten I have a lot of thoughts about this!!!!!

#artists on tumblr #digital art #procreate #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #fanart #hq!! #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #azumane asahi #tsukkiyama #hinata shouyou #takeda ittetsu #ukai keishin #ukatake #kagehina #kageyama tobio #haikyuu au #the owl house #toh #the owl house au #yachi hitoka #asanoya #nishinoya yuu #kozume kenma

[theeternalfeverdream]

Character Spotlight: Kizamu Mitasa

It’s the cartomancer of love and dreams, Kizamu Mitasa!

She's part of a “friend web” of magical humans and respected youkai in Izotakara. Her father, an entrepreneur, left for his homeland for a business opportunity when she was two years old. This, combined with her issues with authority, has led Kizamu to build up an aloof and unfriendly front, and she never had many friends in school. She always thought her peers were boring and slow, so she was never too bothered by this. It wasn’t until she entered junior high that she decided to change things and open herself up to those her age.

Personality

Kizamu is outwardly reserved and unfriendly, but around her friends she’s a sweet, dreamy, trusting individual. Among her friends, she is known to “fall in love” easily, usually with girls over boys because “boys are mean and girls are a lot cuter”. She gets along better with youkai than she does with humans, which has led her to question whether or not she’s on the way to becoming one herself. Kizamu can be somewhat loud and rough with her friends, but she cares deeply for them, and will relax when she thinks she’s really hurting someone’s feelings. She is easily bored by small and unnecessary details, and spends much of the school day staring out the window and daydreaming. Kizamu has a boisterous streak, claiming she’s “the greatest cartomancer Izotakara has ever seen”. She likes racing games, food, and has some interest in metaphysics, since she’s one of the only people her age to know of the Multiple Realms Theory.

Abilities

Her main ability is cartomancy, which she taught herself. Kizamu’s accuracy is incredible, to where she can throw a card and hit an apple head-on from up to 800 feet (244 meters) away. Magic in this world is best channeled through inanimate objects, and particularly skilled magicians can channel it through their skin or even through the atmosphere. Kizamu uses her playing cards as conductors of her magic, as well as normal projectiles in fights.

Those native to Izotakara are more sensitive to light and magic. People who live in the city their entire life are somewhat photosensitive, but can see very well in complete darkness. Some naturally gain the ability to use magic, and can utilize the city’s strange energies to fly through the air with ease. Kizamu is capable of all of this, but she likes flying with a cape purely for the fun of it.

Family

After her fiance left, her mother cherished Kizamu even more, since she’s a part of him. Her mother is very lenient when it comes to parenting, as Kizamu is quite trustworthy on her own, and values her daughter’s happiness and health over anything else.

Before and even after her father left for the United States, Kizamu and his fiance were two of the most important people in his life. Because of the circumstances, they rarely speak and haven't seen each other in 12 years. Kizamu doesn't resent him, though, since her mother always spoke so highly of him. Kizamu wears a vest because of her father– that’s part of his style, and she wears one so as to not forget that about him.

Friends

Her best friend is Monica Sweeney. When Monica first moved to Izotakara and started attending junior high with Kizamu, she offered to show her around, and the two hit it off immediately. If they're not completely alone, they're usually hanging out together. Kizamu in particular has a little crush on her, calling her “Mona” for short. Since Kizamu was Monica’s first friend in Japan, Monica likes her a lot and puts a lot of trust in her.

A secondary parental figure to her is the nekomata Nyani Koun'na. Nyani and Kizamu’s mother are friends, so Nyani would know her daughter. Kizamu thinks Nyani is really cool, and that her stories about working in the SSDF (Solar System Defense Force) are fascinating. Nyani sees Kizamu as a spiritual daughter, and believes in her potential as a magician. Kizamu also knows of some of Nyani’s friends, including the komainu Aya Komaru and the immortal Fujiwara no Nagako.

Another of Kizamu’s youkai friends is the tiger Natsuki Toratoki. During an incident where an alien visited Izotakara and caused trouble, Natsuki was drawn up to the surface, and met Kizamu. Kizamu instantly was fond of her, and was saddened by Natsuki returning to her home in Muenzuka. Natsuki, wanting to see what the big city life was all about anyways, later returned to the surface in disguise as one of Kizamu’s classmates. Kizamu also has a crush on Natsuki, in a cool-and-untouchable way.

Kat and Ana Igakawa are two of her human friends. Kizamu met Kat at a Christmas party of Monica’s once, then met Ana at school. She initially thought the two of them were overly-disciplined and hard to talk to, but soon warmed up to the both of them. Kizamu and Ana have friendly sparring matches from time to time, and occasionally hang out outside of school and fights. Kizamu got introduced to the human witch Ashley Lucardia through her.

Enemy

Like Niitsu, Kizamu doesn't have many enemies, but the closest thing she has to one is the guardian spirit The Witch of Midnight. Once, Kizamu tried contacting a spirit out of boredom, and The Witch answered her call also out of boredom. Since then, she's started visiting Earth more, but the moral disconnect between her and the humans and youkai of Earth make her more of an adversary than an ally. Still, she likes toying with Kizamu quite a bit, and envies her ability to make friends so easily.

Music Claims

#eternalfeverdream #my ocs #oc art #sci fi and fantasy #original character #Youtube

[shujikitten]

Synopsis: Sold at a young age to the Okasan of a large hostess club you had a life time of debit to repay. The worst part? It wasn’t even yours. The second you’re old enough you’re thrown to the wolves but little do they know that you bite back. After ten grueling years you’re finally seeing a dent in your debt. But your Saturn return in your 28th year doesn’t take too kindly to you, not that life ever did, and you find yourself indebted to an even bigger monster.

Warnings: Choking and violence.

Chapter One:  You look so pretty beneath me 1512

Master List: Here

Flashing another smile you pour a heavy handed drink into the already drunk man’s glass.

His name?

Well it didn’t fucking matter to you. Only his wallet did as he forked up thousands and thousands just to sit with the likes of you. For you to smile, pour his drink, and laugh at his stupid fucking jokes.

Although he was your best customer he was still too much unless you had him pissing himself drunk. His cologne was always too heavy and he was twice your age. Not that a silver fox wouldn’t do, there was just a difference between a fine wine and an over oxidized grape juice. He will always be the latter, bloated in a manner from far too much smoke, drink and fast women. He talked a big game about his even “bigger” dick but you questioned if he could even get it up.

"Nekomata,” A whisper of your stage name. A joke and promise that you would not be crossed. Most men thought it funny or ironic that you’d name yourself after a Yokai but those that pressed their luck quickly found their houses or apartments up in flames. Sometimes figuratively when you would call their wives crying, pretending to be pregnant and needing money to make it all go away.

And other times literally.

It depended on your mood.

Most men don’t give the name a second thought because there was no way a face with such a pretty cat smile could be such a malicious beast. To them you were a house cat at best, a Kitten, they often called you and you were fine with them making that assumption.

Because who would ever think a Kitten would leave a man in utter shambles.

You turn to face your fellow hostess, Sakura, a sugary sweet type that worked on 95% of the male and female population. She looks a bit worried, her brows pinched upward that has your’s furrow.

“Okasan says I’m to take over for Hadashi-sama…you have a special request.”

“Fuck off Sakura.” Your manicured black nails bite into her wrist in warning, “This bloated pig has the fattest pockets."

"I promise you I’m not playing any games.” She leans closer, her sticky glossed lips a breath from your ear as she barely whispers, “A syndicate member, the one with tattooed hands."

"Who?” You bark, and the man beside you giggles.

“I get two pretty broads now."

"Oh no Hadashi-san. It’ll just be me Sakura. I’m taking over for our feisty member.” Sakura says sweetly, topping off his drink as you rise, adjusting the strap of your small designer purse. You look to the shadows and see Okasan standing by the entrance of the VIP room, waiting to give you a lecture you were sure. You sigh, heels clacking against the expensive floor as you approach.

Okasan is older, much older. Probably wiser but you’d never admit it. You hate a love hate relationship with this woman, as she did you. Sometimes you felt like her real daughter and she felt like your real mother.

“Mama.” You huff and she fusses over your skin tight black dress. Adjusting the halter strap and taping back the slit on your thigh so it showed off more skin.

“Listen to me.” She’s using her serious voice and you meet her eyes, “This man works for the organization that keeps us safe. You’re to keep him entertained and happy."

"Wouldn’t Sakura be better suited for this?” You look over at the other star hostess and her stunning pink hair. She was the epitome of femininity, soft and easy going while you were here, the complete opposite. The Devil to her a

Angel.

She touches up your blood lipstick before she holds her fingers under your chin.

“You think I didn’t suggest her first?” She lets out a breath, her sharp tone almost hides her fear as she adds, “Besides, he asked for you by name.

With that she walks away gracefully in her old kimono. Looking every bit in charge and untouchable. Quickly you take a sharp inhale, fingers ghosting over the knife on the thigh opposite from the slit before you open the doors to the low lit room. The plush door shuts behind you and the roar of the open seating area with an endless amount of couches cuts off, leaving you with soft ambient music and lingering smoke.

A large man sits in the middle of the black couch on the far wall, the jacket of his suit is discarded on the arm as he nurses a four fingered glass of whisky. Neat.

You notice the tattoos on his hands immediately, Sin and Punishment in deep ink as his other hand holds a dying cigarette. He looks you over the brim of his glasses like a predator watching prey from tall grass.

He’d soon find out you were no lamb he was hunting.

Far fucking from him.

Still you act the part, swaying your hips the way any man likes before you plop onto his lap. Like a cat your digits find the golden chain of his earning, fingering the jewelry as you smile.

"Do I get a name, Handsome?” You take the whisky from his hands and take a huge swallow before you wink, “It’s only fair since you know mine."

He’s relaxed beneath your comfortable weight but that shouldn’t be confused with unguarded. You knew his type, he was the kind of man who needed someone a bit rough around the edges. Someone who’d put up some fight before they gave in to give him what he wanted.

Since it was quite obvious he could have anything he wanted, glaringly obvious. What with his diamond encrusted tie clip and cufflinks. Your fingers burn to pocket those for later. He tilts his head and slowly a cat smile of his own blossoms on his handsome features.

"Hanma Shuji.” He gives his full name and you giggle. Half forced, half genuine as his dangerous air and deep voice send a jolt of excitement to your gut.

What was with you and wanting to play with fire?

His free hand that once held whisky comes around your waist to rest on your upper thigh. On the exposed skin from the slit on your long evening gown.

Fuck he loved your legs. They looked powerful and perfect. He could just make out the swirling flowers in the dim light.

You offer him his drink, tilting the glass to his lips and surprisingly he leans forward to take a sip. Carefully you tip the liquid into his mouth and watch his Adams apple bob.

“Thank you, Koneko."

"Nekomata.” You correct sweetly. His golden eyes sparkle with curiosity, his face inches from your ear.

“Like the Yokai? Maybe that does suit you better.” His hands grip your thigh tightly, too tightly and you wonder if you’ll bruise. His flirty voice drops down to a deadly tone as he adds, “So it was your fiery forked tail that set my best sniper’s house ablaze?"

Slowly you look at him from the corner of your eye keeping a collected face.

"I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” You purr, “Although a Nekomata is never wrong with her judgment."

He stubs out his cigarette on the back of the couch cushion before flicking the butt across the room.

"Takes a demon to see a demon doesn’t it?” He laughs mirthlessly, taking Punishment and wrapping it around your throat. He’s quick to get up and slam you into the couch. All his weight over you now as he squeezes and squeezes. Black blossoms beneath his touch and he decides that it’s the perfect shade for you as he smiles in your face. You claw at his his forearm, mind racing as you debate to use your last resort.

“Next time think twice before you charr up my best gunner.” He’s inches from your face and your mind swirls with fear. With burning hot rage from how he looks at you.

Like he’s enjoying the way you look pinned beneath him. Powerless.

Weak.

You shimmy your hand to your thigh and quickly produce your small blade, sinking it into the meat of his side. His eyes go wide with shock before a genuine snarl paints his features.

He can’t believe you actually tired. Dared to defy him, the Reaper. Originally he was just going to leave you with a bruised throat, or maybe a bruised larynx at worst but now.

Now he was going to make sure you passed out and that you wouldn’t be able to speak for a week at best.

He throws his elbow against your wrist, pinning your arm just right and you drop the knife in your weakening grip.

Your vision begins to creep in from all sides before it fades to black while golden eyes burn into your retinas.

That was four days ago and now you find yourself standing in front of Hanma Shuji’s modern mansion with tall glass windows.

An armful of Molotov cocktails with one burning hot in your right hand.

previously posted to katsukikitten, fiction moved to shujikitten

#shuji x reader #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #shuji hanma x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

[quietplace26]

Man Out of Time au (4)

To KK, the future was a strange and scary place.

So much has change and it almost felt to much for him to handle.

He missed his old life. Missed his friends, his family, but they were gone now, and KK had to live with that.

KK is just thankful his savior, Akito Izuki, was there with him every step of the way to help him deal with all this madness.

Over the first few months Akito, along with Mari and their friends, helped KK learned about all that has change since his time.

Once he was more comfortable with his new life, KK started digging up information about current yokai problems.

To his relief, yokai nowadays aren't as active as they once were in KK"s time.

KK could still recall the expressions the others made when he told them he was actually a yokai hunter. Unsurprisingly, they didn't really believe him, but the moment he took them out and introduced them to a local nekomata dealer, they changed their tunes rather quickly.

Akito's reaction was the best one in KK's opinion. Akito looked like he was in heaven when a tiny nekomata kitten floated over and started to cuddle into his hands.

Turns out the nekomatas love Akito quite a lot, and Akito returns that love rather strongly.

Seeing Akito smile so brightly and happily made KK feel... different.

His chest felt... warm. It almost felt like...

"KK?" The man was knocked out his thought when Akito called out to him, now covered in head to toe in giggling and mewing nekomata kittens.

KK feels himself melt a little at the sight.

KK pushes the odd feelings away, hoping it was just a one time thing, but as it would turn out, it wasn't.

The next time he felt something was on one of their anual trips to Shibuya.

They were just walking to a cafe to eat when KK noticed something.

It was a couple holding hands. A same sex couple.

Akito explains to KK that it wasn't uncommon to see or hear about m/m or f/f couples now.

KK isn't sure how to feel about it at first. He wasn't disgusted by it, having seen a few of these couples looking so happy, but when he looked at Akito, it made him wonder...

Did he... like Akito?

KK shakes his head violently. He-he can't! He loves his wife! She was the only one for him! He and Akito were just friends! Nothing more!

KK keeps telling himself that until Akito was nealy kidnapped.

By his EX boyfriend.

Now that shocked KK, as he didn't even know Akito liked men.

Akito never showed any romantic interest in others, never even mention having a lover either.

But later on, after they got home after the inccident, Mari was the one to shed some light.

"Akito's never had the best luck with finding love..." Mari looked uncomfortable. "He would tell me he found the one, and not even a few days later he would come home crying." Mari herself looked like she was goiing to cry. "Sometimes he would even have a bruise on his face..."

KK felt his heart drop. Why would anyone ever hurt Akito?!

Despite feeling that way, KK knew he was being a hypocrite, as he was hurting Akito as well.

He hasn't talk to the young man since they got back. KK could even say he's been avoiding Akito.

KK's feelings were begining to be too much for him to handle, and he just didn't know how to act around Akito anymore...

Mari and the others called him out on his actions, causing him to think about his true feelings for Akito

KK grips his katana tightly, stopping his morning training.

What were his true feelings for Akito?

Akito made KK happy. He helps KK out even when the older man was being an ass to him. Cooked for him. Even did his landry! Akito was acting like he was KK's wife... and KK like the thought that.

Back when KK saw Akito's ex dragging the young man away, KK felt a possessiveness that he's never felt before.

Akito didn't belong that asshole. KK wanted Akito to be his.

He glances back at the mansion, staring directly at the kitchen window. He sees Akito cooking breakfest like he does every morning, but his expression... KK didn't like it..

KK had to fix this somehow. Show Akito that he was loved, and that KK wanted him to be his.

#ghostwire: tokyo #ghostwire tokyo #akito/kk #time travel au #Man Out of Time au #long post omg

[7ban-sama]

@mooncamellia in reply to this post:

Ohhh, Amane is so tiny! Nekomata are often said to become quite big (descriptions wary but there are stories where they are as big as dogs or even wild boars and can pick up dogs with their mouth) so I thought that if he could still take a cat form, he'd be lion sized lolol. Nene should run if she meets him while they're both in cat form. It might have uncomfortable consequences to cozy up to him too much. 😂

I figured that due to ah, the newspaper clipping describing Tsukasa as having had a black cat he loved, with no further addendum of him being odd... That Amane at least was more or less, passable as a normal cat, in the past. Just a kitty with a strange split tail, but hey maybe that just suited their whole circus circumstance.... (ye olde freakshow...??? Not to say that Amane was in it, just that an animal with (seemingly) a deformity might not have turned heads, in this environment.)

Whatever the case... It's interesting to see that he would still choose to shift into something housecat sized. He surely doesn't ever HAVE to...? Seeing as he's taking a lil nappy, it's prolly just for convenience, lol. But! We have no idea the extent of his powers in this AU (... and in canon-!?), so who knows what he is capable of... I wouldn't be surprised if he was more powerful and had a grand form of some sort... That'd also be so cool, I wonder how Aida would design such a thing...? Ahh...

I kinda joked with my wife, maybe seeing such a form, would be equivalent to seeing Hanako 'unsealed' (so, with all his strength...) Always worth remembering that we haven't quite seen him at his full power yet. :0c Who knows, perhaps a large beastly form would suit that fellow? I'm biased ofc and would love to have a whole range, normal cat-size and huuge beast form and human form...

Nene should really be on alert, if she runs into this guy, no matter how small he is though. Do NOT...! Let this man touch nosies with you and purr and rub... No, no, far too dangerous... You don't want to know what that'll make you feel-!!! (Cue Nene's, I'm just a normal housecat! This is too much!)

#mooncamellia #💬 #this morning i scribbled nene getting poofed and running away from him

[seven--secrets]

Sleepless Citizens || Chapter 5

Time passed differently in the spirit realm, and while you knew Kaz was somewhere deep within the recesses of the abyss, still fighting against the onryo’s corruptive presence, he and the rest had wanted you to get as much rest and preparation as possible for what was the final stretch. One way or another though, you all wanted, believed, hoped, even knew it would end tonight.

And it all started when Lightbulb burst into the temple.

“Auntie- Err, Lady Aiko, Lady Prin, there’s a weird dog outside!” With all the grace of her words, Lightbulb skitters to a stop.

“...What kind of weird dog?” There’s an odd tone to Aiko’s voice, which is not just irritation that her niece interrupted her cuddle time with her beautiful wife.

“Well, she’s got like... Funky ears like Granny, and her face is all flat like a pug. And she also has two tails! How do you get a second tail? Can I have another tail?”

“Bulb, sweetheart,” Prin voices flatly. “That’s a cat.”

“A nekomata specifically,” Aiko explains. “Quite a brave one too, to come to a village of dogs. She must have a good reason. And to pass the barrier, she was likely someone that the Gentle Beast knew off and trusted. ...Lady Haruka then. I wonder if she had been made aware of the situation. Well, gathering allies is never bad. Lightbulb, please escort her inside. Love, can you set up the cushions in meeting format? I’ll fetch the Mother and false Priestess.”

The three dogs split off to complete their various tasks.

Wherever you are in the village or dorm, your personal class rings start to glow. An image of the temple interior is beamed into your heads, and although no words are spoken, you get the idea. Returning to the temple, you see Prin and Aiko conversing with a familiar face that you haven’t seen in quite the long while.

Haruka the nekomata, last seen attempting to find her Master, is holding onto a lined velvet box as she chats animatedly to the two leaders of the village. She spots you all, and excitedly waves the group over to where they, Takako and Eleanor are seated on cushions in a circle. “Nya-haro! It’s been a while! I nya-ver thought I’d see you all again this quickly, but a certain old rival called with a favour to ask of me, nya.”

She stands up, and then kneels down in a full seiza bow. “I also heard what ny’all did for my Master. From the bottom of my nyan-existent heart... Thank you! Thank you so much! I’m so happy...”

It’s a warm reminder that even though you’ve essentially been trapped in a prison for so long, you’ve still managed to make someone’s existence that much better.

#7s plot #chapter 5 #eleanor #takako #haruka #lightbulb #prin #aiko

[bnbc]

#cyberpunk 2077 #goro takemura #oc koulin #v x takemura #well I time-traveled far forward along my timeline #it's like the end of the century already or near it #poor wako is 100+ #yet Kou doesn't give a fuck #she loves old nekomata too much #sorry for #long post #I will probably never write exactly this part #but I want it to exists #OTP: Artificial Nocturne

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: Sold at a young age to the Okasan of a large hostess club you had a life time of debit to repay. The worst part? It wasn’t even yours. The second you’re old enough you’re thrown to the wolves but little do they know that you bite back. After ten grueling years you’re finally seeing a dent in your debt. But your Saturn return in your 28th year doesn’t take too kindly to you, not that life ever did, and you find yourself indebted to an even bigger monster.

Warnings: Choking and violence.

A/N, WC : Not sure if this will be a multipchap or if this is simply a one shot, 1512

Master List: Here

Flashing another smile you pour a heavy handed drink into the already drunk man's glass.

 His name? 

Well it didn't fucking matter to you. Only his wallet did as he forked up thousands and thousands just to sit with the likes of you. For you to smile, pour his drink, and laugh at his stupid fucking jokes. 

Although he was your best customer he was still too much unless you had him pissing himself drunk. His cologne was always too heavy and he was twice your age. Not that a silver fox wouldn't do, there was just a difference between a fine wine and an over oxidized grape juice. He will always be the latter, bloated in a manner from far too much smoke, drink and fast women. He talked a big game about his even "bigger” dick but you questioned if he could even get it up. 

"Nekomata," A whisper of your stage name. A joke and promise that you would not be crossed. Most men thought it funny or ironic that you'd name yourself after a Yokai but those that pressed their luck quickly found their houses or apartments up in flames. Sometimes figuratively when you would call their wives crying, pretending to be pregnant and needing money to make it all go away. 

And other times literally. 

It depended on your mood. 

Most men don't give the name a second thought because there was no way a face with such a pretty cat smile could be such a malicious beast. To them you were a house cat at best, a Kitten, they often called you and you were fine with them making that assumption. 

Because who would ever think a Kitten would leave a man in utter shambles. 

You turn to face your fellow hostess, Sakura, a sugary sweet type that worked on 95% of the male and female population. She looks a bit worried, her brows pinched upward that has your's furrow. 

"Okasan says I'm to take over for Hadashi-sama…you have a special request."

"Fuck off Sakura." Your manicured black nails bite into her wrist in warning, "This bloated pig has the fattest pockets." 

"I promise you I'm not playing any games." She leans closer, her sticky glossed lips a breath from your ear as she barely whispers, "A syndicate member, the one with tattooed hands." 

"Who?" You bark, and the man beside you giggles. 

"I get two pretty broads now." 

"Oh no Hadashi-san. It'll just be me Sakura. I'm taking over for our feisty member." Sakura says sweetly, topping off his drink as you rise, adjusting the strap of your small designer purse. You look to the shadows and see Okasan standing by the entrance of the VIP room, waiting to give you a lecture you were sure. You sigh, heels clacking against the expensive floor as you approach. 

Okasan is older, much older. Probably wiser but you'd never admit it. You hate a love hate relationship with this woman, as she did you. Sometimes you felt like her real daughter and she felt like your real mother. 

"Mama." You huff and she fusses over your skin tight black dress. Adjusting the halter strap and taping back the slit on your thigh so it showed off more skin. 

"Listen to me." She's using her serious voice and you meet her eyes, "This man works for the organization that keeps us safe. You're to keep him entertained and happy." 

"Wouldn't Sakura be better suited for this?" You look over at the other star hostess and her stunning pink hair. She was the epitome of femininity, soft and easy going while you were here, the complete opposite. The Devil to her a

Angel. 

She touches up your blood lipstick before she holds her fingers under your chin. 

"You think I didn't suggest her first?" She lets out a breath, her sharp tone almost hides her fear as she adds, "Besides, he asked for you by name.

With that she walks away gracefully in her old kimono. Looking every bit in charge and untouchable. Quickly you take a sharp inhale, fingers ghosting over the knife on the thigh opposite from the slit before you open the doors to the low lit room. The plush door shuts behind you and the roar of the open seating area with an endless amount of couches cuts off, leaving you with soft ambient music and lingering smoke. 

A large man sits in the middle of the black couch on the far wall, the jacket of his suit is discarded on the arm as he nurses a four fingered glass of whisky. Neat. 

You notice the tattoos on his hands immediately, Sin and Punishment in deep ink as his other hand holds a dying cigarette. He looks you over the brim of his glasses like a predator watching prey from tall grass. 

He'd soon find out you were no lamb he was hunting. 

Far fucking from him. 

Still you act the part, swaying your hips the way any man likes before you plop onto his lap. Like a cat your digits find the golden chain of his earning, fingering the jewelry as you smile. 

"Do I get a name, Handsome?" You take the whisky from his hands and take a huge swallow before you wink, "It's only fair since you know mine." 

He's relaxed beneath your comfortable weight but that shouldn't be confused with unguarded. You knew his type, he was the kind of man who needed someone a bit rough around the edges. Someone who'd put up some fight before they gave in to give him what he wanted. 

Since it was quite obvious he could have anything he wanted, glaringly obvious. What with his diamond encrusted tie clip and cufflinks. Your fingers burn to pocket those for later. He tilts his head and slowly a cat smile of his own blossoms on his handsome features. 

"Hanma Shuji." He gives his full name and you giggle. Half forced, half genuine as his dangerous air and deep voice send a jolt of excitement to your gut. 

What was with you and wanting to play with fire? 

His free hand that once held whisky comes around your waist to rest on your upper thigh. On the exposed skin from the slit on your long evening gown. 

Fuck he loved your legs. They looked powerful and perfect. He could just make out the swirling flowers in the dim light. 

You offer him his drink, tilting the glass to his lips and surprisingly he leans forward to take a sip. Carefully you tip the liquid into his mouth and watch his Adams apple bob. 

"Thank you, Koneko." 

"Nekomata." You correct sweetly. His golden eyes sparkle with curiosity, his face inches from your ear. 

"Like the Yokai? Maybe that does suit you better." His hands grip your thigh tightly, too tightly and you wonder if you'll bruise. His flirty voice drops down to a deadly tone as he adds, "So it was your fiery forked tail that set my best sniper's house ablaze?" 

Slowly you look at him from the corner of your eye keeping a collected face. 

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." You purr, "Although a Nekomata is never wrong with her judgment." 

He stubs out his cigarette on the back of the couch cushion before flicking the butt across the room. 

"Takes a demon to see a demon doesn't it?" He laughs mirthlessly, taking Punishment and wrapping it around your throat. He's quick to get up and slam you into the couch. All his weight over you now as he squeezes and squeezes. Black blossoms beneath his touch and he decides that it's the perfect shade for you as he smiles in your face. You claw at his his forearm, mind racing as you debate to use your last resort. 

"Next time think twice before you charr up my best gunner." He's inches from your face and your mind swirls with fear. With burning hot rage from how he looks at you. 

Like he's enjoying the way you look pinned beneath him. Powerless. 

Weak. 

You shimmy your hand to your thigh and quickly produce your small blade, sinking it into the meat of his side. His eyes go wide with shock before a genuine snarl paints his features. 

He can't believe you actually tired. Dared to defy him, the Reaper. Originally he was just going to leave you with a bruised throat, or maybe a bruised larynx at worst but now.

Now he was going to make sure you passed out and that you wouldn't be able to speak for a week at best. 

He throws his elbow against your wrist, pinning your arm just right and you drop the knife in your weakening grip. 

Your vision begins to creep in from all sides before it fades to black while golden eyes burn into your retinas. 

That was four days ago and now you find yourself standing in front of Hanma Shuji's modern mansion with tall glass windows. 

An armful of Molotov cocktails with one burning hot in your right hand. 

#hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader

[aizawaslovebot]

Hello idk if you’ll see this or if you’re still accepting request but I wanted to know if you can do an angst male reader where he’s really close to yachi as friends and plays volleyball with the karasuno boys but like he’s ignored and pushed to the side and no one really notices until he leaves the team and moves to Tokyo only to later join the nekoma team and they actually pay attention to him and he kinda has a run in with his old team latter. Sorry if it’s confusing this is my first ask😅

—shadow on the moon

[nekoma x m! reader | karasuno x m! reader]

synopsis: perhaps they relied too much and gave back too less, and this was karma's sign of ending the cycle.

warnings: angst, self-depreciation, + hmm i feel like it's lackluster because i couldn't imagine karasuno doing something like this

words: 1350

—note: i couldn't write the reunion part? idk why i've rewritten it a few times now but i'm not satisfied ㅠㅠ if you want something changed, please tell me!!

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It was ambitious of you to dream of becoming heard when they couldn’t even spare you one glance. 

You didn’t want to place the blame on the team. It wasn’t their fault that you’ve always been hardly in the limelight. It wasn’t their fault that you’ve always been a wallflower. It wasn’t their fault that you could easily be outshined by anyone in the team. 

It was, however, their fault for their inability to notice your presence no matter how hard you tried.

As a middle blocker in Karasuno, it was appalling how they failed to acknowledge you and your prowess— to the point that you even doubted you had the ability to block for the team at all. Communication has never been easy for an introvert like you, who always depended on the possibility of some extrovert adopting you into their social circle. So despite the overflowing hurt built up on the prospect of being casted to the sidelines, always shoved to the benches as a warmer, you were unable to voice anything out. 

This arrangement continued even through your second year with the team. Heck, it even got worse— with the way Hinata, who, no matter how small, easily got the attention of everyone, and Kageyama, a naturally-born genius with a career ahead of him, you were easily overshadowed by first years of all people. 

Truthfully, you should’ve been in Nekoma High right now. At the end of your first year at Karasuno, your dad was promoted and was given the privilege of an apartment in Tokyo for easier access to his new work. You were very naive to push the move to months later, desperately hoping for at least acknowledgement from the team, that they recognize you as one of their middle blockers. 

It wasn’t the case at all. Were you that replaceable? Were you that insignificant to the team? Were you that unnoticeable? Were you so useless that they won’t even miss you at all? 

Perhaps he could take back that last thought. 

A very kindhearted first year managed to notice you, introvertedness and all. Yachi Hitoka had come to be someone very dear to you, someone who had always been ignored. You were not used to the attention she gave you but you managed to get used to her warmth. The way she’d greet you first out of anyone in the gym or the way she fretted whenever you needed to be bandaged on the rare days you get to play— everything about her was warm. 

And you’d be forever grateful for the kindness, the attention, and the love she had extended for someone as unnoticeable as you. 

Sadly, all the tears can’t be prevented. Even as Yachi rushed to see you one last time before your departure, nothing can’t stop the inevitable partition between a wall-flower like you and the continuously developing crows. You couldn’t help noticing the way only she had come to see you one last time, but you swallowed it all once you remembered you chose not to tell anyone else. 

It’s not like they cared anyway. 

But, there’s no use dwelling on the past. You’re far happier where you are today— with a family who always made it upon themselves to vocalize their recognition for the immense talent you had. 

You had met the members of Nekoma twice: on that one game on the last day of golden week and during the training camp in Tokyo. Sure, you weren’t actually given the chance to play that much but you were beyond amazed at their prowess. No one seemed to outshine anyone in the team and everyone worked harmoniously regardless of their skill level. What you silently wished for, the chance of having a team like that, actually came true. 

The day you joined them was memorable, far more memorable than you’ve ever imagined. 

“Y-You’re K-Karasuno’s middle blocker!” Number 7, Inuoka, you think, gasped when you entered the gym with Coach Nekomata and Coach Naoi.

Taken aback at how you, of all people, were easily recognized, you staggered in embarrassment. You hid behind Coach Naoi which caused the two coaches to snort or laugh because of your actions.

Lev perked up in curiosity, vaguely remembering a middle blocker from the last training camp who, despite the way he stood out from the rest, wasn’t actually a starter. Stumbling like a deer who was recently born into the world, Lev ran up to you with sparkling eyes. However, it was really a scary sight if anyone were in your shoes. 

“Why are you at Nekoma? Why weren’t you a starter? How come I’m taller than you but you’re better? Is there a se—” Yaku, the one who was like Suga-senpai, grinned wryly and dragged the excitable first year away from you after he apologized. 

After hearing the coach’s announcement regarding your transfer, Kuroo smirked. 

“It looks like Karasuno carelessly let someone as talented as you go.”

Judging from the way you flinched, Kenma immediately concluded there was more to it so he kicked the captain’s shin without regard. 

“A-ah… They don’t really notice me at all,” was your quiet reply, which took everyone by surprise. 

“EHH?! Well, we’ll take care of you! Welcome to Nekoma, (L-(L/N)-san!!” Yamamoto cheered, though he faltered when he shyly uttered your name. 

The team was far more accepting, you mused, as you were unable to stop the comparison from your former team. It wasn’t that Karasuno was all high and mighty— they just couldn’t make it feel like you were a part of them and for so long, you figured it was because of how you were behind everyone else. 

Nekoma reminded you that despite that, if that were really the case, you weren’t alone. They like to exaggerate by saying you were really talented, and you were, and it made you feel like you were having progress— like you were part of the family. 

While you slowly began to progress from your past, the flock of crows weren’t doing so well. In fact, they weren’t doing good at all. When Yachi arrived to practice, right after the day you left, no one could deny the drop in her mood. Something was wrong but no one could place it. 

Their ignorance only made Yachi even sadder. 

Their realization came later than anyone ever wanted. No one could deny the decline in their defense. After all, they had always been too complacent— relying on the shadow of which they were sure was there to block in place of others. Perhaps they relied too much and gave back too less, and this was karma’s sign of ending the cycle. The shadow of which they relied on has found its light, leaving everyone else in the dark. 

The quality of Karasuno’s plays slowly declined and it shone through during their practice match with Dateko before they leave for Tokyo. There’s nothing they could do though. After hearing from Kenma that their middle blocker transferred to them— to their fated rival, of all people— the mood amongst the members dropped. They can’t be like the protagonists in coming of age movies where limits are non-existent or main characters who, despite all odds and flaws, get to reunite with their love interest. They know that they’re living in reality and reality has made it a point to tell them how big of a mistake it was to underestimate you, your skills, and your being.

No one would expect, not even Coach Ukai or Coach Takeda, that you had been so hurt all this time. All they could do is wait for the day that the fated rivals battle it off in court, and this time, you stand on the opposite side. 

It was ambitious of you to dream that you would be heard, but not a single soul can stop a dreamer from reaching their goals. It was ambitious to dream that they would finally realize your worth but you succeeded. So as they weep in regret and sorrow over their late revelation, you finally stand proud with the family you always wanted.

—reblogging helps, thank youu!!

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Go Go Nekoma! Push it, Push it Nekoma! Coaches Chemisty (pt. 2)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: Swearing that's all 😊

Word count: 6000+ (split into 3 parts)

It was 6pm. Only 30 more minutes before the shop closed and you could pack up. It wasn't like you had anything waiting for you at home. I mean you lived alone with your cat. It wasn't a lavished lifestyle but it was comfortable.

You signed as you began going over the orders for the next day. Suddenly the bell chimed signaling the entrance of a customer. You peeked up from your books to greet the boys walking through the door.

"Hello!" You say with a cheerful smile "can I help you with anything?"

Three boys of varying highs approached you with bright red jackets on.

Nekoma you think to yourself

"Hi yes our friend here is looking to impress a certain girl. He's lost as to what to do" the tall, black haired boy said smiling.

"He wants something simple to say his feelings that he can't physically portray" a nice boy says to you as he smiles to the shorter boy.

"I know what I want to say! I want to tell her I like her" the shorter boy spits.

You can't help but laugh. The boys all look at you as you begin to speak.

"Well let's start with a budget and go from there" you say as you pull out your notebook.

"Well I don't have alot to spend but I want something impressive" the shorter boy says and the other two roll their eyes.

"Ok impressive on a budget? I can work with that!" You smile as you show the boys the options.

"Wow these are all so amazing ma'am! You can do all this for such little money?" The middle heighted boy says as he looks at the options.

"You'd be surprised how much you can make your dollars stretch with floral arrangements. Filling them with cheaper greens and less expensive flowers are a great way to boost the bouquet and have it look gorgeous" you smile.

The boys pick a bouquet as Yaku pays.

"I see you boys go to Nekoma" you say as you finish writing up the order.

"Yes ma'am. We play on the volleyball team" the taller boy says.

Volleyball team you think to yourself.

"I see. I went to Nekoma years ago. Coach Nekomata was still coaching. Although I assume the man must be retired by now. It's been almost 10 years and he was pretty old back then" you snicker as the boys look at you.

"Oh no ma'am. Coach Nekomata is still our coach. Coach Naoi will be his replacement if he ever retires. I'm sure the man would rather die on the court than ever retire" the shorter boy laughs.

"Coach Naoi? As in Naoi Manabu?" You say as your eyes widen.

"Yes ma'am. He's the assistance coach" the middle boy said "do you know him?"

"Umm yes- yes I do. We graduated together" you say as you look down making change quickly.

The boys all look at each other strangely.

"Ok well I can have this ready for you by tomorrow if you'd like" you look up smiling trying to ignore the fact that you've just heard a name you've avoided for years.

"That would be perfect ma'am! Thank you so much miss-" the middle boy says.

"Oh Miss L/N Y/N but please call me Y/N. I dont really like formalities" you say as you smile at the boys.

They smile back as you. They introduce themselves and bid you farewell as you stand at the counter. You saunter over to the door turning the lock and flipping the "open for business" sign to "closed". You rest against the door.

It had been years since you had heard his name but I still made your heart race.

He was really coaching at Nekoma?

You knew he always loved Volleyball and you were so happy he was doing what he loved. You smile as you think to yourself cleaning up the shop before heading out.

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"Ok boys pack it up! That's enough for tonight" Naoi shouts. Yaku, Kuroo, and Kai are in the corner talking.

"Do you think Coach Naoi knows Y/N? I mean he has to right?" Yaku says.

Kuroo looks over to Coach Naoi.

"Hey coach" he says running up to the tall man.

"Kuroo" Naoi says as he finishes taking notes.

"When did you graduate from Nekoma?" Kuroo questions.

Naoi continues to write in his notebook "almost 10 years ago. Why do you ask?"

"Well yesterday Yaku, Kai and I went to this flower shop and the lady at the shop said she was an alumni of Nekoma and she seemed to remember your name" kuroo said.

"Well Kuroo I did play volleyball for 3 years so I knew almost everyone. You'd have to tell me her name and even then I don't know if I'd remember her" Naoi says turning the page reviewing his notes.

"He name is Y/N" Kai chimes in from the side.

Naoi stops. His breath hitches as his neck snaps to the boys.

"Her name is what?" He said not wanting to believe what he just heard

"L/N Y/N. She works at Bella's florals downtown. She said she went to school with you. Do you know her?" Yaku looks at coach trying to figure out his sudden reaction.

"Umm-yes yes I remember her" Naoi says packing up his notes and gathering his items.

"Alight guys I ha-have to head out now. Gotta get home" Naoi quickly exits the conversation as the boys stare strangely at him

You were still in Toyko! You remembered him?

He couldn't believe it. All this time he thought you were somewhere else. Traveling the world perhaps but you were right under his nose?! He couldn't believe it.

The three third years all look at each other with questioning expressions. There was something weird going on and they had to find out what it was.

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They approached the flower shop to pick up the bouquet Yaku had ordered.

"Ah hi guys" you wave as they enter" I got your bouquet all ready for you."

You disappear into the back room only to remerge with a gorgeous bouquet.

"It's beautiful" Yaku screams "thank you Y/N. I can't believe you did this on such a modest budget"

"Well I added a few extras because I figured the girl would probably enjoy it. Plus I can't say no to young love" you smile as you hand Yaku the bouquet.

"Say Y/N" Kuroo begins to speak "we never asked you how you knew our coach?"

Your eyes widen as you feel your breathing slow.

"Well haha" you say looking down rubbing your arms "We dated throughout high school."

The boys gasped loudly.

Of course! That's why coach Naoi had acted so strange.

"We are sorry to pry Y/N. We had no idea" Kai speaks in an apologetic tone.

You start to wave your hands frantically "oh no no boys it's really ok. I'm sure Coach Naoi has moved on by now" you say as you head tilts downwards and your voice carries out.

The boys look at each other.

Should they really be doing this?

Is this even ok?

Yaku is the first to speak.

"Actually Y/N, coach is quite single" he speaks matter of factly "he spends most of his time running our asses into the ground so he doesn't have much time for a social life."

You perk up.

He's single? After all these years!

"Well im glad he's still doing something he loves. I'm sure he's a great coach" you say wanting to continue to conversation bit not act too eager.

Kai interjects as he sees an opportunity "Well thank you Y/N haha we really should be going" he says as he pushes Kuroo and Yaku to the door.

"Oh of course! Have a nice night boys" you wave sweetly as you turn.

Of course the boys did want to talk about their coaches love life. Why would they?

You sign as you pack up for the night and proceed to close up shop.

"At least he's happy right" yo say to yourself as you feel a tear prickle at the edge of your eye.

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"What the hell Kai" Kuroo shouts as the boys wait at the station. Kai is pacing back and forth as kuroo fixes his hair and Yaku stares the beautiful bouquet.

"We have to do something" Kai says. "You seen the way she looked when we said coach was single!"

"So do we set them up or what?" Yaku looks at Kai and then kuroo.

"No that's too obvious. We don't know anything about their previous relationship" Kuroo says "plus they know we know about them."

Kai stops in front of Kuroo, turning to smile at his fellow third years "I have a plan."

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[alicemitch09writes]

skinny love

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

summary: 6 months later. Was he too late?

author’s notes: This is a direct sequel to first love and part of a trilogy also aptly named ‘first love’ ugh, i am so unoriginal. Please go read that first before this, otherwise you’ll be confused.

also available on ao3.

disclaimer: i own NOTHING but the plot.

His feet feel like lead as he trudged to the vending machine, adamant on getting coffee. It was only Monday. The smallest sounds of coin drops and beeps were making his head hurt.

Taking his first sip of his coffee, he walked around the quiet halls.

He hated hospitals.

Actually, they weren't that bad, having everything it needed to cater to the patient's needs. But it was a façade to their impending doom. And he hated it. Hated the way doctors and nurses would say with practiced ease that everything will be alright – when it won't.

They mean well, they really do, but they were a painful reminder of how fragile life was – how easy it can be taken away.

Reaching Room #423, he turned the knob, finding (Name) in the same state she's been the past six months. The door shuts quietly behind him, back resting against it.

"Tetsu, have you been eating?"

He could almost hear her voice, filled with worry of how thin he is. She always did that, nagging him like a mom to eat if he wanted to win. Funny she thought that, thinking more of his (and the team's) welfare's than her own. (Name) was always that kind.

Instead, the image of that beautiful girl was replaced with one lying on the hospital bed – limp and lifeless.

(Name) didn't belong here, not in this hospital nor in that bed she was lying in. No.

She deserved to be home, in her room surrounded by her instruments, fussing herself with her studies, that new song she wanted to learn, or managing a pack of rowdy boys.

He didn’t know how long he just stood there before he heard a knock at the door. Lazily turning his body, he opened the door; his actions seemed robotic, staring at two familiar faces.

"Hey man," Bokuto greeted, balloons in different colors and shapes (there was one in the shape of an owl) in hand, worry in his eyes. "Wow, you look like shit."

"Thanks." He said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"That wasn't very nice, Bokuto-san." Akaashi scolded, appearing behind the salt-and-pepper-haired teen with flowers in his hands.

Too tired to argue, he stepped aside, letting them in. Closing the door behind him, he watched the two eyeing the unconscious girl, hearing Bokuto sighing while Akaashi dutifully went straight for the vase, intending to replace the flowers.

He plopped down on his seat, canned coffee still in hand.

"But seriously man," Bokuto called, tying the balloons next to the side table. "you look terrible."

Kuroo closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose.

"When was the last time you went out?"

"Bokuto-san." Akaashi called in warning, appearing from the toilet with a vase filled with clean water.

"I'm serious!" Kuroo draped an arm over his eyes as if to hide the bags underneath. "Dude, you barely left since. Day in, day out, you're here but never at home. Nowhere else but here. You even ditched your first year of college!"

"I won't want to leave her," Kuroo said, still not moving from his spot.

Bokuto frowned at his friend, arms crossed. "I'm not saying that you should, I'm saying (Name)-chan wouldn't like to see you this way."

(Name).

Sighing, Kuroo slumped forward, arms propped on his knees, staring at the sterile ground.

"We're just worried about you, Kuroo."

That must be the umpteenth time someone's told him that – his mom, his dad, his older sister, Kenma, Coach Nekomata, the team. But still, his resolve won't change.

Taking a long sip, he met both stares from Bokuto and Akaashi, who had just finished with the flowers.

"I'm not leaving her." he said in finality, turning to the sleeping girl. There were a lot of things he wanted to tell her, a lot. And he wanted to be the first person she sees when she wakes up, the first person to see her wake.

Sighing exasperatedly, hands on his hips, Bokuto resigned. His friend was stubborn, but he had an iron resolve. "I know you won't. Figured as much."

"Then why do you still bother?"

Smirking at the raven-haired teen, he says with a shrug. "Because bro, you matter to me."

Kuroo put a hand to his heart, touched. "Bro."

"Bokuto-san just wanted to act cool every once in a while," Akaashi coolly said, opening the drapes. That earned a loud, familiar call from his former captain. Kuroo smiled, some things never change.

"But seriously dude, you could use a bath because you smell like shit."

Akaashi didn't need to scold him then as Bokuto received a (friendly) punch to the gut from Kuroo.

Six months.

That's how long he was suffering, how long he had been tortured by the mere thought of never seeing her smile again, of never hearing her laugh again, of never having her around again – of never seeing her again.

The word cancer stuck to his head was like a punch to the gut, pummeling him inside out with every step he took. Never mind the burning pain of his muscles from a day's worth of match, never mind finally giving their coach the chance to witness the 'Battle at the Dumps' match even though they lost, never mind that his high school life had officially come to an end – they didn't matter at this point. He just wanted to see her.

And the first time he saw her – dressed in a hospital gown, with tubes sticking to her body connected to machines that kept her alive, he was crushed. As if he were a porcelain doll smashed into a million pieces, each fragment breaking into smaller pieces.

He nearly broke down at the sight of her. She was beautiful as ever, yet to see her in that situation broke his heart.

(Name) had been operated; the chances of her survival were slim. But the only thing Kuroo could think was how small (Name) looked in that big, white bed.

Picking her hands, he noted how small they were – how he could practically see and feel her bones. Threading his finger through hers, he brought them to his cheek, relishing in her warmth. These were the same fingers that cared for him each time he'd earn a bruise or a scratch, the same hands that brushed his hair when he was sleepy – gentle touches that made him think that she was an angel. Slim fingers that did magic with every instrument she held.

He always knew she was small – fragile, even – but it only clicked to him now as to why that was the case. Ironic that he was the perceptive guy, inside and outside the court, yet he failed to notice his best friend's wellbeing. How did he miss to notice how little she would eat, how easily tired she was, or how low her stamina was? He was supposed to be the smart guy, for crying out loud!

He wanted to hit himself, to numb himself of the pain.

The moment he found out, he wouldn't stop crying, hating himself every minute of every day.

(Name) wouldn't wake up.

(Name) wouldn't wake up.

(Name). Wouldn't. Wake. Up.

"Kuroo," a voice called, quiet and low, one he knew all too well. Weakly raising his head, he looked over his shoulder, meeting a familiar blonde teen.

Kenma looked at his best friend worriedly, a frown in his face. "You should go home." The raven-haired lad shook his head, Kenma sighed. "(Name) wouldn't like that."

"I'm not leaving her." he says, voice raspy.

Kenma stared, eyes narrowing. "Have you been eating at least?"

"I've been snacking on what Auntie gives me," he rubs his eyes tiredly, stretching his arms over his head. "I'll be fine."

His dark hair was greasy, sticking out to different directions – messier than usual; there were bags under his eyes. The clothes he's been wearing were days old now, but it's not like he leaves the hospital. How long has he had proper sleep or shower?

"You're not." Kenma pointed out, walking towards the bed, opposite to where his friend was. He arranges the plushies from various game characters beside her bed, dusting a few. When he was done, he stood next to the unconscious girl, eyes dancing with sorrow.

Kuroo watched his friend carefully, a question burning his head. "How long have you known?"

Kenma blinked. Deciding to sit down, he met Kuroo's gaze. "A while now." He answers as if anticipating the question. "(Name) was the most secretive amongst us three; I thought you'd have known first." Shrugging, he adjusted her blanket. "But you didn't." Kuroo wanted to laugh at that because it was half-true. They both knew he was far more observant than he let on.

Sighing, the blonde props his arm on a nearby desk, resting his head on his palm. "Knowing her secret was like carrying a heavy burden because it's her secret and your knowledge of her sickness."

Frowning, he asked. "She didn't know that you knew?"

The blonde shook his head without looking at him. "Like I said, it was a burden on my part as well. Plus, that'd be disrespecting (Name). And I can't do that to her."

Something likened to rage burned within him, he was standing before his best friend before he knew it. "And you didn't bother to tell me?"

"It's not my secret to tell." Kenma says easily, carefully setting her clamped hand aside.

"But we're best friends!" Kuroo's voice rose, earning a scoff from the blonde as he turned to meet his gaze, eyes almost challenging.

"Don't you think that'd be disrespecting (Name)'s decision?" Kuroo was practically shaking now, hands balled into a fist. "Besides, it's not like you cared to begin with-"

Kuroo had grabbed him by the collar, raising him to his level. "I dare you to say that again." He seethed hotly, eyes burning.

Kenma didn't falter, eyes glowering. "What's the matter, Kuroo? Upset that for once, you failed to gain information before me to break someone, to use it to your advantage? Or are you just mad that (Name) couldn't trust you enough?"

"Shut up!" his voice rose, grip tightening.

Steely gold hues met his, challenging and mocking. "Then are you guilty because it's practically your fault she's in this situation?"

That was the final straw.

Taking his hand back, Kuroo was just about to smack Kenma in the face when blaring sound rang through the room. The two automatically turned to her, panicked, Kuroo dropped Kenma, ran for the intercom while Kenma stared at (Name)'s body, not knowing what to do.

A little while later, a nurse came rushing in.

Kuro and Kenma stepped aside, watching the nurse attend to their best friend each holding their breath. Kuroo was wondering if he should've called for her doctor, but after a while, the nurse sedated her, (Name)'s body relaxed.

The gentle beep of the heart monitor demonstrated her calmness.

"She'll be alright, just a little stressed is all." The nurse says kindly, much to their relief.

They sighed in unison, rooted on the spot even as the nurse left the room.

(Name)'s breathing slowly through the calming silence that came, followed by the purring of the machines and quite chattering outside.

The two best friends stood there, watching the unconscious girl. Kuroo and Kenma slumped against the wall, the raven-haired teen slipping to the ground. The tension between the two was still there, something that was rare even for them. In the many years they knew each other, not once have they got into a fight this extreme. And even if a fight did ensue, there was only one person who could bring it to a stop, one person they'd bow to other than Yaku.

"She'd kill us by now," Kenma sighs, breaking the silence.

Kuroo snorted at that, hiding the smile on his face.

Eventually, he broke into fits of laughter. Kenma joined in.

"She'd give us a litany," Kuroo added, voice thick. "then she'd take us by the ear."

Kenma shuddered, rubbing at his ear. Kuroo did the same.

"You started it though," Kenma told him, bluntly.

Kuroo narrowed his eyes at him. "But you fanned the flames."

They burst into chuckles, tension dying down.

A little while later, the room was filled with members of the Nekoma team – bringing flowers, fruits, and toys. Each member, especially Yamamoto, Inuoka, and Lev, fawned over their unconscious manager while Fukunaga fussed over the snacks. Yaku had to keep everyone in line.

The best friends exchanged a look, knowing that if (Name) were awake, she couldn't be any happier.

Someone was waking him, gently shaking his shoulders. Raising his head from his folded arms, he was met with warm (eye color) eyes. "Tetsuroo-kun." The woman greeted kindly.

"Auntie," He stood up in greeting, pulling his wrinkled clothes down. "Good evening."

Her smile, it reminded him of hers, how he missed her smile. "Good evening." Walking across the room, she dropped her bag and sat on the chair next to her daughter, patting a hand over her cheek. "Any news?" she asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, hands tightening. "Just the same."

The smile remained, eyes never losing its light. "Then she's still alright."

Just staring at the woman made him wonder how she could still be so optimistic about the situation. It must be hard on her, her only daughter was under coma after her operation, yet she never loses hope. She was just like (Name). And duh, she was her mom!

"Have you eaten?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He lied, tucking his hands on his pockets.

She stared, her smile waning a bit, worry in her eyes, then nods.

"Where is Uncle?" he asked, staring at freshly cut flowers next to her bed – carnations, care of the Fukorodani team.

"Oh, just parking the car. He'll be here in a while."

Kuroo nods, not knowing what else to say. So he sits by the couch, watching Auntie talked to her daughter, telling her how her classmates missed her (evidenced by the balloons and cards surrounding her bed), how their neighbors have as well, how quiet the house has been lately without her playing, the little things. But to her, they were all that mattered.

He hung his head, not wanting to watch any longer. He could hear the sadness in her voice, the longing, and yet, she still hopes. How could she?

"I'll be right back, Auntie." He announces, making his way out before she could reply, missing the worried look on her face.

Six months.

Six excruciating months.

He's endured and suffered that long.

But still, she wouldn't wake up.

Splashing water to his face, he then looked up, finding a miserable guy staring back at him.

Then are you guilty because it's practically your fault she's in this situation?

No matter what they say, it was his fault she was in this situation. It was his fault she's lying in that hospital bed, unconscious. It was his fault.

He wanted to punch his reflection so bad, but he was tired (physically and emotionally).

He didn't like hospitals, hated how clinically clean it was and how dreadful it was. Life came and go here.

Reaching for the door to her room, he paused.

What good would it be for him to be here?

He didn't deserve to be here keeping guard and watching her.

What was he even doing here?

"Aren't you going to go in?" a voice called behind him.

Turning, he was met with a kind gaze from a bespectacled (hair color) man. Their kind disposition ran in the family, he didn't deserve it.

At a loss for words, Kuroo mumbled unintelligent words, the man laughed heartily.

"Looks like you need a bite," although shorter than the teen, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, steering them away. "come, you need to eat."

Kuroo gulped, staring down at the meal before him, then at the smiling man. There were a few people at the cafeteria – a few nurses and doctors on break, a kid with his mother, some teens, and them.

A comfortable silence forms between them despite having fidgeting in his presence.

The smell of strong spice was making his mouth water, aptly reminding him of the lie he told Auntie. Truth was, he snacked on some fruits given by his family earlier that day, that and coffee. A little while later, his stomach growled. The old man chuckled heartily. "Go on," he encourages.

Timidly, he nodded, saying his grace before digging in.

His eyes widened at the burst of flavors in his mouth, almost forgetting what an amazing cook the man was. He chewed carefully, distracting himself with the texture and taste.

He hadn't noticed the old man leaving until he came back with a can of orange juice for both of them. Kuroo muttered a 'thanks', chugging down the beverage.

"It's so good to see you eat," he tells him, eyes crinkling. "and no, you can't lie to me. I know you, Tetsuroo-kun." He laughed.

It was like he was eight again. It was always like that with this man, this amazing man, who held instruments like magic, the same man who was the father of the girl lying in this very hospital bed, comatose, because of him.

He chewed slowly, eyes dropping. Eventually, he swallowed but didn't reach for more even though the bento box was still full.

"Oh, are you done eating?" asked the confused man.

He almost wanted to laugh.

These past months weren't easy on all of them, especially for them. They could have blamed him for why their daughter was here, but they didn't. Instead, they pulled themselves together for her and for him.

"Thank you, uncle." He says instead, meaning it. Kuroo grinned at the confused man before digging in again.

He shook his head at the teen before him, chuckling heartily. He studies the young boy before him, remembering the look on his face when he saw her comatose state – it was the look of absolute heartbreak.

When he was done eating, they packed slowly, making slow talk (although it was more of him doing the talking). They were standing outside her room, but before they entered, he called him.

"She wouldn't like it you know," he tells him, sincerely. "seeing you like this, filled with guilt and hate. She would've wanted you to be happy, even if she's not the one causing it."

There was a sharp tug in his heart at the last line. "But she makes me happy." It was barely a whisper, tears starting anew. "But I didn't let her know that."

His eyes were stinging with tears, body trembling.

The older man patted his shoulder, squeezing in assurance.

While waiting for her to wake up, he often talked to her about their childhood, some dumb memories, and some good ones. He even told her of the events that transpired during nationals, not knowing that she was watching via live television.

"You should've been there," he said quietly, letting his fingers play with her growing (hair color) hair. "the team wouldn't be anything without our manager."

Some days, he'd read to her, having scavenged through her room from her yet to-read pile. He had to endure going through books that were not of his genre (especially romance), but in the end, found himself enjoying them.

With each passing day, the hope of her waking up was waning. He feared she might never wake up. The waiting was killing him, unnerving and destroying him. But he didn't give up hope, could never. He could wait years if he has to, just to see her (eyes color) eyes again, hear her laugh again, and be with her.

"Oh my, it's that boy again! He's become a familiar face around here."

"How long has he been visiting her?"

"About six months now, since that girl was brought in. He practically lives here."

"Poor thing, looks like he hasn't eaten or slept for days!"

"And he barely leaves her room. And when he does, it's only for a few hours or a day, and then he's back."

"Seriously?"

"The poor boy, the pain he's been through."

"And she might never wake up."

"I don't care what they say," he says against their intertwined fingers. "you are perfect to me. And I'm not leaving you."

It was barely midnight, but he couldn't help it. The conversation he heard earlier was getting to him. They didn't know anything about him or her. It was none of their business.

But to say that she was never going to wake up?

No.

He didn't like to think about it.

She was going to wake up.

He knew it.

But honestly? He wasn't so sure anymore.

Shifting in his seat, he threw his head back, massaging at his throbbing temples. When he opened his eyes, he noted something from the corner of his eye. Her ukulele was lying beside her; he stared at it long and hard before deciding to pick it up. Upon closer inspection, he noticed scratches and a Band-Aid on the crack of the soundboard. Something tugged inside him; he knew exactly where that crack came from.

His grip tightened.

Kenma was right, he was selfish.

He was so selfish.

Absentmindedly, he played with the strings, filling the silence. And then, he began adjusting the chords. It used to drive (Name) nuts, especially when she found how out of tune her ukulele was because of him. He smiled, he always loved seeing her cute face pinched into a frown – she was so cute like that.

Satisfied with the pitch, his calloused fingers began to play a few strings. The song was slow, gentle.

I wanna make you smile, whenever you're sad

Carry you around when your arthritis is bad

All I wanna do, is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches

Build you a fire if the furnace breaks

Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

  He loved her.

Cliché as it is, he did.

Truth of the matter is, he's always been in love with her.

From the first moment they met, the first time he saw her smile, the first time she scolded him and Kenma, the first time she fussed over them, the first time he saw her play an instrument, to the first time she made him realize how many years have passed that he was so, so, in love with her.

So hopelessly in love with (Name).

Except, he was scared to risk their friendship – scared that she might not feel the same way he did.

I'll miss you

Kiss you

Give you my coat when you are cold

Need you

Feed you

Even let ya hold the remote control

Six months without her was absolute torture.

She was part of every significant event in his life; he couldn't remember spending a day without her in it

Because life without her? He couldn't even imagine.

It was meaningless.

If he could, he'd turn back time and make it right.

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink

Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink

I could be the man who grows old with you

I wanna grow old with you

The last lines of the song came out barely a whisper.

Releasing a shaky breath, he hung his head, tears streamed freely. "I've waited so long to play that."

It was the cheesiest song from a lousy movie. But the song, he had to admit, was one of his low-key favorites. The lyrics to the song were so sincere and heartfelt. He finally understood why love songs were made – to say the words everyone failed to say or supplement their feelings.

If only she was awake, then she'd hear his feelings.

Putting her ukulele away, he takes her hand in his, holding it close as he cried. "Please, wake up."

He buried his face into her hand, kissing it as he repeatedly begs for her to wake up, tears still streaming. "There's so much I want to tell you, so much I want you to know."

Taking her hand, he places a quick kiss to her palm, pressing it against his chest. "Feel that? That's my heart and it's beating for you."

His heart was beating fast, as it always did when (Name) was around.

Every single thing she does wonders is magic to him, especially with the way he captivated her the moment their eyes met. He missed it all – her smile, her touch, her eyes, her laugh, in general, he missed her.

So much it hurt.

Because the possibility of her never waking up was a factor that scared him every single day for the past six months. He didn't want their last meeting to be of him being an ass to her.

His heart skipped a beat.

He looked up at her, then at the hand on his chest, he swore he felt her hand twitch.

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A/n: I am so excited to finally post my first length fic. I wrote a fic before about mafia akaashi and reader falling in love, and this one is similar but different as they are rival rivals. Check that one out too if you enjoyed this one!! I’m considering making a part two if this leaves people wondering what’s going to happens next <3 I wrote this story in third person as it was easier for me, for anyone wondering

Words: 6005

Pairings: Mafia!Akaashi x Mafia!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, characters are aged up, sex, oral (giving and receiving), hickeys, vaginal penetration, fingering

“Akaashi Keiji...” Yamiji, the great boss of the Fukurōdani mafia called out, stopping the young-looking boy in his tracks.

“What is it, sir?” Akaashi asked, his handsome turquoise eyes moving to face his boss.

“I need your advice with something... come with me.”

Akaashi nodded, tailing his boss down the lengthy corridor of the mafia building and into the headquarters where the boss generally stayed. Standing with his arms behind his back, Akaashi gently fiddled with his fingers, anxiously waiting for what the boss had called him in for. No one usually comes in Yamiji’s office, not unless something is the matter that he needs to discuss with them about. Akaashi wondered if he had done anything wrong. He didn’t want to be kicked out of the mafia - where would he go?

“We are at what seems like a war with the Nekoma mafia...” Yamiji started.

“Shit... that’s not good,” Akaashi thought. he knew that Bokuto, his best friend in the mafia was somewhat friends with Kuroo, one of the members of the Nekoma mafia. The two boys were close, Akaashi knew that. He wondered how Bokuto was going to take the news that they are now at what felt like a war against each other.

“And we want to be victorious... as usual. So, I’ve been working on some things lately and I’ve come up with a plan on how we can get the first laugh,” Yamiji’s choices of words were interesting, according to Akaashi.

“What is it, sir?” he asked, eyes now opening fully to know about the situation.

“What if the person we take out first it Nekomata’s daughter, Y/n?”

Akaashi thought about it for a second, “That would work. She is the head of the mafia’s daughter. Her death would be problematic with the Nekoma mafia, but then I fear they would come after us if they found out that we were the ones who assassinated her.

“Yeah! About that, don’t worry, Akaashi. I’ve already figured out ways we could get away with it. First option was to make it look like Nekoma’s other rival - Nohebi. Make it seem like they were the ones who ordered the assassination of Nekomata’s daughter,” Yamiji explained, chuckling evilly at his own plans.

“I believe that would work, but I’m not sure. do you have someone who you’ve picked to assassinate her?” Akaashi asked, just out of curiosity.

“Oh... yeah. Actually, about that, I was wondering if you could be that person?” Yamiji asked.

Akaashi blinked a couple times, to make sure he wasn’t daydreaming.

“You want me to do... what?” Akaashi thought he was dreaming. This didn’t seem right. In the mafia, he was only respected for being the brains of the group – nothing more.

“I would like you to be the one who assassinates Y/n. Will that be alright with you? I know you’re busy and all...”

“Yeah- no, no it should be alright,” Akaashi knew that he wasn’t able to defy the boss. He had to do what he was assigned.

“Really? Thank you, Akaashi!”

“You’re welcome sir. I promise, I won’t fail you.”

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I promise, I won’t fail you

The words ran through Akaashi’s mind on repeat, just like an echo. His eyes sat fixated on the naked girl standing in the bedroom, admiring her stunning body in the large, wide mirror. He could admit it – she had a nice body, she was an attractive girl, but he rejected to believe that she was Nekomata’s daughter.

She looked nothing like that old man. Her hair was (your hair length) and (your hair colour). She was young, looking around his age, maybe even younger.

How hadn’t she noticed him yet?

The dark grey curtains were wide open, the vivid light from the bedroom obvious to anyone who was looking up at the tall building.

How hadn’t she noticed him yet?

The boy settled with a mask concealing his face, donned in black clothing, standing on her balcony watching her. Or did she notice him and was acting like she didn’t. Judging by her facial expressions – she didn’t.

Akaashi watched as she slipped on the small nightgown that lay on the chair next to the mirror. She looked… stunning. How the fuck was she Nekomata’s daughter? She couldn’t be, unless her father had hooked up with someone, or Y/n had just got all her mother’s looks – that would only make sense.

Akaashi’s turquoise eyes were set on her – why did she make his chest hurt. She was nothing like he’d ever seen before, blowing him away so quickly.

He noticed her body turn to the windows, walking over. Akaashi tried to hide. Fuck. Did she notice him? Was she coming out to confront him, or even attempt to kill him? He would’ve been classified as a creep if anyone saw him standing on her balcony. He tried to hide himself to the best of his ability, turning his back around to blend in with the dark night sky. He held his breath, his eyes carrying a sign of fear as he silently prayed that he wouldn’t get caught.

A sigh of relief escaped Akaashi’s precious lips as he heard the curtains shut and the footsteps of Y/n walking off.

“It’s time to get out of here…” he muttered to himself, his mind now forgetting about the original plan to murder Y/n tonight. He couldn’t do it. Not now at least. He couldn’t kill her while he was still unsure why she had been making him feel slightly different. Akaashi sighed to himself, climbing down the rope he had used to get up.

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“I’m sorry sir…” Akaashi bowed in front of Yamiji, his eyes clenched shut as he prepared himself for his punishment, “I-I couldn’t kill her… I don’t know why… but I couldn’t.”

Yamiji sighed, “I really thought you would be the perfect person for this task, Akaashi. But, that’s not a problem. I can always just take you off the job and find another one of the members in this mafia to go kill her. I’m sure they’ll do it without a second thought.”

“NO.”

Akaashi didn’t know why he was screaming at this point. He couldn’t tell someone why his eyes were widened with shock from hearing his own boss say he would take him off the job. He wanted to prove that he was able to do what he was ordered to – that he wasn’t scared to do what he was assigned. But, all that Akaashi wanted to know was why she made him feel… odd? Why was there an instant urge to protect her when Yamiji said he would get someone else on the job? Why did he think she looked so beautiful when she had been disposed of her clothes?

“S-Sir… just let me have this job… please. I will go back whenever I can and try to kill her. Just please, let me have this job,” Akaashi silently mumbled, trying to conceal his inner feelings, fearing what his own boss would think of him for the way he acted.

“I’m going to leave you on the job, Akaashi. But you must promise me that you will kill her.”

“Yes sir. I promise.”

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“What’s with you, Akaashi?” Bokuto asked, his hand colliding with Akaashi’s back, almost making him choke on his water, “I heard the boss has given you a task to do… something important even.”

Akaashi sat his glass down on the table as his best friend went to sit across from him.

“You could say that.”

“What is it?” Bokuto asked in a curious tone.

“I… have to assassinate Nekomata’s daughter.”

“Nekomata’s daughter? Wait… from the Nekoma mafia?” Bokuto’s golden eyes widened in shock.

Akaashi only nodded I response.

“BRO. THAT’S SUCH AN IMPORTANT TASK.”

“Quiet down!”

“Oops… sorry. But, seriously Akaashi. I can’t believe it. You’ve been given such an important task, considering that we’re currently in war with the Nekoma mafia!”

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Akaashi stood on the silver balcony once more, peering into the room that Y/n stood in once again. This time, she was dressed fully in black clothing, similar to him. He hid his gun from himself, only threating to actually use it if someone did catch him standing up there.

There was no way in hell he could kill her. He didn’t have the guts to. At this point in life, Akaashi could only stand there and watch the beautiful girl who stood on the other end of the door. Her (your hair colour) hair was spread across the pillow on her bed, her attention drawn to her phone. Akaashi still wondered if she knew he were there – hopefully she didn’t.

He was sure of it now. Sure, that he didn’t want her dead. He wanted to keep seeing her like this. Keep watching her from her balcony like a stalker. He loved the way she sat on her bed, her (your hair colour) hair spread out on the pillow behind you, your attention directed to your phone. Akaashi sighed in defeat – there wasn’t going to be any way for him to get you to notice him, and it wouldn’t be long before Yamiji hired someone else to murder you.

He couldn’t fall in love.

He knew he couldn’t, because if anything were to ever happen to you, he would be heartbroken. Akaashi sighed. As much as he wanted to continue to stare at your beautiful features, he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. He would have to leave eventually.

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Kuroo sat in his chair, his feet up on the table as he whistled while Y/n walked by. Y/n rolled her eyes, ignoring him to the best of her ability.

“Hey kitten,” the tall, black haired boy smirked.

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to walk past, only to have the boy grab onto her wrist. She struggled to free her wrist, but Kuroo was stronger than her, so really, there was no use.

“Let go of me, Kuroo,” she demanded, an angry tone filling her soft voice.

“Kitten… you know you want me to be with you. Come on. Why waste your time on some random boy when you can just be with me. You know I’ll treat you like the queen you are,” Kuroo winked.

She would only roll her eyes in response. It had become a regular occurrence where Kuroo would come up to her and suggest a relationship. However, she never wanted to be in a relationship – not now at least, and most definitely not with him. She was sick of being in the mafia with Kuroo, he was too much of a flirt. It made her a target of his, being the only girl in the Nekoma mafia.

“You say that, Kuroo, but the last girl you were in a relationship with, you cheated on her.”

“Yeah, but she wasn’t special. I just wanted to be with you, kitten.”

“I’m not taking any of your bullshit, Kuroo. I’ve told you at least a hundred, or even a thousand times, I do not want to be in a relationship with you. now, leave me the fuck alone. Father wants to see me for something!” you argued back, pulling your wrist from Kuroo’s grasp and storming off.

“Fucking bitch,” Kuroo muttered underneath his breath.

Y/n made her way as quick as possible up to her father’s office. She knew that if she wasn’t fast, Kuroo was going to come right after her. She didn’t want that – she didn’t want him. By this point, she was sick and tired of him and his bullshit. He would confess his love to her one day, and that exact night he’d be pulling a new girl into his bedroom and fucking her. It became obvious to her eyes that Kuroo really wasn’t interested, and she herself wasn’t planning on spending anytime waiting around for a boy who was unsure of his feelings.

Her body stood outside the dark, wooden doors of her father’s office. Her soft fingertips pressed against the keypad, typing in the special passcode of the office that only he gave her. The doors automatically opened, her father’s figure sitting at his desk now being visible to her (your eye colour) eyes.

“Hello Y/n,” her father’s evil smirk appeared onto his old face.

“What have you called me here for, father?” she never liked being called into her father’s office for long. She wanted to do her own thing, not sit around and listen to her father’s bullshit every once in a while.

“Oh, I see you’re jumping straight to the point.”

“Precisely. So, what is it that you want from me today?”

Nekomata took a breath before speaking again, “I have a task for you, my precious girl. You know how we are currently at war with the Fukurōdani mafia? I believe they’re going to send an assassin from their shitty group to come after one of our members… and their smartest member, Akaashi, would be a perfect first start for us.”

“What’s the thing with Akaashi?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s the smartest one in their group. If we’re able to kill him first, the Fukurōdani mafia should knew not to mess with us.”

“Why exactly do you want me to be the one who kills Akaashi? Why can’t you pick someone else like Kenma or maybe even Kuroo? You know both of them would love to have that job.”

“Because both boys seem to have a slight friendship with Akaashi and Bokuto. They would both hesitate to take their so-called friend’s life, that is why I’m entrusting this mission to you, my sweet girl,” Nekomata explained.

You could only scoff, folding your arms as you stared at your father.

“So, what do you say, my dear? Will you be up to the task, or should I call someone else to do it for you?” her father asked.

He knew she loved to take on a challenge, which is why he threatened to give the job to someone else if she wasn’t up to it. He knew his ways to get what he wanted, and in times of need, he wouldn’t forget about these ways. Nekomata always got what he wanted.

“I will.”

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Y/n stood at her mirror, admiring her body. Her beautiful hair had been tied up in a lower ponytail, enough to keep it out of her face. Her body was draped with black clothing, mainly pants and a shirt, a belt strapped around her waist which was to hold her weapons.

She sighed; her eyes still focused on your body in the mirror. How did she end up in his position? How did she go from such an innocent girl to someone who took other people’s lives without any care in the world?

Quickly, she fled from her apartment, making her way to the address of this Akaashi fellow’s home.

Where he lived was such a beautiful place. Why was she feeling this way? Why was she imminently drawn to the place where he called home?

She climbed up the balcony with the rope she stored in her backpack. Resting herself on Akaashi’s balcony, she noticed the curtains of his apartment only slightly opened. Peeking inside, she could see the flashes of the TV screen lighting up the dark room, making out the figure of a boy sitting up against the bed head.

He had a dull look on his face – almost as if he was upset for some reason. Why did he look like that? Slowly she shook her head. She shouldn’t be thinking like this. Not at all. Her mind should’ve only been focused on the boy she was assigned to kill.

But why did she want to hold him so badly?

He looked young – just a little older than her. He had beautiful, messy, black hair, a decent body, dressed in a dark coloured shirt and some grey sweatpants. He was a good-looking boy. Y/n could only shake her head again.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Why are you thinking like this, Y/n?

She shook her head, trying to throw the thoughts form her mind. That didn’t work. Her soft, (your eye colour) eyes sat focused on Akaashi, watching his every movement. She needed the right moment for when he was unarmed to go into the room and attack him. It wasn’t her first kill – so it was nothing new to her. She knew what she was doing.

She sat on his balcony, watching him for what felt like an hour before she noticed the boy get up from his spot on the bed. He walked down the corridor, shutting one of the doors behind him. He was probably using the restroom.

She used that opportunity to sneak into the apartment. How careless of this boy? Leaving the door unlocked for anyone to secretly walk in without him even realising. Quietly, she shut the glass door behind her, turning around to find a place to hide. She didn’t think about the situation. Where was she going to hide? What was she going to do? She didn’t think of anything properly at all.

“Just as I expected,” Her body jumped, hearing the voice of a man in the bedroom.

Anxiously, she turned around to find Akaashi standing behind her, his arms folded and a glare spreading over his face. She was able to see him more clearly now – he did indeed have a beautiful looking face. He was a beautiful boy.

When her father had first brought him up, she thought that he was going to be an older looking man, someone who had been in the mafia for several years – but her thoughts were wrong. Too wrong.

Akaashi stepped forward, only causing her to step back, trying her best to get away from him. These actions continued, until the back of her legs met with the edge of Akaashi’s bed. Why wasn’t she drawing her gun? She had it on her right now, she could use it to protect herself, but she didn’t.

Akaashi was now standing directly in front of her, chest against chest. Her body had lost all of its control. Akaashi’s hands flew up, pushing her down onto the bed. She wasn’t fighting back, not at all. She was completely mesmerised by this boy, by the way he acted and what he looked like. He was nothing compared to the Akaashi who she had imagined.

Akaashi kneeled onto the bed, pinning her tiny body underneath his large frame. His hands pinned her wrists down onto the sheets.

“You’re Y/n Nekomata,” how was his voice attractive too?

Why did she sound like she was falling for him?

“H-How do you know who I am?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“Because, my boss asked me to assassinate you. And now, you show up outside my apartment, even going as far to sneak into my apartment? You’re so rude, Y/n. I never once broke into your apartment when I was there,” he smirked.

Son of a bitch.

Why was he like this?

Why did his words create a blush that began to spread across her face? She didn’t like it when Kuroo touched her, pinning her to the wall or even trying anything remotely sexual with her, but she was fine with being pinned underneath the body of the man she was assigned to kill.

“Y-You’ve been to my apartment?” She didn’t know what else to say at this point. She had become absolutely speechless.

Akaashi stayed absolutely silent. She could only wonder now. Was Akaashi also assigned to assassinate her?

“I think it’s time you leave.”

The heartbreaking words that she didn’t want to hear fell from Akaashi’s lips.

However, she didn’t want to leave. Y/n wanted to stay pinned underneath his gorgeous body for as long as she could. She wanted to be close to him, bodies touching with the minimum lighting in the bedroom. Was she attracted to him? Maybe. Because, if this feeling was a normal feeling, why didn’t she feel the same way when it came to Kuroo, someone who she wasn’t ordered to kill from a rival mafia? Did the thrill of herself getting caught by someone with the man you’ve been assigned to kill thrill her in some way? Maybe. But honestly, she didn’t even know herself.

“C-Can you get off me first?” She asked, a small, playful chuckle leaving her lips.

Akaashi only smirked before letting go of her wrists, standing up and watching her pull herself from her laying down position. She readjusted her hair, grabbing her small bag that had fallen to the floor when he pinned her down.

She jumped, feeling a hand slip underneath her shirt and to her belt, grabbing the gun. Her head turned with widened eyes towards Akaashi, with her gun now sitting in his hand.

“I’ll be taking this from now on.”

He was truly a smart boy. A boy that she now wanted to meet again. She couldn’t kill him – especially not when he ignited some sort of fire inside of her body that she thought she lost.

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Y/n stood on the balcony once again, just like the week before. The curtains had been opened a little more this time. Akaashi was in the same position as last time, his back pressed up against the headboard as the glowing lights from the TV brought light to the dark room.

She could only sit and watch. She wanted to be caught by him again – if he would ever notice her. Y/n sat and watched; her eyes sitting focused on the boy who seemed to have no idea that she was there.

Y/n watched as his hand came into contact with the remote, pressing the pause button. He got up from his resting spot, walking over to the window.

He was coming towards her.

She didn’t know if she should move or stay and wait for him to find her. She wanted to feel him again, she wanted to be close to him. Even though, right now the smartest option was to move and leave before he could find her.

But she couldn’t move.

The curtains were drawn open, her face now meeting with Akaashi once again. The glass door slid open, Akaashi’s hand moving out to grab onto her wrist tightly, pulling her into the room. He pushed her towards the side, locking the door and shutting the curtains. He couldn’t have anyone seeing the two of them together.

“You haven’t been here in a week. I was starting to think you had gotten bored of me,” Akaashi smiled as he rested the palm of his hand on her cheek.

“My father wanted to spend some time with me, so I’ve been at his mansion for the last week,” she answered.

Seeing him like this, she was able to notice his height. He was tall, taller than her. She had to move her head up, just so she was able to stare into his turquoise coloured eyes.

“You keep coming back. Why is that?” Akaashi asked.

“I have to kill you…”

She has to kill him. That was what she was assigned. But she couldn’t. He had taken her only gun away from her the first time the two met face to face. It was childish of her to keep running back to the same guy she shouldn’t be with.

“You won’t.”

“What do you mean, I won’t?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

“You won’t kill me.”

“Of course, I will. Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“You’re here right now. You let yourself get caught.”

He wasn’t wrong. This is what her dad meant when he said that Akaashi was smart.

“Y-You…”

Akaashi smirked, leaning forward and pressing his lips onto her own. His lips were soft, but his kiss was strong and filled with passion. Her mind had gone completely blank, unable to focus properly. She returned the kiss, letting him slip his tongue past her lips.

This was wrong.

She pulled her lips from his, her mouth slowly parted as she looked up at him. She wanted him to tell her to stay, so she could get to know him. She wanted to stay. She didn’t want to leave him again. Akaashi had tugged at her heart strings harshly, and now, she didn’t know what to do without him.

“You need to leave. You can’t keep coming back here.”

She felt her heart sink.

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Y/n’s hands flew to his black hair. Her legs began to feel shaky as she came into contact with the back of the bed. Akaashi only pushed her forward, her back now meeting with the soft sheets of the bed

It had been weeks since he first kissed her. Weeks of her sneaking back to his apartment because she desperately needed to see him. It had been the same with Akaashi too. There had been days where he made his way over to her apartment, sitting on her balcony and watching as she fell asleep, making sure she was safe.

Truth was – he didn’t want her to leave.

He knew she wasn’t, as she kept appearing at his apartment. He continued to let her in, as he started to realise, he was falling for her. It was obvious that she was falling for him too; especially with the small blush that would appear onto her face when he would touch her or kiss her.

His hands moved to her wrists, pinning them down tightly onto the bed once more. Akaashi’s lips moved from her lips, down to her neck, sucking on her soft, delicate skin. Soft pants flew from her lips as he found her sweet spot.

His lips began to suck on her collar bone, hands desperately tugging on her black shirt, desperate for the material to come off.

“C-Can I?”

Even though she was from a rival mafia gang, he still wanted to take his time with her. He wanted her to feel safe in his arms.

“Y-Yeah…”

Instantly, he slipped the black shirt from her body, revealing her lace, black bra. It was almost as if she had planned for this exact moment.

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” He smirked, burying his head into her chest.

Akaashi’s hands flew to her back, unclasping her bra. He pulled away, throwing her bra onto the floor where the rest of her clothes lay, discarded somewhere on the wooden floorboards. Her hands flew to cover her breasts from his eyes, but Akaashi only held onto her hands, pinning them back down onto the bed. He noticed the small blush which began to sit on her cheeks, due to her chest being exposed to the boy she was supposed to kill.

This was stupid of her, to be all exposed, needy and wet for him. She had been assigned to go kill him, not sleep with him. It wasn’t her first-time having sex, she wasn’t a virgin, and it wasn’t the first time she and Akaashi had done something sexual. He had fingered her, gone down on her, and she’d even given him a blowjob. However, the two of them had never gone the full way before, and she wanted that to change tonight.

She wanted him to take her and make her his.

Akaashi’s soft lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking lightly. Her head was thrown back against the pillows, her breathing heavy, chest rising and her lips slightly parted. Akaashi switched his attention to her other nipple, a small whine leaving her lips.

“Keep your hands where they are. I don’t want to have to tie you to the headboard.”

She did as she was told. It was funny with how quickly Akaashi could pull her down into submission. His hands unbuttoned her pants, pulling the zipper down, tugging the black material down her legs. He pulled his own shirt off, throwing it to the pile of clothes on the floor, along with her pants. Akaashi pressed soft kisses onto the inside of her thigh, before coming into contact with her matching black, lace panties. He ran his finger along her clothed womanhood, a small moan falling from her lips. She was wet, soaking even.

“You’re soaking for me, baby.”

He slipped her panties down her legs, throwing them to the floor as he spread her legs apart for him. Her legs sat spread wide, her slick evident to his eyes. Akaashi dipped his head down to her womanhood, licking a strip around her folds, collecting her wetness on his tongue. His tongue pushed into her cunt, a louder moan falling from her lips. His lips moved up, sucking on her clit as his fingers toyed with her entrance. From how wet she was, he was able to push two fingers into her cunt. He dragged them along her tight walls, curling them inside which earned a sharp moan to fall from her lips.

Her body was sensitive to Akaashi’s touch. She craved him more than he craved her. Her hips bucked up as he was able to slip another finger inside of her, stretching her out for him. Akaashi’s fingers were long and slim, decorated with beautiful veins which stood out. His fingers hit spots deep inside of her. Her walls clenched tightly around Akaashi’s fingers, moans slipping from her lips as she lost control of her body.

“G-Gonna cum…” her voice was shaky, legs shaking as her climax washed over her like a wave.

Akaashi removed his fingers from her cunt, watching how her cum had coated his fingers. He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking on her cum. He watched as she tried to hide her face from him.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded.

Following orders, she moved onto her knees, watching how Akaashi now set himself up against the bed head, his legs spread as he stroked his clothed boner, “You know what to do.”

She crawled in between his legs, hands moving to unzip his pants, tugging them down his legs, along with his boxers. Her eyes came into contact with his member once again. She threw his clothes to the floor, her mouth moving down to wrap her lips around his length. Akaashi’s hand sat on top of her forehead, helping her take more of him into her mouth. She maintained eye contact with him as she went down on him

“Rub your clit for me, baby. Make yourself cum,” Akaashi moaned out.

She followed orders once again, rubbing her clit. Pleasure spread throughout her body as her wet cunt clenched around nothing. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, her legs shaking as her clit became sensitive. Being sensitive, her climax built up almost quickly, her cum now shooting from her cunt, dripping down her legs and onto Akaashi’s bedsheets.

She felt horrible for ruining his sheets, but her mind was filled with lust and need for him to even consider apologising. Akaashi pulled his length from her lips, watching as drool began to slip from her lips.

Akaashi grabbed onto her hips, lining her up above his erect length. He helped push her down, her walls clenching tightly around his length. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, so he didn’t care much about making sure if it hurt or not. She clenched her eyes shut for a second. He was the biggest she had ever taken. He helped her take all of him in, before pulling her off of him. A small gasp left her lips as she was thrown back down against the bed, her legs being wrapped around Akaashi’s waist as he began to thrust into her.

He took his anger on the mafia out on her, tearing her tight cunt open with every thrust of his hips. The room began to be filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, loud moans falling from her lips as deep groans fell from Akaashi’s. He hated the fact that they were both assigned to kill each other, but they both couldn’t. he couldn’t accept the thought that she had to die, that she had to be killed in order for the Fukurōdani mafia to scare off the Nekoma mafia.

He wanted to be with her. She wanted to be with him.

He loves her. She loves him.

But they can’t be together. They can’t be seen in public. They can’t hang around and hold hands and make love to each other. They were rivals, but they were in love. Rivals in love. Two people who were exact opposites were in love. They were drawn to each other, desperate for each other. They needed each other to survive.

“A-Akaashi… I-I love y-you,” she moaned out without any care in the world.

Akaashi’s heart felt as it had stopped. Did she really just say that?

She wanted to hide the fact that she was in love with him, but now that her mind had been clouded with the feelings of love, passion and lust, she wasn’t able to conceal her feelings towards him.

“I love you too,” he groaned out, fingers moving to rub harsh circles on her clit while his lips moved to suck on her neck.

“C-Cumming… Akaashi.”

“M-Me too.”

The two both climaxed together, Akaashi’s seed shooting inside of her. He began to panic, knowing he didn’t pull out and that he wasn’t sure if she was on birth control or not. He pulled out of her, going to the bathroom to grab a towel as the thought ran through his mind. What the fuck did he just do?

He grabbed the wet towel, cleaning in between her legs.

“You need to go home…” Akaashi mumbled under his breath. He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted her to stay and spend the rest of the night with him, but he knew how dangerous it was for her to stay.

“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with you! And- I-I don’t think I can walk.”

With the way her soft eyes were looking at him, soft and serious, he couldn’t say no. Instead, Akaashi pulled the bedsheets over her naked body, covering her and himself. Akaashi let his head rest on the pillow, her hands moving to rest on his chest as she curled up to his side, falling into a deep slumber.

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“Hey kitten,” Kuroo smirked.

She was sick and tired of Kuroo now. She wanted to scream and tell him that she’s in love with another boy. That she had sex with another boy and tell him that he needed to leave her alone or she would kill him.

But she couldn’t.

“How’s the mission going, kitten? Actually, killed him yet?” Kuroo smirked.

She wanted to scream. She couldn’t kill him.

“Just leave me alone Kuroo, I don’t want your pity.”

He only chuckled, “Suit yourself, kitten.”

He pushed her up against the wall, hands pinning hers to the cold, wooden wall, “Though, I will make you mine, if you like it or not.”

“You can’t.”

Kuroo tilted his head in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Someone has already made me theirs,” she smirked.

“That’s bullshit. Everyone in the mafia knows that you’re going to belong to me, and only me. No one would be stupid enough to touch you without my permission. You’re lying!”

It was almost as if Kuroo was trying to convince himself that she still was going to be with him, that she hadn’t been taken by someone who was going to love her more than he ever could.

“Pull the bandage from my neck and look. There is your proof.”

Kuroo tugged the bandage from around her neck. His eyes widened, noticing the dark purple marks which decorated her neck.

“Where the fuck did you get these?”

“From the boy who made me his, Kuroo.”

Kuroo threw the bandage to the floor in anger, “You fucking slut.”

“Correction. His slut,” you chuckled, watching as Kuroo stormed off in anger.

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The Odds of Us All

CH 3 Part 2/5: The Foxes Burrow

You stood beside Kita, facing the starting members of Inarizaki’s team. Your soulmates were pretty surprised to see you here- but that was a given since you may or may not have neglected to inform them that you would be their new manager.

“This is Ushijima Y/n. She was previously Nekoma’s volleyball club manager- I’m sure some of ya’ have heard of them before. They’re Fukurodani’s main rival- aside from Itachiyama.” Kita introduced her formally, before allowing Y/n to say a few things herself.

“I look forward to getting to know you all! Please take care of me.” You said with a bow. Kita nodded in approval at your brief greeting- concise yet polite- just as he liked it. 

“Today’s extra practice for the senior and starting members. So take yer time with gettin settled in. If ya need anythin just ask me or Aran.” A tall male in a #4 jersey strode up to you, a welcoming smile on his lips as he stretched out a hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet ya Ushijima! Welcome to the team!” You accepted his hand and shook it firmly.

“Glad to be here Aran-senpai- but please just call me ‘Y/n.’ Ushijima is my cousin-”

“Course- ain’t gonna lie- made me double take the first time I heard it.” They shared a quick chuckle. “Why don’t ya go talk to the other’s? We’ll be right here after.” Aran stepped away to speak to Kita, luckily you didn’t need to go seek out anyone else to speak to- since someone walked up to you.

*Apologies in advance ya’ll, I’m only an anime watcher so I DO NOT have a grasp on Akagi, Omimi, or Ginjima’s characters AT ALL... so please- if you guys have tips please comment. Also I have no idea if Akagi or Ginjima was raised in Hyogo so I’m going to give them a normal Tokyo dialect for now- but Ginjima will have hints of Hyogo dialect- this is subject to change if I get advice. 

“Hi! I’m Akagi Michinari, you’re new right? How’s Inarizaki so far?” Akagi was fairly cheerful- almost like a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else. Sure, Kita and Aran were plenty nice but they were more like a parental/older brother sort than friendly.

“Mhm, I just got here two days ago! Everyone here is so friendly- I love it.”

“Hey... this is just between me and you but,” Akagi leans forward, hand covering the side of his face like he’s telling a secret, curious, you lean forward to hear better. “It’s kind of refreshing to talk to someone without the Hyogo dialect. Sometimes I still have trouble understanding what people are saying so I smile and nod.” You two look at each other for a good moment before bursting into actual giggles. 

“Me too actually, I was so lost in Japanese literature- so I just pretended to know what was going on when Kenji-sensei was lecturing.” You whisper back- sending the third year into a fit of laughter. The two of you were oblivious to the jealous stares from the nightmare trio, and the curious looks from the others. 

“Haha- I think we’ll be fast friends Y/n!” The libero says, turning to look at the last two people. “Hey Ren, Hitoshi- come say hi!” A super tall, scary dude with a blank expression walks over, along with a stereotypical alt obsessed looking guy. “The super tall one is Omimi Ren- and the grumpy one is Ginjima Hitoshi!” Omimi doesn’t say anything- instead opting to nod in greeting.

“Hey.” Is all Ginjima says, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. 

“Call me Y/n! I was meaning to ask earlier but are there any allergies or food preferences you might have? I was going to bring homemade energy bars but realized someone might be allergic.” 

“Uh, nah I don’t have any allergies.” Ginjima looks pleasantly surprised, though it’s barely noticeable on his face, “I don’t think anyone here has allergies so ya don’t need to worry.” He turns to look at his seniors for confirmation.

“No one has any.” Omimi agrees.

“Great! Thank you... how about food preferences? Any dietary restrictions for you three specifically?” You’re slipping back into your old managerial habits, pulling out a notepad and scribbling down notes. You may not be of any help on the court directly, but you pride yourself on being analytical and taking care of your team. An example of this was how you’d watch Nekoma’s next rival team beforehand, chatting up their players by starting off with simple conversation- and estimating what makes them tick based off their answers. 

“So professional- Shinsuke picked a good one.” Akagi praised, before giving his own preferences (along with Omimi’s), Ginjima spoke after him. Something told you this years team was going to quickly be added to your list of friends.

“What’cha talkin bout over here?” Atsumu slinked over to stand at your side, inserting himself into the conversation. The two third years were unperturbed at his interruption, meanwhile Ginjima looked a little irritated. 

“Just dietary restrictions.” You replied showing him your notebook. “Speaking of which I have to speak to you, Osamu, and Suna about yours. Excuse us-” After politely excusing yourself and Atsumu, you walked over to join the other two.

“Enjoyin yerself?” Osamu questioned in greeting, taking a bite of his senbei cracker. “Never seen Akagi so chatty with someone he just met.” 

“That’s because they were gossiping.” Suna snickered, shooting you a knowing glance. “It was something about the dialect right? He said the same thing to me when we first met.” He laughed at the scandalized/busted expression you wore.

“What d’ya mean?” The vegetable oil color haired twin questioned, tilting his head to the side- Osamu said nothing, content to munch on his cracker. 

“Thank you so much for exposing me.” You ‘thanked’ Suna with a saccharine sweet tone, before answering your faux blonde soulmate. “It’s Tokyo dialect things. That’s it.”

“Oh ok.” He seemed satisfied with your answer, not seeing any reason to doubt you- much to his twin’s, and Suna’s amusement.

“Alright everyone, practice now!” Coach Kurosu called, the gym doors slamming open as he strode in alongside Coach Oomi. “Ushijima- er I’ll just say Y/n yeah? Come over and I’ll give you a rundown on how things work around here.” While the boys began running their warmup laps around the gyms interior, you made your way over to the coaches. “So... says here you were manager of old Nekomata’s team huh? Interestin’ well, it’s the same as any managerial position. Keep the bottles filled, maintain our players morale when you can, and launder the towels and practice jerseys... sound good?” You nodded, already used to the burden of managing a boys volleyball team. 

“Yes, thank you.”

“Oh and here,” he hands you a hefty, sealed envelope. “Your budget for the next two weeks. Anything you don’t spend will be subtracted from the next allowance.” Your eyes widen at the weight of it, but you nod along nonetheless. Money is a friend of yours- the Ushijima’s being a very well off family. “Well the bottles are in the locker room hallway.”

“Right, of course.” Then you left, going to begin the familiar tasks that had somehow become an important part of your daily high school life.

Oomi looked at Kurosu. “Why’d you give her cash? We’re supposed to give her the card?” Kurosu is silent, watching his players with a scrutinizing look. 

“She reminds me of a boerboel.” 

“I don’t follow?”

“I have a feelin that we can trust her.” 

Facts/Trivia

This takes place the very next day after CH3 pt1, ignore the 4d mark on that one cut off tweet please

Tendo has this uncanny ability to tell when someone is trash talking either Ushijima 

Sakusa still doesn’t know that Y/n is Inarizaki’s new manager

None of her soulmates follow her private twitter- or know of it’s existence

Y/n is very efficient at doing laundry/filling water bottles within a small time frame- she has Nekoma vbc to thank for that

Nekoma didn’t have a allowance for their team- so Y/n just paid for everything out of pocket

Yes their budget for TWO WEEKS is about $270 

The only things she can bake well is granola/energy bars, scones, and cookies. Anything else she attempts turns out horribly

A boerboel is a extremely dependable dog breed 

Sometimes when the teachers speak too quickly, Y/n can’t tell what they’re saying so she just stares at them, acting like an attentive student so that they’ll be less tempted to call on her during class

I have no idea how to write for Omimi, Ginjima, Akagi, and both coaches so I’ll just do whatever

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Can I request general relationship hcs with kuroo? Thanks!

“you’re all mine, kitten”

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x female reader

cw: fluff, implied NSFW, kissing 

word count: 2100+

a/n: kuroo is smol and is a baby who i love, but we all want him to rail us um chile anyways so-

summary: in which you’re in a relationship with kuroo

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Big dick energy, that’s all I’m saying BIG DICK ENERGY

Not only is this baby packing but he just a cocky science nerd who will send you science jokes and memes every hour of the day

Your whole Instagram dms are just the same meme in different fonts

His hair is soft but just knotty, you spend half an hour unknotting it because you know he would not care

He got other priorities he only lets you do it because he sits between your thighs

Will call you kitten and will have you saved as kitten on his phone

He’ll wait for you after every class to take to your next, he feels bad about you waiting after volleyball practice so this is him making it up to you

You both end up going to Kenma’s at night because you see his light on and make him go to sleep

Kenma hates how it’s become having two parents now

Baby will squish your face in every photo you have together, if his hands aren’t on your face it’ll be on your body

He smacks your ass in public this man has no chill

He’ll make you study with him just to spend more time with each other

Would do that Tiktok with you where he wears a maid outfit and you sit between his thighs, comments be thirsty for our maid boy and you’d simp even more for him

Whenever you make food you have to make extra because he pouts if he doesn’t get any of it

He does the obnoxious laugh where he holds his stomach when you act snarky with his team

He in love with you

Can’t lie will ask to fuck anywhere, will literally text a cute paragraph being like ‘good morning good luck for your test kitten *heart eyes*’ and then 20 minutes later send ‘I found an empty classroom, quickie?’

This man has no chill, but you’ll accept cause its Kuroo

He’d make you be Nekoma’s manager which means you become a parent to the whole team

Couch Nekomata doesn’t mind because you control them all and he loves how you make the team and Kuroo specifically work harder

When he blocks a ball, you know his ass would look straight to you to make sure you watched, you’d always cheer him on though because he’d get sad and do a Bokuto which is what nobody needs

You get made to come to the training camp and he gets way to protective over you because this is the first time you’ve met everybody properly

He’s wary of Karasuno and even Bokuto (even though you and Bokuto were already friends)

He protec, he attac but most importantly he loves your ass

“You’re staying by my side for the whole week, okay?” His arms were wrapped around your waist as his chest was behind your back, you stared up at his neck and jaw, laughing at the comment, “it’s not funny, Y/n, you’re like an exothermic reaction, you spread hotness everywhere”

He had started to pout as you face him, Karasuno’s bus arriving shortly, the rest of the schools had already arrived and when Bokuto had given you a hug from not seeing you in a while, Kuroo was pouting like a lost puppy. He had decided that from then on you would be attached to him and if you weren’t he wouldn’t rest till you were near him or in his eyesight,

“You’re being jealous Tetsu,” you had moved to see his face properly his arms still around your waist, as his hold on you was gently but possessive.

“But they might spend more time with you.” He mutters out.

“Kuro leave Y/n-chan alone.” Kenma spoke as the bus came through the gates.

You smiled shaking your head at Kenma who had looked up from his game, “thank you Kenma”

Kuroo didn’t reply instead holding onto your waist as his body shifted to suit the height difference, as much as you loved Kuroo, his love for you had no bounds and the lack of attention you had been giving him was neither yours fault it was just a perk of being manager.

“Daichi.” You smiled out having met him weeks prior, Kuroo’s hand still around your waist as you both walked towards the team.

“Y/n-chan.” The small orange haired boy shouted as he ran up to you both, “I can’t wait to play, I’ve been practicing, are you going to be watching?”

“I’ll try and watch your games Hinata” You smile as the boy was a ball of energy going to pester Kenma as you see Lev start to make fun of him for his height. “Lev don’t be mean.”

You had scolded Lev a lot but in your heart you knew he would turn out to become an amazing player if he kept up all the work he was doing, “sorry y/n-chan.”

You shock your head laughing as Kuroo had started talking to Daichi and Sugawara, his hand still placed on your waist, “how was the trip?” You asked Sugawara, his gentle features inviting anyone to talk to him.

“It was really long, Couch Ukai doesn’t even let us take breaks.” Sugawara smiled out as everybody had started to move inside.

“That’s old couches for you, Couch Nekomata makes me carry the boy’s sweaty vests from games, the smell and feeling I get makes me want to puke.” Kuroo’s arm had left your waist not realising as you walked inside with Sugawara.

“That sounds gross, I would actually hate that so much, you’re going to have so much fun carrying more vests this week at least.”

“Ha ha very funny.” You laugh as Kuroo and Daichi had stopped talking to each other and Kuroo was trying to spot your y/h/c but to no avail he couldn’t find you. 

You and Sugawara had gone your separate ways as he had gone to get ready for the games, not noticing Kuroo had been looking for you, you went back to the gym, where the games were about to begin. “Y/nnnn” You heard the tall grey-haired boy speak.

“Yes Lev.” You said turning around to meet him.

“Yaku hit me in my back.” He said sadly.

You rolled your eyes at him, “did you make fun of his height again?”

Lev stayed silent as he dragged him along to Yaku, “apologise Lev.”

He listens not wanting to be scolded by you, Kuroo had walked in watching as you made the two of them talk again, not wanting anything to ruin the training camp, you went over to tell Kiyoko and Yachi what would happen and where everything was before going up to Bokuto.

“You’ll do good today.” You smile as you knew Akaashi didn’t want to see sad Bokuto at all.

“So, when do I get my praise Kitten.” Kuroo whispered in your ear as you stood to the side.

You rolled your eyes turning to face him, “did I forgot to give my big strong baby some encouragement.”

You teased him as he brought you closer to his body, “yeah you did kitten, you owe me one now.”

“Kuroo get off of Y/n” Couch Nekomata shouted as the games were about to start. You laugh watching as he huffed letting you go.

“You’ll do amazing Tetsu.” You cheered as he went to start the game.

You had had enough time to have many breaks and when you did you were running around passing towels and water bottles to the team rather talus worrying about giving Kuroo attention. You knew he missed it and after the games were done you would give him as much as you could. You had just finished giving the bottles out as you saw Yachi holding a box of water bottles that looked like they were about to fall, you quickly ran towards her catching them just as her hands were about to slip.

“Y/n are you okay?” Yachi said scared at what had occurred, Kuroo had rushed over to see if anything was wrong, even though you were fine.

“I’m fine Tetsu.” You laugh as he looked at your fingers, Yachi taking the box back, he saw the red colouring of your hands,

“Let me kiss it better at least.” You laughed as you let him do what he wanted too, kissing each finger tip before leaving a trail on the reddening mark.

“You’re such a simp Kuroo.”

“Your simp at least.” He laughed as the games began again.

Small intimate moments would always hold a place in your heart, you loved Kuroo’s soft side and even then his normal funny humorous side still made your heart beat as well. He was the love of your life and he proved to you that he was always there for you.

The games had finally finished as every team moved on to do some training or other things, Kuroo making you come with him, Akaashi and Bokuto, well that’s what he wanted to happen.

“Y/n can I ask you something before you go?” You nod at Daichi as you let go of Kuroo’s hands.

“Ill meet you there.” You pecked his cheek before walking in Daichi’s direction, Kuroo’s cat eyes observed what would play out.

Daichi hadn’t really asked for a lot, he wanted to know if you could get a copy of how many games each team had won and lost at the end of the week, “I’d ask Kiyoko but she’s already keeping a watch on points scored and teaching Yachi the ropes.”

“Daichi don’t worry about it, I have to make one for Nekoma anyway and I was going to offer it to all the teams, so I’ll gladly give you it at the end of the day.” You smile as you laugh at how Daichi had needed to ask to gain such a trivial thing.

“Oh also, thank you for saving Yachi and our water bottles.” He smiles out.

You pat his shoulder laughing again, “don’t worry about it, couldn’t get your new manager hurt now could I.”

He laughs a yeah as you both go your separate ways, as you walk out of the first gym towards were Kuroo and the rest of them would be, you felt someone grab your wrist as they pulled you to hit the wall outside the gym.

“Kitten it seemed you and our rival were getting close.” Kuroo whispered in your ear, you could recognise his voice anywhere, one hand on the wall as the other came up to touch your face, slowly caressing it.

“He just wanted to thank me for saving Yachi.” Your breath becoming heavier, you hated to admit it but you loved this side of Kuroo, it made you feel alive and needed as if Kuroo loved every fibre of you enough to care about as much as he did.

Kuroo moved his head closer not wasting to reply, his lips fell onto yours, having to bend down to reach your height, your hands grabbed his collar, as ur hand rested on his collar and the other in his dishevelled hair. He smirked knowing how needy you were for him, how much you wanted his body pressed against you, his body pushing you onto the wall. His hand moved from your face to your waist making sure to bring your body closer to him.

The kiss deepened as his tongue moved inside of your own, you wanted to feel more of him but knew you had to wait till the week was over, you knew he’d try to ask throughout for quickies anywhere that had a lock but you wanted to be able to moan his name out loud and clear without having to be quiet.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his rough hand held onto your waist tighter to bring you even closer to his body, his touch sending electric shocks through your body at how hungry and satisfying the kiss was.

“Oi Kuroo you better not be groping Y/n, we have to practice.” Bokuto was shouting as he started to walk outside.

Kuroo finally let go, as the saliva and spit broke free from each other’s mouths, he smirked wiping his mouth before bringing his thumb and wiping your own, “you’re so needy kitten, do you want more?”

You pout knowing he was teasing you as you nod your head, “now remember,” he paused as he admired your dishevelled look, “you’re all mine, kitten.”

You nodded as you did want more but saw the tips of owl boy come closer and closer, “we’ll finish this later.” Is all Kuroo said as he took your hand dragging it towards the confused Bokuto.

You knew that you weren’t going to last the week without Kuroo on you or more specifically in you, but you’d be patient or even yet maybe you would let him have a quickie in a classroom somewhere.

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[ssamie]

five. “team manager”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x haikyuu)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist.      suicide freak!

"this is the girl from yesterday" kuroo muttered 

it's been a day since the shrooms incident, and it's safe to say she's left a very weird first impression on the boys 

"hi~" she cooed with a wave 

today, she was looking more presentable. wearing the nekoma girl's uniform, with bandages framing her body, all except for her hands and face.  "i couldn't shake her off" kenma said with a sigh as he tried to wiggle his arm free from her grasp 

she simply chuckled and hugged his arm even tighter.  "sorry for the rather strange interaction we had yesterday" she apologised with a sheepish grin  "there was a small flaw in my plan, which led to that.." 

kenma rolled his eyes at her words.  he was the one that had to make sure she didn't accidentally jump off a cliff in her state yesterday.  he had to get her calmed down, and ended up calling a man called kunikida for help since he was in her emergency contacts. 

"what's your name?" kuroo asks with an amused grin 

"l/n y/n. nice to meet ya" she answered 

"so l/n-chan~" kuroo mused "anything we can help you with?" 

"i wanna be team manager!" she exclaimed with a dumb smile on her face 

some boys perked up at the mention of a manager, some pondered over it, while kenma simply let out a loud groan. 

"hah? you? manager?" kenma scoffed and pulled out his PSP  "you'll just try to kill yourself with the nets or something" he muttered with a huff

"eh? do you really have no trust in me kenma?" she sulked  "i mean, i probably would but still!" she huffed 

nekomata stepped forward and smiled at her "why would you like to be our manager, l/n?" he asked. she blinked and pondered over it for a while "hmm, volleyball is something i wanna try i guess." she said 

"but i don't really wanna play. i'd rather manage from the sidelines" she hummed  "so it would be a pleasure to work with you all" she said with a sly smile

she then looked at nekomata and tilted her head to the side, sending him a close eyed smile and holding her hand out for him to shake. 

"if you'll have me, of course" she added in a polite and soothing tone 

nekomata studied her, then her hand, as well as the bandages that ended just a little bit past her wrist. the old man chuckled and shook her hand. "well then, welcome to the team" he said with a laugh 

she smirked and nodded.  "glad to be here" 

"have i ever told you how incredibly intricate looking your fingers are?" she asked out of the blue.  kenma glanced at her as he drinks from his bottle, brows furrowing from her rather strange observation. 

"um, no?" he answered hesitantly 

she simply hummed and studied them even further, making him gulp. kenma looked at his hands, feeling slightly anxious. he then shoved them in the side of his shorts. 

"stop looking at them. it makes me nervous" kenma complained sheepishly 

she chuckled and pulled his hands out of his makeshift pockets. "dont be" she cooed with a smile "you hands are so.. delicate, so soft" 

kenma blushed as she started tracing circles over his palms, whispering sweet words and nothings as she does so. 

"so.." she trailed off, looking at him through lidded eyes, a flirty smirk etching itself on her lips. "s-so..?" he questioned 

"would you strangle me with these fragile, delicate fingers?" 

"ha? 😃" 

kenma stared at her while she stared back. she simply smiled at him as she continued to draw shapes on his palm.  "what the hell are you talking about?" kenma deadpanned 

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!" taketora shrieked. they all looked over to him as kenma raised a brow "can't take what?" he asked 

taketora ignored him and sprinted straight to y/n "l-l/n-chan! why him?!" he shrieked  "why not me?! i can give you my love!" taketora cried "let me love you!" 

she simply stared at him as she drops kenma's hands on his lap. "love..me?" she questioned with a blank smile 

taketora rushed over to her and showed her his hands "i have hands and fingers too!" he exclaimed  "i can-" 

"i don't think she meant she wants kenma to choke her during sex, yamamoto" kuroo intervened 

"yeah. she wants me to kill her." kenma bluntly spat out 

"hai!" she exclaimed "but either one is fine." 

kenma's brows shot up as he snapped his attention towards her. "huh??"

"hm? is there a problem, kenma-kun?" she chuckled “yes. there's a problem, and it's a big one." kenma said "im not gonna choke you during se-" 

"l/n!" nekomata called out, effectively cutting off kenma 

the (h/c) haired girl perked up and walked over to the man "yes?" she asked "so? did you jot down anything while watching?" nekomata asked. the older man patted the spot next to him on the bench, urging her to sit next to him. she hummed and pulled out a notebook. 

"well, may i just say" she started "these boys are very impressive." 

"i don't usually have the motivation to do these type of things but i wrote down everything i've observed" she said "i do hope it's enough" she chuckled as she sat down next to nekomata 

"well then, let's see it" nekomata said as he ushered the boys over to them. "well then, these are my observations, as well as teeny tiny little advices" she says

she handed kuroo the notebook. the captain skimmed through the pages with a look of interest. "okay let's- eh?" kuroo sweat dropped "this is never-ending, l/n-chan" he chuckled 

kuroo flipped through the whole notebook, laughing as he saw each page filled from front to back. "that's a crap ton of info!" taketora exclaimed 

"how'd you even get all of that over a silly practice game" yaku asked, a look of amusement and curiosity lacing his features. 

she shrugged nonchalantly and fiddled with her hair "dunno" she cooed "i guess it comes naturally" she said "i have a job quite similar, so breaking down your attacks and the way you move or play is quite easy" 

nekomata hummed in delight "ah, so we're you a manger before as well, or..?" he asked 

"nope! i'm a detective!" she grinned 

the team stared at her and smiled, same as you would when a child says something crazy or stupid. she immediately snapped her head towards kenma, smiling excitedly as she awaits his reaction 

"are you impressed? will you go on a double suicide with me now?" she asked with a grin. kenma stared at her, unmoving, as he looked her up and down. 

"no." he answered 

she immediately deflated and sulked beside nekomata. "i-i see." she sniffled "i understand" 

"that's nice, l/n-chan!" yaku exclaimed, obviously unconvinced that she was a detective "really nice. it's good to have dreams!" he said as he patted the girl's back

she blinked as she looked down on him. "eh? no, i mean like im actually a detective" 

"i mean i get that you don't think so" she laughed "i may not look much, but im an operative of the armed detective agency" she said.  her playful smile dropped, and was replaced by a stoic look as she showed them a badge 

"eh? seriously?! that's so cool!" lev says as he excitedly jumps up and down 

"heh. right?" she grinned as the other boys starts freaking out 

kenma simply narrows his eyes and clicks his tounge in distaste. "so what about it, kenma-kun? won't it be cool to die with someone like that?" she asks cheekily 

"no" 

"but-" 

"no" 

"fine" 

"no- oh." 

"you'll fit right in, l/n" nekomata said with a laugh. he waved then goodbye before stepping away. kuroo approached them, fanning himself with the notebook as he slung his arm around her shoulders 

"so, l/n.." kuroo said "whyre you so obsessed with having a double suicide with our kenma?" he asked.  kenma sighed and pitched his nose bridge with dread "please don't ask that. she'll-" 

"oh my! i thought you'd never ask!" she said dramatically as she waved her arms about

"committing suicide alone?" she started "oh my, that's so passe kuroo-san!" 

"i've come to realise, that if i were to die.. i will die alongside a beautiful man or woman!" her eyes sparkled as she gawked over kenma, who was looking very unamused at the moment. 

"and i found the most beautiful boy there is! what else could be better than this?" she exclaimed with teary eyes 

"ah, double suicide.. what a sweet ring it has!" she exclaimed "in comparison, it feels so empty to bid this world farewell all by my lonesome self!" she hugged kenma and nuzzled her cheek into his pudding-like hair. 

kenma merely froze as he felt his arms and body get squeezed by her. she was surprisingly strong and had a vice grip on him. "please let me go." kenma muttered 

"no" 

the boys watched the whole withing with varying reactions. most of them were worried for her mental state and well-being, while the others were amused. the 'others', being lev. it still kinda hadn't hit him that she was a suicidal psycho. 

"hmm, you're right, l/n-senpai! it'll be sad to die alone" lev agreed with a thoughtful hum 

"see! he sees the problem with it!" she said 

yaku immediately intervened by kicking lev in the back of his knees, making him fall forward. he also snatched kenma away, making her whine. "give him back!" she yelled. “take me away" kenma said 

yaku huffed and lightly flicked her in the forehead. "the real problem here is the fact that you wanna commit suicide!" he exclaimed 

"double suicide" she corrected. 

"that's not any better!" 

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