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sassycheesecake · 10 months

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A/N: Hi everyone! This is a request from one of my readers! The request was to write the „Dream A Little Of Me“ in the male reader perspective. Also, instead of the manager, the reader is the Athletic Trainer for the MSBY Jackals. Hope you guys like it! Enjoy <3

genre: a lil‘ angst, fluff, smut in the beginning

warnings: sex dream, male masturbation, cursing

Shūgo Meian x Reader “Dream A Little Of Me”

“Oh (Y/N)... that feels so good… yeah j-just like that. Holy shit! O-Ohh…” Meian moans heavily with your wandering touches.

His broad chest rises and falls fast, his mind is all over the place.

Your skilled tongue swirls around the head of his long cock, making it twitch with need and he blissfully pants as precum starts dripping from the tip.

”(Y/N) please… stop teasing me… I want to fuck you so bad.” Meian tangles his hand in your hair and tugs on it occasionally. His other hand fists the sheets of the bed.

You willingly let go of his cock, making a ‘pop’ noise as you retreated from his form.

A mix string of saliva and precum connects your wet lips and his tip and Meian throws his head back in satisfaction, trying to calm his breathing.

Looking at him with a glint in your eyes, you crawl onto his lap, placing each leg next to his waist.

Meian stares at you with flushed cheeks, a small smile growing on the corner of his lips.

Placing your hands to rest on his ripped abdomen, you begin to sit down on him with a dreamy sigh, feeling him stretch your insides out.

Gasping at his enormous size, he too, moans shakily at the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him.

”Hah, hah. Gosh you feel amazing!”, scrunching his face in gratification, he places his giant hands on your hips, grasping them tightly, surely leaving marks.

Meian opens his eyes and looks at you with pure love and adoration.

”(Y/N)… I love y-“ , Meian’s voice stops suddenly and you hear your annoying alarm going off.

You wake up with a startling gasp, scooching back and moving to sit up against your headboard as you try to calm your breathing and your racing heart. Your hair is slightly sweaty, no doubt about the stimulation you felt in your dream. It felt so real.

Unbelievable, this is now the third time you dreamed about the MSBY’s Captain like this.

Rubbing your hands over your face, you groan in sexual frustration as you replay the images in your head over a naked Shūgo Meian confessing his feelings for you.

Looking down, you see your boner pressing up against your dark bed sheets, a small wet spot marks the sheet.

‘Great.‘ You think to yourself as you slowly reach for your hard member, thinking about the raven-haired Middle Blocker and Captain.

Just everything about that guy is perfect. His smile, his stature, his personality, he’s just a dream come true.

As a Captain of a Pro Volleyball team, he is strict with his teammates and is not afraid to scold three certain rascals for their shenanigans (every day) from time to time.

As the Athletic Trainer of MSBY, you just graduated from the Hardin-Simmons University in Texas.

They offer one of the best Athletic Trainer programs, moving there after you graduated High School in Tokyo.

You remember your first day with the Jackals, as if it happened yesterday.

It was an early Monday morning five months ago and you being nervous to meet the team was an understatement.

Standing in front of the gym doors of the official training hall of the MSBY Black Jackals in Osaka, your trembling hands reach for the door handle and you push it open with ease, having built a sturdy and strong frame after years of working on your body.

The first thing you notice is the smell.

It’s a mix between sweat, lemon and a faint hint of ‘Dark Temptation’ Axe deodorant spray.

Your eyes find the team, playing a three-on-three match, not noticing yet that you have walked in.

Coach Foster hears you first and he tells his team to take a small break while he talks to you.

After saying those words, the team finally looks at you and it’s making you feel small.

Even though you’re not the smallest person, their massive height DO intimidate you.

“Thank you for your application, I am guessing you’re (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). Correct?” Foster asks you.

You bow deep in respect, confirming his question.

“Nice to meet you sir, yes I am.”

Foster nods, telling you they already did warm ups for about 30 minutes with a 15 minute jog round in the gym hall. Now they were just doing a small session until you arrived.

The Coach gathers the team around, telling them to introduce themselves.

After each introduction of the team members, Meian, the last one on the left, speaks up and introduces himself.

While hearing his deep voice, you barely listen to what he’s saying, too distracted by his body and gorgeous face.

Feeling your heartbeat go a little faster than usual, you try to snap out of your trance, thankfully being successful with it before anyone notices you checking out the team captain.

When the ravenette is done talking, he flashes you a dazzling smile, almost sending you into cardiac arrest.

Now, the first few weeks weren’t so bad.

You helped the team with their stretches, correcting their forms, delivering medical care if necessary, monitoring athletic events, obviously watching their practices from the side and giving out tips so they avoid injuries during real matches and practice matches.

You’re with the team three times a week, each time you can’t help but watch Meian a little more than the others.

The way his jersey sticks to his big torso, the way you help him stretch by touching his back when you feel his strong back muscles, whenever he wipes the sweat off of his face with his shirt, you can see his abs and holy shit what you wouldn’t do to actually feel them and not just dream about touching them.

Still, you need to stay professional about this because it’s your job and your attraction unfortunately only grew with time.

It happened like two months ago when you started your deep and strong crush on the raven-haired man intensified.

Almost every day after work, your brain gathers the memory as if it happened yesterday.

Everyone was done with training, headed straight to the showers and left the volleyball gym in a hurry. Or so you thought.

It was around 18:00 and training officially ended 30 minutes ago. Guessing that all the players have already left since it was so quiet, you wanted to shower as well since you were meeting up with a local friend from town. Since time was too close to the meet up, you wouldn’t have had time to go home, shower, change and drive into town again.

Noticing the door was still unlocked, you didn’t think much of it, simply deciding that Meian forgot to lock the room after he left, since he and the coach are the only ones with a key to the lockers.

When you entered the still light up locker room you didn’t expect a half-naked Meian to be standing in front of his locker with just a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes followed the water droplets as they ran down on the massive muscles on his torso and stomach, watched as they got soaked into the towel.

Meian turned his head in your direction and stared at you in shock but it was more the curiosity than shock that showed on his face.

After a few seconds, you felt an extraordinary heat blow up on your face and you let out a small squeak as you turned around and left as quickly as you entered.

Meian stared dumbfounded at the door where you left and heard a small amount of apologies getting quieter and quieter.

He just chuckled at your behavior and resumed changing.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God! You just burst into the locker room with a half-naked Meian still standing there, what must he think of me?!’

Well you can forget about meeting up with your friend since you can cross out the thought of having a shower before meeting up. Exiting the doors of the gym hall, the cold air surprisingly makes it easier to breathe, helping your blushing face to calm down as well.

Once Meian was done changing, he saw you waiting outside and it was pouring down.

Wanting to clear the awkward air after the embarrassing encounter, he approached you and offered to drive you home but as soon your ears picked up on his voice, your eyes were wide and you told him off, saying you were going to miss the train to meet up with a friend.

Meian tried to stop you but you were already sprinting to the train station in the rain saying you were going to be fine on your own.

The Middle Blocker stared sadly after your retreating form and kicked a trash can over in frustration. The loud bang of the trash can falling down on the pavement echoed in the silent night.

Some of the trash landed on the floor and after he heaved out a deep sigh he picked up the trash and put it back in before he went home.

Meian has been developing feelings for you ever since you started and those feelings only started to grow the more time he spent talking to you. And now he thinks he blew his chance of getting closer to you. He purposely pretended to have troubles with some muscles, so you’d come over and put your strong hands on him, to feel the pressure of your muscles on his own, inwardly making the Middle Blocker sigh in bliss whenever he would feel the heat of your skin on his own.

Ever since that incident, you have been avoiding him like a pest. Always walking in a different direction whenever he is near, not talking to him any way except when it’s absolutely necessary, it’s almost driving him insane.

When he needed help with a stretch, you started to wear gloves and your voice sounded cold, almost apathetic when you talked to him.

Meian thought he had a good relationship with you but your sudden strange and distant behavior makes him think you had a change of heart.

He honestly thought you liked him the same way he liked you. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him but nonetheless he decided to leave you alone.

His teammates notice the relationship change between you two, making it feel like two parents who had a bitter divorce because the other one got custody over the children.

Inunaki and Tomas notice it first when they have a small three-on-three match together after an intense training match.

They both take a drink from their water bottles, wiping the sweat off of their necks with towels, watching you write something down on your notepad before packing up your stuff.

Helping them with the clean up, you gather the towels and put them into the washing basket.

Then they watch you pick up the scattered volleyballs around the court and Meian is about to grab the one you’re about to pick up when your eyes make contact with his dark ones.

For a moment, neither of you say anything, simply staring at each other.

All of sudden, you straighten up and walk around him with a neutral expression on your face, still not saying anything, beginning to drop the volleyballs into the wagon.

Meian’s remorseful gaze follows your figure and he breathes out slowly and closes his eyes, grabbing the ball with his hands and throws it into the volleyball cart.

Inunaki nudges Tomas with his elbow, gaining the Middle Blocker’s attention.

“Did something happen between Cap and (Y/N)?” He questions him.

Tomas looks at you and then Meian, before he answers with a clueless shrug of his shoulders.

“Don’t know about Cap but I just feel like (Y/N) is lately more quiet than usual.”

“Yeah but like a couple of weeks ago, they were talking so much and seemed really friendly towards each other. Then just like that-”, he snaps his fingers, “they act like complete strangers.”

Tomas thinks for a few moments before he decides to speak up again.

“Maybe something DID happen between them that causes them to behave like that. I mean look at them, they are acting like they’ve never interacted with one another.”

Atsumu appears and joins their conversation. He rests his sweaty arm on Inunaki’s shoulder as he leans against him.

“What we talkin’ ‘bout?” the sandy-blonde asks and Inunaki grimaces at the gesture but doesn’t shrug him off.

Tomas begins to answer.

“We’ve just been talking about how Meian and (Y/N) have been acting differently toward each other. Almost like there’s a visible tension hanging in the air.”

Atsumu grins at that, not being able to refrain the next words from spilling out.

“Ya think they fucked? Maybe he didn’t give ‘im a good time and he tries ta avoid ‘im cuz of it.” The Setter laughs.

The Libero and Middle Blocker’s faces change into disbelief and disgust and Inunaki shrugs Atsumu off.

“Meian doesn’t strike me as the type to just sleep with someone to get their dick wet. Unlike you of course.” Tomas grins cheekily at Atsumu and he scowls at him.

“Fuck off.” The blonde man spits at him before walking off.

Inunaki shakes his head at their behavior and looks back at you.

You’re looking troubled, almost sad as you collect the towels together from Bokuto and Hinata as they hand you their black towels as well.

The energetic duo seems to notice your expression and their smiles drop immediately as they ask you what is troubling you with concerned faces.

You just shake your head and wave them off, walking away to resume packing up the rest of your stuff to go home.

Hinata and Bokuto share a look of worry but leave you be.

The Wing Spikers walk into the direction of the locker room of the MSBY Jackals followed by the rest of the teammates.

Inunaki and Tomas both agree that they should ask their Captain in the locker rooms about his and your tense body language and silent treatments lately.

Coach Foster has also noticed your change of attitude as well, your usual cheerful expression replaced by a dark cloud of sadness looming over you.

Walking over to you, he tries to indulge in a talk with you.

”(Y/N)? You okay? The guys didn’t say anything mean or inappropriate to you did they?” Foster starts.

Startled by his sudden voice, you turn around to him with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Y-Yeah I am fine, having some private trouble sir.”

He purses his lips at your answer and advises you to leave the trouble at home and not bring it to work.

Accepting his advice you apologize for your behavior and you promise him to be in a better mood tomorrow.

~ At the same time in the locker room ~

The team members of MSBY are all freshly showered, getting dressed and ready to go home.

Meian rubs his head dry with a towel and Tomas and Inunaki share a quick glance before nodding to each other.

Tomas clears his throat and Meian whips his head and his direction with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah? Did you need something?” Meian asks him.

“Uhh…” , he begins.

Tomas turns his head to look at Inunaki and he just sends him a thumbs up with an unsure smile as encouragement.

Meian looks at Inunaki, back to Tomas and begins to get slightly irritated at his teammate’s behavior.

”Well?” Meian starts to get impatient and Tomas is not used to this side of him.

“Inunaki and I were wondering if something happened between you and (Y/N). We just feel like you had such great chemistry with him and it’s like the next day, you’re acting like you don’t know each other.”

Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and even Sakusa slow down their movements, quite intrigued by what the raven-haired Middle Blocker has to say.

Meian stops for a second, pondering what to say.

”I don’t know.” He begins.

“You know when I had to stay behind to clean the mess you guys left in the locker room? (Y/N) saw me while I was there. He’s been distant since.” The spiky black-haired Middle Blocker explains.

Questions started flowing through the room immediately, not acknowledging the fact that Meian was pissed about the dirty laundry that they left on the floor for him to clean up.

”Woah, did he see you naked??” Wide golden eyes stare in amazement at Meian.

“Did he confess his undying love to you or something?” Hinata suggests with stars in his eyes.

“Please tell me you didn’t have sex with him in here, I am going to kill you if you did.” Sakusa scrunches his face in disgust and anger.

” Or was it yer size that was disappointin’?” Atsumu teases with a shit-eating grin.

Meian looks at his team and puts on his MSBY sweats, only giving one answer.

”No we didn’t do anything inappropriate, he just saw me in a towel and ran out like the room was on fire.”

Silence, followed by some laughter from Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s side.

“Is that it? Then why do you look so down about it?” Barnes finally joins the group, already dressed and ready to go.

Meian blows air through his nose, looking at Barnes with tired eyes.

“I like him. A lot. Maybe more than I’d care to admit. But now I feel like I ruined my chances with him.”

Atsumu leans against the locker next to Meian’s and starts taunting him.

”Awww he too shy to admit he wants yer dick? Is that why ya been so pissy lately bro?”

Meian doesn’t look at Atsumu and puts on a fresh new shirt from his locker.

Still ignoring his teammates, he puts his bag over his shoulder and leaves the locker room without a word of goodbye, slamming the door on his way out.

Everybody gapes at the Captain’s reaction, if you could even call that a reaction and turn to glare at their Setter.

Atsumu is aware of everyone’s eyes on him and he just says cluelessly with wide eyes “What?” when he glimpses in the round.

Bokuto’s excited deep voice breaks the silence.

”I think they’re SO cute together!” Bokuto puts his hands over his heart and sighs dreamily.

”So do I! Maybe we can convince them to talk together!” Hinata suggests.

“Are you serious? Are you going to play matchmaker?” The curly dark-haired Outside Hitter asks Hinata in a ridiculous tone when he puts on a fresh mask from his bag.

“Omi you should totally participate! Consider this a team building exercise!“ Bokuto beams.

“Yeah Omi-Omi! Join the group of ‘Match made in Heaven’!” Atsumu adds.

“No.” Sakusa says bluntly and leaves the locker rooms without another word.

”I don’t think we should snoop our noses in their mess. They are both adults after all, they need to sort this out themselves.” Barnes swings his bag over his shoulder and bids his teammates goodbye.

Tomas, Atsumu, Bokuto, Inunaki and Hinata are the only ones left now in the changing room.

“Well you can definitely count us in.“ Inunaki smiles at his teammates with a supportive thumbs up and a wide grin, while Tomas just nods his head in agreement with a small smile on his face.

“Awesome! Let operation ‘Jackal Love‘ spring into action!“ The white-haired boasts his fists in the air with a massive grin on his excited face.

“Shōyō, text ‘im ta meet ‘us’ tomorrow at the local bar in town, yannow the one that’s called ‘Cloudhouse’ or something like that? He’ll probably answer ya unlike the rest of us. Besides Bokkun, ya have da best connection with ‘im.” Atsumu puts the word ‘us’ in a quotation with his fingers.

Hinata takes out his phone and starts to write the message to you, while the remaining MSBY members peeking over his shoulder to read what he types down.

~ Back to you ~

You walk your way home in the cold dark to the train station without saying goodbye to the team, listening to ‘On My Own’ by Ashes Remain.

Sitting in the cold train wagon, you hide your face into your thick black hoodie, trying to stay warm.

You feel a vibration in the pocket of your jacket, signaling you got a text. Grabbing the phone out, you unlock it to open the message from Hinata.

> Ninja Shōyō 17:48 <

‘(Y/N)!!! We are all going out to the bar

tomorrow night! We wanted to invite you to come along! 😃’

> You 17:50 <

‘Sorry Shōyō. I am usually pretty tired after work, maybe another time.’

Hinata pouts at your answer, showing the others your reply.

“Be a lil‘ bit more persistent bro!“ Atsumu tells Hinata.

Hinata thinks for a moment, before he starts typing again.

> Ninja Shōyō 17:51 <

‘Awww c’mon! 😭😭 Bo and I will be very sad otherwise! 🥲’

Thinking for a few moments, you actually agree. You haven’t been out in a while and the constant hiding from Meian has been tiring you out.

> You 17:59 <

‘Alright. Okay. What time and where?’

> Ninja Shōyō 18:00 <

‘Let’s say 19:00 @Cloudhouse!!’

> You 18:01 <

‘👍🏻’

When the rest of the MSBY Jackals read your message they all cheer loudly and text their Captain to be there at the same time.

~ The next day ~

It’s 18:15 and Coach Foster decided to let everyone go home early today since it’s Friday. Atsumu took care of the reservation, paying extra so the two of you don’t have to deal with too much of a crowd.

The operation “Jackal Love” starts now. The matchmakers except Meian, you and the non-participant Sakusa, know about their hooking-up-plan.

As everyone gets ready to go home, Hinata and Bokuto have been excited all day long, getting on Sakusa‘s nerves.

Once Meian hits the showers, Sakusa walks over to Hinata with an aggravated scowl.

“Will you stop it?! Your constant twitching and giddiness is getting on my nerves!“

Sakusa‘s foul mood doesn’t scare Hinata in the slightest.

”Ahhh I am sorry I can’t! I am so excited for (Y/N) and Meian’s secret date tonight!” The orange haired Wing Spiker gloats.

Sakusa’s scowl changes into disbelief and he whips his head into Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s direction.

”You’re joking right? You didn’t seriously set those two up for tonight.“ The Outside Hitter hisses at them.

“Why not? It’s ‘bout damn time somethin’ happened between ‘em. I cannot take their sexual tension anymore.“ Atsumu defends.

Sakusa scoffs in disgust and leaves the locker room to go home. Before he exits the room though, Bokuto calls after him.

“Omi! I will keep you updated on the lovebirds!“

Sakusa doesn’t reply and closes the door.

Inunaki waves his teammates over in a hurried manner and the rest gets changed quickly before moving over to their Libero.

“Okay guys, Meian will be out of the showers in a little bit, we only have a few minutes. So here’s the plan again. Meian and (Y/N) will meet each other at the Cloudhouse in about 45 minutes. What are you all going to say or write in the group chat when the clock strikes 19:00?“ Inunaki asks in the round.

“Samu needed help movin’ somethin’.“ Atsumu answers easily.

“The new Call of Duty Game came out and Bokkun and I forgot to pick it up and we only have today to pick it up before they send it back!“ Hinata adds.

“Tomas twisted his ankle in the subway and I need to drive him home.“ Barnes sighs while crossing his arms over his chest.

Inunaki nods happily with every answer, giving his own reply after Barnes‘ answer.

“Great! Now let’s all get out of here!“ The light-haired Libero shoos the rest of the team out, except Meian who just turned the shower off.

Walking into the locker room with a black towel around his waist, Meian notices that it’s deadly quiet.

Not thinking much of it, he changes into a long-sleeved black polo shirt along with a pair of black ripped jeans and black-and-white All Star sneakers.

Spraying some ‘Dark Temptation’ on him, he finishes packing his bag and heads out towards his car.

Noticing that some of the cars of the players are gone, Meian thinks that his teammates are already on their way to the bar.

After 15 minutes, Meian arrives in front of the colorful LED sign that reads ‘CLOUDHOUSE’’ in cursive writing.

What’s weird though is, that no members of the Jackals are in front of the building.

The building’s lights are on and he sees some people walking around and getting inside but he doesn’t see any familiar faces.

While Meian waits in his car, little rain droplets begin to fall on his windshield, the sound gently disturbing the silence.

After about 8 minutes of waiting, the time now being 18: 55, Meian gets out of his car and while he is walking towards the club, he takes his phone out of his pocket and texts his teammates.

‘MSBY Jackals 🐾’

> Me <

Where are you guys? Aren’t we meeting at 19:00 @Cloudhouse?

> Pestilence #1 <

Ahh sorry cap, Bo and I had to pick up the new COD game!

They would have sent it back otherwise and I already paid for it…

We won’t be able to make it sorry!😕

> Pestilence #2 <

What he said 🤩☝🏻

> Pestilence #3 <

Samu needed help movin a new cabinet into his apartment,

sorry it was last minute won’t make it either sorry 🤐

> Sakusa <

I am not coming anyway.

> Me <

Are you serious??😡 Barnes? Tomas? Inunaki?

> Barnes <

Adriah twisted his ankle badly in the subway, taking him home

we won’t make it either

> Inunaki <

Yeah my dog ate something bad I have to take him to the vet sorry

> Me <

Well I am going home then if no one is coming…

> Pestilence #3 <

(Y/N) is comin tho. Just go with him 😁

As Meian is about to turn around and leave, you show up.

Slightly drenched from the sudden rain, you tighten your jacket a little bit more around yourself.

Taking your headphones out of your ears you widen your eyes a bit and give him a tight smile and pack your headphones away into your jeans pocket.

‘’Where is everyone? We are both on time” you question him.

Meian heaves out a deep sigh before he answers you.

“They bailed on us, it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay” The Captain rubs his neck nervously.

Honestly, you could scream right now. Out of excitement or frustration, you’re not really sure about that.

Somehow you get the feeling that the scheming members of the team have something to do with this.

Nonetheless, you give him a small smile and nod.

Meian returns your smile and opens the door for you to enter first. The doorbell chimes softly with your arrival.

Quietly thanking him for opening the door, you walk in and are greeted by flashing lights and loud music playing.

Meian follows you inside and begins to look for a free spot to sit down with you.

It is a busy night, a lot of people are occupying the tables and the bar, laughing and drinking with family or friends.

The Middle Blocker eventually spots a free corner, telling you to follow him.

As you both sit down, a waitress comes over and lays the drink and food menu down on the table, winking at you while eyeing your body up and down.

Your clear your throat and you sneak a peek at Meian to find an annoyed look on his face but quickly relaxing when she leaves.

It is quiet for a while, neither of you know how to start the conversation or in other words how to address the elephant in the room.

“Meian I -”, “(Y/N) listen -” you both start.

“Go ahead.” He beckons you.

You weren’t exactly sure where to start. Apologizing seems the best way to start the conversation.

“I just want to start by saying how sorry I am to have burst in the locker rooms the other day. I-I thought everyone has already left and I didn’t expect to see you still in there. Naked. B-Barely covered.” Squeaking like a shy little mouse, your voice gets quieter at the end of your sentence.

You can feel your cheeks and your neck heating up like crazy and you don’t have the nerve to look at the Captain's face.

For a few seconds Meian is not saying anything until he chuckles a little bit and leans forward to meet your eyes that are still focused on the table.

“Hey (Y/N), look at me. Please.” He pleads in a soft voice.

You force yourself to look up, straighten your posture and he gives you a warm smile with a look of adoration and… something else you can’t quite place.

His pupils are dilated as he stares at you.

Only a person in deep love would look at another person like Meian is looking at you right now.

“It was just the wrong time at the wrong place. Accidents happen.” He begins.

The waitress comes back and writes down your order, putting her acrylic nails on your shoulder, making you flinch away from her and she takes her leave again.

Leaving you two alone again, Meian continues where he was left off.

He clears his throat and a small blush decorates his cheeks. Looking at his massive hands, he fidgets a little bit before looking at you again.

“I just wanted to apologize as well. I am sorry that I didn’t talk to you after the incident happened. I just felt you’re too uncomfortable around me and I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable at all! I just… I really like you Meian. I thought if I didn’t talk to you anymore my feelings for you would disappear.” Quickly realizing what you just said your eyes feel like they bulge out of your sockets and you place your hands against your face to hide the shame.

“Please ignore what I just said. This was a bad idea.” You try to get up and leave but Meian snatches your wrist before you can disappear.

“No! Wait! Please don’t walk away again! I feel the same way about you (Y/N).” The Middle Blocker confesses.

Did you hear that right? The Captain of a professional Volleyball team likes you too?!

You sit down again but Meian doesn’t let go of your hands, instead he tightens his hold around them.

“I liked you for quite some time now, I was just honestly sure you didn’t like me in the same way. But you have no idea how happy it makes me right now to hear you say that.” He begins to lace your fingers together with his gorgeous smile.

You blush at his comment and as you are about to reply, the waitress comes with your two beers and a nacho plate. Slipping a little note on the table, no doubt with her number on it.

It is now a very nice atmosphere, the two of you talking about your favorite shows, your high school lives and about the team.

“That woman seems pretty into you.” Meian laughs.

You laugh along with him, the alcohol no doubt relaxing you.

“She ain’t my type. And I am here with you. Also, I am not interested in women.” You wink at him with a teasing smile.

After dinner is over, Meian pays for your guys’ drinks and food and opens the door for you to let you out first.

It is still pouring outside and you turn towards each other, getting wet by the rain.

The temperature has cooled down, making your breaths visible to the eye. Yet the cold doesn’t bother either of you. The thought of knowing that you return each others’ feelings makes your heart warm enough.

“So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Meian.” You stare into his dark eyes while stuffing your cold hands into your big jacket.

“Call me Shūgo. Do you want me to drive you home? My car is right over there.” He suggests.

“No it’s okay the train station is not far from here.” You assure him.

Meian steps a little bit closer to you and takes your cold hands from your pockets into his warm ones.

“I know this seems kind of forward… but ever since I saw you for the first time, I really wanted to kiss you. Can I?” He whispers, his face coming closer to yours.

You answer him by removing your hands from his and stand on a little bit to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him towards you.

Feeling his soft lips against yours makes your body explode in fireworks. Meian envelopes his arms around your waist and pulls you even closer to him.

The rain makes this kiss even better, it feels more romantic, more intimate.

The two of you continue to kiss, feeling his tongue trying to enter your mouth, you grant him access and the Captain begins to explore your mouth.

Fingers carding through his now very wet hair, he sighs heavily and swallows your moans.

Finally pulling apart from each other what feels like an eternity, you are both panting and smiling at each other like idiots in love. Which you are.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” He grins at you cheekily.

“So bad.” You grin back and follow him to his car.

Le next day

Everyone except Meian is already in the locker room the next morning. Oddly enough no one questions it because they can already guess why the Captain is late.

As soon as the rest enters the gym, they are greeted by the sight of gross PDA between their Captain and their Athletic trainer.

You try to push Meian away with a blush and a smile as you help him with sit ups as he tries to get closer to you.

“Shūgo, stop it! They will be here any second” you scold him in a laughing voice, pushing his face away with your hand.

“No can do handsome, want to feel all of you again like last night and this morning.” You begin to stand up and Meian follows your movement, eyeing you like a predator.

Visible marks decorate his neck and your body is still so sore from last night and this morning, no doubt from Meian rocking your world.

Especially your back, hips and butt hurt, from his harsh grabbing at your hips, to your soreness of your ass, feeling like Meian stretched your insides out multiple times.

Which he did.

No one says anything. The team just stands by the entrance and watches in a mix of happiness, cringe and disgust at the sight.

Sakusa turns to his teammates with a pissed expression, as begins to walk in.

“This is all your fault. I would rather take the silent treatment act over this any day.”

“What have we done?” Inunaki asks with a shuddering voice.

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chaoticevilorange · 2 years

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Adding onto the hq boys with a Hispanic s/o yes pls msby boys + Osamu thank you omg ajcgjahxhd just thinking abt it got me swinging my feet

Yes yes yesssss I've been thinking about this all dayyyyy, my thirst for Meian came back to life! There is so little info about him and Inunaki, but they are my faves minor characters from the time skip 😍 I swear, reading the manga I was like "I love you underrated man without any background story" and there is like... 25 fanfics about Meian and like 1 of Inunaki 😭 so well... I'm gonna do content about them for myself 🤣

Haikyuu x reader

MSBY Black Jackals + Osamu w/ an Spanic s/o

Part I: feat Meian, Inunaki, Thomas and Osamu

Part II: feat Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata and Sakusa

Meian Shūgo

The hardworking captain meet you by accident, you ran into him and you were so nervous that you apologized in Spanish

And he just asked your phone number right there

He thinks your eyes are so expressive, your hair looks so soft, and your lips, those lips that curved on a shy smile, he wants to taste them

Was love at first sight for him, you actually put him in the friendzone for a while because he is so captured by work that he missed a couple of dates

When he finally got you to date him, he loves to hear you sing in Spanish

His favourite morning routine is doing breakfast with you because sometimes you both make a traditional Japanese breakfast and sometimes is from your country

Blushes hard when you sway your hips against him while sing Spanish on his hear

Inunaki Shion

He meet you on an interview, he's an English speaker so the interview was very easy for you

When he was done he asked for your contact to watch the interview later

But the sneaky libero was actually making an excuse to talk to you again, so after s few months he started to tease you in Japanese and as a payback you did it on Spanish

And he was thrilled! Never knew someone so bold, he enjoys the cultural exchange

When you moved to Japan he was quick to help you out, and that's where he confesses

Now his favourite thing to do is watching you dance while cooking

He asked you to give him a pet name in Spanish, so when you call him "corazón" (heart) he gives you his undivided attention always

Adriah Thomas

He has good boy vibes, look at him, he's an enthusiastic and friendly guy!

He saw you struggling with some papers on your way to talk to the coach and he was quick to help

Told you to not worry, he can speak English, but when the coach called you by your last name he grew curious because doesn't sound like English

So he starts to ask questions and after months leads you to a very healthy relationship

He actually started to learn Spanish in case you decide to take him to your country

Likes when you help him with his Spanish tests and asks for kisses every time he gets a decent score

Totally melts when you praise him on Spanish, he's quick to praise back and call you "bonita" (pretty)

Osamu Miya

You are one of his employees, you and your friend actually, you both came from y/c (your country)

Cultural barrier engaged, since you and your friend are from a country were you say hi before giving a kiss was his favourite thing about you both

But specially from you, because let's be honest, he has a crush on you, he likes to hear you laugh and the way you bump your hips on his while teasing him

So now it's official he makes your country food whenever you feel home sick

He likes to hear you speak Spanish, actually asked you what is your favourite pet name so he can call you that

To be honest this guy googled ingredients and traduced them to Spanish just to call you "calabaza"(pumpkin) "zanahoria"(carrot) or even "Mani"(peanut) when he feels humourous

His favourite thing of your life together is hearing you talk in Spanish, for an unknown reason turns him on

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

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slut4msby · 3 months

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one of 'those'. sakusa kiyoomi x reader (part two.)

+ tags & warnings; part one is not needed to read part two :3

+ a/n; day 4/7!! i thought yall deserved a part two but i also just really wanted to write a part two :3

+ part one.

Ever since you gave birth to your daughter almost two years ago, Kiyoomi had not put her down. He would always tell you it’s because you were constantly working too hard and needed a break, which was the partial truth. In reality Kiyoomi couldn’t get enough of his daughter. She was the happiest baby, constantly giggling and smiling the complete opposite of Sakusa, however her looks were uncanny with her father. The pair was inseparable. When Sakusa would go away for away-games Mei would be in tears until you facetimed Kiyoomi, suddenly her smile which you adored so much was back. If Kiyoomi wasn’t available you would have to put on old matches or interviews containing her father. It made you a little bit jealous that Kiyoomi managed to steal all of your daughter's attention despite the fact you were the one who gave birth to her.

Today Sakusa was at another away game. He missed his two pretty girls like hell, the same cycle for each game. All he wanted to do was go home and cuddle up to his wife and daughter. This time was different though, with the help of Meian you had planned to surprise Kiyoomi at the match today. Today’s match was important for Sakusa, MSBY Vs. EJP Raijin. A match against his cousin, and former teammate. The perfect match to bring Mei too. You had planned to sit in the stands to not distract Kiyoomi, and surprise him after the match by going down with your pass towards the end of the match.

As you arrived at the stadium with your daughter in hand. She wore a MSBY #15 jersey for her dad that was too big - essentially wearing it as a dress. Her hair was in two pigtails tied with yellow bows that matched her curly black hair.

“You ready Mei-Mei?” You asked your daughter. To which she eagerly nodded in response, she was Sakusa’s biggest fan.

You and your daughter walked up to your seats, not too far back that Mei couldn’t see but also not too close that your surprise would be given away.

The match started off with Tomas serving for MSBY. The rallies were intense as expected from a division 1 match. As the rotation moved it was now Atsumu’s turn to serve. This piqued Mei’s interest as she looked closer and then back to you, “MAMA LOOK! IT’S UNCLE TSUMU!” Your daughter yelled. You couldn’t help but giggle at your daughter’s excitement. Sakusa hated how Atsumu got your daughter to call him ‘uncle Atsumu’. Your daughter was now watching intensely as Komori failed to receive the ball. “Momo, couldn’t pick it up mama. I don’t think I could either.” Your daughter frowned as Atsumu went in for his second serve, this time Komori was able to receive the ball almost flawlessly making your daughter stare at her actual uncle with admiration. However when EJP went to attack, MSBY perfectly received the ball letting Atsumu set up an attack which he tossed to Sakusa, scoring.

“And that’s MSBY’s #15, Kiyoomi Sakusa!” The commentators added over the speakers.

“Dada! Mama look! It’s dad.”

“It is dad, Mei-Mei!” You say giving your daughter a tight squeeze, making her giggle.

As the game was in it’s last set you got up from your seat, grabbing Mei and your belongings heading into the foyer. You walked up to the security showing them your lanyard before walking down to the court. Making sure to stand to the side walking towards their coach, Samson Foster.

“Ah! I see you guys made it just in time.” Foster said, waving at Mei.

It was now at match point. You stood there intensely watching with Mei as the teams put all their effort into attacking and defending.

“Bokkun!” You heard Atsumu shout.

Bokuto ran up to the net, jumping. Only to get blocked by Suna and Bokuto’s ex-teammate Tatsuki Washio. MSBY’s Libero Shion Inunaki was quick to receive the ball.

“Omi!” Atsumu called, tossing the ball to Kiyoomi.

And Sakusa being Sakusa scored perfectly. “DADA!” Mei shouted towards Kiyoomi, gaining his attention. As his daughter enthusiastically waved at him.

The final whistle blew, gaining screams from the crowd as MSBY celebrated their win. Mei ran over to her dad who turned around at the sound of his daughter's footsteps, picking her up and throwing her in the air before catching her. “I didn’t know you two were going to be here.” He said to his daughter.

“It was mummy’s idea!”

Kiyoomi couldn’t help but turn to you standing on the side, “Mhm? Well Mummy’s always got brilliant ideas, hey?” Mei eagerly nodded, “how ‘bout you go back to mummy and I’ll come see you two in a second.” He said before kissing his daughter's head, causing her to giggle and run back to you.

The two teams finished their post match traditions before Kiyoomi came over to your side. “Didn’t know you were gonna be here.” He said softly.

“Surprise!” You smiled at him.

You walked with your daughter and husband towards the exit, “I’m going to get changed, I’ll see you two in a bit.”

“Okay dada!” Mei chimed.

As you and Mei stood waiting for your husband, someone crept behind you grabbing your daughter's shoulders causing her to let out a shriek.

“Boo!” The voice called out.

You and Mei turned around, to see Komori standing behind you. “Momo!” Mei beamed.

“Hey Mei-Mei, hey Y/N!” Komori said before picking up Mei giving her a hug, “Did ya like watching me Mei-Mei?”

“Yeah! But I liked watching dada more.” Mei said sternly.

“Of course you did. Your dad has a lot of fans you know. But I think you’re his favourite fan.”

“Mei-chan!” Bokuto yelled out before him and Hinata ran up to your daughter. “Bo! Shoyo!” Mei said excitedly.

The group of boys started chatting and playing with Mei as you waited for your husband.

“Mei~ Your uncle ‘Tsumu is here!” Atsumu called proudly.

“Uncle ‘Tsumu!”

“Stop making my daughter call you that, Miya.” Kiyoomi stated firmly. Before walking over to you. Kiyoomi was never one for affection but as you two stood there watching your daughter, he had snaked a hand around your waist. “I love you, and I love Mei.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Mhm? I love you too, Kiyo. But I think Bokuto is trying to steal our daughter.” You giggle.

This caused Kiyoomi to go into what you called “Serious dad Kiyoomi mode” - very original name. “Hey, bring me my daughter back!”

“How did I get so lucky?” You smile to yourself.

©slut4msby.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq x reader #lea's stories :3 #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #msby sakusa #msby #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x reader

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butterznack · 3 years

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Everyone was genuinely surprised when Inunaki casually announced one day he was engaged, but the Black Jackal’s players were even more astounded when he said you were his betrothed. The boys knew who you were to their beloved libero, or half of it apparently. Though no one complains, if Inunaki is truly happy then so be it.

“How long have ya been datin’?” Atsumu asks.

“What do you mean how long?” Inunaki huffs as he shoves his dirty clothes in his duffel bag. “We were already dating when you were just a rookie. Hell, we’ve been together before Bokuto tried out for the team.”

Inunaki has all eyes on him when he exits the locker room, he ignores it. He notices you waiting outside the gymnasium, head hanging low as you mindlessly scroll through your phone. “Don’t stand like that,” Inunaki says and you jump in surprise, “I don’t wanna hear you complain about back pain again.”

“Asshole, don’t scare me like that,” you swat his arm, but your boyfriend isn’t one bit sorry when he sticks his tongue out at you.

Inunaki walks ahead of you toward the subway station, and you don’t catch up to him yet, simply strolling a few feet behind him while still browsing through your socials. Inunaki halts when you reach the station and turns to face you.

“Careful,” he says, grabbing your arm and dragging you closer to him. You weren’t paying attention to the crowd coming from the inside of the station and nearly bumped with a dozen people hurrying outside.

“Get off your phone before you kill somebody,” Inunaki half-jokingly scolds, his hand coming down to hold yours.

“Sorry, dad,” you scoff and your boyfriend flicks your forehead. “What was that for?” Inunaki shushes you as you step in the wagon.

You’ve always been kind of loud, but Inunaki guesses he might have been at fault here. As a child, he was kind of a wild boy, always hauling you in adventures that resulted in both your parents having to separate one from the other. Unluckily for them, you would find a way to reach each other again or cause problems without even trying.

Everyone thought he had a bad influence on you, and vice versa. But in the end, no one could ever deny Inunaki was the best thing that could happen to you, and vice versa. Truth be told, you were both a bad influence and a blessing to each other, and that’s what made loving you so natural and easy.

You don’t sit beside each other in the subway, and you don’t walk close to each other on your way home. You won’t always hold him close every night, and you won’t always ask for a kiss in the morning, because you never did before the two of you started dating. In fact, none of you remember how exactly it happened. Inunaki proposed a week ago after a match, without a ring or getting down on his knee, just a smooch against your cheek for good measure, so he guesses it’s not a bad thing if you won’t commit to memory all the important moments of your life as a couple.

Because loving you is easy, and Inunaki has always loved you, when you are fighting him for the remote because it’s your turn to choose the movie tonight, or when you’re snuggling against him in bed, breathing in sync and slowly drifting to sleep.

Inunaki loved you as his best friend first, and falling in love with you was a logical turn of events for him. But he figures why his teammates didn’t quite catch it when he told them you were engaged, you never acted as a couple in front of them, he can’t even recall a time when you kissed him or when Meian or Adriah would have caught you making out somewhere in the gymnasium or at a party.

But still, Inunaki can’t wait to tie the knot with you, call you his forever. His dream was always to marry his best friend.

“I told the guys about our engagement,” your boyfriend says matter-of-factly as he removes his shoes.

“Let me guess, they didn’t realize we were dating,” you chuckle and Inunaki nods. “You owe me 1000 yen,” you add, grinning.

“What? Since when?”

“We made a bet, yesterday,” you walk in the living room and flop down onto the couch. Your boyfriend makes a face and before you can ask what’s wrong he’s already out of your sight, and back just as fast. “What is this?”

Inunaki sits in front of you, holding a tiny box in his hand. “The ring, I bought it yesterday,” he answers, opening it, “Y/N, will you marry me?”

You shot him a big smile, “I already said yes, idiot.”

“Well I gotta do things right, maybe you weren’t serious,” he says, smirking when you gasp and throw a pillow at him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I have my best friend, the love of my life, proposing to me, I would be a fool to refuse,” you giggle while Inunaki slides the ring on your finger.

“For once, I agree with you. Who wouldn’t want this,” Inunaki gestures at his face.

“I’m more interested in the money that comes with it, but okay,” you shrug playfully, laughing when Inunaki throws the pillow back at you. He comes lying down on top of you, head nuzzling in the crook of your neck. “I knew you only loved me for my assets,” he mumbles.

“‘Course I do,” you reply.

Inunaki doesn’t fight back, and you both lay there in silence, limbs entangled as exhaustion starts to make itself felt. It’s plenty enough to love you like that, but for good measure, Inunaki presses a chaste kiss to your lips, whispering I love yous, just for good measure.

a/n : i just think inunaki is such a laidback character sharing an amazing bond with his partner plus he’s really cute i absolutely love every panel of him in the manga (≧∀≦)

#📼 – drabbles #shion inunaki #shion inunaki x reader #inunaki x reader #shion inunaki x you #inunaki x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff

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marshmalloriz · 3 years

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For the life of me mr woof wont leave my brain so lets just—

Shion Inunaki who refuses to let you drive in case he becomes “car sick from your terrible driving” but drives you to the peak of a hill to stargaze on the roof of his car, brings a fluffy blanket and your favorite plushie to keep you warm as he brings out a picnic basket and tells you funny stories of his younger teammates

The msby libero who refuses to let you go in early mornings no matter how messy your hair is he caresses your cheek telling your sleeping figure “I cant wait to marry you” But once you wake up asking if he was watching you he’d snort and say “yeah, princess you were drooling on my pecs” and laugh at how you smack him to get up for his morning run all red in the face

Shion— 😭

#shion inunaki #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #msby black jackles #inunaki shion #shion inunaki x reader #haikyuu x reader #oh well back to the hirugami brainrot #NAH MAYBE M STUCK HERE FOR ANOTHER DAY 💔#i would like (1) shion inunaki #mr woof woof waN SAN 😭

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chickentendieboi · 2 years

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MSBY Jackals As Dads

—headcanon : you tell them that you are pregnant

—wc: 1,373 collectively

☼ a/n: I've never really done headcannons before but this is what I feel like the boys of the MSBY team would do when they found out you were pregnant ^.^ So naturally, if you couldn't tell, there are spoilers here for the timeskip! Just for who is on the team!

☾ This is a part of the lovely collab Baby, Baby that @ushisrever is having! Thank you for letting me be a part of it! (:

Masterlists: Main Masterlist || SFW Masterlist || Collabs || Headcanons

Bokuto is a huge chaotic ball of Bokuto when he finds out.

He waited patiently outside the bathroom, or well... Bokuto didn't know the word patiently so he was pacing back and forth, reluctantly waiting for you as you sat in the bathroom. After a few minutes however, you walked out the door, and stared up at him, his eyes wide and searching yours.

Your nose twitched slightly and the corner of your lips began to curve up and that's when he immediately grabbed you, spinning you in circles. "Yes! I'm finally going to be a dad!" He kisses you, his golden eyes bright and wide. "I'm going to teach him how to spike the best way, and-and I'm goi-"

"What if the baby's a girl though?"

"Are you saying girls can't play volleyball?!" He looks at you in shock for which you then gave him a look and sighed.

"Babe... I played volleyball in high school..."

"Right, right, right. But see? Doesn't matter! We're teaching our baby volleyball!"

Sakusa doesn't truly know what to think. Children equal germ factories but a child with you, starting a family, isn't something he's opposed to.

Sakusa's nose is scrunched when he looks at the white stick you held out towards him, merely showing him the lines, not telling him to take it which he seemed to think. But you knew better, there's no way he would take a stick that you had peed on so you chuckled as he scrunched back.

"Babe, I wouldn't let you touch this. Just look at the lines please." You sighed, shaking your head and laughing gently.

"Yes, I can see this but, how?" He looked at you quizzically, honestly confused. Since it was Sakusa, he protected everything, meaning his gloves, masks and most certainly, condoms during your time together.

"Even when you get riled up you forget some things there, Kiyoomi." You chuckled as he looked at you with furrowed brows. "You slipped up and we're pregnant, 'Omi." You continued to chuckle, watching how he squinted his eyes but you could still see that he was excited behind his disgusted eyes.

Hinata pauses, for a long time. He processes the words you spoke while looking at the pregnancy test you took wrapped up all neat and cute in a box filled with pink and blue tissue paper, just straight up staring at it with a blank expression.

"Shoyo?" You watched him as he tilted the box, looking underneath it, on the side and back inside of it, still not saying a word. "Earth to Shoyo? Are you in there?" It amused you to see him struck in a trance like state.

"I... I'm going to be..." He finally looked up from the test and met your eyes. "This means that... this means that I'm going to be a father, right? We... We're going to be parents?"

Hearing him say it as well put butterflies in your stomach and made your lips curl up into a smile. "Yes Sho, that's exactly what that means."

He paused again and looked down before you could tell that it finally clicked and he tossed the box onto the counter. "OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!"

There he was. After the moment where it clicked, you couldn't get him to shut up about it.

Atsumu having a baby, one may think was a bad idea because of how childish he is himself.

He patted your back while you threw up, waiting for the results from your pregnancy test to come back. "You know what this means right?" You coughed slightly, hissing at the way your throat burned from the acid. He hummed but you knew he wasn't thinking all the way through. "It means that we're having a baby."

The patting on your back stopped, his hand hovering right above your back and he choked out his next words. "You're saying... you're having a baby with me?"

You chuckled lightly, sitting back onto your butt and placed your back against the wall. "Of course I'd be having a baby with you. Who else would I be having one with, you dummy? What does it say?" You questioned as the alarm on your phone went off.

"There's two lines. That, that means yes right? That means there's going to be a mini me running around, right?!" His eyes started to light up.

"Oh god, I hope not. It better be a mini me."

"I don't think I could handle another you, th- hey!" He realized the slight insult that came from what you said. "Not nice." He pouted but pulled you from your position on the ground and onto his lap. "Oh my god, we're having a baby."

For Meian, it was no surprise that you both have been trying to have a child. It was something you struggled with for years so you didn't care how loud you bursted into the building the Jackals practiced in.

The second the doors slammed open, all eyes were on you and your frantic self. "Shuugo!!" You yelled into the court and his eye fixed on you.

"Babe, what's wrong?! Are you okay?!" He came running over to you, giving you a hand when he saw how out of breath you were. He got even more frantic when he noticed the tears in your eyes. "Woah, woah, woah."

"I knew... I knew... oh my god, I'm sorry." You struggled to catch your breath and finally brought your eyes up to Meian's. "I knew I couldn't get a hold of you during practice but I couldn't wait." You fished in your pocket and threw out your hands towards your husband.

"I-" He took what was in your hand and looked down at it then his eyes shifted to you with furrowed brows. "I..." He kept looking back and forth from you to the test before he dropped it and grabbed onto you. "Oh my god!"

You let out a little squeak as he picked you up and spun you a few times before your feet met solid ground again. "Yeah!" You chirped and smiled largely, tears now free falling on your cheeks, matching ones that began to fall on his.

"Guys!" He shouted to his teammates, and you could say that their eyes turned towards you but from the second you slammed open that door, they questioned your wellbeing. "We're pregnant!" He lifted you up again, as if to show you off. "You guys can go home early tonight. Practice is over!" He let you go and ran over to his bag, grabbing everything and then your hand, rocketing out of the building.

He didn't shut up about it all the way home and for a while after that day.

Inunaki liked teasing and teasing you about anything and everything. One big tease was when you would crave a certain type of food, say your stomach hurt, your back hurt. He'd always joke that you were pregnant.

However, one day, you didn't give him a joking slap back, or side eye him for being stupid and he froze.

"W-why aren't you..? Hit my arm, push me, wh..." His face dropped as he watched you not react the way you normally do. "I'm sorry, I... I can stop teasing you about it." He brought his finger under your chin and lifted your head up to look at him. "I didn't rea-"

"Shion, I'm pregnant." You looked at him, sad that you couldn't last until the big surprise you had next week, but you just couldn't help but flinch and react differently when Inunaki teased you for the umpteenth time.

"Y-you're joking?" His eyes widened, unsure of how to react and his nose twitched. "You know, it's not cool to tease that you actually are. You know that, right?"

You turned and walked away, heading down into the bedroom before emerging again with a box. You handed it to Inunaki with a smile. "I'm not teasing you right now. That's what you do, love."

He looked down at the box and quickly opened it, mouth dropping. "Oh my gosh, you actually are!" He grabbed onto you quickly and pulled you into a hug. "We're going to be parents!"

#baby-baby collab #anime #anime fanfiction #anime x reader #haikyuu #fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #meian shujo #inunaki shion #hinata shoyo #sakusa kiyoomi #bokuto koutarou #miya atsumu #msby jackals #atsumu miya

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amjustagirl · 2 years

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castles in the air: chapter 5

chapters: one.// two.// three.// four.// five.// six.// seven.// eight.// nine.// ten.//

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f! reader genre: romantic dramedy, fluff, angst wc: 5.2k summary: kuroo is your pain in the ass classmate. nothing more. really.

For the first time ever, Kuroo Tetsuro isn’t awake when you leave your room before dawn.

This time though, you’re not wearing your running shoes. Instead, you lug your bag onto your back, wheel your suitcase out of your room. You’ve packed your things long ahead of time, and you were supposed to take the bus back home with Kuroo, but that plan’s definitely moot, after last night. You’re anxious to avoid any prying eyes, and you haven’t slept well, tossing and turning in between bouts of sobs, so you may as well take the bus ride home to calm down, mark the end of an unpleasant chapter of life.

The world feels infinite, and oh so small when you step beyond the dorm’s gates, the sky muted in shades of dark grey, cold air heavy, dead in your lungs. The wheels of your suitcase bump over cracks on the pavement, bag straps digging into the soft flesh in your shoulders. A short wait before the bus trundles down the hill, door whooshing open, the driver calling out a greeting to you.

You get on without turning back.

Your father hasn’t left for work when you reach home. There’s rice and tamagoyaki on the table, garnishes of spring onion, seaweed and furikake on the side. Your mother bustling in the kitchen, too busy to pay you any mind, your little brother still fast asleep, on holiday, just like you.

“Otou-san”, you greet him. He smiles back, wrinkles deeper than you remembered.

“Welcome home, darling.”

You muster all your energy to respond with a kiss to his cheek, try your best to return his smile.

In no world are you a good actress. The fact that you only ever played supporting roles in school growing up is testament to that. But you manage to hold a whole conversation with your parents, explaining why you turned up half a day earlier than expected, updating them that yes, exams went very well, yes, you’re very happy at university, yes, you’re enjoying your classmates, no, there are no boys that have caught your eye, please mom, don’t set me up with your friend’s cousin’s son, he might turn out to be a serial killer -

(that single, solitary lie makes your heart lurch in your chest, but you soldier on)

“When does your lease for your apartment start?” your mum asks, before you can steal away to your bedroom to unpack your precious books, longing already to lose yourself in them in an attempt to wear away the hurt that’s gnawing away in the hollow of your chest.

“The following week, I think”, you reply.

Just in time for your internship with the large bank in Shinjuku that made all your classmates jealous because you were the only freshman they chose to accept. But misfortune never tends to come singly, they haunt you in pairs. On the same day, you find yourself fielding a call from a very apologetic A-chan, who tells you she can’t take up the lease with you in the end, because her mother’s ill and she’ll have to take the semester off school to stay home and nurse her mother back to health.

“It’s nothing serious, thankfully, but I’ll pay my share of the rent until you find a roommate.”

“Nonsense”, you reply briskly, even though you’re panicking at the additional financial burden you’ll have to shoulder. “I’ll figure something out. Go take care of your mom, I’ll swing by with flowers once her surgery’s over.”

Your finance excel skills come in handy when you calculate that it’s impossible for you to afford the apartment without a roommate, unless you take up a full time job. Sure, you could tide yourself over during the internship, the stipend you’ll earn will help as long as you’re frugal with your other expenses (you can skip meals if you really need to) but there’s no way you can shoulder the burden yourself during term-time, even with a part time job. Asking your parents for help is absolutely out of the question - they’ll have to pay for your little brother’s university fees next year, which is why you worked so hard to be eligible for as many scholarships as possible, you won’t even countenance asking them for a single yen more than they’d otherwise have to pay.

One disaster after another. You can’t catch a break.

At least your latest predicament distracts you from your phone, which lights up with texts and calls from Kuroo. You’ve only bothered to read the first one. It took you long enough, riddled as it was with spelling errors, where he claims he’s sorry, he was drunk, he never intended to hurt your feelings, he hopes you can still be friends - you’re too tired to read anymore. You don’t intend on believing the empty words of a fiend, of a liar, and you wait to accumulate enough texts from him to delete them all in one swoop.

You have bigger things to worry about, you tell yourself. There isn’t time to waste being naive. You have no desire to waste any time on Kuroo Tetsuro anymore.

(no more crying, don’t you dare. you’ll forget soon enough that you even cared.)

Waseda’s intranet, fortunately, is your best friend in this situation. You send out a message seeking a roommate who’d be willing to step into the lease at short notice, and thankfully, within a day or two, you’re busy meeting potential roommate candidates to size them up. You reject the first because she has cats (unfortunately, the landlord prohibits that), nearly runs away from the second because she professes to not even know how to use a microwave oven.

“Hello!” The third candidate strides into the cafe at the appointed time, punctual to the dot. She offers her hand to you, and you immediately notice her warm eyes, an open smile. You can’t help but like her already.

“I’m Chinen Yua! I’ll be taking a masters degree at Waseda for the next two years. Glad to make your acquaintance!”

It seems the third time’s the charm. You sign the lease with her the very next day.

Yua - as you now call her after she insisted you drop her family name, because she refuses to be called that when she’s at home, is the best roommate you could ask for. She’s chirpy and caring, a literal sunbeam in human form, and though you find it funny that she deems the little apartment you’ll share for the year ahead home so quickly, within a week of her pottering about the apartment, arranging little knick knacks and fairy lights about the living room and kitchen, your books in their place of honour in the shelf above your study desk, you realise that she might be right after all.

You grow accustomed to coming home after a long day at your internship to a warm welcome, dinner bought from the combini by her (you reciprocate on the weekends, sometimes making a full brunch with pancakes that she devours), to nagging her to sleep instead of staying up all night watching ridiculous dramas that make her sob (you ignore her pointing out that you’re the exact same when the bookstore renews its stock of romance novels).

“It’s because I miss Shugo”, she babbles, as you hand her another tissue. You nod, having heard her gush on and on and on about her love for her boyfriend - the very tall, very dashing Meian Shugo, middle blocker of the MSBY Black Jackals.

“You called him twice today, Yua”, you raise your eyebrows, as she doesn’t stop sobbing over a scene where the protagonist has to split up with her love interest, in order for said very tall, very dashing love interest (who bears an uncanny resemblance to Meian, now that you think about it) to chase his dreams.

“Y-yes, but it’s not enough”, she wails. You pat her back, sigh internally to yourself but fetch her another cup of tea.

Impromptu breakdowns aside, within a month, you feel as if she’s the older sister you’ve never had. She understands when all you want to do is hide in your room with your books to decompress, but she also tactfully tries to lure you out when she thinks it’s time to cheer up by chasing you out of the house for a run, or organising a girls’ night in, with steamboat and a ghibli movie or two.

So it’s easy when she pops her head into your bedroom to sheepishly ask if it’s alright if Meian stays over for the weekend because competition season’s over and he’s got a couple of days off.

“Yeah, of course”, you reply without thinking. “I could stay over at my parents’ so you have the place to yourself - don’t fuck on my bed though, that’d be really gross - “

She squeals your name, and you laugh. “I don’t want to chase you out of the apartment. Not when you have every right to stay here”, she demurs, wringing her hands.

“I mean, I’m all for seeing you get romanced, especially if that stops you from being lovelorn and moping all over our sofa like you did last night. Again. Just y’know - have fun, use protection unless you want to pop out a couple of kids, enjoy your boyfriend to your heart’s content.”

“Thank you”, she gushes, flying off presumably to text her darling Shugo. “You’re the best!”

You do end up meeting one very tall, very handsome Meian Shugo before you head out for your parents’ place. His hand is so large it literally engulfs yours, and you have to bite your tongue not to ask the impertinent questions surfacing in your mind like - what on earth did your parents feed you when you were a baby and - is the weather truly different from up there, but Yua’s got that ridiculous dopey expression on her face that signals that you really shouldn’t dally, so you’re out of there, waving a cheery goodbye to the pair of them.

When you do return, Yua’s sprawled face down on the sofa. There’s no sign of a giant in your apartment, so her soul probably left her body but just for laughs, you take her wrist to pointedly check her pulse, and she lets you, lying limp like a dead fish.

“Shouldn’t you be energised from being exposed to the love of your life?”

She stirs, a zombie rising from the dead. “But now I miss him even more!”

You roll your eyes skywards at her dramatics, even though you sit by her to make sure she’s truly, really, fine. “Hey, at least you have a nice guy in your life that loves you very much -”

That’s definitely the wrong thing to say to a romance junkie longing for her boyfriend. Her head immediately swivels to you and it’s your long honed instincts from fending off your mother’s bad habit of matchmaking you with her friends' very ineligible sons that you jump back, hands outstretched to ward your irrepressible roommate off.

It doesn’t work anyway.

“You should find yourself a nice guy too, so you can understand the pain I’m going through.”

Oh, hell no.

“I think you’ve snared one of the few decent guys in all of Japan. I’ll stick to 2-D men instead, they’re less likely to disappoint”.

Yua has the gall to protest that that’s not true, chattering on that you’re pretty, even if you spend your waking hours either in square, boxy jackets for work or shapeless hoodies, sagging pyjamas, that you really should put yourself out there, get yourself a man. When she adds slyly that Meian’s team has just added a libero to their roster, and he’s super cute, super sweet, and very, very single -

“Yua”, you say, tone firmer than you’ve ever used with her. “Please, stop.”

“You deserve love too - ”

(amber eyes, dim in the dying light. the smell of alcohol, heavy in the night.)

Your stomach lurches. You want to throw up.

“Yua.” She looks up, startled. “Stop.”

She calls your name, you flee to your room. But Yua, despite her bubbly, sweet demeanor, isn’t deterred easily, tailing you even as you stubbornly bury your head into your pillows, refusing to look up at her. “I’m sorry, sweetie”, she murmurs, stroking a cool hand through your hair. “I didn’t mean to push you into something you’re uncomfortable with, but if you want to talk about it, I’m happy to listen anytime.”

“There’s nothing to talk about”, you reply petulantly.

“There isn’t? What about the fact that your phone’s been buzzing with texts and calls from some guy - Kuroo Tetsuro, was it?.”

You want to tell her it’s very much none of her business. You’ve kept the events of that night to yourself, sealing the memory away from even your high school friends. But maybe it’s the warm sympathy in her eyes, the gentleness in her voice that opens the floodgates, and you spill, secret after secret. Your crush on Kuroo Tetsuro - your classmate, the closest friend you’ve made in school. How you built castles in the air centered around him, in hopes that he reciprocated your feelings, or at least saw you for you. How his actions brought your dreams, your carefully cherished castles crashing down into the earth, constituting the worst sort of betrayal because you trusted him, and he repaid you by mocking you, hurting you by humiliating you in front of his entire team.

You don’t realise you’re crying until Yua presses a tissue to your cheek. You take it, numbly brushing them away.

“I suppose it’s my fault for thinking I stood a chance with him.”

(for dreaming. for trying to grasp more than you deserve.)

“Oh, sweetheart”, Yua crushes you into her chest. “How is any of this your fault?”

You fall asleep soon after that, head pillowed on her lap. When you wake, you find her curled up around you, a protective shield. Through the glass of your narrow window, there’s the faintest reflection of daybreak, the lightest dappled sunlight, gleaming just ever so slightly pink and gold.

“I’m sorry about last night”, you tell Yua, shamefacedly hanging your head. You shouldn’t have dumped all your problems on her shoulders, however willing she professed to be. She simply shakes her head, heads out to make you breakfast, hand you a cup of tea.

“Don’t be”, she replies, when the fog of sleep has lifted. “I’m glad you talked to me.”

You shrug, shoulders slumping. “It is what it is”, you say, a touch dramatically. “I’ll die alone, a spinster with ten cats, and maybe they’ll find my body because my cats will get hungry and break out of the apartment for food.”

Yua snorts, a habit she’s picked up from you. “Not all guys are pricks like Kuroo Tetsuro. You just gotta get out there and find a nice one for yourself instead of hiding amongst your books.”

“Yua, have you not listened to a word I’ve said -”

She disregards your protests. “Maybe it’s a bit too soon to say this but my mom always said to strike when the iron’s hot. That worked with Shugo at least - let me tell you, a short skirt worked wonders in getting him to see me as something other than his best friend’s little sister -”

“Yua!” she giggles at your exaggerated gasp. “You hussy!”

“Look, the point is - well, okay, maybe I’ve lost my point -” she waggles her head back and forth, as if she’s allowing her thoughts to rattle in her head before exclaiming anew - “Oh! So - look, if you want something, you gotta go get it for yourself. I’m sure you do that in every other aspect of your life. Shouldn’t you apply the same philosophy to romance?”

You tilt your head at her, confused. “And how am I supposed to do that?”

“By going on dates - think of them as practice exams! By dressing a little prettier - not that you should dress for the male gaze or anything silly like that - my mother would kill me if she heard me say that - but dress to make yourself feel more confident. It’ll make you happier, I swear and when you’re happier, you’ll be more inclined to be open to new people and new experiences and that’s the best way of finding love -”

“Yua”, you interrupt. “You’re rambling again.”

She pinches your cheeks playfully, but for once her eyes are serious.

“You know what I noticed? You’re kind. You’re caring. I see it in so many ways. You always remember to pick up my favourite snack for me when I’m blue, watch my shows with me, even though you hate them. You give me the living room where the internet’s the most steady just so I can call Shugo, and you don’t even tell me off when I get a little loud and you’ve got to wake up early for work the next day. And it’s not just me - you’ve got a soft spot for the oldies in the building, always helping them with their bags.”

“That’s not - I’m not a nice person, Yua. Don’t make it sound like I am”, you insist.

“You are, but for some reason, you refuse to show it, hiding instead behind sharp words. You judge people because you’re scared of being judged yourself. All that results in is you hiding behind your books, convinced that real love - the type that exists outside of the written page - is not meant for you.”

Maybe what she’s said is true. You’ve internalised your fears and insecurities, dressing it up in your prejudiced manner towards your classmates, towards most new people you meet, never letting them breach the buttressed walls you’ve put up. But the thought of pulling your walls down for everyone to see you for who you are scares you, when your trust has already been broken once before.

“What if it is?”

“You won’t know if you never try.”

You - you are scared. Letting yourself be vulnerable scares you, more than it should. But there’s sense in what she’s said, as you mull over her words until your tea grows cold. It was an impulse on your part to even reach out to Kuroo that fateful lecture, and that led you to a firm friendship, regardless of how it ended. Perhaps you were over-hasty in dismissing the rest of your classmates, limiting your circle of friends out of projected fears, deep-held insecurities. Perhaps, you could do better. Perhaps you can be brave enough to build more castles in the sky, in the hopes that one will eventually stick, even if there’s the risk that they might be brought down into the ground.

You look up at Yua. “Where should I start?”

“Yua, no.”

You stare at the outfit she’s put you in with abject horror. It’s too short, too bright, too - too everything, not to mention the fact that you’ll probably freeze to death if you wore this dress out. You deeply regret allowing Yua to play dress up with you as her victim.

“Oh, yes.”

You pull at its hem, shifting from foot to foot. You stare at the mirror before you. You don’t recognise the girl that stares back at you - she’s in a dress that you’d never pick out by yourself, not that it’s not pretty, but you just - you hardly wear anything this tight and form fitting.

Dresses like that…well, it’s just not you.

“Absolutely not.”

“Come on”, Yua wheedles. “Do you not like it because you genuinely feel uncomfortable, or because it’s unfamiliar to you?”

“Because I look stupid”, you grumble, folding your arms in front of your chest. That’s another thing - the neckline is so low, you’ll probably fall out of it, if you tilt the slightest bit forward, not that you really can lean forward without exposing your underwear, that’s how ridiculously short this stupid dress is -

“Fine”, Yua puts up her hands, signalling defeat. “Why don’t you try this one instead?”

She hands you another dress that’s still somewhat impractical for winter (all dresses are, you’d argue), but it’s soft and woolen and hugs all the right places. It reminds you a little of the sweater dress you wore on New Year’s eve, nevermind that it was forced onto you by your friends. You actually feel kind of - well, somewhat pretty in it. You twirl around in front of the mirror, feeling a little like a kitchen maid sneaking off to the ball, and decide you might actually like what you’re wearing.

“I like it!”

“Great!” she says, too-easily, and you somewhat suspect you’ve been played. “Just in time, cos Shugo’s coming by after his practice match anytime soon, and Shion will come with him - ”

Your nerves hit you like a sledgehammer.

“Yua”, you say. “Are you sure - are you sure this is a good idea? I’ve never been on a date! What if I make a fool of myself - I mean, I know he’s not looking for anything serious, I’m just coming along as a fourth wheel but seriously, seriously - ”

“Practice exam, remember”, Yua says gaily, fixing her hair. At least she didn’t force you to wear make-up, you drew a hard line at that. “Just have fun!”

Just have fun, she said. The doorbell rings, and your stomach tries to claw its way out of your throat. Definitely the opposite of fun. “Shugo!” Yua shrieks, flinging herself into her boyfriend’s arms, and you wait patiently, resisting the urge to chew your nails, glancing nervously at the brown haired man watching bemused as his teammate gets willingly mauled by your roommate.

“I’m Inunaki”, he bows politely to you. Stunned, you greet him with a bow of your own.

Dinner goes fine, you suppose. Yua is all snuggled up with Shugo in the booth seat across from you, leaving you and Inunaki to strike up a conversation as best you can.

“Yua tells me you’re treating this as a practice exam”, he says, smiling wide, flashing you a row of perfect, white teeth.

You glare at your roommate, but she’s too busy trying to get herself thrown out of the restaurant for public displays of affection to pay you any mind.

“I’ve never been on a date before and Yua convinced me to practice - as if it’s something you can get good at”, you confess, heat already creeping up the back of your neck. This is such a bad idea, no matter what Yua said - you can’t believe you’re actually out with a pro-athlete, even if neither of you are looking for anything serious. Little old cranky you, who prefers hiding amongst her fortress of books instead of actual, real-life people -

“C’mon. How about we get out of here, let the two lovebirds have some privacy?”

Wordlessly, you let him lead you out of the restaurant, down bustling Tokyo streets until you reach Shinjuku junction, throngs of people passing you, neon lights flashing, an array of billboards to distract you. He bumps your shoulder lightly with his elbow, grins when you turn to look at him.

“Since you’re in need of some practice, why don’t you take me somewhere you think would be a good place for a first date?”

“I can’t promise I’ll be good company”, you warn. “Or be any good at - at this at all.”

“Practice makes perfect. You can flirt with me until you get it right”, he laughs as you hide your face in your hands, embarrassed by his straightforwardness, waiting patiently until you recover and decide which direction to steer him in.

Desperation and sheer embarrassment makes you tumble into your favourite ice cream shop, nevermind that it’s the tail-end of winter. Inunaki doesn’t seem to mind, gamely ordering a huge sundae and two cups of hot chocolate, informing you merrily that it’s the off-season, so he doesn’t have to heed his nutritionist’s instructions, even though he’s sure he’ll pay for it when he’s back full-time at training.

“It sounds hard, being a full time athlete”, you comment, stirring marshmallows into your drink.

“It’s worth it if you love the game, I think. But enough about me, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

It’s a transparent attempt to ease you into conversation, but you appreciate his thoughtfulness. You trade stories about university and work, about your childhoods. He’s easy-going, quick to laughter, roaring with mirth when you admit that you were relieved when you discovered he wasn’t a giant like Meian. He tells you it’s one of the few times his height (or lack thereof) has been a boon, and not a curse.

“Yua must need a ladder to climb Meian”, you giggle. “At least, a girl like me can reach you easily.”

“I’d be down to practise that if a pretty girl like you is asking”, he says cheekily as you clap your hands over your mouth, aghast at what you’ve just said.

You scold him for being a flirt. He laughs even harder, but you find yourself not minding it at all.

It’s a conversation that flows easily, now that you’ve let go of any insecurities, any preconceived notions about either him or you. You forget you ever dreaded the very thought of going out on a blind (practice) date and regret its end, when he does the chivalrous thing, walks you all the way home. He claims that it’s a necessary gesture, lest he court extra laps from his captain for being a shitty date to a friend of a friend.

“It’s not a real date so Meian really wouldn’t mind”, you say. “It really doesn’t count, it’s fine.”

He pauses on your front step. “It’s a pity that I’m not looking for anything serious, or I’ll definitely ask you out on a second date.”

His smile is earnest. You decide he’s telling the truth.

“Thank you”, you reply, giddy with relief. “I’m glad I didn’t screw up, at least. A successful practice - check!”

You suddenly realise he’s eyeing you with a look you can’t quite decipher. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, there’s a sudden press of lips to your cheek. He steps back, a hint of regret in the curve of his smile.

“You aced it, pretty girl. Do yourself a favour and find yourself a guy who actually deserves you, okay?”

You’re so shocked you’re unable to react, watching him leave after he bids you goodnight, goodbye.

“He kissed you?!”

You’re tempted to see if it’s possible to suffocate yourself from being buried alive in couch cushions to avoid the too-bright, too-eager look in your irrepressible roommate’s eyes, but you nod anyway. You regret it immediately.

��See! Told you trying to be open to - to things like dates with nice boys, and clothes that make you feel confident, not frumpy might be a very, very good thing! And I bet you weren’t cranky and snarly for once, that probably helped - I don’t know why you insist on hiding behind your grumpiness all the time. Well, now all you gotta do is continue this streak of trying new things!”

“It’s just one kinda successful date with no follow-up cos Inunaki-san isn’t looking for romance right now, you’re reading too much into this”, you snark back, because Shion might have been the right person (perhaps, perhaps), but he’s clearly entered your life at the wrong time.

Still, Yua seems undeterred, deeming your date with Inunaki as an unrivalled success. You think she’s drunk on Meian, but feels too bad to gush about her absolute hunk of a boyfriend (her words, not yours) that she’s trying to burnish up your non-existent, pathetic love life. But maybe, just maybe, she’s right. Stepping out of your comfort zone, saying yes to new people, to new experiences might actually be a good thing. Who knows what might come your way if you just try?

Maybe, just maybe it’s time to be brave. It’s time to stop being afraid of what might come your way.

That thought sticks with you when you catch sight of a “help wanted” sign in the window of your favourite bookshop, a cute boy with dark eyes greeting you solemnly when you walk in to enquire about a part time job, gnawing incessantly at the back of your mind when your professor emails you about setting up introductory lectures and tutoring sessions with incoming freshmen, when you say yes to some of your university friends inviting you to a karaoke session, a night out for drinks with them and their larger circle of friends. You watch your words more, try not to give in to your impulses to lash out with sharp words whenever you feel uncomfortable, and resort to human kindness instead.

To your surprise, your efforts are slowly reciprocated. You’re welcome with warm smiles and open arms.

“I asked Akaashi-kun from the bookstore out on a date”, you tell Yua. Predictably, she shrieks. You stuff your fingers in your ears patiently until she subsides. “Could you help me choose what to wear?”

A wicked, cheeky grin grows on her face. “Why, I thought you’d never ask.”

Another castle in the air starts to form.

You continue building them fearlessly, despite knowing they may topple into the ground. That’s the very nature of dreams. The whole point is to keep striving for them, in the hopes that one day, some day, they might come true. And if they don’t - well, at least you were brave enough to try, brave enough to start dreaming again.

That’s an achievement in and of itself.

Your second year of school begins in a swirl of pink and white petals.

You’re in class before the petals and leaves strewn on the sidewalk disintegrate from the stampede of students rushing around. There’re a lot of considerations behind choosing the perfect seat, not right in front where you have to crane your head to peer up at the lectern, not too far behind where you’re liable to get distracted. Four rows up from the bottom, dead in the center, but to your annoyance someone’s already occupying the seat besides, a certain someone you were hoping to avoid.

A dark plume of unruly hair. A lopsided, wry smile that borders on a smirk.

Fuck. Kuroo Tetsuro is trying to say hi.

Horrors of horrors - you rear back, about to turn on your heel to fly down the stairs, screw getting the perfect seat. You and Yua discussed the possibility of him approaching you to talk because your past self and him signed up for the same classes, even had an agreement to continue working together. You had a plan to greet him politely with some dignity intact, before avoiding him for the rest of the semester. But before you can make your escape, he catches your wrist with catlike reflexes.

Plans foiled, but you still can recover from this.

“Kuroo-san”, you greet him stiffly, mindful of curious glances being thrown your way from your classmates streaming into the room. “I hope you’ve been well.”

He ignores any attempt at pleasantries. “D’you think we can talk?”

You certainly do not want to talk. But your attempts at shaking him off fail.

He doesn’t let go.

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a/n: pretty please, tell me what you think?

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kuroo tetsuro #Kuroo Tetsurou #Kuroo Tetsurō #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #Meian shugo #inunaki shion #msby #neko ears #castles in the air #storm chaser universe #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu romance

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cherry knots, msby jackals edition part 01.

MINORS DNI.

+ original post: hq boys + cherry knots ; part 02: ft. shoyo hinata, adriah tomas, kiyoomi sakusa, oriver barnes.

characters ! kōtarō bokuto, shion inunaki, shūgo meian, and atsumu miya.

highly suggestive, so minors dni to this one, babey + tw: dry humping/grinding, spit? + this is a more detailed headcanon for the jackals + oh, you know, it’s just me and my wired brain thinking ‘ooh, i wonder which hq character would know how to cherry knot?’ + yes, there will be a part two for the other half !

masterlist ; taglist!

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ,

bo’s one of those boys who didn’t know this was a thing

until you asked him if he wanted one

ngl, he thought it was some kind of drink or maybe dessert

until one day you ran your fingers through the top of his hair until you reach the nape of his neck, and you tug, surprising him, and with a cherry in between your lips, you dove in.

bo’s eyes had blown wide as you tried to keep your smirk so you could finish the stem. once it’s done, you pull away, cleaning your mouth with a grin as bo is just gobsmacked for the next five whole seconds until he’s basically begging you to teach him how to do that because “baby that was so sexy, omg, can you teach me?!”

you spend practically the next hour just sat on his lap, his palms rubbing your back as you both practiced

it gets messy, let’s be real

but being settled on your boyfriend’s lap whilst his hands roam and tighten in places as he focuses on your mouth and tongue??

*kill bill sirens*

it takes him a couple of tries, half the time the two of you end up pausing to giggle, cleaning spit, but he doesn’t stop until he’s perfected it

now bo constantly asks you to sit on his lap and tie stems together

this always leads to something more with him bc now he’s hard and you’re hot and bothered, and it just makes sense

INUNAKI SHION,

your darling boyfriend has always been so sweet and respectful, used to his light teasing and nosing your hair to murmur you by his favoured endearment: “sweet angel, how’ve you been?”

so imagine your surprise when you tell him you want try tying a cherry knot and as you slot your mouth against him, you let out a yelp as shion has completely pulled you to him, thrusting his tongue until he got command of the stem and knotted it successfully against yours

it takes him seconds, the darling

as you step away from him, furiously blushing as you slap his chest

mans grinning like crazy, wiping your mouth with his thumb.

“was that enough or do you need more sessions?”

“you— shion, who taught you that?”

as soon as you started pouting, shion pouted in return, pulling you to him to cradle you around. “doesn’t matter now, does it? mouth’s all yours, darling. plus, never tasted anything sweeter than my sweet angel. have anymore of those cherries? want to teach me your version?”

shion keeps you in his lap until your pout disappears

MEIAN SHŪGO,

another mans who knows! what! he’s! doing!

you cannot tell me otherwise, your honour

in fact the day you proudly ask him if he wants a cherry knot, it was a lazy sunday, one of the few days you got the captain for yourself— he chuckles and brings you to his lap, rubbing soothing circles on your sides, thighs, and says, “who taught you that, sweetheart?”

“i’m not even shock you know how, shugo.”

he puts the cherry on his tongue, tilts your chin down to meet his lips, and does it slowly; pulling out as much sweet moans and breathy whimpers out of you whilst his hands explore the contours of your body, reaching to your waist and grinding you down against him which makes you keen and he chuckles against your mouth, the bastard

if ya’ll don’t spend hours trying to win the stem and tie it to each other, and try to see who’s the first one to make the other all hot and bothered, then idek idek

man is a menace in the best way possible, and now your sundays aren’t as lazy as they were before

and honestly, who are you to complain

MIYA ATSUMU,

i am firm on the fact this man did not know how

samu did and i will elaborate on this later, but this mans first lovers were all very sweet, innocent types. if some of them did know how, they never managed to teach him/let him know

but then there was you, oh you were sweet and tart and wonderful, and when you asked him if he wanted to try something fun, he wiggled his eyebrows and opened his arms and thighs for you, “c’mere, angel, always up for sum’ fun with my baby”

as he was sitting down, you slotted yourself in between his thighs and elbows rested on his shoulders as he complied with the familiar position, settling his big hands on your waist and back, roaming through with his big, warm palms

what his smirky ass did not expect was for you to hold his neck tight, not enough to bruise but enough for his eyebrows to shoot up, and blow his fricken mind

you cannot tell me this man was not a blushing, gaping mess afterwards, trying to form a sentence whilst you snickered

as he burrowed his face in your neck, you rubbed his back comfortingly, but then he pulled back, eyes narrowed, “did ya have fun, huh? how’d you know how to do that?”

“hehe, i remembered i know how to do it after samu and i talked and he said he knew how.”

“SAMU KNOWS HOW?! BABY, YA GOTTA TEACH ME!”

EXTRA—

MIYA OSAMU,

this man knew how and kept it to himself, a trump card against his brother

in one of the rare days he was at home and wasn’t busting his ass in onigiri miya, and he was experimenting with flavours, freshly bought groceries littered across the counters and tables

you saw he got some cherries, and you smile, twirling it when you ask if him if he knew how to knot a cherry

your ass did not believe him when he nodded, still busy, so you voiced your sentiments, entering his field of space and poking at him, making him lose concentration, until he’s lifted you to the counter with one swoop and tugged your lips to meet his; you didn’t even notice he had taken the cherry you were spinning until you squeaked when his tongue moved against yours

your left breathless under his gaze, blushing.

despite it all, he smirked cos mans is proud about it

“am a little busy, pretty girl, but i can do more later, kay? what about you taste this one and tell me if its good?”

made by lavi <3

taglist: @asaitashi, @sakusasimpbot

reminder, i will not tag ageless blogs with nsfw content.

#miya atsumu x reader #meian shugo x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto smut #atsumu smut #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu x reader #inunaki shion x reader #haikyuu smut #inunaki smut #meian smut #haikyuu headcanons #lovemeian.#lvmn.shorts #mine.#tw: dry humping #tw: spit #husband <3

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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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"...Um, Shion, I was wondering... if you would be willing... To wear the Jackasuke costume this weekend for Children’s Day? ...so, are you up for it?"

for @shinunaki <3

Tried redrawing another old Haikyuu fanart (see below), a scene from Chapter 14: "jackasuke falls flat" of @mooshys's "msby black jackals online!" on AO3, featuring the V-League Division 1 team's libero Inunaki Shion.

tagging @hanayanetwork; also this is the first of two art pieces featuring MSBY Black Jackals' Wan-san :)

#inunaki shion #msby black jackals #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #hq fanart #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #inunaki fanart #inunaki x you #inunaki x reader #inunaki x y/n #tahonet #tht.sinta #hanaya network #🐱saku.doodle

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 6 months

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MSBY Group Chat

*Hypothetical* Question

MSBY x GN! Manager

Warnings: swearing

AN: apologies for being mia. I’ve been dealing with a lot mentally as well as having a kid who has a broken bone in their ankle and foot 😌 I’m beyond over this year : D

*idk why some of the memes are smaller than Seijoh’s chance of ever getting to Nationals but please go with it 🙄

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sanzuchiro · 3 years

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𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞

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pairings: MSBY x fem! athletic trainer

“So look me in the eyes. Tell me what you see.”

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from @inunakisthigh

“Have you ever ‘purposely’ aimed your serve on your teammates?”

Sakusa: No, why would I?

"that's a lie."

Sakusa: fine, there was one time, it was during one of our games with Alders. He drank from my water bottle that time and I was really pissed at him.

Atsumu: What?! I just drank it on accident!

Sakusa: Aren’t you curious if my water bottle smells and taste like alcohol? You even played rock, paper, scissors with Hinata and Bokuto to decide who will drink it?

“That’s the last question for today, thank you for your hard work, Miki-san.” she bowed, thanking the expert.

“We aren’t done yet (Name)-san!” Hinata beamed, a sinister grin appeared in his lips. This raised a red flag in the back of her head. Uh-oh, I don’t like this atmosphere.

“Come on (Name)-san! It’ll be fun!” Bokuto encouraged her, she just sweatdrop at his enthusiasm. Nothing fun will come from this. She find the eyes of the coach and about to get help but she saw the smile she was giving her. Urging her to do it.

“Coach?! You are in this too?!” her tone was full of betrayal.

“You need to have some fun sometimes, (Name),” he said, chuckling as he walked away from the group. She just sighed in defeat and sat on the chair.

“C’mon (Name), it’ll be fun! Plus ya get a one-week vacation and Coach ‘ere will be the one to pay.” Atsumu said. The polygraph expert was attaching something on her fingers and chest. It was to measure her pulse, blood pressure, skin conductivity, and breathing.

The cameras were also set up in front of them, the blinking red light is the sign that it was already recording.

“Due to the request of our fans, here we are with our lovely athletic trainer, (Last name) (Name). And now, she’s answerin’ some of the yer questions that ya have tweeted for her.” Atsumu said and presented her like he was promoting some kind of appliance. Inunaki was the one who picked from the fishbowl first.

from @atchumoomiya

“Did you regret applying as an athletic trainer for MSBY?”

(Name): Honestly speaking, yes.

“She’s saying the truth.” the polygraph expert says

Atsumu: Ha?! Ya regret workin’ with us?

(Name): Well, I thought I would be working with full-grown adults but I get to work with four adults and four men that are a child at heart.

Bokuto: I think I’m at the adult side, right (Name)-san?!

Atsumu: No, Bokkun, you and Hinata are definitely on the other option.

Adriah: You and Sakusa are no exception. The four of you are Meian and (Name)’s main source of stress.

from @msbyfangirl

“Out of all the members of Jackals, who is a boyfriend material?”

There was a short pause after the question was read. She bit her lower lip, very hesitant to speak because of the expecting eyes staring at her. In short, she was very pressured to answer.

(Name): Well, they are all-

Atsumu: Come on, (Name)! Just tell your opinion, no one will be offended, right?

Sakusa: That is the line of a person who get offended at the end if they are not chosen.

Atsumu: Shuddup, Omi-kun!

(Name): In my opinion they are all boyfriend material but Bokuto-san and Inunaki-san stands out. I think they are the type of boyfriend who is caring and spoils their s/o with cuddles.

Meian: I see that in Bokuto but Inunaki getting soft? I think you mistook Hinata for Inunaki.

Inunaki: What the [censored] was that supposed to mean? Oh [censored] I forgot they are recording.

from @izukeishima

“I’m curious about something, you’re a figure skater aren’t you? When I was in high school, I watched a figure skating competition on 20** in Vancouver and you’re the girl in white dress, I think. I can’t take my off you! You look so elegant when you skate.

All eyes landed on her, she felt her cheeks warming up because of that. But it didn’t last long when Hinata broke it.

Hinata: Woah! It’s true! (Name)-san really competed in Vancouver. You look cool! How can you twirl like that in the ice?!

(Name): Hey! Don’t search it up! This is embarrassing, yes I am that girl in white dress. When I was still in high school, I competed in a figure skating competition.

from @sakusastan

“Who is the top ten good looking volleyball player in your opinion?”

(Name): I think I will keep that opinion to myself. I still want to live longer no thanks.

from @kageyamasmilkjug

“(Last name)-san is very pretty! Did any famous volleyball players slide into your dms?”

Bokuto read the question aloud, she bit the insides of her cheeks. Thinking whether she should answer or not. In her mind, she’s thinking that if she answered the question, Atsumu and Bokuto will definitely took a note of the names she might say.

Atsumu: Now that’s the type of question we want! Bokkun, take note of what will she say.

Bokuto: Roger that!

(Name): *sighs because of the duo*

Hinata: Atsumu-san, I think you're the only one who like that kind of question.

(Name): No one

“she’s lying.”

Barnes: That’s expected, I mean every time we are reversing another team, I always caught some of their members starting at her.

Sakusa: They aren’t even subtle while doing it. Take Atsumu for example, he was so lost in thought that he got hit by a ball in his face during the time we versed Rajin.

Bokuto: Oh I remember that incident! And the other one, do you remember it when Tsumu slip during the fansigning day because he’s busy glaring at the man who’s hitting on (Name)-san. He didn’t noticed the stairs and slipped.

Inunaki: simp, a wild simp has appeared

Atsumu: Hey! That’s not true!

(Name): Fine! There are some players that slide into my dms but I will never tell you their names.

Atsumu: Aww! (Name)-chan, why?!

She doesn’t have the guts to say that his twin and Sakusa’s cousin slid into her dms. It would be pure chaos and she’s not ready for it.

#msby x reader #hq atsumu #hq bokuto #hq hinata #hq sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #Miya Atsumu #hinata shōyō #bokuto kotaro #shugo meian #shion inunaki #oliver barnes #adriah thomas

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sassycheesecake · 1 year

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A/N: I had this exact dream but with Atsumu. I wanted to try and write for Meian, cuz he hot as hell. Also, I don’t know if Japanese Pro Volleyball Teams have Managers, but in this story they do. Enjoy :) +18

words: 5145

genre: a lil‘ angst, fluff, smut in the beginning

warnings: sex dream, cursing