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ayyyez · 1 year

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Haikyuu you say? Can you do kageyama, goshiki, and Tsuki headcanons? Their love languages, relationship headcanons sfw and nsfw, or anything you want!!

A/N: Bless youuuu! Thank you for sending one in for me and oh this ones really good! I love options. YES KAGS! Some characters I haven't done yet yeeees. I can do this for sure <3

TAGS: relationship headcanons, love languages, dating them headcanons, fluff, smut under the cut, each one has a little bit of smut after the fluff, praise, words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time

CHARACTERS: Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Goshiki Tsutomu

KAGEYAMA TOBIO:

Kind of awkward almost shy in the beginning like he's afraid of doing something wrong to ruin your relationship. He's aware that the things he says can be taken the wrong way and doesn't want that to happen with you.

If you ask him about it he will just 'I'm sorry, I don't want to mess this up.'

'Mess what up?'

'Us.' He's so serious too, blush over his cheeks and everything.

You have to set him straight and assure him it's fine to mess up. You're not going to break up with him over a misunderstanding. Plus you know what he's like by now.

Give him a reassuring hug and maybe a big smooch and he's all better. Also, he's a sucker for head pats, especially if your fingers really work and get tangled in there. He pushes into your touch like he craves it.

Tobio wants to be good for you so he feels reassured by this even more. He's your good boy.

Speaking of wanting to be good, words of affirmation are very big for him in terms of love languages. Praising him and acknowledging him is assure way into his heart.

Tell him things like 'Wow that set was so impressive!' and 'I never get tired of watching you play.' It really brightens his day. It also gets him going~ if you know what I mean.

Tell him you love him, little compliments about his outfits, that you appreciate him. These all go a long way. 'Damn baby you're looking extra good today!'

He stops and blushes all bashful before a smile crosses his lips. 'Thanks.' He says, pressing a kiss to your temple. 'You look good too.' His hands slide up and down your sides. 'But you always look good.'

'Well aren't you sweet.'

Even that gives him a little extra pep him his step. Being told he is sweet. Because he'll be anything for you! Sweet, loving, affectionate. As long as he can be yours.

Likes spending time just the two of you at home for dates. But isn't afraid to also take you out and spoil you. Kind of gets a sense of pride holding your hand in public.

Also big on other kinds of physical touch but more in private. Relies on you to recharge his battery after a long day. Just falls against you and cuddles.

Craves your warmth and affection. Wants you to stroke his hair. Likes it when you whisper those sweet affirmations to him at the same time.

Likes lying on top of you and pressing his face against your chest. Kind of has thing for you chest. Also a thing for squeezing your chest. The size doesn't matter nor does it matter if you've got breasts or pecs, he's just fixated there.

There are times he likes to just bury himself there, mouth attached to your nipple, sucking and licking to his hearts content. Will nip just to play around.

Works the other nipple with his fingers. Sometimes is there for ages ignoring how hard he is in his sweats.

It doesn't matter that he's been leaking pre-cum for ages. He contents himself by thrusting against you every now and again to relieve it.

It's not until your hands thread into his hair, tug at the roots and pull him up that he remembers to continue to the next step. He's a little dazed and starry eyed so bear with him.

Then your hands are on his cock and he's whining, begging for you to make him cum after he's edged himself for so long without even realising it.

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Tsukishima held his cards close to his chest until the moment the confession came and then all of a sudden he's dating you and he's not really sure how to switch to being vulnerable.

His cards don't all come down onto the table right away.

You've sort of got to pry them from him or just wait until he naturally gives them to you (either way he needs little pushes because he's rather stubborn).

He's not overly affectionate and sappy. But will catch you of guard sometimes with soft smiles or stares in your direction.

'What?' You'll ask.

'I'm just looking. Got a problem with that?'

'Not if you give me a kiss.'

'Tch.' Gives you one anyway. And not just some cheap chaste kiss. Puts the whole Tsukki back into it. A big old passionate kiss.

'Happy now?'

'Not quite.'

Rolls his eyes but he's smirking because yeah he's coming in for another kiss. and another and another. The kiss deepens and ohh here comes that tongue at a steady pace. Nice and easy. But oh does it take your breath away.

He can be sweet and a little shit all at once.

Will walk over and bonk you on the head for attention. The second you whip around to scold him he will steal a kiss. Sometimes its on the forehead, other times its the cheek but there's other times its smack bang on the lips.

Pulls away smirking like. 'Hey.'

Punch him honestly, he will just give you another one. Or laugh. Which ever one you don't mind about.

Loves to tease you but really enjoys partners who keep him in check about being a shit or tease him back. Humble him he finds it hot. Will be all 'Tch.' but inside he's like 'Damn, you really can handle me.' Wants to kiss you real bad but won't if it's in public. Just gets all smirky lol.

His love language probably falls more on the quality time side of things. Just being able to hang out and exist together is most important to him.

It doesn't always have to be big dates. He's good with easy hangouts at home with homecooked meals, watching movies together, listening to music and just chilling. Prefers it honestly.

He does, not that he'll admit it out loud, like going out occassionally just to show off that you're together. Kind of has this complex about it. Feels a rush of superiority having been the one to bag you. Drapes an arm around your shoulder or waist proudly, head held high. Ha, you're his.

The complex kind of falls in reverse though in terms of making him feel a little self conscious. Feels like he doesn't deserve you sometimes. Doesn't seek reassurance but tries not to be such an asshole from time to time.

Goes through 'I've gotta be good for you.' Phases. Where he thinks he really needs to be better. You can pick up on it and assure him he's fine, just a little prickly sometimes. 'Aren't we all?'

Huffs when you pepper kisses all over his face to make him feel better. Appreciates it though.

Does appreciate and crave a bit of that physical touch too. Isn't always good at initiating it. Sometimes sits there craving it while staring holes into the back of your head.

That's your cue to climb on into his lap and just hold him and kiss him all over. Nip and suck at his neck to hear those sweet gasps and moans.

His hands will find your waist and hold you tight. That allows you to naturally push down against him. Before you know it the two of you are grinding together.

Exchanging kisses, touches and and dry humping all the way to that sweet friction until that final release. He's not even embarrassed because hey, the both of you got lost in the moment.

The two of you are just crazy about each other.

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU

This guy omg, he flits between hell yeah you're going out with him to wow he can't believe you're actually going out with him. Bear with him alright? He's a bit all over the place emotionally.

The biggest sweetie though. Like, he always has your best interests at heart but is super self sacrificing at the start.

You have to be like boy! You need to tell me what you want too! This relationship is between two people! Please!

Appreciates you so much for it. Takes awhile to get there but is finally to be able start actually breaking that habit and tell you how he's feeling and what he wants to do.

Takes you on cute little dates. Starts wanting to show off in other ways other than just his volleyball skills. (totally compliment him on those btw he will love you forever)

Shows off by taking you to restaurants he thinks you'll like. Really gushes if he is right and you like the food. 'I'm just really good at picking places, I'm so glad you like the food.'

You snort but don't pay it much mind. 'Sure thanks for bringing me.'

You've got to give it to him for at least getting his confidence back right? It's kind of sweet.

Always asks permission to do things, like even the little things, doesn't just do it. 'Can I hold your hand?' or 'Can I hold you.' even 'Can I kiss you.' It's very endearing.

He has a blush on his cheeks every time even after you've been in a relationship for awhile. It's not that he's nervous anymore he's just really excited still. He will always be exited to be with you!

Really wants you to be at his games (if you can). He says it gives him extra strength knowing you're there cheering him on in person. Always asks for a kiss before the match too. It's for luck.

If you can't make it to the game he will ask for two extra kisses for EXTRA luck. Honestly he will just miss you but you don't need to know that. He also just likes kissing you.

The first time he tried to kiss you he accidentally got your nose. Was so embarrassed you had to grab him and kiss him to make him calm down. It didn't calm him down but it made him stop babbling lmao.

His love language is also Word of affirmation so praise that guy! Tell him you appreciate him and that he's the coolest, most talented guy you know.

One time, in bed while you were giving him a handjob you told him that he was the hottest, strongest ace you've ever seen and he let out the loudest moan and came right there and then. You just caressed his face and stroked him through it.

That's how you learnt that words of praise REALLY affected him. Especially in the bedroom. You could be in the middle of making out or having sex and a few praising words will having him moaning and tettering on the edge.

It's fascinating to watch just how quickly his brows knit together and his whines spill out.

Goshiki is very big on reciprocation too. He never likes to leave you hanging if he cums first. A bit of an overachiever too. If he cums once before you, he wants to make you cum twice.

Will spend hours going down on you. Kissing and biting up and down your thighs. Sometimes gets a bit hung up marking you he needs some help getting directions back to the main event.

Won't ever forget to please you though. Just likes to admire every inch of your body first.

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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bf that says “told ya, I’d win it” while suffocating you with a ginormous stuffed animal as if the other legendary prizes he won at the other booths for you weren’t enough

and would do it again (affectionate)

—BOKUTO, Hinata, ATSUMU, KAGEYAMA, Osamu, OIKAWA, Kyoutani, Aone, Goshiki, Daichi, KUROO, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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“Yeah, I’m with my friend…”

How various Haikyu boyfriends would respond to you calling them your friend on a phone call

Immediately appalled. Will take the phone from your hand and say “yes hello this is YNs BOYFRIEND! Yes you heard me correctly!” Will do this while simultaneously glaring at you

OIKAWA, ATSUMU, Iwaizumi, Daichi, TANAKA, Hanamaki, SUGA, Nishinoya, Yaku, Kuroo, Kyotani, Terushima, Yamamoto, HOSHIUMI

He’s honestly so hurt, like HOW COULD YOU?!? Immediately thinks your relationship is over and will definitely start crying. Crawls on his knees to you and is like “YN please- YN what did I do now? Hey hey- are we still dating? Please Yn I’m sorry!”

BOKUTO, Hinata, Koganegawa, Asahi, Goshiki, Aran, Shibayama, Lev, Inuoka, Yamagata, Komori

Oh he’s gonna be P to the E to the TTY! Will probably give you the silent treatment for a while until you say something. Then they will respond with something like “oh I had no clue you cared so much about your FRIEND YN”

TSUKISHIMA, Suna, Kunimi, MATSUKAWA, Ennoshita, Tendo, Kenma, Shirabu, Yahaba, OSAMU, Kawanishi, Konoha, Hirgumi, Sakusa

The ones who say nothing, at first… then when you hang up the phone they will calmly address their concerns. “YN, I noticed you referred to me as a friend instead of your boyfriend. Is everything ok?”

KITA, Kindaichi, Semi, Akaashi, Watari, Washio, Reon, Omimi, Akagi, Ginjima, Kai, Fukunaga, Narita, Kinnoshita

Bitch doesn’t even know you referred to him as a friend. Totally zoned tf out

Kageyama, Ushijima

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loveephia · 1 year

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*immediately bolted here as soon as i saw my favourite hq writer open these prompts again >:D*

"i cant get over how a few months ago i wanted to learn your name and now youre having breakfast with me in my sweater" + goshiki 🥹🥹🥹 (stay safe and stay hydrated phia love u <333)

#8'S LOVE STORY | goshiki tsutomu

prompt: "i can't get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, goshiki gushing over you and perhaps getting distracted during practice while thinking about you, you're his upperclassmen (second year), tendō is a wingman and brownie enthusiast, you like baking, quite long.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: gosh this was so fun to write that it became a one-shot instead of a drabble. i've never gotten a goshiki request so this was a good challenge for me. i really hope that i got him and the rest of shiratorizawa's personalities right! TYSM AND ILY HIKARIII ENJOY READING GIRL!!! :D

"her name.. what's her name?!" goshiki tsutomu mentally groaned with furrowed brows, peeking out from his classroom door to look at you, his beautiful upperclassmen. you were a responsible girl who did everything at your own pace, hence the clipboard in your hands to check your schedule for the day. if the student council of shiratorizawa accepted second years, you definitely would've at least been the secretary.

goshiki heard your name once from a few of your friends, but he.. just can't remember!

so here he is, irritatedly sipping on his juice box while staring you down. although not on purpose, of course.

"what's up, goshiki! what are we lookin' at?" tendō appears out of nowhere, accidentally spooking the poor wing spiker. goshiki turns his head to look over his shoulder, "huh?! tendō, what are you doing here?! aren't the third year's classrooms all the way on the third floor?"

"what a smart little cookie you are!" tendō ruffled goshiki's hair. "well, y'know how shiratorizawa's annual bake sale is coming up? i'm trying to find y/n because i heard that she's handling the preparations this year. i wanna see if i can get some of her famous two-bite brownies in advance before they sell out again!" tendō hisses at the bitter memory.

tendō can still recall the stinging feeling of how he wasn't able to purchase last year's batch because a volleyball game overlapped on the same day as the sale, so by the time the team got back to shiratorizawa, all of the brownies were gone.

and, hold on..

"y/n!" goshiki rejoices as he was finally able to recollect your name, all thanks to tendō. "yes?" you ask, looking at goshiki with a confused look.

goshiki turns red. "n- nothing!" i forgot that she was in the same hallway!

something in tendō sparks, and he suddenly has the urge to help his underclassmen's love life. he can bring up the brownie topic with you later..

"hey, n/n! what do you think of our up-and-coming ace here? ain't he a real firecracker?" tendō suddenly compliments goshiki, even wrapping his long arm around the young boy's shoulder. goshiki widens his eyes, already wanting to hear more. "hm? oh, i haven't seen him play yet," and just like that, goshiki's ego has been cracked and bruised.

"but i'd love to be invited to the next game if that's okay with you, goshiki." you smile a pearly one at him, and goshiki's mood is turned right back around. "yes! please come, y/n! i won't disappoint you!" he exclaims.

you giggled it off and soon excuse yourself from the two.

"what a cute boy!" you thought with a faint blush on your cheeks.

goshiki looks at tendō, utterly speechless to the core, while the middle blocker only dusts his hands off as if he's just finished some heavy labor. "what can i say! i may not be the first to get married from our team, but i can be a good matchmaker!"

goshiki has never had more respect for tendō than he has right now.

time skip.

"oi! stop standing around like that, number eight! you look like a lost kid at the mall!" coach washijo scolded goshiki, who flinched. i was spacing out again! "s- sorry, coach!"

reon comes up to tendō and shirabu, "what's up with him?" he asks. shirabu sighs, "i don't know. but if he continues to do this, then he'll just drag the whole team down."

"oh, poor little shirabu! i can tell you what's going on in goshiki's head," tendō says, "our future ace has a crush on the sweet and classy y/n!"

"that doesn't matter. can't he just leave his personal feelings out of practice? prelims are around the corner, after all." shirabu stated factually. "it's not like you're capable enough to have crushes anyway, so the least you could do is cut goshiki some slack." semi poked fun at shirabu, as the older setter just so happened to overhear the conversation from a few feet away.

"what did you say?" a visible vein forms on shirabu's forehead.

tendō turns to reon while shirabu and semi bicker, "anyway, the kid is all worried about the upcoming game because y/n is coming to see him play for the first time." tendō whispers. "you think he'll be alright?"

reon looks at goshiki, who's physically trembling. there's even a gloomy aura around him practically screaming, "don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up."

just in good timing, ushijima places his palm on goshiki's shoulder. "rest, goshiki. you need to be in good shape to practice." he states. "yeah, exactly! aren't you gonna be ushiwaka's successor? what'll y/n think when she sees you all shaken up on the court!" tendō exclaims.

ushiwaka's.. successor.. y/n..

goshiki's aura quickly shifts into one of fiery determination, ready to take on anything and everything. "you're right, tendō! i'll do my best!"

"it's really easy to get this kid going, huh.." the team thought simultaneously, sweat dropping in the process.

time skip.

it's the day of the prelims, and shiratorizawa was up against ohgiminami high. they're not a powerhouse that goshiki was familiar of, but then again, they're not be underestimated.

the starting line-ups are on court, and there goshiki was standing, being the only first year. that was something you noticed from the stands.

"he must be really talented to have been able to get that far.. i heard that coach washijo is tough on the volleyball club too." you thought.

the coin is flipped and shiratorizawa ends up serving first. ushijima hits the ball and there we go, a service ace. you're impressed to have seen the ball fly by that fast, but then again, it's ushijima. "if i tried receiving that, my arms would fall right off.."

goshiki sees your amused face from the stands, and he huffs. "wait until you see me score a point, y/n!"

a few rounds later, and the rotation is in goshiki's favor. he's up front. he can do a line shot, a move that he specializes in.

"make it a good one, goshiki!" tendō encourages the boy as shirabu sets the ball cleanly toward goshiki. even though he has two blockers against him, he was still able to make a beautiful line shot that granted shiratorizawa another point.

"what was that?!" you were shocked, to say the least. "tendō wasn't kidding when he said he'd be the up-and-coming ace.." you quietly mutter, referring to goshiki.

you watched the way that goshiki shortly celebrated on the court with each of his teammates giving him some heavy pats on the back. the moment was adorable.

goshiki looked up to see you smiling fondly at him. you send him a wave, and he shoots back a smile full of pride; a smile that says, "look at me, y/n! aren't i amazing?"

and only if you knew what it conveyed, you would've replied with a, "yes, goshiki. very."

time skip.

you yawn, clearly drowsy from the lack of sleep. on the table in front of you, was a nice breakfast whipped up by shiratorizawa's patient cooks; one omurice, a small bowl of grapes, and a cup of milk. but besides what was on the table, was what was across from you; goshiki tsutomu, your boyfriend.

it was a cold morning in japan, for spring had finally started. so here you are, all bundled up in goshiki's volleyball jersey.

he's seen smiling at you, and you tilt your head. "what's on your mind, tomu?"

"nothing, it's just.. i can't really get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my jersey." goshiki says, "honestly, if it weren't for tendō, i probably wouldn't even be with you right now."

you perk a brow. goshiki panics, "d- don't tell him i said that though!"

"i wouldn't give tendō all the credit, really," you started, "i actually had already taken an interest in you when you were looking at me in the first year's hallway. it was only a matter of time until i'd have mustered enough courage to talk to you myself." you admitted.

is this what a heart attack feels like, because goshiki can feel his chest swelling in both love and pride.

this was a happy ending not only for the two of you, but for tendō too, since he was able to buy all of the two-bite brownies he needed.

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pillow-anime-talk · 10 months

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bubbly s/o.

request: can you do koshi sugawara, tsutomu goshiki and toru oikawa with a cheerful and bubbly s/o very similar to cat valentine from victorious/sam&cat, but thats it, take care....

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; fluff; a bit of crack too; bubbly!reader; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. tsutomu goshiki, koshi sugawara & tooru oikawa {hq!!}

— TSUTOMU

↘ Goshiki, just like you, is a real sun-kissed person and he loves the way you are, your everyday behaviors, all your little and big quirks and every joke you tell in his direction. You both get along really well and a lot of people see a lot of similarity in you (you two often notice it too!).

↘ You talk a lot and spend a lot of time together, so Tsutomu – unlike others – doesn’t see anything weird or goofy about your behavior. On the contrary. He always considers your happy aura and laughing mouth an asset and a reason to be happy.

↘ Although the dark-haired volleyball player loves spending time with his teammates, loves talking to them or doing short trainings and long sparring matches, he feels definitely the best, safest with you and feels that you of all people in the world understand him best and you will never judge him negatively.

↘ Of course, it works the other way around as well – when others only see you as foolish and down-to-earth one, Tsutomu thinks you’re the cutest sheep he’s ever met.

— KOUSHI

↘ Koushi is a fairly peaceful guy who very often calms people down, feels responsible for them all, and spends a lot of time having serious conversations with his loved ones. In most cases, he is your definite opposite, although he can also drop a dry joke or make a silly face in the presence of strangers.

↘ The blond teen often feels responsible for you, but he doesn’t mind.

↘ You’ve been dating for so long that Suga has gotten used to your all antics, your mind wandering, your staring at one place for a long time, or sudden changes of topic.

↘ While many people would certainly be annoyed by such an approach to other people and the world, it doesn’t really matter to Koushi.

↘ You are who you are and he will not allow anyone to change your behavior and the way you are.

↘ If he loved you the day you were wearing two different shoes, he will love you forever and that will never change.

— TOORU

↘ Oikawa is usually professional and focused on his goals. He thinks a lot, calculates, is alert and attentive, and also spends a lot of time on his passion and improving his skills. But that’s when he’s among teammates or family. He’s completely different with you.

↘ Your bright and cheerful personality always makes him smile broadly and want to squeeze your cheeks. You are a refuge for him and a person with whom he can rest and throw off his captain’s mask.

↘ You do a lot of things together; you play video games, you spend a lot of time talking over board games, and you plan the future together, often intertwined with stupid but not impossible ideas.

↘ Thanks to you, Tooru’s life is definitely more colorful than before.

↘ Although sometimes you will say something incomprehensible or strange, it does not discourage the boy from you – quite the opposite. He likes to hear your point of view, even if he has a different one.

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win-writes · 2 years

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♡₊˚.彡 ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ

『✎⋯ shiratorizawa boys 』

『♡ ⋯ gender netural reader 』

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toomanygoldfish · 3 months

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dog or cat?

Goshiki

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tsuehiro · 2 years

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I hope that, she looks at me

And thinks " Shit, he's so pretty "

Pairings :: Goshiki x F!reader

Synopsis ; Goshiki Tsutomu, who is in love with the fem!reader, really wants to know what she thinks about him.

(The ending is a little bit bonus)

Word Count = [ 745 ]

Song name :: Juliet

NOTEs!!

It's the second one of the lyrics series yay ✧⁺⸜(●˙��˙●)⸝⁺

I'm gonna say it again, i'm not sure at all if the scenarios makes any sense but i'm trying lol 🥲

Well it's fem reader againn, sorry, a lot (っ◞‸◟c)

btw, I LOVE HIM SM AAAAAAHHH

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Enjoy while reading! ♡

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚૮꒰˵•ᵜ•˵꒱ა‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

And there it was, you were smiling brightly and waving at him.

He saw you a lot in the hallways. He wasn't sure why he wanted to be around your class but he did.

' She's so pretty.. ' he thought like always.

But you weren't, you didn't even notice him to be honest. You were waving at one of your friends.

One day, you overslept and couldn't wake up in the morning. You were rushing to your class but fell on your butt when you bumped into someone.

" I'm really sorry, I wasn't looki- s-shit.. "

' he's so pretty ' you thought.

You were glad you didn't accidentally tell him what you thought.

" Are you okay y/n-san? "

" Yeah i'm alright, wait how did you- "

" Oh um, i heard it from one of your friends..? " he said while offering you his hand to get you up. You nodded and took his hand.

" What is your name then? " you said.

He thought that you already knew but then it popped on his head that you never really noticed him. He felt stupid and kinda selfish that he thought you were smiling to him everytime.

" uh hey? Are you okay? " you said while shaking your hand in front of his face a little.

" Um, yeah! Well i'm Goshiki Tsutomu. "

" Oh wait! Aren't you the one who is in the volleyball team? " you said.

He literally perked up at your words, a smile appearing on his lips.

" So you know me? "

" W-well.. "

' Don't look at me like that, you look really pretty when you smile like this Goshiki-san.. ' you thought.

" Well! I have a friend who is a third year and she told me that someone wants to be the next ace after Ushijima-senpai, which was a first year. She once showed you to me since the team has only one first year. and it got me impressed.. " you murmured the last sentence, looking away from his face.

He smiled proudly. " Yes! That's true, i'll be the next ace after Ushijima-san! "

" That sounds cool. " You said while looking back and nodding at him.

The bell's ringing made your eyes widen.

" Oh hey, i was late and stuff but why were you in the halls then Goshiki-san? "

" I had an early morning practice. Well i have another practice after school too, you can come and watch me! Please don't say no- i-i mean it's up to your choice, of course.. " He said.

You chuckled and nodded at him.

" I'd love to! "

He smiled and walked with you to your class.

[ After A Few Years ]

" And that's how i met with your daddy, baby " you told your baby boy who was in your husband's arms. You noticed that he was sleeping though.

" Take him to the bed Tsu~ " you said and he did so.

When he was back, he hugged you tightly.

" So,, you thought i was pretty when you bumped into me? "

You nodded shyly. " Yeah.. I thought something like, shit he's so pretty.. But!, you didn't need to know that! "

" But honestly i always wanted to know what did you think about me back then and i know now! " he said while laughing and you kick his chest playfully.

" You know what, I thought you were pretty too! I mean you were always and still pretty but- "

" Just spill it out already, Tsu "

" Well it was something i can't believe since I thought you knew me, smiling and waving stuff but it was for your friends so you didn't knew about me at all heh "

You chuckled slightly, putting your hands on his chest.

" It may be true but it was beginning of the second semester Tsu~ I was new to the school of course I didn't notice you at all. " you said.

You noticed his pout and chuckled slightly.

" You know even if i didn't know you, you still got my eyes and heart for the first time we met back in high school. " you said and his pout got replaced with a smile.

Then he put his hand in your head and pulled you even closer, kissing your forehead.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#goshiki x reader #goshiki fluff #song fic #goshiki tsutomu #haikyuu goshiki #hq goshiki

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lehguru · 1 year

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DRESS + GOSHIKI TSUTOMU

for my beloved @mars-yknow, how goshiki would react to wearing a dress!!

warnings: well, goshiki wears a dress; not proofread!!

first of all, i would like to say: he would look absolutely adorable in a baby purple dress. not too short, but not too long either and with a v-shaped neck line!

the incentive to wear the dress would need to come from you. even if goshiki probably thought about it before, he never took any step to try it out, as he would be too shy to go shopping for that kind of clothing. so, when you appeared with the clothing, begging him to try it on, he didn't have the heart to refuse it.

when he walked out of his room, the dress looking really nice on his body, the expression you made sent a blush to his cheeks. "i-i don't think i look that good." he said, spinning around while trying to check himself out. you started clapping and he looked at you with a confused expression.

"twirl more! shiki, twirl again!" when he finally noticed what he did, his cheeks got as red as tomatoes. "please, you look so beautiful. come here!" even if he felt like putting his head through his wall, he walked up to you, his eyes glued to the wooden floor. when he was standing in front of you, you grabbed his hands and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles; "seriously, i wouldn't mind you wearing that more often."

the little giggle that would leave his mouth, would only confirm to you that goshiki liked it too; he liked it even more because it was a gift from his darling – he also loves to hear the praises you throw his way.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

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hikari-writes · 1 year

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okay okay one more bc,,, i have no reason i just wanna spread my love for my bois

Goshiki Tsutomu;

Definitely the type to go, “Did you see that?! Did you see how cool I was??“

And when you go, “Yep, you were so cool,“ while smiling, he’d go from 😆 to 😃 to 😳 . He became so flustered he forgot to pay attention to his surrounding and got hit by a volleyball or smthng 🥺

#i love my bowl cut dork #hes so hnghdcuewdhjew #scrunkly #🥺 🥺 🥺#haikyuu!!#goshiki x you #goshiki x reader #haikyuu goshiki #haikyuu goshiki x reader #goshiki tsutomu #goshiki tsutomu x reader

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pin-k-ink · 11 days

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Goshiki Tsutomu X Reader

CW: a little suggestive, goshiki being adorable and borderline possessive

The volleyball team watched with knowing smiles and barely contained laughter as Goshiki, a wide-eyed first-year student, fell head over heels for you, the team's beloved manager. It was amusing, to say the least

From the moment your eyes met, Goshiki was utterly smitten. Your motherly nature and unwavering loyalty to the team had earned you the respect and admiration of Coach Washijo, who had handpicked you for the role. But it was your enchanting beauty that truly captured the attention of the players, especially the impressionable Goshiki, whose heart raced every time you drew near.

The first time you praised his incredible cut-shot during practice, your melodic voice sending shivers down his spine, Goshiki's heart soared to new heights. Your gentle head pat, your fingers lingering just a moment too long in his hair, solidified his devotion, turning him into putty in your hands. From that moment on, he sought your approval at every turn, his eyes constantly searching for your face in the crowd, yearning for your gaze to meet his.

Goshiki's affection for you was as clear as the blue sky above, yet you remained blissfully unaware of the depths of his feelings. The team marveled at your obliviousness, wondering how you could possibly miss the way Goshiki's jaw would go slack in your presence, his eyes drinking in every curve of your body when he thought no one was looking. It was a miracle, they thought, that you hadn't noticed his obvious adoration, the way his cheeks flushed crimson whenever you drew near.

As time passed, Goshiki's mood began to revolve around you, his happiness tied to your every action. He would wait with bated breath for your nod of acknowledgment after scoring a point, his heart pounding in his chest, his smile only appearing once he received your subtle praise. The team couldn't help but wonder how he would cope when they learned of your impending absence due to illness, a development that threatened to shatter his delicate emotional state.

Chaos ensued on the day you were away, Goshiki transforming into a version of Ushijima, but with an added layer of despair that bordered on the comical. He was all over the place, his mind consumed by thoughts of you, constantly glancing at the gym door, hoping for your arrival with a desperation that was palpable. When someone other than you handed him his water bottle, he was on the verge of tears, his bottom lip quivering as he fought back the urge to cry out for you.

The team found his behavior comical, stifling their laughter behind raised hands, but Ushijima seemed to be the only one who was genuinely concerned. It was for the sake of the team, he said, his brow furrowed in contemplation. In an unexpected gesture of kindness, he provided Goshiki with your address, a piece of information that the lovestruck boy treasured like a sacred artifact.

Goshiki spent an hour practicing his words in front of the mirror, his heart hammering in his chest as he mustered the courage to visit you at home. He stood before your door for fifteen minutes, his finger hovering over the doorbell, unaware that your amused parents were watching him through the peephole, their eyes twinkling with mirth.

Your mother, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, finally opened the door, feigning surprise as Goshiki nearly leaped out of his skin, his face turning a delightful shade of red. She ushered him inside, her hand on the small of his back, and led him to your room, where you lay resting, your beauty undiminished by your illness.

Goshiki stood stiffly beside your bed, his heart racing as he extended a container of homemade soup with shaking hands. When your fingers brushed against his, a jolt of electricity coursing through his body, he nearly fainted, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him. You invited him to sit, patting the space beside you on the bed, and as the day progressed, his laughter became more natural, his words flowing with ease as he lost himself in your presence.

The team noticed the growing closeness between you and Goshiki, the way your bodies seemed to gravitate towards each other, the lingering touches and meaningful glances. Shirabu predicted that you wouldn't be able to handle a clingy Goshiki for more than a month, a statement that proved somewhat true, but vastly underestimated the depths of your patience and affection.

It wasn't just clingy Goshiki you had to contend with; it was also possessive Goshiki, his eyes narrowing whenever another boy dared to look your way, and will-you-marry-me-Goshiki, whose declarations of love grew bolder with each passing day.

The latter became a disaster when, on a sweltering day after practice, a prankster drenched you with water as you entered the gym, your clothes clinging to your body in a way that made Goshiki's mouth go dry. With your jacket and shirt soaked through, revealing the tantalizing curves beneath, Shirabu offered you a spare, his eyes lingering just a moment too long on your form.

But Goshiki intervened, nearly shredding the garment in his possessiveness, his eyes ablaze with a fire that made Shirabu take a step back. He raced to the storage closet, throwing the door open just as you lifted your drenched shirt over your head, the sight of your lacy bra and bare skin causing his heart to stop.

You were oblivious to his presence, lost in your struggle with the heavy, clingy fabric, and Goshiki could only stare, his nose bleeding as he took in the vision before him. In a panic, he tossed his spare shirt in your direction, his voice cracking as he exclaimed, "P-please wait until we get married, senpai!" before slamming the door shut and fleeing, his face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.

From that moment on, Goshiki insisted that you two get married, claiming that since he had seen you nearly naked, you were ruined for any other man. You brushed off his determination as a joke, unaware of the depth of his feelings, the way his heart ached for you with every fiber of his being.

The team placed bets on how long it would take for you to tire of Goshiki's overbearing nature or for him to realize he had no chance with you. But exactly a month later, they stumbled upon a scene that left them stunned, their jaws dropping in unison.

In the gym, you sat on a bench with Goshiki kneeling between your legs, his hands resting on either side of your hips, his fingers tantalizingly close to your thighs. Your eyes were closed, your lips locked in a slow, sensual kiss that made the team's cheeks burn with secondhand embarrassment.

Ushijima's soft mumble of "Oh my, how scandalous" broke the silence, and chaos erupted, the team's shock giving way to a mixture of laughter and disbelief. Semi bolted towards Goshiki, ripping him away from you and shaking him back and forth, comical tears running down his cheeks as he lamented the loss of his innocent kouhai. Tendou snuck up behind you, his grin devilish, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he whispered suggestions in your ear that made your face turn a delightful shade of pink.

Goshiki's demeanor had changed, a newfound confidence radiating from him as he held you close. He was calmer, more levelheaded, but still utterly devoted to you, his eyes following your every move with a hunger that made your heart race. He would ask to hold your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, and kiss your forehead, his lips lingering just a moment too long, a promise of more to come.

When Shirabu pointed out that Goshiki hadn't properly asked you out, the boy spent a week devising the perfect plan, his brow furrowed in concentration. But the moment he saw you dressed up for your date, all his carefully laid plans vanished, his heart taking over as he pulled you close and captured your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless.

As your graduation approached, Goshiki was a mess, the thought of spending two years without you making his heart ache with a physical pain. But you reassured him, promising to visit every weekend and holiday, to call him every night, your voice a soothing balm to his fractured soul. It was only then that he reluctantly let you go, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he watched you walk away.

Long-distance relationships never worked out.

Or at least that’s what they thought. But five years later, they found themselves invited to your wedding, their jaws dropping once again as they watched you walk down the aisle in a stunning white dress. Goshiki, standing at the altar, teared up at the sight of you, his heart swelling with a love that had only grown stronger with time.

As you exchanged vows, your eyes locked on each other, the team realized that true love did exist, and that the definition of soulmates was standing right before them, a testament to the power of young love that had blossomed within the walls of Shiratorizawa Academy. And as Goshiki pulled you close, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that held the promise of a lifetime together, they couldn't help but smile, their hearts full of joy for the two of you, the couple that had defied all odds and found happiness in each other's arms.

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yukimiyaz · 1 year

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ANGELS GO TO FRAT PARTIES

goshiki tsutomu x gn!reader

includes: college au. the boys are in a gray. (unknowing) mutual pining. goshiki is totally smitten. reader is cheeky and a flirt. parties/alcohol. they are tipsy but not drunk.

notes: one of my most favorite things i’ve ever written. idk

Goshiki feels a little bit stupid.

Or maybe that’s just all the blood rushing out of his head from being flipped back upright after doing his keg stand. He sways a bit on his feet, swiping at his chin with the back of his hand and half-assedly accepting the high fives and pats on the back from the people around him. Their cheers are all drowned out though, fading in with the music blasting over the speakers. He doesn’t care about their praise for once, doesn’t give it any mind at all.

No, he’s too focused on you, walking away from the spectacle. His eyes trail after you and watch as you disappear into the sea of the crowd and get engulfed by the multitude that’s crammed into his frat’s basement. He doesn’t understand what you do to him; it’s like you’ve got a rope wrapped around his throat that keeps him close and near. He follows after you, even now, pushing past sweaty bodies and touchy couples by the trail of your image just a few yards ahead, making your way up the stairs. He curses under his breath when someone bumps into him and knocks him off his path, frowns when some idiots making out get right in his way of the steps. He needs to follow you, he has to. It doesn’t make sense.

Goshiki feels stupid, and dumb, and—fuck, maybe a little bit crazy because he shouldn’t even be looking at you at all. You didn’t come here with him, you never come here with him. He’s not the person who’s invited you.

You’ve been Ushijima’s plus one to frat parties for as long as Goshiki can remember.

He recalls his first “small friendly gathering” at his frat very well. Wide eyed and new and wanting to prove himself to all of his older frat brothers. There was so much going on, so much he didn’t see at the select few parties he’d attended in highschool. More beer, less clothes, a (nearly) complete lack of human decency. It was so much—too much, almost.

And that’s when he saw you.

You, with a hand held up to your mouth to shield the giggles that were fumbling out over someone’s—Tendou’s, he thinks, based on the cheeky grin on his face—joke. You, with jeans that fit you well and your hair done so nicely and your eyes that glittered under the pulse of the LED’s Semi had strung up. You, with a soft smile and magnetizing pull and gentle tip of your head.

You, with your hand wrapped around Ushijima’s bicep as you leaned into his side.

He’d known his former captain for years prior, having gone to high school together and keeping in touch even after his graduation, up until this point. And nowhere, not once in that time frame, had Goshiki ever seen someone other than the ace’s best friend touch him as freely as you did.

It sent him to an abrupt standstill, faltering his steps as he walked over to the group. He’s not entirely sure that he would’ve been able to say anything worthwhile to you regardless (pretty people sort of make his tongue feel like lead in the base of his mouth) but any chance of him even attempting to flirt with you went out the window in that exact moment. He kept walking, cursing every god above for Semi having noticed him and waving him over. You’d followed his friend’s gaze, met his through the dim lighting of the living room.

His breath had never left his lungs so fast before.

It had ached then, the way that your eyes pierced right through him while simultaneously melting him at the edges. It burned, the heat licking up the back of his neck as you gave him a little bow of your head while being introduced. All he got was your name—and maybe your major, your year, too, he thinks—but nothing explaining your connection to the man whom you seemed so comfortable with.

He felt guilty for even looking at you. Because, sure, while no one had blatantly come out and said you were off limits, said you were under some sort of relationship umbrella with Ushijima Wakatoshi, he still felt that pressure there—the implication.

Even after that short (and he’s sure very awkward—on his end at least) encounter, you were always so… sweet to him. Bright smiles when you passed each other on the way to class and waves when you’d see each other around campus. Sitting down between him and the ace when your caf times seemed to align and bumping his shoulder when you’d stand beside him in idle conversation. You’re nice, he gathers; to him at least. Then again, maybe it’s just because every time he looks at you he sees a halo and white feathered wings.

But the effect you have on him is anything but angelic.

He wouldn't call it sinful, because that word sounds so wrong when being used to describe you, but the pull you have over him feels like he’s sold his soul. It’s like a moth drawn to a flame; he knows that he shouldn’t get so close but he just can’t help himself, every fear of being burnt discarded in favor of admiring a flicker of your beauty. Every time he thinks he has a grip on it, on this hold you have so tightly on him, all it takes is one glimpse of you and he’s suddenly defenseless. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth, until all of time stops, if you’d let him.

Or out of his frat’s basement, at the very least.

Goshiki chews on the inside of his cheek as he takes the steps two at a time, treading over discarded solo cups and weaving past people who treat the stairs like a seat. For a fleeting second the thought of him being forced to clean this all up with the rest of the freshman and sophomores tomorrow morning slips into his mind, but it’s gone a second after as he catches the last glimpse of you retreating from the opening of the stairs.

It’s quieter up here, it always is. While some (most) people tend to stay downstairs and get shitfaced and enjoy the ragers his frat hosts, others dwindle their way into the frat’s main floor living room. Mostly upperclassmen, the occasional designated driver waiting for their “responsibility” to get tired enough to go home, or the ones who just don’t like loud music and pushy people.

(Tsutomu’s not entirely sure where he falls in on that list, because there isn’t a “following the prettiest person at the party around like a puppy” category, but maybe it's somewhere around the doesn’t like pushy people bullet.)

His eyes flit around the room he walks in, taking in the scene and attempting to swallow down the slight throb in his head. There’s a few people scattered around the room, from his frat and others; Semi’s messing with the small speaker in the floor and waving off Tendou’s song requests, the Miya twins are bickering on the loveseat with Sakusa (begrudgingly, based on how deep his scowl is) squished between them, Kyoutani and Tsukki are laughing at a passed out Kogane in the corner, Hinata’s entertaining a group of a few more by seeing how long he can balance a beer can on his forehead from his spot on the arm of Kageyama’s recliner. And lastly, but nowhere near least, you.

Quite frankly, anyone could have guessed where you’d make a beeline for after your trek up from the chaos downstairs, and he isn’t an exception. There you sit, pretty as ever, right next to Shiratorizawa’s former ace on the couch. The seat beside you is open, and it’s evil, truly, how you catch his eye just as he notices and pat at the cushion in an open invitation.

And Goshiki is so, so stupid—for you, most definitely—that his feet move before his brain can tell him not to.

“Hey,” you beam just as he sits down, shifting to face him even with the arm Ushijima has thrown around your shoulder. He tries not to look at it, attempts to focus on your eyes instead and hopefully keep his own from trailing down to your lips. A hopeless feat, probably. “Saw you beat Bokuto. It was cool.”

There’s a lilt to your voice, a certain crinkle to your eyes as you smile at him that has his stomach bubbling in a way he can’t blame on the alcohol. He breathes out a shaky chuckle, rubs at the back of his neck while he nods.

“Yeah, I guess I was pretty cool,” he agrees, then feels his cheeks heat up from a mix of slight embarrassment and fear of being too cocky. (When he’s ever tried to watch his pride before, he can’t recall, but it’s like he can’t help but want to filter it around you). “I mean, he did do like, four before that one, so. You know. I was probably just lucky with an advantage because of.. that..”

And as if the heavens want to punish him, you laugh. Light and airy behind your hand just like the first time he ever saw you, shoulders bouncing with a slight shake under Ushijima’s arm. Goshiki can’t help but laugh too; everything about you is just so contagious, addicting. He swears he could drink you up and get far more wasted than liquor could ever dream of making him. It nearly makes him sick—in the best way.

“You know, you’re pretty cute when you ramble, Tsu.” It’s a bit teasing, your tone, and it has a lump forming in Goshiki’s throat.

You’re just being nice, he tries to convince himself, slow down the heartbeat throbbing erratically in his ears, you’re being friendly and sweet and kind like you always are, that’s it.

But, god, he hates the way that nickname rolls so easily off your tongue. He’s never been given a nickname before, not a serious one, anyhow. (Because, no, Tendou calling him Baby Ace since the day he joined their team in high school absolutely does not count, no matter how much the redhead tries to claim that it does). And yet, you gave him one so freely. You were never one for formalities, he realized. In fact he doesn’t think he’s ever heard you add an honorific to anyone’s name unless they were your professor. Most people would find it disrespectful—rude—but when it comes from you it’s just.. endearing. Fuck, it’s so endearing.

“Yeah, sure,” he waves off, attempts to, at least. The lights aren’t as dim up here as they are downstairs, but he hopes that it’s still dark enough you can’t see the red pooling in the apples of his cheeks.

“I’m serious!” you defend, another laugh trailing on the end of your rebuttal. The influx of your giggles, the inability to hold them back, Goshiki wonders if you’re a bit tipsy too. “It’s cute!”

“What’s cute?”

The universe must hate him, that has to be it. He blinks through his slightly hazy vision and looks over to the other man on the couch. For a moment he’d almost forgotten he was even there, but the way he leans in now, chest pressing to your side as he tries to get close enough to hear you both clearly over the thumping downstairs, makes his presence impossible not to notice.

Goshiki opens his mouth to rush out an answer; the couple snuggled up in the corner, a video he showed you on his phone, hell he’d even blurt out fucking puppies if it kept him from admitting what you said. Because you and Ushijima are… you know, right? And that would be—that’d be awkward wouldn’t it? To just say that? And he isn’t scared of his former ace, there’s absolutely no way, but he also isn’t too keen on getting a black eye. So he tries to rush something out over the clumsiness of his tongue, tries to save himself the decking of a lifetime, but.

“Tsutomu’s rambling. It’s really cute, don’t you think?”

God, do you want him to die? Is that it?

Small is not a word that one would normally use to describe Goshiki; with athletically broad shoulders and a six foot one frame that’s nothing but strategically bulked muscle, he’s honestly quite big. But he feels about two inches tall with Ushijima’s gaze focused on him, dark olive eyes pinning him in his seat and making that lump you planted in his throat grow like a watermelon seed. He can’t swallow, or breathe, or think at all really. Other than the thought that this is where he gets bloodied into a pulp because your honeyed tongue lured him right into a vicious bear trap.

So he waits. And waits. And… waits. For something, anything—a fist to his jaw, mostly—to come from Ushijima. Yet it all seems to be benign, because the only thing he gets from his longtime friend is a deep hum.

“Sure, yes,” Wakatoshi nods thoughtfully, seriously, and Tsutomu isn’t sure if the weight on his chest is letting up or getting worse by hearing the rumble of his voice. “Cute. Tendou uses that word to describe him frequently.”

From somewhere to his right, Goshiki can hear the redhead in question whining out a ‘It’s Satori, you dumb Miracle Boy,’ followed by Ushijima nodding in acknowledgement with a muffled ‘Apologies’ right after. And he—he doesn’t understand.

“See! Even Toshi agrees.” And you sound so excited, so proud of yourself that you have his opinion to back you up. You lift your hand up, raise it to his cheek and pinch the heated skin there. “Very cute.”

The way Goshiki nearly chases after the ghost of your touch as your hand pulls away is embarrassing, or it would be if anyone had picked up it. He wants to respond to you, he really does, but his mouth has never felt more dry. There’s a half empty plastic cup on the ottoman in front of him; he doesn’t have a clue who it belongs to but he’s tempted to chug down the rest of it regardless. He’s pretty sure that he’s a smidge too sober to be going through this right now.

“Thanks,” he settles on. Croaks out past the frog in his throat as his hands tense up on the tops of his thighs. His jeans suddenly feel uncomfortable, the collar of his shirt a bit too tight. God, did it just get even hotter in here?

“You–” And he nearly winces as he chokes up on himself. “Y-You’re cute too. Pretty! You’re… really pretty.”

Your lips curl up at the edges and hook straight into Goshiki’s heart. A tip of your head and a crease to the two edges of your eyes is all it takes to have his world shifting, tilting on its axis with him suddenly grappling to cling on. Is it the blinking of the LEDs or do your eyes always sparkle like this?

(He’s ready and willing to believe it’s the latter, given the chance.)

“Thank you.” Your smile grows wider—if that’s even humanly possible. (But Tsutomu doesn’t think it is, which he only uses as further evidence for his hypothesis that you must be a creature from the heavens). “You’re always such a sweetheart, Tsu.”

He grins and dips his head in a weak attempt to shield the tint on his cheeks deepening. “No, not really,” he mumbles, and by the look on your face he can tell you’re straining to hear him. But your smile is just as soft, your gaze just as kind. He really can’t help himself. “Hey, I was, uh, wondering–”

Hoops and hollers drift up the staircase and are trailed by the owners of them directly after. Terushima is leading what looks like a drunken and wobbly conga line up the steps and into the living room, effectively upping the volume and drowning out the tail end of Goshiki’s sentence as they weave around in haphazard circles.

“What?” You try to ask, but he can barely hear you now, even with your voice elevated.

He tries to talk again, attempts to start his sentence over, but gives up when he sees that look of apparent confusion on your pretty face. Alone time, is what he wanted to ask for, as simple or awkward as it may be. But as Terushima trips over his shoe and Taketora all but falls into his lap and he has to shove him off, he thinks he should’ve just been grateful for getting to speak to you on the cramped couch instead.

You shift in your seat, turning away from him, and he thinks you’ve finally grown bored. He watches as you turn to Ushijima, raise up to get your mouth right next to his ear. You’re probably asking him to switch spots with you, maybe you really were just trying to play it nice earlier. Wakatoshi nods to you, then meets Goshiki’s eyes from across the couch before retracting his arm from around your shoulder. Maybe it was too soon to be thanking god for saving him from a decking earlier.

But instead of Ushijima getting up, or moving you over to swap seats, you turn to face him again. Your mouth is moving, but Goshiki can’t hear you. Jesus Christ these idiots are too fucking loud. He taps his ear, tries to shout over the noise that he can’t understand a word you’re saying.

His heart skips a solid four beats when you wrap your hand around his bicep and lean in. Suddenly your breath is tickling his ear, not Ushijima’s. Chills have never wound around his spine quite like this before.

“I’m gonna go catch a breather. Do you wanna come?”

And Goshiki might be stupid, but he isn’t dumb enough to deny a miracle that’s been placed directly into his hands.

“Yeah!” he shouts instantly, nodding his head like a backup in case you couldn’t hear him.

He’s quick to follow your lead when you stand up, not wanting to chance having to deal with losing you in the crowd. The chance he’s so worried about isn’t quite given to him though, because before you even take a step you’re grabbing his hand. He tells himself you’re only being polite—the same mantra he’s been repeating over and over in his head since the day he first met you—that you, too, are just trying to prevent either of you getting lost in the hopeless abyss of sweaty bodies.

Your fingers squeeze his, you throw a smile over your shoulder at him, and Goshiki knows, immediately, at that moment.

He’s a fucking goner.

Step by step you lead him through the living room, hand gripping tighter when a fumbling Kuroo threatens to bump you apart and his chest hitting your back when you have to stop midstep to let Daichi and Asahi drag a slurring Suga through. Goshiki strains to hear your giggles as you point and laugh at the scene of Iwaizumi holding a whining and crying Oikawa down so Mattsun can write on his face with a sharpie while Makki records. (He’ll get that video for you later, if it means it’ll make you laugh again.) He sees you coo at the sight of Yamaguchi retying Yachi’s hair for her as you turn the corner, and watches how your eyebrows shoot up at the view of Tanaka proposing to Kiyoko for the fifth time tonight. Then, finally, the two of you reach the patio door. You drop his hand as you slide it open and step through, and Goshiki has to struggle to restrain himself from trying to reach out and grab it again. He shuts the door behind himself, the sound on the other side muffling to a dull hum instantly.

“Ah,” you sigh, shoulders visibly slumping as you take in a deep breath. Walking to the edge of the patio, you hop up onto the railing, letting your feet dangle as you look to Goshiki. “That’s better. I could hardly hear myself think in there.”

Your laugh comes out in puffs, the remnants of winter causing nights like this to plummet the temperatures. The shirt you showed up in has proven unfit to match against the chill, and yet you don’t complain; just rub at your upper arms with your palms subtly. But Goshiki notices (as he does with everything about you) and more importantly he is a gentleman—to you, at least—and lives up to that now as he tugs his jacket off and steps up to wrap it around your shoulders.

“Oh, no, you don't have to. You’ll get cold,” you protest, attempting to slip it back off even though Tsutomu can see your sough of relief at the added layer. His hands stop you, keep the jacket around your shoulders, and he shakes his head.

“I’m fine.” And he can’t help but smile at the way you pout slightly. “I’d rather you were warm than me, anyways.”

He watches as you, begrudgingly at first, start to slip your arms in the sleeves. But as your hands pass through that easy grin finds its way back to the curve of your lips, and you sink into the warmth of Goshiki’s jacket as the sleeves pool over the tips of your fingers.

“Well thank you. You really are just a big sweetheart, huh?”

And, fuck, the way everything you say to him goes straight to his head; it can’t be natural. He’s used to feeding off the compliments of others, clinging to the words of praise thrown his way and piling up the trophies of astonishments to show he belongs to the best of the best. But with you, it's different. With you, it’s like it doesn't just inflate his head but his heart also. Like you’re trying to make it big enough for you to fit yourself inside, carve out a space for you to crawl right in and make yourself at home.

Or maybe Goshiki’s doing that all by himself.

You affect him—change him, whenever you are around. It’s been the case all night and it’s been the case everyday before now, there’s something about you that warps Tsutomu’s traits. Fissures the molds he’s taken so long to create and breaks the habits he thought would be instilled for the rest of his life. It makes him hold his tongue, swallow his brags, put a blanket over his normally unwavering pride. You make him quiet. Humble. Soft.

So maybe that’s why he lets his shoulders fall now, drops his broad stance and proper posture. Maybe that’s why he blows out a sigh and doesn’t pay any mind to the way the little cloud fogs up between you two. Maybe that’s why his tongue grows lax and his guard cracks open, to bear himself to you fully on the back patio of his frat house.

“No, I’m really not,” he admits, despite that voice in the back of his head calling him a fool for trying to ruin this image you have of him. Perhaps it’s the smidge of alcohol in his system that gives him the strength to quiet it down (and is the cause for his admittance), he’s not sure. “I just don’t want Ushijima to kill me if you get sick.”

Another laugh bubbles through you, gentle and light, but it fades too quick and ends too soon as you notice there isn’t a single trace of a jest on Goshiki’s features. You open your mouth to ask him what he means by that, why he looks so serious all of the sudden, but before you can, he continues.

“You think–you think I’m this really nice guy.” His eyebrows are furrowed together, you want to reach forward and smooth the crease between them out. “You think I’m just good and nice and–and a sweetheart. But I’m not. I yell at the other guys in the morning when I trip over their shoes and I act like I’m better than everyone at practice and I make fun of them when they can’t get plays down right on the first try.”

He doesn’t know why he’s telling you this, he hates that he’s telling you this. In his mind, he knows that this will be it; that you’ll hear him admit all these things like a sinner at a confessional and never want to look at him again. But he just.. he can’t stop.

“I think I deserve to be on top just because I’m me and I only actually respect people when they’ve fully beaten me on something. And the only exception to that ever has been— god, it's you! I can’t even be mad or hate you about it because you’re just so.. So fucking perfect and it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy. I can’t go a single second without thinking about you or what you said to me that day or the shirt you were wearing the last time you came over. And that’s the worst part, you don't even come over for me!”

His eyes are burning and he isn’t sure if it's because there are tears threatening his lash line or if it’s the breeze that’s making them sting. He feels so entirely overwhelmed, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He can’t even look up at you.

“You–you’re Ushijima’s! And he’s my friend! I have so much respect for him and here I am festering some stupid crush on you like some dumb little kid. You say I’m sweet but there’s nothing sweet about the way I’m thinking about you, I really have to be sick in the head or something because I'm not even actually sorry. God, Ushijima would kill me if he knew I was saying any of this to you, let alone if he found out I was in love with you! I’m—”

The realization hits Goshiki a little too late for him to catch his tongue. The breath stills in his lungs and his heartbeats follow suit. You haven’t said anything, not a single word, and it does nothing to help the fact that he feels like a dead man walking.

Timidly, and ever so slowly, he dares to raise his head, lift his gaze up to meet yours. Goshiki has never been one to admit to being scared, but right now the fear of what he’ll be met with is damn near bubbling over. A split second, a fraction of a sliver of time is all he gets to try to catch a glimpse of your expression before suddenly there are two hands cupping his face and yanking him forward and–

You’re kissing him, on his frat’s back patio.

He has to shoot his hands out to grab onto the railing to catch himself, your knees spreading and his body slotting right in between them. He can’t think straight, his mind is all but fizzling out and spitting smoke out of his ears as your lips mold against his in a way he thought he could only ever dream about. Kissing back seems like a far cry, and something he doesn’t quite get the chance to do because all too soon you’re pulling back and your breath is fanning over his heated cheeks.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you breathe, arms sliding to wrap around his neck and heels resting against the back on his thighs. It’s almost jolting, hearing something like that coming out of your pretty little mouth, but Goshiki doesn’t even attempt to wrap his head around it. “Toshi isn’t my boyfriend , our parents are friends. We’ve known each other since we were toddlers.”

“O-Oh,” Goshiki chokes, knuckles nearly white from his grip on the rail. “So you aren’t– You don’t– You and him–”

“No, never.” Your dismissal is instant, your head shaking from side to side. “Not like that. Besides, the only reason I come around so much is because of a certain guy in his frat.”

You’re smiling again. Goshiki still can’t breathe. He thinks you want to kill him.

“Really?”

“Mhm, really,” you hum, and he’s curious if you know you’re tugging him in closer or if it’s completely accidental. “He’s very cute, dark eyes and these absolutely adorable dimples. Gets all rambly when he’s tipsy. I think I could listen to him talk about himself all day. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that he’s got pretty nice muscles.”

“Ah,” Goshiki exhales, follows you as tease him by continuing to lean back. “He sounds very.. Uhm..”

“Yes?” You taunt, grin in a way that is absolutely anything but innocent, and he doubts his hypothesis of you for a moment, contemplates the odds that maybe your wings are dipped in a touch of sin afterall. “Very what, Tsu?”

He’s stuck marveling, drinking in the sight of you on the railing before him. Leaned back like this, the night sky becoming a perfectly displayed backdrop, you almost look ethereal. He wonders if that’s really the moon hanging above you, because at first glance he could swear it’s the glow of a halo circling the crown of your alluring little head. Moonlight’s never looked so good painting someone’s skin as it does yours, he’s sure of it. It soaks you up and pools in your irises and Goshiki is so, so willing to drown.

“Pretty,” he says breathlessly, warrantlessly, and he’s so in love with you. “God, you’re so pretty. Can I.. I just.. Need to–”

You don’t have the pleasure of hearing the end of his sentence, but his actions seem to provide you with enough implication to connect the dots. Because suddenly he’s surging forward like a man who's been deprived of nectar for far too long and kissing you full and hard and right. A muffled yelp tumbles out of your mouth and into his as you lean back a bit too far, but an arm secures around you a second later, catching your weight and pulling you flush to a warm chest. Your fingers thread into the buzz at the back of his neck and his fist into the back of the jacket around you. It’s warm and good and you melt into him like honey off a comb.

Goshiki’s never really thought about what heaven might be like, but he’s sure this has to be pretty close.

With a gasping breath you pull away, stuttering through inhales as Tsutomu tries to chase your lips, place more pecks, pull you closer like he’s offended you’d dare pull away. You laugh into his mouth, place your hands on his cheeks to keep him sated enough for you to speak.

“I love you too, by the way. And I don’t want to stop kissing you,” you confess, causing the man’s cheeks to get impossibly warmer. You have to turn your cheek to stop him from leaning in again. “But we should probably go somewhere a bit more private. Plus, my hands are freezing.”

Goshiki nods, but his eyes are hazy in a way you’re not entirely sure he even knows what you’re saying. “Y-Yeah,” he agrees, nonetheless, and allows you to push him back a step so you can slide down from the railing. “Okay.”

Your giggles make him feel dizzy, and he doesn’t even care if he’s making a fool of himself because you’re leaning up to kiss him again. Giving him a peck, and two, and three, as you take steps backwards and slide the patio door open. The sound envelopes the two of you instantly, drowns out your laughs in a way Goshiki hates but drowns out his thoughts in a way he loves-; a way that allows him to only focus on you.

Neither of you catch them, the two men huddled up and pressed along the wall by the patio door looking like two peeping toms trying not to get caught. Ushijima and Tendou watch as you lead Goshiki up the stairs with your hands in his and his jacket slipping from his shoulders, a peck and string of giggles after every step. Tendou cheers, Ushijima smiles, and they clink their beers together before watching you two disappear down the hallway.

The thumps grow duller and the lights less tinted as you lead Goshiki down the hall with a trail of kisses, laughing into his neck when his arms start to snake around you. You count the doors as you pass—two, three, four—until you get to his bedroom. A hand on the knob, you push the door (and your luck) and by grace it opens. Goshiki’s feet are frozen as he watches you, easy grin on your lips as his jacket falls onto the floor. You walk around his room, skimming your fingers over his dresser, lazily sifting by the clothes in his closet, until you wind up at his bed. It’s sharp, how the breath gets punched out of him as you take your seat on the edge of it. You don’t say anything, you don’t have to, you just hold your hand out to him with a smile as sweet as sin.

And as Goshiki rushes to close the door behind him, he knows he was wrong about that whole heaven thing earlier.

Because right now there’s an angel sitting on the edge of his bed, and he thinks this one night will be better than heaven is ever going to get.

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