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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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Heya! I was just wondering if I could request headcanons for Akaashi and Kageyama where they see that the reader (who they have a secret crush on) got stood up at a restaurant date and how they would react and do about it? This recently happened to me and its sucks. A lot. 😅

Thank you and have a great day!!

hey anon! i’m sorry that happened to you, the dude’s a dick. you deserve better than that <3

starring: a. keiji, k. tobio

type: kinda angst-to-fluff but non-haikyuu-boys people are the ones causing the angst

warnings: i had akaashi's more detailed around the dialogue part but my stupid laptop just shut down though it was at like 78% so it isn't as it used to be. one pseudo-swear (shoot)??. you address each other by last names because you aren't close enough for first. mx. is a gn term. gender neutral.

wcs: 858 (akaashi) & 714 (kageyama)

AKAASHI

you look down to check the time. 8:05 pm. and still, no show and the message "where are you?” you sent remained read but unanswered. you were supposed to meet your blind date in front of the restaurant a bit over an hour ago. you squeezed your eyes, trying to hold back tears threatening to fall, feeling rejected and hungry. you tighten your grip on your wallet, promising yourself to leave if they didn’t show up in the next 10 minutes.

across the street, akaashi was just leaving the supermarket after stocking up on some groceries. he moved his neck to relieve it of a bit of tension from spending hours bent over his desk when he saw you on the other side rubbing your eyes. seeing you like that, alone and rubbing your eyes — did something get in your eye? were you crying? he honestly had no idea — in front of a busy restaurant made him curious. his legs acted on their own and there he was, running up the stairs of the overpass, lugging his grocery bags to check up on you.

"hey (last name). fancy seeing you here," akaashi says, panting lightly.

you gasp in surprise; you didn't noticed him there. "oh shoot, i didn't even notice you! fancy seeing you too, akaashi. what a coincidence," you turn around to face him.

"is... is something wrong? you look- you don't seem to be fine."

"no no, nothing's wrong. did you get groceries?" you nod at the direction of his bag, "they seem heavy."

"yeah, but they aren't really that heavy. and please don't avoid the topic, i just want to know. (last name), are you really feeling alright?"

as much as you want to act as if everything was alright, your body didn’t; a few tears glisten in your eyes. and before you know it, the tears seemingly gush out in steady streams down your cheeks. the feelings of rejection you had earlier return stronger and accompanying it was the slight embarrassment of having a witness to what was definitely going to be a public breakdown.

akaashi looks almost entirely panicked as he ushers you to a nearby bench, slotting some spare change in the vending machine and rushing back to you with a bottle of water in his hands. as soon as he sits down next to you, you bury your head into his shoulder, sobbing into his sleeves as your shoulders heave with every cry. he feels a bit lost about what to do as puts his arms around you, gently and awkwardly rubbing your back and shoulders. he desperately wants you to feel better; whenever you feel sad, he heart just about breaks. akaashi really hates it when you’re feeling this low and he would do anything just to see your smile again.

a few minutes later, your breathing slows down and your sobs have died out. you inhale deeply into his t-shirt before raising your head from his shoulders. almost immediately, he removes his hands from around you, the tiniest blush threatening to show up. he pushes the bottle towards you. you give him a grateful smile as you twist open the cap and drink, taking huge gulps in. “sorry about your sleeve, i think i got it a bit wet. and thank you for the water… and for… y’know, for-for this,” you say, not trusting yourself enough yet to put what you mean into words.

he gives you a smile of his own and shakes his head, “no problem, i don’t mind at all. if you’re.. do you wanna talk about it? it’s fine if you don’t, i’d understand,” he rubs the back of his head, almost sheepishly.

you look down into your lap. are you really considering telling him this? you thought about it for another second. apparently you were.

you took a deep breath in before starting. “it’s not really that big of a deal. i had this… this blind date that one of my friends set up for me. i didn’t really want to do it, but she said it would be fun, doing this just once. so anyway, we agreed to meet out of that fancy restaurant at about 6:30pm. and they… didn’t show up? i don’t know why, but that made me feel a bit sad and so… yeah,” you awkwardly finish up.

after a few seconds of silence, you start again, “see? i told you, it wa-“

unbeknownst to you, akaashi was nearly furious in your behalf. how dare he not show up? he cuts you off by saying, “they’re a jerk, you deserve someone who treats you better.” the words ‘i would treat you better’ at the tip of his tongue. “do you wanna like have dinner together? like us two? i know it’s late and all, but there’s this really cool diner i think you might like just down the street. they serve onigiris.”

your stomach rumbles in response. you wipe the last few tears before standing up and proclaiming, “you know what? i would enjoy those onigiris better than whatever they had.”

“well then, what are we waiting for?”

KAGEYAMA

“ahh mx.? if you aren’t going to order anything else, would you be alright with leaving?” the waitress gives you an apologetic smile, “there’s a lot of people coming in right now and not a lot of tables. or do you want to get something else?”

you rummage through your purse to get some money out. although she said that you were the thousandth customer of the week and were getting a free drink, you'd feel guilty if you didn't spend any money. and besides, you knew the "nth customer" thing was a farce; you were once in her place as well. you apologize to her for taking up time and space, offering her the cash. she accepts and gives you another sympathetic smile, telling you to take a few more minutes to yourself before leaving. you smile back.

you prop your head on your hand and stare out the window, thinking back to how excited you were just a couple of hours ago and how much you wanted to impress your blind date. and how you even fantasized about how it might end up. dreams are a different thing from reality, and thoughts and facts don't always match up. no matter how long you sat there waiting, your date wasn't going to show up. that's a fact, you knew that was true. but you still couldn't help hoping that they might show up. the double blue-ticks on your messages begged to disagree with your feeble hopes.

outside, kageyama stared up at the sign and back down at his phone. so this was the place his teammates all talked about. it didn't look any different than any other restaurant to him, but he needed to eat here if he wanted to improve on his sets — he read online that experiencing the same things help form connections and connections are important to understand how their sets should be. he doesn't know how to explain it; just that it makes sense to him. he tentatively steps in, and in immediately greeted by a cheery waitress.

"hello sir, welcome to spice show! i'll be your waitress for today. how many people are there in your group?" she asks, smiling politely and welcoming him in.

he scans through the restaurant, "table for on- (last name)?"

she blinks in confusion. "what?"

but before she could even finish, he's heading over to where you're seated. "(last... name)?"

you turn to him, surprised, "kageyama? what are you doing here?"

"i was hungry and my teammates said the food here was good. what about you?"

"oh!" you smile. "yeah, the drinks are pretty sweet too. i was just bored and so... yeah. heard a lot of good stuff about this place too."

"i'm sorry if you think it's rude but why're you out here alone? it's just- i usually see you out with your friends," he fiddles with his fingers, looking down.

you blink. "what, i can't eat out alone?" you tease.

he turns scarlet almost immediately. "n-no! you can! but i meant that because you were... never mind."

"'because i was...'? what do you mean?"

"you looked like you were sad and about to cry when you were looking out," he blurts out, unable to keep it in anymore. it had made him feel sad, just looking at you, blankly staring out the window.

you let out a laugh, "i was on here for a date. the date was a no-show." you look up at him, giving him a smile tinged with melancholy, "funny, right? 'spice-show', 'no-show'?"

he mutters something under his breath. when you look at him questioningly, he says loudly, "that person's an asshole. they don't deserve you." you reach out to him and squeeze his arm as a silent thanks. "i'm sorry about them," he says. you shake your head.

"you haven't had lunch yet, right?" you asks. he shakes his head. "what do you say, we split up some schezwan noodles and fried rice?" he nods at this. "great," you say, standing up, "i'll go order us some lunch then!"

he smiles to himself, glad he could see you smile similar to how you usually would. if he could, he'd do anything to see it, even eat the famously spicy noodles he knows he can't handle.

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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i want more yamaguchi fics why aren’t there enough fics for my baby? >:(

starring: y. tadashi (feat. t. kei)

type: sorta angst to fluff? idk. maybe like hopeless to hopeful if that exists?

warnings: gn! reader. the ending is implied. a bit rushed.

wc: 348 words

note: although in valentine’s day in japan the chocolates are given by girls, i tweaked it to being the day boys receive it. happy valentine’s day!

cultural aspect: giri chocolates are obligatory chocolates, tomo chocolates are exchanged between friends and honmei chocolates are given during confessions.

yamaguchi despises the 14th of february.

ok, maybe “despises” might be too strong of a word — it’s probably supposed to be called “deep resentment” because of the magnitude —, but nonetheless, the sentiment remains the same.

and ok, maybe he doesn’t really hate the date, but the meaning of it.

valentine's day.

the supposed day of love and romance.

how does one without either even celebrate it, he thinks to himself every year.

for as long as valentine’s day has been known to him as a romantic thing, he had never had a romantic fling.

of course he received some chocolate every year! giri chocolates, or maybe sometimes even some tomo chocolate. and a lot of honmei chocolates.

too bad they were never his.

every year, he tries — and fails — to not get his hopes up whenever he sees someone walk up to him with some special-looking chocolate. and every year, they say, “yamaguchi… right? could you please give this to tsukishima for me? thanks!” before rushing back to their group of friends who all talk about how “brave” it was of them to confess. praising them like they gave it to tsukishima.

and every year, yamaguchi sighs out loud seeing the huge pile of chocolates and love letters on his friend’s desk, seeing his crush confess their feelings to tsukishima, only to be rejected a few seconds later.

as much as he would never admit it out loud, yamaguchi almost resented tsukishima for this. he knew it wasn’t tsukishima’s fault. but still.

still.

at this point, it has become almost second nature to just hand tsukishima the chocolate he receives; they were meant for him anyway, yamaguchi was just the deliverer.

so acting on instinct, he cuts in, “you want me to give this to tsukki, right?”

you stare at him, bewildered. “umm no. it’s uh… it’s for you, dummy. can’t you see your name on it?” you lightly kick the snow, looking away. “i… like you, yamaguchi. please accept my feelings.”

yamaguchi turns red.

maybe valentine’s day might not be so bad after all.

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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ughhhh my hearttttt

heartsick

an angsty turned fluffy suna x reader [2.7k]

⎯⎯ in which he says he regrets marrying you

warnings: none i believe

a/n: late for the collab i know. m sorry <33 i still hope u like it | big ty @chemmerson for reassuring my insecure ass <3 ily

masterlist + inbox

this is part of @lovemeian‘s collab

You don’t even remember what exactly started this argument or why everything went down this way. Honestly, you didn’t know what started most of the arguments you had with your husband these past weeks. All you know is that you have constantly been at each other‘s throats,

Maybe it was because you were under enormous amounts of stress these past weeks. You could barely sleep properly, living by every day with a hazy mind as you thoughtfully did your duties. Work life has become more stressful too, with your boss simply drowning you with more and more tasks with deadlines approaching.

And Suna and you? The two of you drifted apart.

It’s not like it was solely your fault. Whenever you got to see him - which wasn’t often to be honest - he seemed tired but restless. Bouncing his legs whenever he sat down, only answering in short sentences or not answering at all. He was barely home, enjoying his married life anywhere but not at home.

You didn’t want to blame him for that. If you had a choice, you probably would do the same, given the situation the two of you were in. It was obvious how the two of you were tiptoeing around each other, careful of every movement as you didn’t want to cause another meaningless argument.

Well, safe to say that didn’t always work out.

Just like today.

It seemed like just about everything ticked you off today. How the bed was empty yet again when you woke up, how the laundry bin was busting, how you seemed to run into every red traffic light imaginable. How your boss just gave you another deadline like the five others weren’t close enough and how your coworker spilled their coffee onto your shirt while rushing by and didn’t even apologize but instead only rolled their eyes and muttered a curse. How you came home and were immediately confronted with the mess that your home has become: dishes in the sink, dirty laundry now not only in the bin but also on your bathroom floor, shoes messily thrown to the side instead of neatly placed on the rack.

And your husband being nowhere in sight, leaving everything to you again.

You hated this.

Coming home to an empty home, silence bouncing off the walls as soon as you shut the door behind you. Wanting nothing more than to lie down for even just a minute, allowing yourself a few seconds or minutes of rest after an exhausting day, but staying on your feet nonetheless, immediately getting to work again. Doing the laundry, cleaning each and every room and making some dinner, because who would do it if it wasn’t you?

It was monotone, boring and above all exhausting.

Was a marriage supposed to be like this? So bland, so dark, so lonely?

Was it so wrong of you to oh so selfishly crave something more?

Though honestly, if you knew how stupid it was to bring up this issue today of all days, you wouldn’t have done so. You couldn’t help but believe that maybe you should have just sucked it up, enduring the silence and loneliness of your home and just waited for it to get better. It would even without you interfering, wouldn’t it?

At least, if you did, you surely wouldn’t stand in your living room, face to face with your husband as you two argued, no, yelled at each other again.

»Can you just stop for five minutes?« you cried out, clenching your fists on your side in frustration. You felt like screaming out, completely fed up with this situation. All you wanted was to talk, all you wanted was to make this better.

You were afraid. What if everything was crumbling right by your feet? What if you were the one to make this home fall apart, because you were the one that didn’t do enough?

»You don’t have to yell at me!« Suna shot back, his voice equally loud as he rolled his eyes at you.

You knew he was tired, hell, you were too, but you also knew that you had to talk. There was no way you could just let this go on even longer. You didn’t want to spend another night wide awake, staring at your ceiling or your husband’s back as he slept, scared of what might happen the next day, holding on to happy memories you had made in the past.

Despite so many years of being together, despite everything you shared, you were so close to falling apart that you believed that if you let this go on for even one more day, everything would be lost.

»It’s not like you’d be listening to me otherwise!« you yelled, resisting the urge to stomp your foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. You were going nowhere with this, simply running in circles. The both of you should calm down, you should talk like civilized people with each other. The yelling should stop, the accusations should stop.

However, there was nothing you could have done to prevent the hurt and betrayal that accompanied Suna’s next words.

»Why the hell did I even marry you?« he spat, immediately turning on his heels, leaving you behind, only staring at his figure with wide eyes. »I would have never done this shit if I knew what I was getting myself into!«

You were too stunned to speak, to even breathe as his voice kept booming. »It’s just all about your nagging! I’m not your fucking caretaker!«

It was only after many seconds of pressed silence that your husband’s slouched shoulders shot up, immediately turning around to meet your shocked state. You still couldn’t talk, only looking at him with big, betrayed eyes. »No, wait- I didn’t«

»What?« your voice wasn’t louder than a whisper, your bottom lip shaking as you took in shallow breaths. However, you didn’t even realize how your lungs barely filled with any air as you were still too shocked to notice anything but Suna in front of you with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth. He blinked a few times, like he couldn’t even comprehend just what he had said.

How could he?

»I swear I didn‘t mean it« the brunette tried, stepping forward, resulting in you taking a few steps back, distancing yourself from him.

Suna’s eyebrows furrowed a bit as he noticed this, but he couldn’t really blame you. If he was you, he most likely would’ve done the same. »Why would you even say something like that?«

»Fuck, I‘m sorry« he apologized, reaching out to you, only to have you retracting your wrist from his grasp.

You didn’t want to look at him right now. You couldn’t.

Sure, what he said was most likely an in-the-moment-thing. Hell, Suna loved you, he cherished you, he always had. He had told you countless times how you were the love of his life, how he wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.

And yet, what if that changed over the last months? What if he was simply sick of you? Sick of the arguing, the yelling, the coldness and the solitude. Sick of the way everything that once made a beautiful relationship crumbled and fell apart, leaving behind nothing but ashes and dust.

But weren’t you too?

»Why would you even think that this was okay?« you asked, your voice almost monotone as you recovered from the initial shock. Soon after you felt the first tears wallowing up in your eyes, blurring your vision.

»Please, I promise I didn‘t mean to« Suna’s eyes never left your figure as he ran his fingers through his hair, still in disbelief.

»But you still said it« you clenched your jaw, trying to rapidly blink the tears away. »How could you even say that?«

The truth was, Suna didn’t know. He didn’t know what came over him and he surely didn’t know what would ever give him the right to say such a cruel thing to you. You, the person he was a hundred percent sure he loved, the person that had always showed him that they loved him unconditionally.

And yet he was the person that had hurt you like no one else ever had.

Shaking your head, you stepped back again, slowly nearing the door that you immediately burst through.»I- I need a minute«

You don’t know how much time has passed. A few minutes? Thirty minutes? An hour? Two? As soon as you walked, well, ran, out of your living room and left your started and incredibly guilty husband behind, you closed the bedroom door behind you and slid down, sitting down on the floor. Knees hugging to your chest and eyes closed, you let your mind run freely. During this time you weren’t aware of one thought, almost like everything happened on autopilot and left you in the dark about your own self, your own mind, scared of what you might hear once you became aware of yourself again.

It was only when you heard a soft knock that you became aware of your surroundings again, finally feeling the wetness on your cheeks and noticing your puffy eyes.

You kept quiet as your husband whispered your name, his voice weak and almost shaky.

Unbeknownst to you, Suna hadn’t left the spot he was standing in when you left the living room for this entire time. No, he simply stood there, right hand still reaching slightly forward and his eyes cast down, staring at the carpet that still held your footprints. How could he even say something like this? The brunette didn’t even try to stop his mind from screaming at him, letting the guilt consume his shaking statue. He couldn’t believe the words that spilled out of his mouth like they were nothing, completely unaware of the sheer gravity of them. All he knew was that he needed to make this up to you.

He wasn’t sure if you could forgive him for this. Hell, he didn’t even know if he could. But he surely would do everything in his power to own up to what could turn out to be the biggest mistake in his life.

»I understand if you don’t want to let me in« Suna continued. He paused for a few moments, still unsure of what exactly to say. It was like everything he told himself just minutes prior was wiped from his memory, leaving him feeling like a nervous, guilty little boy again, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

»So, uh, you can leave the door closed if you’d like« he stumbled over his own words as he fiddled with his fingers. »Or open it if you want to, you know«

It was quiet for some time again, until his voice reached your ears again. »Ah well, I don’t even know if you’re awake right now. You looked so exhausted, so you’re probably asleep« Suna shook his head as he suppressed a nervous giggle. What was he even doing here, tripping over his own words like a high schooler again.

»I promise I didn’t mean a word I said« he whispered, pressing his head against the wooden door. Right now, he didn’t care if you were awake or not. He needed to get this off of his chest and he would repeat it if he had to too. He loved you more than anything and he needed you to know. He needed to own up and he needed to make up for this, because of everything he feared, losing you was his number one.

»I love you more than anything else, more than anyone else« he continued, swallowing repeatedly as he already felt a lump in his throat. »You‘re my world«

»You‘re my everything«

What he didn’t know however was that you were wide awake, listening to every word and every choked sob as your own tears started rolling over your cheeks again. And even though your heart was bleeding, you needed to see him so desperately, because despite everything, you still loved Suna with your entire being.

Slowly you rose to your feet, knees buckling as you regained feeling in your legs. Putting your own forehead against the door, you took a few breaths, hand almost cramping around the door handle.

However, before you pushed it down, you needed to have one question answered. »Why did you marry me?«

Too stunned to even allow himself to feel slightly relieved that you were indeed awake, Suna stared at the door, blinking in confusion. »What?«

»Why did you marry me?« you repeated, your voice surprisingly clear. »Certainly not for all this shouting, arguing and silence, right?«

Much to your and Suna’s surprise, he didn’t even need to think about it, instead immediately answering your question with a determined but still somehow soft voice. »I married you because I love you. Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I couldn’t imagine living just one day without you«

You pressed your lips together before sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. You two loved each other so much it hurt, you were willing to do everything for each other and yet right now you didn’t even know if that was enough. And this was probably the thing that hurt more than anything. You wanted this to work, you wanted to be with him, just like he wanted to be with you, but why did it feel impossible? Why was everything falling apart when you did nothing but try to be the best for each other?

»But isn’t this what we’re doing all the time?« you whispered, hand clenching around the metal handle. »We’re not together. We live in the same home, we eat from the same plates and we share the same bed but we aren’t a team anymore, Rin. And you know this, don’t you?«

»Fuck, I-« his voice died out for nothing more than a heartbeat, and yet this sort moment tore your heart even more. »We are a team, [y/n], we have always been«

Were you really?

»Please, I know I can’t take back what I said« the brunette continued, clenching his eyes shut. He couldn’t turn back time and stop himself for saying this, he couldn’t stop time and slap himself for even thinking for a mere millisecond that spitting those words he spat at you were even remotely okay, he couldn’t stop and just listen to you like you wanted. But he had to do everything in his power to make this right - and he would. »And there’s nothing I can do to make this okay«

»But please, let me try« Your heart clenched at his weak voice, hearing how hard he tried to hold back tears. »I love you. I love you so much, please«

And when you heard him sink to his knees, repeatedly mumbling an incoherent mess of begging and apologies, you opened the door, getting down on the floor in front of your husband, your own eyes moist again. Your hands were slightly shaking as you reached out for him, whispering his name.

»Fuck, I’m so sorry« Suna carefully took your hands into his, running his thumb over them. His yellow eyes were glossy as he finally got a look at you, his heart stinging even more as he noticed your red and tearstroken face. »I love you so much, I promise I didn’t mean it«

»Marrying you was the best decision of my life« he continued, not once breaking eye contact as tears ran over your cheeks again. »And I would never regret it«

However, you stayed quiet as you looked at your husband. You wanted to believe him, you knew he was sincere, hell, you knew he loved you and you knew that you loved him. But you couldn’t just ignore the stinging in your chest and the voice that kept whispering to your ear. »I love you« you finally whispered. »I love you so much«

»I love you too« he answered, clenching his jaw as he brought your hands up to press a kiss on them. »I love you«

»Let me make up for this« And somehow you started sobbing again, to which your husband didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms carefully, rubbing his hands over your back and pressing a small kiss on the side of your head. »I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how happy I am to have you by my side«

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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your rbs give me life :(( <3

i think i speak for just about all content creators when i say that i level up every time someone reblogs my shit and adds nice tags

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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hq!! character types

insp below the cut

Continua a leggere

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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"You don't happen to have any plans for Valentines, right? Oh, I'm just asking for...a friend. Yeah! A friend. You know me, always happy to help out."

"So is that a yes or no?"

- Daichi

#lmaoo #daichi x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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so i like read this piece about sakusa canonically loving dogs and it got me thinking…

starring: s. kiyoomi

type: fluffy. no relationship aspects explored but fluffy anway

warnings: gn! reader. reader is dating sakusa. reader is either not allergic to dogs or ready to take claritin everyday. one (1) implication of death (no death occurs and it is very subtle). “k*ll” used once (type of shelter).

wc: 643 words

sakusa kiyoomi loves dogs.

this is a fact, known only to those are close with him or his teachers — he has a tendency to doodle little dogs in his exam papers while thinking about the answers.

although it’s not really something he tries to hide. in fact, he silently follows the dogs he sees outside with his eyes and he always finds himself giving a slight nod whenever someone comments on how cute or pretty the dog looked. all dogs — big or small, with or without much fur, brown, golden, black, white, mixed coloring, all of them — were, in his eyes, were the best creations to grace the earth.

but fate can be the most cruelest thing to exist, huh? his dad was allergic to dogs — he’d have a sneezing fit whenever a dog walked past him —, so he’d never get to have one.

never got to have one before, he corrects his own thoughts. didn’t get the chance to when he was younger, but now, after having moved in with you in your own cozy apartment and after having multiple discussions about this, he would finally get one. you would finally get one.

he was very thankful that he had you. you who listened to him when he talked about dogs. you who asked him the question he always wanted to ask, but was too afraid to. “do you maybe want to adopt a dog, omi?” you’d asked one day, ‘out of the blue’ (although he claims it was out of the blue, in reality you just sensed that he wanted to ask this for weeks now — with the way he kept steering conversations into the topic of dogs, it was kinda obvious to you).

obviously you decided to visit the kill-shelter nearest to you; you were good people, of course. the only condition you laid forth was that you weren’t going to adopt a dog that was extremely sick or needed a lot of medications this time. recent college grads don’t make enough to afford that.

as soon as you reach the shelter, sakusa was off. you chuckle to yourself seeing him speed-walk throughout the shelter with literal heart eyes. you smile at the younger worker (highschooler at her part-time job, maybe?) and shake your head when she, trembling, asks whether you need any help. omi probably scared her a bit, you think to yourself.

“…can’t we just adopt them all?” sakusa turns to you with a pout under his mask. “i know you’re gonna say that we can’t afford it just yet, but still,” he answers himself. he sighs out loud.

“um s-sir? there are more dogs back there,” the young employee says, gesturing to the back. “a few of them have… uh… complications.”

sakusa’s eyes widen as he walks through the back. the sounds of dogs barking and whining echo throughout the dimly lit place. so. many. dogs.

one little noise, however, catches his attention. he walks to the very end where he hears it from. a small golden retriever pup stands on her hind legs, scratching at the metal cage.

15th february, 2022, he reads.

it was the 13th of february today.

he crouches down to her eye-level, gesturing for you to come and see her. she places her paw on the metal. sakusa places his palm there in response, giving her a gentle smile.

you like her a lot too. she was pretty, even with her torn ears and the healing burns on her legs and tail. and she seems to be well-mannered too — she hadn’t tried to bite sakusa’s hand when he tried to get close, nor was she growling at either of you.

sakusa looks over to you, asking you a silent question.

your answer is obvious.

two hours later, you return home with sakusa, kira in tow.

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

—shadow on the moon

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

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

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

words: 1350

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps he could take back that last thought.

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

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

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

It’s not like they cared anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Their ignorance only made Yachi even sadder.

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

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

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

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

—reblogging helps, thank youu!!

#recs #haikyuu

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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How has your day been? adjust checking in on my favorite content creator.

aww thanks <3 my day’s been going well, thanks for asking! i went gift-shopping this morning and wore that cute dress i wanted to wear out for a while. and how was your day?

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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he's never been a man of many words and he much rather listen to you ramble about your interests than talk about himself.

at the beginning of your relationship, you couldn't help but wonder if he actually paid attention to you as he rarely made any comment —only humming in agreement every now and then—.

all your fears went away when you noticed the pile of books on his nightstand; you did not comment on it, but next time you talked about that topic you had been fixating on he had some very good remarks

Hajime Iwaizumi | Shinsuke Kita (he'd lend the books to you once he finishes reading them) | Takanobu Aone (if you ever comment on the books you saw he'd blush intensely but his chest would puff with pride too because yes, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you!) | Osamu Miya | Kei Tsukishima (playfully looks for ways to use his new knowledge against you) | Rintarō Suna | Megumi Fushiguro | Kento Nanami (becomes an expert and ends up teaching you) | Katsuki Bakugo (if you tell him you saw the books he'll deny it) | Hitoshi Shinso | Aizawa Shota | Shoto Todoroki (will underline the parts he doesn't understand to ask you about it later) | Tamaki Amajiki (please don't bring up the books you saw or he'll combust)

#brb i’m crying rn #oh my fucking goooood #this is so so so so fucking adorable #like heart meltingly so #i actually have a pile of books on my table that i’ve been waiting for someone to talk about #<33

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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this is so fucking sweet my heart is literally melting <3

what you do for love ○•♡•○

watching your favorite movie so they can talk to you about it...

♡it they are completely honest it wouldn't have been their first choice to watch on their day off. however, the last time you two had hung out you were so excited to talk about this film. so here they are, watching so attentively just to make sure they don't miss anything, hoping that this could make you smile.

->iwaizumi, oikawa, tsukishima [he is a movie nerd]

is the best listener when you've had a bad day...

♡they dont even need to say anything. the way that they watch as you talk about whatever is bothering you is more than enough. and if you cru they are there for you, pulling you towards them, stroking your hair to calm you down. and when you apologize it's a small kiss to your head with a shake, "You're never a bother to me y/n"

->aone [I'm in tears], ushijima, bokuto

buys you flowers just because...

♡it started off as just a thing they did on special occasions. but when they saw how excited you got with every petal, they decodes you deserved as many flowers as possible. and so it seems every week the vase that decorates your home is filled with a new arrangement, a little handwritten note placed in the bunch, 'just to make you smile babe <3'

->kuroo, hinata, ukai

remembers the little things...

♡it could be as simple as the way you like to tie your shoes to the next time you need to go to the doctor. it may seem a bit overkill to some, but to them it's their responsibility to look out for you so dutifully. they remember things even you may not even remember saying. and if you ask they just shrug it off. for you? they would do anything if it meant it made you happy.

->akaashi, tanaka, sakusa

xoxo ches ♡

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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awwwhh <33

ever since i learned that kiyoomi canonically likes dogs, my brain has been on overdrive. so, here's another blurb to feed into my brainrot.

omi always has treats on him so he could feed the dogs he passes by on the streets. he could be on his daily run and he'll still have a tiny bag of treats in his running waist pack.

if he can, he'll literally stop walking to give pets to the dogs he meets but if not, he always makes sure to wave at them.

omi's very sociable with dogs but that doesn't translate well into human interactions so when he's at the park and he sees a dog he wants to pet, he stares at the dog until the owner eventually notices the 6'3 well-built man seemingly glowering from the distance and hesitantly offers him to pet their dog.

junior high omi who began working as a dog sitter and dog walker when the elderly couple in the house beside his couldn't walk their sweet rottie on enough walks anymore because of their old age.

omi who started volunteering in dog shelters after that and transitioned into periodically donating large sums of money instead when he went pro and his schedule got too busy.

omi who lets the big old family dog bulldoze him to the floor and plop on top of him whenever he visits home. he hugs the dog to his chest and often jokingly thinks to himself, "what a good way to go out."

omi who brings the old dog around when he's doing errands and the general public just see this intimidating man with a perpetual scowl baby carrying the dog when it gets too scared to ride the escalator.

college omi who had to move out and live in the dorms but only stayed for literally a week at most when he learned they didn't allow dogs there. he pouts to his mom about this and she just shakes her head, giggling out a "you're just like your father" before eventually helping him find an apartment that does allow dog. (he adopts an old pittie immediately after)

(a tiny blind goldie pup joins them a few months later)

omi is nowhere near unpopular in college (i mean how can he be when he looks like *gestures wildly at him* that) so he gets invited out a lot to hangout and for the most part, he relents and goes but on the days where his dogs get clingy with him, he doesn't hesitate to cancel plans with a single "my dog needs me. next time." text. they always think he's making up excuses but unbeknownst to them, omi is trapped to the bed by two pups sleeping on top of him.

young omi who cried when the pups from their family dog had to be given away. he cuddled them to sleep the night before they were leaving.

omi whose aura doesn't deter dogs from jumping up on him and the poor owners have to scramble to apologize and pull the dog away because of the fear they'll get cussed out. omi always leaves them in awe when he chuckles softly and says it's alright and sneaks a treat to their dog.

omi isn't big on messaging the msby group chat, preferring to mute them. but he does send captionless photos of his dogs randomly. the first time it happens, they're all so shocked. meian asks "did you mean to send that, sakusa?" and omi only replies with a photo of himself with his dogs napping on his chest and a short "yes." suffice to say, everyone now looks forward to omi's messages.

omi's love for dogs doesn't go unnoticed by the fanbase and this prompts them to tag him on social media with videos and photos of their own dogs. they soon learn that it's a very effective way of getting his attention because he always tries to like all of them. it's his favorite thing to do when he catches a break while travelling for an away game.

when interviewers catch wind of this, omi shares that when he retires he hopes to start taking in dying and old dogs who were left in the pound or dog shelter just so they could experience a loving home before they die.

so touched by omi's words, their fanbase started doing fundraising activities. when he finds out about this he absolutely does not shed a few tears. he often donates to these fundraisers as well on top of his own personal donations to animal shelters.

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ahhhh my heart <333

sakusa kiyoomi used to think that people who got drunk and woke up in questionable places were utterly and completely stupid.

ridiculous, he’d sigh as he’d get a text from hinata, his teammate having apparently left his keys at the bar and reporting that he’d woken up outside his apartment. sakusa drove all the way to his place, only to find out his keys were in his pocket.

irresponsible, he’d say with a roll his eyes as he’d drive a pouting bokuto back to his place after falling asleep in meian’s bathtub after a summer barbecue. his clothes were soaked because the fool had tried to take a shower.

idiotic, he’d scoff as he peeled a dry-heaving atsumu off the counter of onigiri miya, the idiot having abused his knowledge of the security code with the intention of grabbing a midnight snack. as expected, osamu had not been impressed.

his friends were stupid, and sakusa swore he’d never sink to their depths. he wasn’t ridiculous, irresponsible, or idiotic. surely it’d never happen to him.

…is what he thought before this morning, when he’d blinked awake to a pounding in his head. he’d groaned, pulling the sheets back up to his chin—

sheets that were not his own. his bedsheets were dark grey, not blue.

alarmed, he sits up and immediately regrets it with the way the pounding behind his eyes intensifies. but a quick glance around at the placement of the dressers and the colour of the walls confirms his fear and hypocrisy.

this was not his room, and he’d no idea how he’d ended up here.

in a moment of panic, he lifts the sheets and is at least relieved to see he’s still clothed, and not naked in a stranger’s bed.

his phone, plugged in and fully charged, sits on the night stand on his left. he figures that might be the best place to start unravelling the night before.

as he goes to grab it, he sees the picture frame. he knows komori’s face like he knows his own, which is also in the photo. both he and his cousin are smiling, and his heart thumps loudly in his chest when he sees that the person in the middle is too.

this isn’t komori’s house and it obviously isn’t his, which means…it’s yours.

and he remembers bits now, the events leading up to now. there’s a flash of your smile behind a gin and tonic. hushed conversation as you updated him on your life, as if he hadn’t been stalking your social media whenever you came across his feed. reaching to pay the tab at the same time, your fingertips gently brushing his. the warmth blooming across his face from the alcohol and the feel of your lips on his in the back of the cab.

sakusa kiyoomi’s never been the type to care about what others think of him, because the only opinion that matters is his own…but he hopes that you found him charming. he hopes that he told jokes that made you laugh. he hopes that he impressed you. he hopes that you see how much he’s changed from his high school self, who was too nervous and self-conscious and shy to tell you how he felt.

his phone buzzes insistently, shattering the already fragmented memories he desperately wanted to glue together.

sakusa picks it up, hitting accept.

“hello—”

“omi-omi?” atsumu asks, as if surprised that he would pick up his own phone. “oh my god! we thought you were dead!”

“why would i be dead?” he sighs, wincing at the shouting. “but—”

“bokkun, shoyo, it’s omi! he’s alive!” his shouts are barely muffled, a failed attempt to cover the receiver. there are some cheers on the other end, then atsumu’s talking again. “we thought ya went home without us again or somethin’, but then you weren’t pickin’ up or answering our texts, so we thought—”

“i’m fine, don’t worry,” he assures his teammate, dragging a hand down his face. “but i…need you to pick me up.”

a pause. “wait, so you’re not at home?”

“no, i’m at—” he cuts himself off, hesitating. he’s just woken up at his high school crush’s place, but like hell he’s telling atsumu that. “…a friend’s.”

another pause, this time followed by a loud gasp. “is this the friend you were talking to last night? because you two looked real cozy. oh my god, omi, did you sleep with her? did you have a one night stand?”

the mere idea of sleeping with you is enough to bring about another wave of warmth to his cheeks, and he’s about to deny all accusations when atsumu interrupts him.

“bokkun, shoyo! he slept at a girl’s place! omi got laid!”

“i didn’t get laid,” he hisses in a low voice, suddenly very aware that he’s in your home, and that you might actually still be here. “at least…at least i don’t think we did anything other than…kiss.”

his heart skips a beat. holy shit, he kissed you.

atsumu’s resorted unintelligible screeching just as the bedroom door creaks open, and you poke your head in, soft smile on your face.

“good morning. can i come in?”

sakusa immediately hangs up. “of course, sorry about that.”

you push the door open a little wider, and his stomach does a backflip as you settle yourself on the edge of the bed, holding two mugs.

“it’s just tea,” you say, holding one out in offering. “chamomile, with a bit of honey.”

“thank you,” he nods, taking the steaming mug. there are dozens of questions scattered about his mind, but he can hardly seem to collect them when you’re sitting so close, glowing softly in the morning light.

(who would have though that all it’d take was some alcohol for him to realize that you’re not just a high school crush. you’re his current crush too.)

he’s grateful that after a moment of quiet sipping, you speak first.

“we didn’t…do anything,” you tell him. “if that’s what you were wondering. i just— you wanted to leave and i didn’t know your address so i brought you to my place. i slept on the couch. i barely convinced you to take the bed. i never would have guessed sakusa kiyoomi loved to cuddle.”

your tone is light, teasing, not carrying one hint of displeasure or malice, but he still feels a swirl of guilt and embarassment in his gut. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to impose.”

“no! i didn’t mind at all,” you insist. “it was really nice to see you again, omi. in fact, i’d love if you stayed for breakfast, at least.”

“i’d like that,” he blurts before he can even stop to assess the situation.

“wonderful,” you smile again, and he can’t help but return it. you always had a habit of pulling such reactions from him. “also…you talked a lot on the elevator up, and it made me realize something.”

ah, here we go. you’re about to shoot him down, tell him that you never saw him that way and that you’d been too drunk to know what you were doing and saying.

you’re wringing your hands nervously, averting your gaze to your mug. “i…i like you too.”

sakusa kiyoomi used to think that people that got drunk and woke up in questionable places were utterly and completely stupid, but as you crawl across the bed and slot yourself perfectly against his side? when you kiss him soft and sweet, slow and deep?

he doesn’t regret a thing.

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