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there’s so many hq boys but i really like these 2

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i have a medical condition that only lets me draw stzw.

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Shiratorizawa being overlooked so often makes me so damn mad like I’m in 5 Haikyu servers and whenever they do popularity polls Shiratorizawa literally loses first round ALL THE DAMN TIME

Like they worked so hard to get where they are, Top 8 consistently, and being fr if they had a diff coach who let them embrace their individual play styles, let them work as a damn team i genuinely think they could beat some other of the top teams.

No I’m not just glazing my favorite team. I’m being COMPLETELY honest.

Tendou, if Washijo just let him teach some other players to embrace that shit, or if they had an actual system instead of

“Taichi the omnivore and Tendou the Guess monster”

Like thats really effective and all, but what if they further enhanced it?

Don’t even get me started on the setters.

Shirabu is a very good player, but being fr he’s lowkey a hole in their defense. Unlike Hayato, he doesn’t have some extreme receiving skills to get him some ground over being short. Constantly throughout the Karasuno match, they’re scoring over his head.

Now I love Shirabu, I really do. But I love semi more (obviously).

Washijo is wasting SO MUCH TALENT with his damn “cannon” philosophy. Like bro, think abt it. If all of shiratorizawa used their talents to the fullest, wouldn’t it actually make them stronger?

I get sometimes that too much talent will overlap and sabotage each other, but focusing so many individual talents into one simple strength is kind of crazy. Like you literally invite some of the top players in your prefecture, then don’t even use them?

some people won’t understand how damn mad I was when Karasuno won. Like yay to Karasuno, I loved season 3, literally my favourite season ever, we got so much Noya screen time, BUT SERIOUSLY.

THAT MUCH PLOT ARMOR IS INSANE.

I get the writing and all, showing growth, but being fr.

THEYRE ONE OF THE TOP 8 INNTHE WHOLE COUNTRY.

WASHIJO WHEN I CATCH YOU YOU OLD MAN.

It’s giving Ego from blue lock, except at least Ego had a point. At least bro was being logical with his arbitrary decisions.

“Too many cooks spoil the broth” TYPE SHIT BRUH

BUT SHIRATORIZAWA IS LITERALLY SO DAMN ADAPTABLE. ISTG.

IM RAGING

all of them are so different from one another, and despite being the most incomplete team in miyagi, they STILL manage to work together, and have no real hard feelings.

They all worked so hard to get where they were, but then SUDDENLYBTHE PLOT ARMOUR COMES AND JUST DELETES THAT.

These guys literally do 100 serves just cause some old fossil said so. THATS INSANE.

Imagine having to endure so much extreme training, that honestly is so questionable, and still end up losing. You start to lose what the volleyball means to you just cause of some damn short ass man who couldn’t get over his old coach telling him he was a short fuck.

ID CRY TOO.

IF ANYONE CALLS SHIRATORIZAWA WIMPS FOR CRYING AFTER LOSING, ID LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY AND DO WHAT THEY DID.

THEY PUT BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS INTO THIS, AND STILL ENDED UP LOSING TO SOME RAGTAG TEAM THAT JUST STARYED GAINING MOMENTUM.

All they wanted was to take Goshiki to nationals fam.

One last time.

All of them were so well written I’m actually tweaking out that they don’t have a bigger fan base.

Oh I understand I mischaracterize some of them, like listen fam I have barely anything to work with SHUT UP.

But honestly writing them is such an adventure, and I’m literally going on multiple angry rants for them.

Please, somebody, hear me yell out into the void, and respond to what I wish.

Shiratorizawa respect.

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if it wasn't for the plot, Shiratorizawa would've sweeped Karasuno like how they sweeped through the rest of the teams in the tournament. Plus, with Ushijima playing well, (IF IT WASNT FOR THAT DAMN PLOT ARMOR) stzw would've won in 3 sets.

Seriously couldn't logically comprehend how a small developing team like Karasuno beat the perfecture's #1 team. The team that plays practice matches against college students, the team that has been to nationals multiple times, and most definitely the team with the clear advantage of height and experience.

Stzw clearly has a huge gap difference with the rest of the teams in the perfecture. As a powerhouse prestigious school/volleyball team, all there is to conclude is that they lost against plot armor.

THEY LITERALLY GLAZED SHIRATORIZAWA BEING THE STRONGEST ONLY TO MAKE THEM LOSE AGAINST KARASUNO???

oh we’re complaining about how much shiratorizawa should have won that match? be so fucking fr rn. everytime i think about it i get mad.

-skills wise shiratorizawa is LEAGUES better. i’m talking sports scholar ships. regular practice with college students. ushijima is playing for the NATIONAL TEAM (if you’re not an athlete i don’t think you are fully aware of how big the difference between a serious player who already trains multiple times a week and a nationally ranked player is). in fact, ALL OF THEM are so good that most of them are still playing after the time skip

-their practice is insanely difficult. they are constantly running drills. as you said they have played 5 set matches before. their stamina cannot be compared

-at one point the attack strategy was “target ushijima as much as possible so he’ll get tired” BUT IT DIDNT WORK???? he didn’t get tired???????? so essentially they focused all their attention on him, trying to tire him out… for nothing

-at one point both tsukki AND kageyama were off the playing field. they got replaced by suga and narita. you expect me to believe that they played like that for idk 15 points and shiratorizawa did not have a clear lead. what

-at the beginning of the match noya couldn’t even receive a spike from ushijima that came head on directly at him and somehow near the end anyone could receive it. what’s up with that

-it was mentioned only like twice but the fun strategy where everyone runs at once leaves MAJOR holes in an already mediocre defense. if tendo reads them right that’s IT. that happened often enough and i’m still expected to believe that it’s a smart strategy bc it makes use of the entire team or something…. when that precisely also contributed to every single one of them exhausting their stamina

-height wise?? shiratorizawa is on average taller too???

-don’t even get me started on playing experience against other teams. most of shiratorizawa’s players are third years. the sheer level of experience in playing against good and unique teams is enormous. summer camp with 4 other schools will not be able to just overcome that in a few weeks. you cannot tell me that shiratorizawa saw a synchronized attack for the first time in this match

-basically omi was right. you won against shiratorizawa? how?? was ushijima sick or something?

sorry for ranting but it feels good to find people who share my opinion lol

No when I saw that stz wasn’t scoring when fucking npc looking ahh narita fuck his first name pulled up, I was MAD.

WDYM YALL DIDNT TANK THEIR ASSES

YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING ONE

are YALL not the team that beat ohgiblahblahsomething 5-25???

MY GUY

Karasuno STRUGGLEF TO BEATVTHEM

Yhose people beat so many teams and now suddenly they can beat national level teams???

Like GET OUT.

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you ever like a character so much that you just wanna pop ‘em in a jar and aggressively shake it??

[shiratorizawa-can-step-on-me]

Doubting Her Beauty

Pairing: Shirabu Kenjirou x reader

Warning: Angst and Comfort

Note: I made this in a rush before I forget this idea so forgive me if he went out of character. I'll try to fix it tomorrow. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Shirabu, your name has gotten famous around the campus again" I heard Reon spoke as I took a drink from my bottle after a brutal training of 8am to 6pm for the upcoming Interhigh.

"Well, Y/n mentioned his name for the third time today, didn't she?" Semi followed suit as I just sighed after hearing her name.

Katsumi Y/n, a long-time admirer of mine ever since we became classmates in our first year of junior high school.

She is a very beautiful woman, no denying that. She was always the school's contender for fashion contests and she mostly won the crown.

A woman who should have a higher standard in men, started to like me for a reason I never knew.

She just like me, that's all.

I can't even count how many times she has confessed to me with the help of her friends.

The confession that became the root of most of the school boy's hatred to me.

One of the reasons why I always hear rumors or dislikes of me.

"Semi deserves the setter position more"

"He has looks but comparing it to the school's countless heartthrob, don't you think he's too average"

"The world is too nice to him"

Those were the words I always hear but none of it really affected me unless I heard it from the person who they thought I hurted.

Semi did show how he is not happy with me taking his position, but he never bad-mouthed me like they did.

And I knew myself better than those students. So I never really cared how many bashers or haters came in my way.

In other words too, I could careless about Y/n's love for me.

Since she already knew how I felt. Love is not my thing and it's her choice if she will continue to pursue me or quit.

And she chose to try swooning my heart. It's laughable on how obvious their envy is, they think I'm turning to be a prideful person because she chose me over many men who like her.

But the truth is, the problem is never me in the first place. It was their jealousy.

One of the obvious reasons why Y/n chose to love me.

I would never stoop that low just to ruin somebody.

Her feeling was the reason why I never degraded myself for anything.

But those reasons never made me love her, but just an appreciation because she showed me too that someone can look at me the same way she did.

Someone can love a person like me.

"Shirabu"

I heard Taichi calling for me and that made me look up to him and saw him glancing at the gym doors, reminding me of the usual routine ever since she entered my life.

I nod before making my way there and saw her carrying a basket of snacks.

She was humming when I arrived before she greeted me the moment our gaze met.

She lent me the small basket along with papers I decided to read.

"I wrote down the lessons that you have missed. I just hope it's not that messy" she said followed by a chuckle as she clasped both of her hands together.

"You don't need to" I muttered before taking the things she brought for me.

"Let me, this is the only thing I thought I could help you with"

A beauty queen with a heart that is hard to read.

Including myself with one of the popular kids is quite a dangerous game to play.

I would never know whether I'm their next target or victim.

Those thoughts were created because I don't trust her.

Not even one bit. No matter how nice she is. No matter how much she shows how special I am.

Because everything feels like it's not reality when I'm talking to her.

She was too good to be true.

I was wary of her, one of the reasons why I can't return her feelings for me no matter how many men wanted me to.

I just don't know her well...

"Thank you again Y/n. I need to head back now, Break ends in a minute" I didn't prolong our conversation more and immediately closed the gym doors when I saw her nod in understanding.

"Eat well, Shirabu!"

Those were the last things I heard from her before I returned back to the bench, along with placing the small basket in the seat.

"I can't see why you can't return those feelings" Tendou exclaimed while muching on the muffins she bought for me as I sighed.

This is a question that I always need to hear everyday, worse, every hour or even minutes.

"I just can't"

"Then are you planning to reject her?"

"Already did"

"Then she is indeed persistent. Do you see yourself loving her even one bit?"

Questions after another, its never ending once begins.

Especially if Tendou is the one asking. No matter how much he enjoys seeing others in pain, that sadistic side of his only applies in the court.

Because the truth was he is the type of person who wants love and recognition from others, so maybe seeing Y/n never giving up on me seems to move his heart a little.

"Do you start to like her, even just one bit?" He repeated his question again in a different word that made me look at him.

"No"

"No?" I don't know if he's playing with me with his shock reaction or plain pure reaction from my answer which he should have expected in the first place.

"What?" I ask him so he can elaborate his reaction better, so I can at least understand what's so shocking about my answer.

"No? Not 'never'? Means there's a chance you would grow feelings for her right?"

I was taken back from his statement that made me bombarded my mind with different thoughts.

"I can't predict the future, right?" Those words left my mouth without further thinking as I heard him laugh.

Since who really know what fate lined up for me after all?

Her constant visit never stops unless she has an upcoming pageant.

Her loss of presence never bothered me much but my teammates constant loud gossiping, especially Tendou who leads those childish actions, did.

But somehow I'm thankful that he's constant nagging never fails me to remind me of her presence.

That's the only way left to show my appreciation to her for being supportive of me.

I cared, but it was never love on my part. Until that constant denying made me look at her like a sister.

Which I know is so wrong in her part when she saw me as a partner.

I sighed in annoyance after the awarding for qualifying for the interhigh tournament. My sigh caught the attention of my teammates.

"Oh someone is sad that their number one fan didn't show up?" Tendou started as I shook my head in denial.

"That's not it"

For real.

The reason why I'm so annoyed was because I'm confused of one thing.

I'm confused because I can't understand my feelings for her.

Others might think that I shouldn't think much about it since I don't love her and I already rejected her.

But damn, I really cared about other people's feelings too. Because I knew how hard it is when all their efforts go in vain.

I don't want to be the reason of someone else's tears.

It was already heavy when Semi decided to hid his from the eyes of others.

The more I think of her, the more I feel like I'm going crazy from thinking how to make it less painful.

I can't tolerate another heartbreak because I entered the picture.

But who would understand when I, myself is having a hard time.

I don't love her...

Until that night happened, a week after getting the ticket to the Nationals.

The late night that I saw her leaning on the gym walls, waiting for me.

Looking so lost like she didn't even hear me.

"Y/n? Why are you still here this late?" I didn't wait for her own greetings and just directly got to the point since the atmosphere is already cold now that the moon is shining brightly above us.

Especially when she has a home to return at, since she doesn't live in the school's dormitory like me.

"You're finally here" I barely got to hear her when she let it out in a murmur.

"Would you mind accompanying me to dinner?" She finally decided to ask me that made me glance at my wrist to look at my watch and saw it was already near 10 at night.

Dinner, at this hour?

Those were the words I wanted to ask her but decided not to and just let her lead the way to a restaurant where she wants to eat.

Walking behind her, I saw how her body, who was already thin, seems to be thinner.

I glance at the back of her head, contemplating whether to ask her or just let it be.

Since it feels like she just wants someone to accompany her right now.

We arrive at a restaurant and that's the only time she looks back at me to ask if we can be in one of the private rooms where there are tatami floors.

And again, I didn't question further.

The entire room is silent as I didn't bother speaking up first. A few minutes later, the food finally arrived and I saw how the table seemed to be almost full.

I thanked the waiter before we prayed for the food.

"Don't mind my appetite right now" she started with a small smile before I nod and just gave her some chopsticks.

I just watched her eat as I didn't bother taking food for myself since I already ate a while ago.

"Congratulations for still being the Top 2 from the pageant" I started and saw how her lips lifted in a small smile.

"Right..." She breathlessly whispered as she let down the food she was about to eat.

"That was already good enough"

"Right?"

Her question surprised me as I saw how tears build up on her eyes.

"Of course it is" that's the time I decided to put my entire attention on her.

I didn't know my voice could be softer than before. Especially when talking to a lady.

"Then why..." She trailed off as she prevented herself from letting her tears escape from her eyes.

"Why does it seem like it's not?" That's the first time she properly looks me in the eye like she is asking me.

"Why did she hate me for it? Why did it seem like I didn't even try in the first place?"

I didn't find the right words to tell her as I let her rant her feelings out.

This is the first time I would get to see who she truly was.

"Why does it feel like the whole world hates me for losing?" She sobbed out as tears finally left her eyes.

"Blessed with beauty but never fated to be with genuine people"

"Why is the world so cruel to me?"

I felt my hand move on its record as my fingers gently wiped the tears that started to stain her cheeks.

"How can you say that?" I gently asked her, my composure finally broke when the girl who boldly declared her love for me...

Is breaking in front of me.

"My mother scolded me for not winning the pageant. She told me I should have already gotten used to it because of my consecutive wins. But I messed up at this one" she exclaimed as I retrieve my hand so she can wipe her own tears.

"She told me that I focused too much on seducing you that I forgot my role in our world. Yet it's hard to say that I only do those things for you because you are letting me to" she lowered her head as her sobs never stop.

"The only person who let me express my own feelings without judging me. That person I could run to even if there's nothing between the two of us."

I silently listened to her words and can't even admit that I doubted her actions for me.

Am I wrong for it?

"You have friends. You can run to them, seek the comfort and assurance you need" My words seem to hit something on her as she just started laughing with the hint of bitterness present on it.

"Friends? You meant those people who laughed behind my back because I failed?" She focused her gaze on me and I saw the pain on it that made my chest tighten.

"The same friends who spread rumors behind my back then act like they are defending me?" She laughed before wiping her tears.

"The same people who stood beside me just to see me fail" she cried as her smile finally disappeared from her lips as I just looked at her figure.

I stood up before I decided to sit beside her so I could offer my shoulder to her which she gladly leaned on as she gazed at the moon through the window of the room.

"It is so tiring pretending to be happy" she whispered as I looked at her.

"How can I know that if someone is genuine towards me? Someone who would be happy just being with who I truly am?"

She ask while looking far away. Completely clueless on who are the true friends.

And I can't suppressed the ache in my chest seeing how she look so lost in this world.

Why didn't the world treat her right?

"When those people start to appreciate who you are, the 'you' who is already enough. Take care of you, assure you, support you, and accept you" I continued as I felt her lean more in my shoulder that made me put my hand on the side of her head so she won't fall.

"Do I deserve that?"

Her question almost broke the soft part in me that made me clench my eyes shut before letting out a sigh.

"No person should be deprived of that"

Silence surrounds both of our presence as I felt her touch my hand.

"Did you find those right ones? Where you feel like you belong?"

"I did" I told her as I remembered the volleyball team. Even though we are not close like the other teams, the team still makes me contented.

"What does Shirabu think of me" she finally asked me the question I can't answer.

Especially when I am one of the people who doubted her, judge her. The only difference between me and those people was I never treated her wrong.

But does that make me the right person to be with her right now?

"I won't blame you if you doubted my feelings" she spoke up before she decided to finally face the table, as she properly wiped her tears.

"In this world, finding a genuine person is really difficult" she lifted a small smile before turning her to look at me.

"But I really like you. At this moment, I feel like I admire you more" she took a hold of her chopstick and began playing with the food that was on her plate.

"Why?" I asked her and her smile grew more than I really saw how genuine her happiness is right now.

"Because you accompany me. Agree with my invitation without further thinking because you know I needed someone with me." Her tone was full of contentment as she looked down.

"I am glad that you are the man I fell in love with"

My heart warmed at her words and unknowingly, a small smile lifted from my lips.

Right now, being with her doesn't feel wrong at all.

Somehow, I felt glad that I was the first person she ran to. Even though there is no connection between the two of us, other than her feelings.

Right now I feel like it's okay to finally stop denying. Stop making excuses that became a hindrance to my feelings for her.

I see her more than an admirer. I see her as a woman who chose to love me, even without seeing the good side of me.

Even if I'm not giving any effort yet, she chose to cherish me.

I didn't notice the way I looked at her with a small smile on my lips as I watched her eat to her heart's desire.

I guess it's my turn to treat her right.

Because she chose to love me.

And I'm confident...

That I can treat her better than anyone else.

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thinking about them hours

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MY HUSBANDDD

@xerrinyx @kurtenshi

it’s actually so criminal how that man takes up so much space in my brain. rent free. how dare he? god I need him

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ooooooohhh

tnx bhiii !♡

tagging: @northescere @cosmiicdust

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

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The Promise

Character: Ushijima Wakatoshi x F!Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, cursing, slight comfort on the end.

It has been a rough month and Ushijima knows it. He has been overworking himself, pushing his limits at each practice. His typically calm and composed face is now etched with stress and strain. His temperament, once steady as a rock, is now volatile and erratic, akin to a stormy sea. The month had been grueling, a relentless onslaught of training sessions and personal workouts. His body is aching, his mind is strained, and his spirit is beginning to waver.

Today, he returns to his apartment later than usual, bone-tired, his muscles screaming in protest, only to be greeted by your sight, his sweet and loving girlfriend. Your smile always warm, eyes filled with concern, having dinner ready, a hot bath drawn, and comforting words falling from your lips.

He should feel guilty for his recent behavior, matter of fact he should apologize. He was not a man prone to emotional outbursts or thoughtless actions, and yet, he had allowed his stress to control him, to turn him into someone he hardly recognized these days.

He had ignored you, brushed off your attempts at conversations, and retreated into himself. He had been mean, cold, distant. He had forgotten your presence, forgotten the warmth you brought into his life, forgotten the love that had once made his heart flutter.

And tonight was no different, the weight of the day pressing heavily on his shoulders, his mind foggy and his spirit was weary. As he kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket on the hook, the tantalizing aroma of dinner wafted through the apartment. He followed the scent into the kitchen, his eyes landing on the sight of you, sitting at the kitchen table, a spread of dishes laid out in front of you.

You looked up the entrance and your face lights up with a smile that reaches your eyes. A sight that used to warm his heart, a sight that used to make him forget about exhaustion, a sight that used to make him feel loved.

“‘Toshi, you’re home!” You smiled happily.

But today, he could only muster a tired sigh in response. He saw you on your feet in an instant, your chair scraping against the floor as you rushed towards him. Your arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, your warmth seeping into him. But he didn’t return the hug, didn’t wrap his arms around you, didn’t press a kiss to your forehead like he always does. He just stood there, his body rigid, his mind elsewhere.

You pulled away, you don’t know if it is out of embarrassment or…due to a sudden heartbreak due to the neglect you have been suffering, but your hands suddenly cup his face, eyes searching his for a sign of the man you loved. “Um, we should, well, you should go eat,” You urged, your voice soft and your touch gentle. But he shook his head, his voice coming out gruff as he muttered, “I’m tired.”

But you didn’t back down this time, didn’t let him retreat into himself like he has done all this month. You tugged at his hand, tried to lead him to the table with the dinner you worked very hard for, trying to make him eat. “Come on, Toshi, you been avoiding me this past month,” You insisted, your voice firm, your grip tight. “Just be here, yeah?” You smiled.

But he snapped. “For fuck sakes Y/N, I’m tired!” He barked, his voice louder that he intended, his tone harsher than he meant. He yanked his hand out of your grip, his eyes flashing with a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. “You have been nagging me all these past nights to have fucking dinner and you don’t understand that I am tired.” He yelled again.

The silence that followed was deafening, the tension in the room palpable. You took a step back, embarrassed that your boyfriend had to yelled at you like that, “Ah, sorry, I just thought—“ You were saying but were cut off immediately by his sharp words.

“Thought what? Thought what, Y/N?” He yelled in disbelief, “That you have been a pain in the ass for the past few days?” He asked as he raised his voice louder, tone meaner.

“I-I’m sorry,” You apologized, trying to mask your disappointment, “I have missed you…” You mumbled embarrassedly, trying to hide your flushed face from him.

“Missed me?” He yelled, “We live in the same fucking apartment and we see each other every night!” He yelled, his voice echoing in the quiet apartment.

“I- I know, I know, Toshi,” You said, trying to calm him down, “B-But we haven’t been able to talk, you haven’t kissed me or touched me…” You admit painfully as you looked at him with teary eyes.

“God, you’re so fucking clingy and needy,” He yells as he rolled his eyes out of frustration. “All of this mess because of that?” He chuckled, “I am tired for this crap right now.” He said.

The room fell silent, the tension hanging heavy in the air. He watched your face fall, your eyes reflecting the hurt his words had caused. And guilt washed over him like a tidal wave, his heart clenching at your sight.

You know he didn’t mean any single word of it, right? He was just tired, so incredibly tired. His days were filled with endless practices, his nights consumed by restless sleep. He was pushing himself to the brink, his body and mind paying the price.

He didn’t mean it.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, “I will clean the mess,” You said as you hid your face away from his, walking towards the kitchen again.

His mind raced, guilt and regret swirling within him. He wanted to apologize, to explain, to make you understand that fuck, he didn’t mean any of it. But the words wouldn’t come, his throat tight with emotion. He was trapped in his own guilt, his own exhaustion, his own regret. And he didn’t know how to escape.

He watched from the doorway as you busied yourself in the kitchen, cleaning up the dinner he had refused to eat. His heart clenching at the sight, guilt gnawing at his insides. He had been harsh, mean even, and he regretted it.

Your movements were mechanical, your usual cheerfulness replaced with a somber silence. He watched as you wiped the table clean, packed the uneaten food, and washed the dishes. Your shoulders are tense, lips pressed into a thin line.

And he noticed, noticed how you tried to compose yourself, how you tried to hold back the tears. But despite your efforts, a few escaped, trailing down your cheeks and disappearing into the collar of your shirt. Each tear was a stab to his heart, a painful reminder of the hurt he had caused.

Once you were done, you turned off the lights, plunging the kitchen into the darkness. The only sound was the sound of the soft padding of your feet as you made your way to the bedroom, where he was waiting.

Both of you sat on opposite sides of the bed, an uncomfortable silence hanging between both of you. He watched as you changed into your sleeping clothes, your movements slow and deliberate. You climbed into bed, your back to him, body curling up on your side.

He was at a loss. He didn’t knew what to do, didn’t know what to say. He was worried, his mind filled with the thoughts of you, of the hurt he had caused. He knew you had taken his words to heart, knew that you were hurting. And it was all of his fault.

In the dimly lit room, his silhouette was barely visible as he climbed into bed next to you. The only sound that broke silence was your soft, muffled sobs. His heart clenched at the sound. He reached out tentatively, his hands finding their way around your waist. He drew you close, his chest against your back, both of your hearts beating in a rhythm that was painfully off sync.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against your swollen and teary face, tasting the saltiness of your tears. “I’m sorry,” He whispered into your hair, his voice barely audible. His words hung heavy in the air, a confession and a plea all at once.

You remained silent, sobs subsiding into quiet sniffles. And he could feel your body stiffen at his words. It was an unspoken tension that made his heart race with worry. He wanted to say more, you deserved way more, to explain, to ask for forgiveness, but the words stuck in his throat.

“Talk to me, love.” He implored, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers tracing circles on your waist, a silent plea for you to respond.

But you don’t. Your silence was deafening wrapping you both in a shroud of uncertainty. And he held you tighter, his mind racing with thoughts and fears. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, and that scared him.

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open to a new day. His body felt heavy, his heart even more so. The events of the previous night replayed in his mind like a haunting melody.

He found you in the kitchen, a solitary figure bathed in the morning light. You were cradling a cup of coffee, your gaze fixed in the steaming liquid. Your face was pale, eyes rimmed with red. The sight of you, so vulnerable and distant, twisted his heart.

“Good morning,” he tried, he really did, his voice echoing in the silence. But you didn’t respond, didn’t even lift your gaze to meet his. It was as if he was a ghost, unseen, unheard. He felt a pang of guilt, a sharp reminder of his words last night.

“For fuck sakes Y/N.”

“You have been nagging me all these past nights to have fucking dinner and you don’t understand that I am tired.”

“God, you’re so fucking clingy and needy.”

His mind was whirlwind of thoughts. He had hoped that giving you space would help, that it would give you time to heal, time to warm up to him like you always do. But as the day dragged on, the silence between both of you grew. His phone remained silent, devoid of your usual messages.

No updates about your day, no reminders about dinner, nothing.

It was a silence that spoke volumes, and it terrified him.

Who would have thought? Ushijima Wakatoshi, the man who faced countless opponents on the court, was scared. He was scared that his actions had created a chasm between you, a distance he didn’t knew how to bridge.

As he returned from practice on the night, the apartment was dark. The usually welcoming lights were all turned off, a stark reminder of the cold silence that awaited him. He knew you would be in bed, probably feigning sleep. There would be no warm welcome, no home-cooked meal, no soft smiles.

He lingered at the door, his hand hovering over the knob. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the silence that awaited him. As he stepped into the dark apartment, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that clung to him. He was walking into a battlefield, and he didn’t know how to fight this war.

The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the noise of the world outside. He stepped in, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. The sight of the shared room, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, was a painful reminder of the happier times.

There you were, a small figure curled up on the bed, your back to him just like last night. Your eyes were open, staring blankly at the window. The sadness in your gaze was palpable, a silent cry for help that tore at his heart.

He took off his shoes, placing his gym bag in the kitchen before making his way towards you. He tried to speak, to break the silence that hung between both of you.

“How are you?” He asked softly, but his words fell on deaf ears. You didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

Undeterred, he climbed onto the bed, his large frame curling around your smaller one. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, making you face him. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, each kiss a silent promise to make things right.

And then he hears it, he hears you crying. Tears falling like rain, burying your face on his chest and soaking his shirt. Your sobs were heart-wrenching, a testament to the pain he had caused.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. He held you tightly, as if his touch could somehow ease the pain he had caused. His apologies were a soft murmur against your hair, a desperate plea for forgiveness.

He gently lifted your face, fingers tracing the contours of your features. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, a silent vow of his love for you. He kissed away your salty tears, each one a testament to her pain, each one a reminder of his mistakes.

“I love you,” He whispered, his voice barely audible. His words were soft, filled with emotion so raw yet so powerful that it took his breath away. He repeated the words over and over, a mantra of love and regret.

Slowly, your sobs subsided. Your breathing evened out, your body relaxing against his. Falling asleep in his arms, your tear-streaked face buried in his chest. He watched you sleep, his heart aching with relief and regret.

He ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. His eyes welled up with tears, the guilt and regret overwhelming him. He kisses your forehead, a silent promise etched into your skin.

“This is the last time,” He vowed to himself, his voice chocked with emotion. “This is the last time I’ll make you cry,” He promised.

He held you close, his arms a protective shield around you.

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HOLY SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT HAPPY MF BIRTHDAY TO SATORI FUCKING TENDOU!!!!!!!!! the bestest husband i could ever ask for. kisses and hugs for him. and chocolate ice cream cuz its his fav.

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Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa

Ushijima x Reader, Tendou x Reader, Shirabu x Reader, Semi x Reader

Warnings: None

About: Spending Valentine's Day with your boyfriend!

A/n: I'll probably write something for every school as a late Valentine's Day gift!

Sweet Treats with Inarizaki

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Ushijima.

It's nothing special. You know that.

Yet, you're still sure that Wakatoshi will appreciate and like it. You asked Satori about his favorite chocolate flavors, and he provided you with enough information about the actual process of making chocolate that your head was spinning, and you decided to make it from the scratch and just follow his instructions. Satori was very helpful during the process though, and you had no troubles at all to create a few pretty pralines. And now you find yourself waiting for Ushijima to come home to show him the cute heart-shaped pieces of art that you created just for him.

The noise of the front door opening interrupts your train of thoughts and makes you jump up from your seat to quickly make your way towards the entrance to greet your boyfriend.

And there he is in all his glory- tall and muscular, his ridiculously broad shoulders always make the front door look small in comparison, but what actually surprises you, is that he doesn't look sweaty, nor is he wearing his usual training suit. Instead, he looks rather formal and dressed-up, with a dark dress-shirt and formal black pants. He looks at you, and his olive eyes soften, and his lips curve to a little genuine smile.

"Hey," you return his smile and quickly hug him, and he instantly lets go of his gym bag to return the hug.

"Hey." He greets you back and wraps his long arms around you, and after a moment of being close, you both pull back for a short, sweet kiss.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

You never would have thought that this tall and stoic man actually carried a soft and gentle side to him back when you first met him- but even today you find yourself falling more and more for him when he shows his soft spot that he has just for you.

"I got something for you. I thought we'd celebrate this Valentine's Day according to Japanese traditions." You bring your hands to his shoulders and excitedly wait for his reaction, but you pause when you notice a worried frown on his face.

"But... I got something for you too." You're relieved after hearing his words and instantly relax in his hold.

"That's okay, you can give it to me next month or right now. I‘m fine with either option." His frown doesn’t disappear after your words though, and you slightly start to worry again.

"But I promised your parents that we'd visit them next week with good news."

"What good news? Why are you talking about my parents?"

You slowly try to put together the information that you have, and that's when it clicks.

Oh.

Oh.

"Don't tell me..."

"I actually wanted to ask you later, but y/n..."

He slowly lets go of your hips and smoothly gets down on one knee- and your jaw drops at the sudden realization that he is-

"Will you marry me, y/n?"

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Tendou~

"Y/n, I got something for you!"

It's the sweet singing voice of your boyfriend that makes you turn your head towards the entrance of the living room- and there he is. Your impossibly cute and absolutely adorable boyfriend with his hands full of flowers and chocolate and the widest grin you have ever seen on his face.

"Satori, what's all that?" Your eyes grow big when you realize that he probably got all of this for you- and it's more than even he could carry.

"I wanted to make some chocolate and a sweet dessert for you, but when I started I just couldn't stop, and then I thought about you, so I kept on going and going, and suddenly I had all of these done, and then I thought about how you once told me about your favorite flowers and then I went to the flower shop and then-" you managed to get closer to him during his cute rambling and interrupt him by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He gasps surprised, but still returns the kiss and tries to hug you with his arms full of presents.

"Thank you, Satori. I love you"

"I love you too, y/n." He grins and carefully places the presents on the table before he wraps his arms properly around you.

"I also made some chocolate for you, but I'm sure that it's nowhere near as good as yours." His grin gets even wider at your words and he quickly leans down for another peck.

"Chocolate? Hand-made from the love of my life? I'm sure that nothing can taste as sweet as that. Oh wait, maybe-" He pecks your lips once again and pretends to think hard for a second.

"Maybe you actually taste sweeter than it. I need to another try."

"You haven't even tried the chocolate once!" You protest, and he laughs at your words.

"I wasn't talking about the chocolate," he grins and you smile when your lips meet once again.

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Shirabu:

It's early. Painfully early.

You know that.

But your plans to surprise your busy boyfriend with breakfast in bed are what actually make your body subconsciously jump towards your ringing phone, and you quickly stop the alarm before it could wake him up.

You freeze when you notice that the sound hasn't stopped- and that's when you realize that it's Kenjiro's alarm that's still ringing. He has the bad habit of letting it ring for forever, and it oftentimes happened that you woke up before he did and had to reach for his phone to turn off the persistent little device.

Now, however, he reaches for the phone, his movements just as sleepy and uncoordinated as yours, his messy bed hair adorably sticking into every direction and a tired huff leaving his lips. His body doesn't move for a few seconds, and you only stare at his back, confused why he set an alrm so early- and then he suddenly turns around. His eyes don't look sleepy anymore, it seems like his ability to quickly wake up whenever it's necessary now pays off.

"Why are you awake?"

"No, why are you awake?" You involuntarily reach for one of the strands that hang into his face and push it back, and his hand quickly comes up to presses yours against his cheek.

"You're gonna laugh when I tell you."

"I won't, Kenjiro. I promise."

He raises a brow like he doesn't believe you, but takes a deep breath before he finally answers.

"I wanted to make breakfast in bed for you. As a Valentine's Day gift."

"Really?" You smile and scoot a bit closer to him under the blanket, and he gladly wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest to prevent you from seeing his reddened cheeks.

"Yes. I know that I've been busy with work lately, but I wanted to show you that I'm still so much in love with you. And that you deserve only the best, and that I will always do my best for you and spoil you."

Your heart skips a beat at his sudden passionate confession, and you quickly pull back to press a kiss against his lips, not caring about your morning breath, and he doesn't seem to care too, judging by how fast and passionately he responds to the kiss.

"I also wanted to make breakfast for you." You confess with hot cheeks, and his lips curl into a teasing grin.

"How about we spend some more time in bed, so I can show you how much I love you, and then we can prepare breakfast together?"

He rasps the words against your neck and is quick to turn you on your back until he's laying right on top of you.

"Sounds like a good plan," you respond and lean in for another kiss.

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Semi;

"I'm back." You hear this words while you're still humming and finally putting the casserolle into the oven. "I'm in the kitchen!" you yell back and quickly get rid of your pink apron with sweet little cartoons that Semi had gotten for you. You hope that you look nice and presantable now, and that no ingredients are stuck in your hair or somwhere else.

It's your first Valentine's Day together, and you decided to prepare his favorite meal for tonight, as well as dressing up prettily for him. He finally enters the kitchen, his guitar still on his back and a his leather jacket perfectly clinging onto his body. He looks so sexy and handsome, and you can‘t help but to admire him for a few seconds.

"I got something for you." His lips are curled into a soft smile, and you look at the bouquet of flowers in his hand that's impossible to miss due to the sheer size. "They are gorgeous, Eita." You take another step towards him, and he leans down to softly kiss you. "Not as gorgeous as you though, my little star." He scans your outfit quickly, and his gaze stops at your eyes. You shiver and try to hide your reddened cheeks, but he just grins and places the bouquet on the table.

"I got something else for you too. I wrote a song for you."

"Really?" You excitedly smile and look at him with stars in your eyes, and he scratches the back of his head, slightly embarrassed now.

"It contains the word "love" so many times, it's embarrassing actually. But I wrote it for you, and it’s for you only.“

You can't help but to grab his cheeks softly and press a sweet kiss to his lips that he returns instantly.

"I love you, Eita. So, so much." You slightly pull back, until your foreheads are touching, and you look deeply into his eyes to convey your feelings in every possible way.

"I love you too, my y/n."

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〜HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!サトリン🎉✨〜

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On the Shiratorizawa bus @ a stop

Tendou looking out the window: I. Want. That. Brick!

I want the brickkkkkk!

But I cannot have it..

Goshiki: *looking at Washijo* 🥺🥺🥺

Washijio, too tired to deal with this: *getting off the bus* I’m getting you the brick-

Goshiki: no wE DONT NEED IT-!

Washijo: I’m bringing him the damn brick-

Goshiki: but it’s someone else’s!! It’s not ours :((

-

Tendou, vibrating in his seat: :)) thank you so much

Washijo handing it to him: take the damn thing 😤

Tendou: wOOO I GOT THE BRICK! YEAHH!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRACLE BOY SATORI!(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

[ May 20 ]

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꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

God-ish (cover) - Ado

Buriki no dance (cover) - Ado

Villain (cover) - Ado

I'm a controversy - Ado

Freedom - Ado

Tags (no pressure): @xerrinyx @kurtenshi @cosmiicdust @northescere

Five tracks

Rules: put in 5 tracks you listen to, then tag whoever you feel like tagging to do the same!

HII @pseudobun thank you for the tag!!

Bird Song - Florence + The Machine

creature - half-alive

Romanticise This - James Marriott

labour - Paris Paloma

Way down We Go - KALEO

Tags!! @sweetadonisbutbetter @spongejuice @thejudiciousneurotic @jgabriel1920 (no pressure btw!!)

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MAY BOYS