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Atsumu was devastated. Tears started flowing.

He tried contacting you for many days. Now it’s been years.

He misses you. He misses everything. And it’s too late.

He was wrong. What he had with Sakusa wasn’t love. They broke it off — maybe it was better off as just friends.

The truth?

Atsumu got scared. You were his future — the serious, forever kind. And deep down, he didn’t feel worthy. Sakusa offered something easier. Less pressure. Less responsibility. It wasn’t love — just comfort. A safe distraction he mistook for something more. But it was always you. Everything was always you.

He sits in the gym, sprawled out and exhausted. His fame increased. He’s winning more and more games.

But still… There’s something hollow in his heart.

He dreams of you every day.

Oh, how he wishes you'd come back to him.

His teammates tried to help him — even Sakusa.

“C’mon, man, just leave it. There are so many hot chicks out there.”

There were. Many models. Many superstars. But all he had in his mind was you.

He missed your touch. Your cooking. Your comfort. Your eyes. Your smile.

But it was too late.

So he kept his fake smile, his flirty attitude, and worked himself until he was no more.

Then one day, the coach called everyone up in front.

“Gather up. We have a program where you guys will go to schools and teach young kids how to play volleyball. It’ll help the club’s image.”

Bokuto and Hinata were very excited, practically jumping.

Sakusa clearly hated the idea — germs all around him.

Atsumu… well, he looked forward to it. He had nothing to lose.

Everyone was assigned different schools and warned not to get too excited or accidentally throw a ball at a kid’s face.

Atsumu went to his school — a small one, full of lovely kids.

He could tell some of the teachers had the hots for him.

But among all the kids, he noticed one quiet boy.

Something about him felt so familiar.

Then he saw the energetic girl next to him — she had the same eye color as him.

He could tell both were so excited to meet him.

“Oh my god! I’m a big fan!” the girl shouted. “I’m Aoi, and this is Akira!”

“We watch you on TV! You were soooo cool — like whoosh and bam! I wanna do that!”

“Oh, you wanna be a spiker, huh?”

“YEAHHH!! Akira always sets the ball to me — just like you! He’s sooo good at it!”

You could see Akira smiling shyly, trying to look unaffected.

Atsumu couldn’t help but chuckle at them.

They were so cute. They reminded him of… He couldn’t put his finger on it.

Teaching the kids was way more fun than he expected. He especially bonded with Akira and Aoi.

“Bye guys!! I’ll see you! I’ll miss youuu!!”

Atsumu truly enjoyed it.

As he was about to leave the school premises, he saw his two favorite kids (he knew he shouldn’t have favorites, but he couldn’t help it) running.

He was about to call out to them to say a final goodbye — until…

He saw who they were running to.

“Mommy! Mommy! Guess what!!”

Their voices faded.

All he saw… was you.

After years of waiting, everything he had hoped for stood right in front of him.

You looked tired. Thin.

But still… So. Beautiful.

So heartbreakingly beautiful.

His heart dropped.

“Atsumu!! There, that’s the one!” Aoi shouted excitedly, pointing at him.

You looked up.

Atsumu stood frozen, his breath caught in his chest. And you — wide-eyed, stunned — like time had just stopped.

You hadn’t changed. Still so achingly, devastatingly beautiful.

And in that moment, it all made sense.

Why Aoi’s eyes looked just like his. Why Akira’s quiet smile felt so familiar. Why he felt drawn to them without knowing why.

The pieces fell into place

They were his.

His children.

His heart dropped.

He staggered back a step, breath caught in his throat, chest tightening.

“They’re mine.”

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It’s twins.

You didn’t know how to react when the doctor said it. You just cried.

“Maybe everything will be fine,” they assured you. “Everything is going to be okay.” You nodded, held back the storm in your chest, and went back to your tiny space. You were happy — scared, but happy.

Your babies were born. It was a challenge But when they arrived… everything felt right. The world made sense.

You had a shift in an hour. No time to rest. You got ready in a hurry, throwing on the baggiest clothes you had. cuz If they had found out about your pregnancy, they would have kicked you out. You couldn’t afford that. You needed this job — not for you, but for your baby. No — babies.

Most of your things were gone — sold off for money.

You stepped out into the city. Billboards of MSBY lined the streets. There he was — Atsumu Miya, in his prime. Shining, thriving, a star.

But you didn’t flinch. You held no grudge.

You came to peace with it all a long time ago. As long as you had your babies, nothing else mattered.

He didn’t stay long — but the days he was with you… Those days were the best.

You had a baby girl and a baby boy. And somehow, both looked just like Atsumu.

No surprise — the Miya genes ran strong. But they had your smile.

You loved them more than anything. More than you ever thought was possible. You would give the world for them. You already had.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Your three-year-old daughter came running to you, eyes wide with wonder. “Who’s that on the TV? He’s sooo cool! I wanna do what he does!”

You turned to the screen. MSBY.

Atsumu. Fans screaming, lights blinding, the court alive.

You expected this. The volleyball blood ran deep — it was only natural. But you wouldn’t stop them. You couldn’t.

You would never be like your parents. You wouldn’t clip their wings.

“That, my love,” you said softly, “that’s volleyball.”

And you watched as your children’s eyes lit up — Bright, fierce, unstoppable.

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Atsumu x reader x Sakusa

warning-pregnancy, cheating

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Atsumu became a pro like he promised

but

You didn’t know where it went wrong.

Maybe it was always wrong.

Lately, all you felt was hollow.

Atsumu wasn’t really there anymore. He wasn’t like before. The glow he used to carry — the warmth, the light — it was gone. Faded.

Every time you called to ask where he was, he gave dry, vague answers. “Practice.” “Team dinner.” “Long day.”

But his voice lacked life. His words felt like placeholders.

He had changed. He wasn’t the same Atsumu who used to run through puddles just to make you laugh. Not the boy who’d roll in the dirt to pick wildflowers — just to give you the best one. Not the one who’d sneak out late just to hold you during your parents’ worst days.

That version of Atsumu… felt like a dream now.

He started coming home late, leaving early. No affection. No laughter. No connection.

Everything felt off. Cold. Dull.

And still… you held on.

Because you had news. Big news.

You were pregnant.

And maybe, just maybe… when he found out, he’d smile again. Maybe the idea of a baby would pull him back to you. Back to everything you two were supposed to be.

You texted him, heart pounding:

tsumu, i have something to tell you. can you come over early?

He replied right away:

i have something to tell you too.

You didn’t think much of it. You just smiled. Hopeful. Nervous. You’d surprise him. It would all work out.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang. You rushed to the door, smiling—

—and froze.

Atsumu was there.

So was Sakusa.

You hadn’t expected him. Not tonight.

Your face faltered, smile falling slightly. “Oh… I didn’t know you were bringing him too,” you said, letting out an awkward laugh.

They walked in. Both looked uncomfortable.

Visibly tense.

Like they were hiding something.

Something bad.

You swallowed. “So… what did you want to tell me?”

“No, you go first,” Atsumu said.

“Just tell me, please. Tsumu… you’re scaring me.”

Your eyes bounced between him and Sakusa.

You knew Sakusa. He was quiet, but kind. You’d gotten close to the team because of Atsumu. And as far as you knew, Sakusa was just a friendly guy. Someone you even considered a friend.

But right now? He wouldn't even look you in the eye.

You could feel your heart sinking.

“Atsumu?” you whispered.

He didn’t call you ‘babe’. Didn’t joke. Didn’t smile.

Just a quiet: “Y/N.”

Your name had never sounded so heavy.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I wanted to say this sooner but… Y/N… I— I love Sakusa.”

Silence.

It felt like the world stopped spinning.

He kept talking, stumbling: “It doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I just… I don’t know. Please.”

Your chest tightened. Breath shallow.

You knew. You knew something was wrong for weeks. But hearing it out loud — Seeing it — Was a whole different kind of pain.

“Shut up,” you said, voice shaking. “Atsumu, shut up.”

Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the betrayal. Maybe it was the grief, or the rage.

Maybe it was all of it.

But all you could feel was heat. Anger. Sadness. Heartbreak.

You grabbed your keys.

“Y/N, wait—”

“Don’t. Don’t say another word unless you want me to do something we’ll all regret.”

You turned to Sakusa, shaking.

“I expected better from you. You knew he was in a relationship. You both did this—behind my back?”

“Y/N—”

He tried to grab your wrist. “I still love you.”

But before he could say anything more—

SLAP.

Your hand met his face. Hard.

You ran. Straight to the car. Drove fast. Far.

And when you couldn’t drive anymore, you pulled over and sobbed.

Gut-wrenching, soul-shaking sobs.

You had no one. No one to hold you. No one to call. No one who loved you back.

You were alone.

You curled into yourself, hands cradling your stomach.

A whisper:

“Baby… Mommy’s gonna take care of you.”

A promise.

“Everything’s gonna be okay. I won’t let you feel what I feel. I’ll give you everything I can. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you won’t have a dad. I’m so, so sorry.”

You wiped your tears. Slowly. Breathing deeply. Trying to calm down — for your baby.

Because now, that’s all that mattered.

A few days later, you went to the hospital for your first check-up.

You sat quietly in the waiting room, filling out forms with trembling hands.

A nurse called your name. You followed her back, heart pounding.

She looked around, then asked gently, “Is anyone with you today?”

You shook your head, voice small. “No… I’m alone.”

She paused, then gave you a soft, sympathetic smile — the kind people give when they don’t know what else to say.

And somehow, that smile made it worse.

But you stayed strong. For the baby.

You returned to the apartment only when you were sure they wouldn’t be there.

Took your things. Blocked their numbers.

No goodbyes. No closure.

Just a new beginning.

You sold what you could. Moved into a small, quiet place. Not fancy like Atsumu’s — but safe. Yours.

You picked up part-time jobs. Bought secondhand baby clothes. Started preparing.

It wasn’t the life you imagined.

But it was yours now.

And no matter how broken you felt…

You were ready for whatever came next.

For your baby.

For yourself.

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Teenage love -Atsumu x reader

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You loved Atsumu.

He was your everything.

High school sweethearts — the perfect couple.

To others, you two were just cute together. Nothing deeper. They didn’t know. They didn’t know the struggles. The nights you didn’t sleep. The scars you hid. The damage your parents caused — to you, to both of you.

Your father… well, he was wild.

He had a bad temper.

Some days were really bad — especially the days he had too much alcohol. God, those days were hell. Your mom? She just listened. Agreed with everything he said. You tried — tried so many times to help her. To protect her. Tried to call the police once. But she always shut it down. “Stop being dramatic,” she’d say.

That day — that day — was the worst.

Everything’s a blur now. Just pain. Yelling. Rage. Tears.

Days like those happened too often.

You hated staying home.

No — you despised it.

School wasn’t much better. But then there was him.

Atsumu.

You don’t even know how the love began.

Maybe it was the way he looked at you. Or how his shoulder would brush yours when he walked by. Or the way he’d grin when you caught him staring.

Then came the small touches. Lingering eye contact. And finally — the question: “Wanna go out with me?”

You said yes.

God, you were so grateful you did.

Somehow… the bruises didn’t hurt as much anymore. Nothing did. Because all you felt now was love. Teenage, messy, warm love.

Maybe it was puppy love.

But for a girl who had nothing… This was everything.

You didn’t just get close to him. You got close to his teammates too. Suddenly school didn’t feel like a cage. It felt fun. It felt like freedom.

You were cuddled in his bed that day — like you always did.

You’d started going over to his house more. Kisses exchanged between whispered jokes and soft laughter.

He’d tried asking about your home before. Your parents. But you always changed the subject. You never felt ready.

So he stopped asking.

Until that day.

“Y/N, you can take your time,” he said gently.

That day… he held you a little closer.

And you flinched.

“Ah—Y/N, are you okay, baby?” he asked, pulling back immediately. “I didn’t even hold you that tight…”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, brushing it off. “Just leave it.”

But before you could move away, he gently grabbed your wrists.

“Y/N, baby… what’s this?”

His eyes widened.

He’d seen the bruises.

That day, you told him everything.

All of it.

And he didn’t say a word. He just pulled you into him — held you close until you couldn’t cry anymore.

He picked up your broken pieces. Held every one. And for the first time in your life…

You felt like someone actually saw you.

He cried too. Cried with you. Whispered, “I’m sorry, Y/N… I’ll do anything, I promise. I promise.”

“I’m gonna go pro, and when I do — we’ll live together. We’ll get married. Just you and me.”

That night, you both held each other close.

Maybe it was just a teenage love.

But oh — how real it felt.

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Onigiri rivalry-Osamu Miya

Osamu Miya couldn’t hide the shock on his face when he walked into his favorite local restaurant.

The same place where, for four glorious months, he had held the undefeated title of Onigiri King.

It was a simple deal: Whoever ate the most onigiri in one sitting got their photo on the restaurant’s wall. Champion status. Bragging rights.

And for four months? That wall had belonged to him.

But today? His photo was gone. Replaced by a new one.

Someone else, smiling smugly into the camera, holding a half-eaten onigiri, flashing a peace sign like they owned the place.

He stared.

“Who’s this?”

The staff just shrugged.

“New champ. Beat your record by three.”

Three. Three whole onigiri.

Osamu’s jaw tightened. This wasn’t just about food anymore — this was war.

He returned the next day with one goal: to reclaim his throne.

He hadn’t eaten a single thing all day. He sat down, rolled up his sleeves, and devoured everything they brought him.

By the end, he beat the new record by two. His picture went back on the wall. Balance had been restored.

Until the next day.

His photo? Gone again.

He stormed up to the counter.

“Bring the rice cooker,” he demanded, determination burning in his eyes.

He couldn’t handle the frustration. No way was he going to give up.

Every time he thought he’d won, that smug smile of yours stared right through him.

He’d never seen you in person — until today.

And when he finally did, he was shocked.

He couldn’t lie — you were kinda, nah, actually really cute and gorgeous.

You were wearing a worn-out school shirt.

He was surprised he’d never noticed you in school before.

“You!” he blurted.

You caught his gaze and, grinning, said, “Ohh, so you’re the rice boy. Nice to meet you.”

You held out your hand.

Both of you clasped hands with a strong grip — neither avoiding the contact.

“This is my title,” Osamu said fiercely.

“Not anymore,” you shot back.

“How about we have a showdown? Right here, right now.”

“We’ll see who the real winner is.”

“Bet. And don’t cry when you lose.”

“As if.”

“Loser will pay for the other.”

“Weird way of asking me out, but sure,” he smirked.

“Oh please, I’d never date a fake Onigiri King. I’d rather have the real one.”

“Oh, you’ll see who the title belongs to.”

And just like that, their rivalry over onigiri turned into something neither of them expected.

It became something a bit more than just onigiri.

Because somewhere along the way, it stopped being just about chasing the title of Onigiri King — and started being about chasing each other’s hearts.

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Not good enough -Oikawa Tooru

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Chapter 2

“AHH—WAIT! Y/N! Don’t go—lemme walk you home!”

you turned around halfway through the door with that same little smirk.

“no need. i can walk by myself.”

“no, i insist. there are creepy weirdos out there. i won’t feel right unless i walk with you.”

“oh please,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your jacket properly this time. “trust me, no one would dare.”

“ahhh, fine then,” he sighed with a hand on his hip, pretending like he lost the argument. “come on. let me walk you halfway. then you can act like you're strong and independent.”

“i am strong and independent.”

“ahh alright fine,” you said, sighing. “come, walk me home. then you go straight home.”

“aww, y/n-chan cares about me~”

“ohhh shut up.”

The walk was easy.

You really meant all that.

“All what?”

“Everything you said.”

“...Yes.”

“Thank you.”

Oikawa’s heart was beating so fast. He hadn’t felt this kind of warmth in a long, long time.

You talked about your passions, volleyball, and what you’re gonna do after high school. It’s been so long since Oikawa had a normal, calm conversation with a girl who wasn’t fangirling, giggling, or asking for a selfie.

You were walking through the quiet dead of the night, cool wind brushing by.

“I haven’t had a conversation like this in a long time,” he said after a while.

“Like what?”

“With a girl who wasn’t giggling and asking for my autograph.”

You laughed softly.

Then you looked up at the sky.

“What’re you looking at?” he asked.

“The stars… It’s beautiful tonight.”

But Oikawa wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you.

“Yeah… breathtaking,” he muttered under his breath, not sure if you even heard.

But your eyes shifted, and your lips curved a little.

“I know you’re looking at me, Oikawa.”

You smiled that little smirk again. Oikawa’s heart skipped a beat.

You smiled that little smirk again. Oikawa’s heart skipped a beat.

You walked a little further. “Yep, this is me. My stop.”

Oikawa didn’t want you to go. He wanted you. He wanted to listen to all your passion. He didn’t want to let you go.

You both stood there, staring at each other in the dead of the night, the moonlight shining brightly above.

“So… I was thinking, umm… maybe I can see you, like after school… like, uh, outside,” he said quietly, “if you want.”

He was blushing so hard, you could see it even in the dim light.

You smiled and said, “Text me, Oikawa.”

He watched you walk away, heart pounding like crazy, the night feeling a little warmer now.

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Not Good Enough - Oikawa Tooru

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Chapter -1

“Oikawaa, pls look at me!”

“Oikawa-channn, pls accept my treats!”

“Oikawaaaa, plss don’t get hurt…”

Oikawa was used to this—used to being surrounded by fans. He used to love the attention.

But lately, his eyes were only on you.

The girls' volleyball team had just shocked the school by making it to Nationals, led by you—you, who carried the whole team on your back. This was the first time in years that Seijou’s girls' team had made it that far… even the boys hadn’t.

And Oikawa was definitely jealous.

Like—that kind of raw talent… it reminded him of Kageyama.

And that pissed him off.

Then one day, Coach randomly announced that the boys’ and girls’ teams would be doing joint practice sessions. Obviously, Makki and Mattsun were hyped—already whispering nonsense.

When the girls arrived, some looked nervous, others tried acting cool. But Oikawa noticed you right away. You didn’t say much, just quietly warmed up. And yet—you commanded the team. Everyone trusted you. Everyone moved with confidence when you were on the court.

He couldn’t stop staring.

You were really beautiful too, he noticed that now.

First serve was Oikawa’s.

“Go easy on them,” someone muttered, but he didn’t even look to see who said it.

All he saw was you—on the court, staring straight at him. Calm. Steady. Like you were challenging him.

He smirked. Challenge accepted.

He threw the ball up high—and slammed it with everything he had.

Whooosh.

The gym went quiet.

You didn’t flinch.

Smack.

You stopped his serve. First try.

No one had ever done that before.

That game was a disaster for Oikawa.

His confidence shattered. The serve he had perfected over years—stopped. Just like that.

“OIKAWA, GET YOUR HEAD BACK IN THE GAME OR SMACK YOURSELF WITH THE BALL!” Iwaizumi’s voice thundered from the court.

But he couldn’t.

All he could think about was how he wasn’t good enough anymore. Not even for Nationals. Not even against some girl.

After the match, while everyone packed up, Oikawa stayed behind. Alone.

Smashing serves over and over. Trying to drown out the anger, the shame, the cracks forming inside him.

Then— Creak.

The gym door opened.

“Iwa-chan, I told you, go home without me.”

“I’m not your Iwa-chan.”

He turned around.

Y/n. The girl who stopped his serve. The girl who made him feel like a failure.

“What are you doing? It’s dark, you should be home.”

“I left my jacket here. Just came to get it.”

You walked over silently. The only sound was your shoes on the floor… and his breath, still ragged from practice.

“But why are you still here?”

There was a beat of silence.

“None of your business,” he muttered, tossing another ball into the air and slamming it against the floor.

You didn’t say anything.

You didn’t leave either.

Just… stood there. Quiet.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

“It’s none of your business. Just leave, Y/N.”

But you didn’t move.

And something inside him broke.

“YOU MIGHT NOT THINK IT’S A BIG DEAL,” he shouted, voice cracking, “BUT THAT SERVE YOU STOPPED—I SPENT YEARS PERFECTING IT!”

His fists trembled.

“I trained so much for Nationals. Trained to prove everyone wrong. And it still wasn’t enough.”

Tears started to fall. He hated crying. Hated how weak he felt.

And then— Your hands. Warm. Soft. On his.

You didn’t look like you pitied him.

You just… looked like you understood.

He closed his eyes. Let himself melt into your touch. Just for a second.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I just… feel like I failed. As a captain. As a player. I didn’t mean to lash out. I was just… jealous. You have all this talent, and I…”

“Oikawa,” you said gently, placing a finger to his lips.

“Listen to me.”

“You are amazing. Not because of how you look. Not because of the attention. Because of your heart. Your dedication. Your game is frighteningly good.”

“You think I stopped your serve with talent? You’re wrong. I’ve bruised myself a hundred times trying to return serves like that. I practice every day.”

“You don’t see it, but your play inspires people

you inspire me.

You smiled slightly.

“I hope we get to play more games like that. But next time, bring your real A-game, Oikawa Tooru.”

You turned to leave.

“Don’t disappoint me,” you said with a wink.

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Soulmate AU

Red strings and Chaos — Kita Shinsuke

Where strings are connected to people, which leads them to the person they are destined to…

Kita Shinsuke wanted a peaceful life with his soulmate.

Kita likes to keep everything organized, clean, and perfect—leaving no room for imperfection. Nothing too messy, everything under schedule.

So, he assumed he would get a person like that. A well-poised, proper lady.

Until… well, until he met his destined.

You were nowhere near Kita’s idea of perfection. You were more on the carefree side—the adventurous type.

He couldn’t lie… he was quite surprised when he found out the string led to you.

At first, he didn’t get it. But slowly, Kita started warming up to your antics.

When he's with you, you make him go crazy.

You made him do things he’d never imagined himself doing

Like climbing a tree to save a cat—because you threatened to do it yourself in a skirt, and he knew without a doubt that you would have if he hadn’t stepped in.

You had that power over him and

He couldn’t say no to your wide puppy eyes.

Kita never stopped worrying for you. You gave him such a headache—maybe even worse than the Miya twins. He knew how reckless you were, and still, he couldn’t stop worrying about how you might get hurt.

But he loved your fierceness. Your passion for even the smallest things. Your kind gestures.

Kita knew this is not peaceful life he had imagined

but now…

Kita can’t think

of a life where you're not in it. Because somehow

he found his peace in your chaos.

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Not another song about love - Tsukishima Kei

“Tsukii, um… Haaru-kun — the one from my work — asked me out on a date. What do you think?”

You told him with hopeful eyes, wanting - needing — to get some kind of reaction from him.

Tsukishima, with his usual bored face, replied without even glancing at you, “Okay? I don’t care.”

You blinked. Yeah… you expected that. You didn’t even know why you bothered asking him.

Actually… you did know. You only said it to him to make him a little jealous. Because deep down, some stupid part of you was hopeful he liked you. Even just a little.

You tried to keep your voice steady, your heart from breaking.

“If you don’t care, fine. I’ll have the best day with him. Bye.”

But Tsukishima...

He sat back down, headphones slipping over his ears, blasting music to distract himself. Songs about love. Songs that only reminded him of you.

He hated you.

You were loud and annoying — yet so loving. Messy and chaotic — yet painfully cute. And your lips... god, your lips. Distracting, soft, always moving.

He hated how badly he wanted to kiss you just to shut you up. How everything you did made his heart beat like crazy. How you made him feel things he didn’t understand.

Did you even know what you were doing to him? How could one person affect him this much?

But then — reality. You were going out with another guy. Before he even had the courage to say how he felt.

He couldn't stand the thought. Of you in someone else's arms. Laughing at their dumb jokes. Smiling the way you always do — but not at him.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Next thing he knew, he was running. Running like he did for a volleyball — no, faster. Because if he didn’t catch you now, he might never get another chance.

"WAIT, Y/N!"

You stopped in your tracks, shocked.

You’d never seen Tsukishima like this — running, desperate, a little out of breath.

Before you could say anything—

“Wait… I’m sorry.”

He gently grabbed your wrist, like you’d disappear if he let go. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled you in and crashed his lips onto yours.

It was quick. Desperate. Real.

When you both pulled away, breathless and a little hazy, he rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you, Y/N. Don’t go to him. Stay with me," he whispered.

Your heart jumped.

“I’ll stay.”

You smiled softly. “I love you.”

He exhaled — something like relief

“I love your messiness, and how loud and chaotic you are.”

“Okay, rude,” you mumbled with a laugh.

He smirked.

“I love your kindness. I love how you get excited about the little things and oh your smile... how i adore your smile

You blinked at him, cheeks warm

“Oh wow, Tsukii… you can’t leave me now. You’re stuck with me forever.”

A real, rare smile spread across his face.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Haikyuu

Hinata

A perfect romance

Iwaizumi

Headcanon of Iwaizumi

Tendou

Tendou has a crush on you

Tsukishima Kei

Not another song abt love

Kita Shinsuke

Red strings and Chaos

Oikawa Tooru

Not good enough-part1

Not good enough-part2

Osamu Miya

Onigiri rivalry

Atsumu Miya

Teenage love part2 part3 part4

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His eyes darkened and he growled.

You were giggling as you were reading your romance book you love.

You thought romance was full of men who could growl, turn into werewolves to protect their fragile female lead.

Oh, how you were wrong about that. It all changed when you met Hinata.

He was sunshine.

He did not turn into any dark werewolf or a vampire. He was the light.

His clumsy efforts to impress you with flowers, letters—even pork buns (Kageyama’s idea).

He cheered you on like he cheered his teammates.

Never have you ever felt left out or alone when you're with him.

Your days were bright because of him.

Then you realize maybe romance is not about being saved— it is about someone always being next to you and supporting you during your highs and lows.

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Headcanon of Iwaizumi being the sweetest romantic ever

Even though Iwaizumi looks stoic and serious, he’s probably the most romantic guy you’ll ever meet.

He isn’t flashy about it

instead, he shows his love in small, thoughtful ways. Like packing your favorite lunch, always making sure it’s balanced and healthy because he wants you to stay well. He’ll carry your bag every day, follow that sidewalk rule without fail, and bring you flowers almost every week for no particular reason. And he stares at you when you’re not looking, like you hung the moon. But if you ever point it out, he’ll blush, his ears will go all red, and he’ll deny it every time.

Iwaizumi isn’t flashy with love — He is love.

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tysm guys for your support😭

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Hii 💕

Welcome to my blog 😊

I'm Ray Ray I’ll mostly be posting fanfics

Masterlist

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If Tendou has a crush on you…

Even though he acts confident and loud around others, in reality, he’s really insecure.

Whispers of being called “weird” or a “monster” still haunt him, and deep down, he truly believes he doesn’t deserve you.

So instead of confessing his love outright, he starts leaving small anonymous letters in your locker every day.

They’re filled with riddles, puzzles, or little notes of encouragement to help you through your day—something you’ve started to look forward to.

And if you ever ask if he’s the one behind them, he always has a snarky response like:

“Ohh, Y/N-chan, are you stalking me~?”

But deep down, he silently hopes that one day, you’ll smile at him the way you smile at the letters— and maybe, just maybe, love him too.

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kita shinsuke ma man is the definition of husband material