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[kurooshis]

Can I have some Tsukishima scenario wherein his s/o is a like a living angel. She smiles a lot, is understanding, very nice and always helpful but bcoz of that ppl always asks her for help which she cant say no to. Then one day she just breaks down in front of him bcoz she's too tired and stressed but she just cant hurt people or say no

Sorry, this is sO LATE! I found this scenario a bit hard to write that’s why it took me some time to finish this. I hope you like it! sorry if there are grammatical errors

Now, this isn’t normal. Y/N, a girl who is amiable and enthusiastic is crying her heart out on the couch, her back away from her significant other, Tsukishima. To be honest, he wasn’t really surprised about this, he knew that she’d eventually break down and he was ready for it.

Some people were really nice to her, they respect her, treated her kindly and gave Y/N what she really deserved. On the other hand, people took advantage of her kindness and her helpful personality which irked the blond boy.

Sighing, Tsukishima pulled her gently and engulfed her into a hug, her sobbing doesn’t stop. 

“I’m tired, Kei. I’m so tired of people taking advantage of me, I’m done helping them. I’m a human being, I can feel emotions and get tired as well. I try to refuse their request but they’ll just trash talk to me, here I thought we were friends. I’m just not strong enough you know?”

As she questions her strength and capabilities, all he needs to do is to remind her what a strong and capable person she is. Since he knew that she’s the only one who can solve this, the best thing he could do is be there to comfort her and for her to know that she is loved and supported.

“You’re strong Y/N. I’m sorry you’re going through that but I know you’re going to make it through. You are not alone, I’m always here for you so cry if you need to. I’ll never leave you,”

this got a bit dramatic but thank you for reading! 

–Kimiko🌸

[kurooshis]

We’re sorry for the delay of our fics! Kazane’s classes had started a week ago and mine just started on the 7th, Kaz wouldn't be here often because of her thesis so I’ll try to finish your requests as much as I can for now!

Thank you for understanding!

--Kimiko🌸

[kurooshis]

Happy New Year!!!

As we start 2019, we wish everyone a very happy new year. Kazane’s internally repeating “this is my year” over and over, while Kimiko’s probably still thinking of Akaashi’s thighs (will probably still continue to think about them throughout the next 365 days)

We hope you’ll continue to support this blog!

- Kazane✨ & Kimiko🌸

[kurooshis]

can i hav som Nishinoya scenario (soulmate AU) where the reader (fem) and him are soulamtes, in this AU you'll find your soulmate through the red string. and the reader found him, she's from Tokyo, but Nishinoya refuses to believe it and so he pushed her away, maybe got a lil mean because of his devotion for Kiyoko(i luv dis girl tbh). please end it happily. THank YoU!

tHIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY. i’m going to separate this fic into parts because if i put it all together in 1 story it’ll be very long

Beep.    Beep.    Beep.

You wake up, and you hear a foreign sound. As it gets louder and clearer, you realize where the sound is coming from. Heart rate monitor. Heart rate monitor? Why? Where are you? Are you dreaming? Did some–

“Thank God, you’re now awake. How are you feeling?”

You hear a voice, it was the doctor. Taking a deep breath, you looked around only to see plain white walls, a tray that contains medical things and a window pane with a small curtain. You’re in a hospital. But why are you in a hospital? 

“Your legs are broken and some of your ribs are fractured, but don’t worry I already did what I could so it just needs time to heal. You’re lucky you’re still alive.”

Lucky? What’s the point of being alive if your family doesn’t want you? What’s the point if you don’t have any friends? Does anybody even love you? You don’t even have any memories to keep or any people to cherish. You should’ve been dead by now.

It was a normal spring day when your depressive state consumed you. You couldn’t bear it anymore, and the top of the building just looked like a release from sadness.

“(Name), let’s go,” Instantly recognizing the voice, you didn’t have to turn your head to see the person who called you, it was your mom. As you follow her on the way to the parking lot, you noticed a red string tied on her pinky slightly glowing. You blinked your eyes and shook your head. No, you’re only dreaming, right?

You’ve heard a lot of stories about this, how that red string is connected to your soulmate even if he or she is miles away. But some people say it was just a myth, so you didn’t actually believe it. Maybe it’s just your brain fooling with you.

When you got home, you saw your dad watching TV, then you realize that he also had a red string attached to his pinky but what’s noticeable was that it wasn’t connected to the one your mom has. As you head straight towards your bedroom, you kept wondering why each string was going in a different way. Lying down on your bed, a bright glowing light caught your attention. Looking at your hands, you saw a red string starting to form around your pinky. Perhaps soulmates are real after all. If so, aren’t soulmates meant to love each other? Maybe there is someone out there who loves you.

Standing up, you instantly grabbed a backpack and packed your things. You decided to follow your red string, which was leading to the place where your soulmate is.

After 4 hours of traveling, the string led you to Miyagi. It was an unfamiliar place but at least you have the string to guide you to where you need to go. 

While walking around, the string started to grow more and more visible as if it was completing itself. You kept following it and saw that it was connected to someone. He was sitting on the ground on the side of an alley feeding a stray cat. You didn’t know if you should approach him and tell him about the string because maybe he’ll see you as a crazy person.

But you did anyway.

“Hey, do you need help with something?” He asked as he noticed you staring at him. You didn’t know what to do or say. He’s a stranger, you don’t know anything about him. You’re basing this decision off of something that might be a side effect to what happened to you. Red strings. 

“Um, the string led me here,” You said just loud enough for him to hear.

He squinted his eyes and raised his brows in confusion. “Excuse me? What string?”

You can already see on his face how he thinks of you. Crazy.

You took a deep breath, preparing for what you’ll say next, unsure of his reaction and the aftermath of your decision.

“You’re my soulmate,” You breathed out. This time, he heard what you said clearly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Hello, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this and please stay tuned for the next part!  

–Kimiko🌸

[kurooshis]

merry kurisumasu!!!

we hope you have a very merry christmas!

enjoy, everyone!!!

- Kazane✨ & Kimiko🌸

[kurooshis]

Hi there! Could I please request headcanons for how Asahi would manage/help his gf with period cramps? (literally dying rn, and only fluff can help me) Thank you! 💓

hello! thanks for the request! I’ll be doing your headcannons today!-Kaz✨

Asahi

Would get really flustered at first, worrying about you.

Will gently lay you down a sofa/bed, tie his hair back and gets his mom apron on.

Boils hot water to make a warm towel, and places it carefully on your lower abdomen

Hands you a glass of water and a pill of ibuprofen to help.

Kisses your forehead every time he passes by the couch/bed as he gets you pillows and blankets

Runs to the convenience store real quick to buy a load of chocolates.

Cooks you your favorite meal

Turns on your favorite movie

After everything, he’ll wrap a blanket around both of you and cuddles you until you feel better.

[kurooshis]

First request! Hcs for Bokuto, Kuroo, Iwaizumi and Oikawa with an s/o who picks at their lips so that it's always sensitive so when they kiss the reader she squeaks and he thinks it's cute until he finds out why

Bokuto

Gets extremely shocked

Asks “are you okay?!” at least five times in the first minute

Laughs boisterously when he finds out it’s sensitive

Continues to pat your head while laughing

Enters into worried / dejected mode when he finds out it’s because of you picking at it.

Gets sad and says “It’s because I dont make you feel comfortable” and sulks in a corner

Gives you plenty of hugs after you reassure him!

Kuroo

Gets shocked, but just looks at you with his mouth hanging open

Clears his throat a lot due to awkwardness

Asks if you didn’t like it

Nods his head and says he understands completely as you say its sensitive.

Engages in a conversation normally but you feel that he’s still affected by it.

Brightens up slightly when he realizes it’s not because of him, but gets worried.

Leans closer to stare at your lips.

Smiles and tells you he’ll help you with anything (like easing you into stopping your habit)

Iwaizumi

Keeps a straight and solid face, but blushes.

Doesn’t speak for 3 whole minutes.

Finally asks  what’s wrong.

Just stares at you as you say your lips are sensitive

Blushes deeper.

Before you finish saying that you pick at your lips, he hands you a lip balm.

Gives you a smile brighter than a thousand suns.

“don’t worry, i understand. i do that too.”

Oikawa

Pulls you closer, and asks what’s wrong

Secretly replays the scenario in his head, trying to find out what he did wrong.

Starts fake crying to lighten up the mood. “dont leave me!” 

Makes you laugh a lot.

Pulls your chin up, examines your lips, and sees the slightly rough texture.

“your lips are beautiful.”

Kisses you again, but gently this time.

[kurooshis]

Hello! I'd like to give you a warm welcome as a new blog and hope you succeed! Best of luck! Expect a few asks from during winter break 👀

Thank you so much! We’re looking forward to your asks!

—Kimiko🌸 & Kazane✨

[kurooshis]

Mwahhh your header ♡

Thank youuu!!❣

— Kimiko🌸

[kurooshis]

open for requests!

hello everyone! our ask box is open for requests!

we write for bnha, haikyuu, noragami!!

so we do the following (i will also state who will most likely write it):

character x character 

character x oc 

character x reader 

matchups

scenarios

headcannons

solos

more stuff:

so, both of us don’t know all of the characters, so here are the one’s we’ll write about:

hq

karasuno

Sawamura Daichi Sugawara Koushi Asahi Azumane Nishinoya Yuu Ennoshita Chikara Kageyama Tobio Hinata Shouyou Tsukishima Kei Yamaguchi Tadashi Kiyoko Shimizu Hitoka Yachi

nekoma

Kuroo Tetsurou Kozume Kenma Yaku Morisuke Haiba Lev Taketora Yamamoto

fukurodani

Akaashi Keiji Bokuto Koutarou

aoba johsai

Oikawa Tooru Iwaizumi Hajime Hanamaki Takahiro Kunimi Akira

shiratorizawa

Ushijima Wakatoshi Semi Eita Tendou Satori Shirabu Kenjiro Goshiki Tsutomu

others

Miya Atsumu Miya Osamu Terushima Yuuji Shinsuke Kita Tanaka Saeko Tsukishima Akiteru

bnha

Todoroki Shouto Izuku Midoriya Bakugo Katsuki Kirishima Eijirou Kaminari Denki Hanta Sero Uraraka Ochako Iida Tenya Tokoyami Fumikage Asui Tsuyu Aoyama Yuga Hagakure Toru Togata Mirio Yoarashi Inasa

noragami

Yato Yukine Iki Hiyori Kofuku (only with Daikoku hehe) Bishamon Kazuma

AUs are greatly welcome, please state what kind.

We will use female pronouns unless otherwise stated.

no nsfw.

If you want it angst, fluff, or what genre u like, please tell us.

max no. of characters in headcanons is 4.

max no. of characters in scenarios is 2

please be detailed with your info for matchups! also state if either bnha or hq

we will add to this list if needed!

[kurooshis]

the sound the wind makes - ch.02

it was a thursday.

It’s been exactly 9 days since Kenma’s stepped foot into university, nine exhausting days that made his commute home feel like an uphill battle. He was greeted by the usual face of worry his mom had been wearing ever since he started university. He managed a small and weak, “I’m home. I’m just tired.” as his mother hovered in front of him. To his surprise, she let him go. She didn’t fuss over anything or made him eat dinner.

Kenma almost crawled his way to his room, his legs starting to shut down. He pulled himself onto his bed, kicking off his socks and sighing as he stared up into the ceiling. There wasn’t a problem with his classes, he liked them a lot. Most of his teachers seem helpful, his classmates were friendly enough to not talk to him—which is a win in Kenma’s eyes. He was just really tired.

He’s never been social, and the kids in his high school knew this about him, so they just left him alone. So a new environment littered with people who attempt to converse with him is tiring.

Slowly, Kenma’s eyes grew heavier and heavier.

Kenma had a three hour break every monday, wednesday, and friday. For the first week, he spends his time sleeping or playing video games underneath a cherry tree east of the campus, as it was quiet and peaceful. But the building right behind went under reconstruction after his first week, so he has decided he’d spend his breaks elsewhere.

If east is occupied, maybe it’s time to search west? It was near the Law building and the medical sciences department, aside from those there was a small canteen nearby. The food court east of the campus was bigger. All of his classes were held in the Technology building or the two buildings near there, so there hadn’t been motive for Kenma to even go west.

As he walked from one side to the other passing by the large fountain—signifying the center of the campus, Kenma noticed a big decrease in students loitering around. He started to feel go about this choice.

The west looked very similar to the east, the only difference being the different buildings and the lesser volume of people. He found a nice, bigger cherry tree and decided to drop his bag and lie down underneath it.

“You’re in my spot.”

Kenma pulled out his nintendo DS and glanced at the person standing in front of him, blocking the warm sun.

“Well, um. I was here first.” He said quietly, moving up to the root of the tree, curling his knees up his chest and turning the DS on, praying this person would leave him alone.

“Hey, is that Final Kingdom?” the person asked, as he moved closer to Kenma slightly.

“Yeah.” Kenma murmured, keeping his eyes on the game. The person decided to move closer and sit next to Kenma, taking his answer as an invitation of sorts.

Kenma instinctively moved away. However, as he moved his eyes, his glance turned into a stare. The sun’s rays were in the way before so Kenma couldn’t see the person’s face. But now, as he was staring into Kenma’s handheld game, Kenma saw the black hair with the weird spiky hairsyle, and his cat like eyes that gave Kenma chills.

A ping broke Kenma’s gaze. The other pulled out his phone and gave a deep sigh. He turned to Kenma and smiled.

“Well, I gotta go. See you next time I guess?”

Kenma whipped his head, and looked back at the game. Should he say “No, I won’t be seeing you?” or “Yes, can I have your number?”. The first one was tempting but something in him refused to say that.

“I guess.” was his response.

“What’s your name?” The stranger asked, still seated next to him, still smiling.

“Kozume- Kenma Kozume.”

“Kenma-san? Kenma? Kozume? Hm, I think I like Kenma better.” He chuckled. “Don’t you want to know my name?”

Kenma let out a small sigh, all he really wanted was to spend his break trying to finish this game and maybe nap a little bit.

“Sure, why not.”

“It’s Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou.”

When Kenma didn’t respond, Kuroo stood up and typed in his phone before saying, “We’ll I hope I’ll see you around Kenma.”

kaz’s note: omg u guys the intro chapters r done hurrrrrrrrah!

[kurooshis]

chapter 1

I don't have any title for this fic yet

Hogwarts!au

a/n: mainly kuroken (establishing bokuroo bro-ship first)

|kuroken + bokuaka|

Platform Nine and Three quarters? There must be a mistake, there hasn’t been any kind of platform like that. The train was going to leave in 10 minutes. A certain boy with an indescribable hair, pushing a trolley cart containing his things, couldn’t seem to find the platform he was looking for. As he was observing the station, he suddenly heard a woman complaining, her two sons following behind.

“It’s the same every year, packed with muggles, of course. Come on, Platform Nine and Three quarters this way,” Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed a bit, Muggles? Are they on their way to Hogwarts as well? They must be.

He pushed his trolley to the direction where they’re going to see how they get to the unknown place. They stopped in front of an empty brick wall between two platforms and the first kid abruptly ran into it leaving Kuroo extremely dumbfounded.

“Excuse me,” he said walking towards the woman, “C-could you tell me how to--” Kuroo pointed at the wall her kid just ran into and she already knew what he meant so she smiled at him, 

“How to get onto the platform? Not to worry dear, it’s Kou’s first time to Hogwarts as well.” Her other son looked at him and widely smiled. “All you’ve got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best to do it a bit of a run if you’re nervous.” He nodded then did what he was told to do, the other boy following him.

Inside the train, Kuroo was getting comfortable at the place where he was sitting. A person knocked lightly, waking him up from his reverie he looked up, only to see the boy who he met at the station earlier, “Excuse me, do you mind? Everyone else’s was full,” 

Kuroo indicated him to sit down, “Not at all!”

“I’m Bokuto by the way, Bokuto Koutarou,”

“I’m Kuroo, Kuroo Tetsurou,”

Thus the start of a new Friendship.

[kurooshis]

the sound the wind makes - ch.01

college!au - slice of life 

bokuaka | kuroken

volleyball dynamic duo kotaro and tetsurou conquer their junior year in college. akaashi gets a new, loud, and irritating chem partner. kenma starts his freshman year in college.

Volleyball. Haikyuu. You must not let ball touch the ground. Must not let the ball touch the ground.

With instinct, like it was a sixth sense, Kuroo dove to the ground his arms outstretched in front of him, his eyes never leaving the blue and yellow ball.

It was the moment of truth, University of Tokyo tied with Meiji University with winning the 1st set as Meiji won the 2nd. But now on the 3rd set, Meiji has scored 23 points, Tokyo leading with 24.

Kuroo’s hand and the ball connected, sending it soaring back up again. Loud shrieks were heard across the gymnasium.

In the blink of an eye, Bokuto jumped up, pulling his hand back as he braced to hit the ball. The Meiji players started running, positioning themselves to the calculated dropping place of the ball.

Kuroo ran to the right side of the court, preparing for the possible repercussions Bokuto’s choice of play would have. He takes a side glance at his friend, and he saw the trademark Bokuto Kotaro smirk and the blazing fire in his eyes.

There are plays that are practiced, and plays that just work for them like they’re a well oiled machine, but there are rare times where Bokuto gets carried away by the moment and becomes completely unreadable.

Kuroo sees the amount of force Bokuto plans to hit the ball with, and he knew it will take the ball outside the court. He needs to knock some sense into him. “Kotar-“  

Dump.

“Bokuto Kotaro scores with a dump! University of Tokyo wins!”

Un. Pre. Dict. Able.

-

“Hey! Kuroo! Bokuto! Nice game!” a random guy and his group of friends cheered them on as they walked down the stairs, on the way to class. Kuroo gave them a wave as Bokuto shouted, “Thanks!”.

The game was exhausting but they had a chem class in the afternoon. It was one of the classes they had together, even though they were in different departments.

“Hey, I heard Touma dropped out of school.” Kuroo mentioned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The April wind was chilly.

Sato Touma was Bokuto’s chemistry partner. He heard that he was transferring to a university abroad, but since he didn’t like talking to people, he never really talked to Bokuto.

“Where are you guys on the paper Ito sensei wanted us to submit before midterms?” Kuroo asked, pulling out a candy from his pocket.

“Oh shit!” Bokuto exclaimed, completely forgotten about the paper. He was hoping Touma would start it, as he was busy with volleyball practice. So, in short, they weren’t anywhere with the paper.

“So I take that as, you haven’t started the thing?” Kuroo asked, raising an eyebrow, the candy in his cheek.

“No. I hope whoever gets reassigned to me has it started. He wants a chapter 1 draft this friday right?” Bokuto groaned loudly, causing some of the passing students to stare at them.

“Do you think that loner kid would get paired up with me? I mean he probably has to right? He’s the only one without a partner.”

Kuroo sighs, transferring the candy to his other cheek.

“I don’t know. Seriously, you have nine units this semester what do you do at home?”

“Video games. Duh.”

This time, it was Kuroo’s turn to groan out loud. Cramming wasn’t his style, but it was Bokuto’s, so ever since that sub-par art project they did in middle school, Kuroo opted to never pair up with Bokuto again.

Kuroo looked up and squinted his eyes. Huh. He must be seeing things. Or maybe his eyes were getting blurry.

“Hey. Kotaro. Hey.” He smacked Kotaro’s arm hard.

“WHAT-“

“Hey is it just me, or does that clock say 2:30?”

“Yeah. It says 2:30. Did you go blind?”

“Our class is at 2PM.”

“Yeah, duh, I go to that class too.”

“It’s 2:30.”

They stared at each other for five seconds, before Kuroo could almost hear something click in Bokuto’s brain.

“OH SH-“

Both of them started running as fast as they could towards the building.

-

“Late again!” Their professor exclaimed as they tried to quietly enter the classroom. Mr. Ito sighed and just signalled them to sit down. He turned his back and resumed writing formulas on the board.

“Excuse me.” It was faint, and Bokuto didn’t hear it. He took his pen and crept it slowly up Kuroo’s ear. “Bokuto-san.” Kuroo slapped the pen away from Bokuto’s hand and, began writing down the formulas. Bokuto pouted and leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

“Bokuto-san.” Bokuto opened his eyes and saw someone with a very straight face looking down at him.

“…Yeah?” He answered.

“I’m your new chemistry partner.” The person took a piece of paper from his notebook and handed it to Bokuto. “These are the list of topics I want you to read for the paper. I already started, so I’ll need your input for chapter one by tomorrow.”

Bokuto takes the piece of paper from his hand and read it, but as he saw him turning to leave, Bokuto said, “Hey, what’s your name again?”

The person looked back at Bokuto.

“Akaashi Keiji.”