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𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ◦ none

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ◦ sfw | fem!reader | terushima does typical terushima flirting | pining oikawa | reader is painfully oblivious | 483 words

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𝐯𝐢𝐩 ◦ @takes1

I'm sorry this is so short and kind of bad, school and work are kicking my ass but I wanted to get something posted this week. Hopefully next post will be better.

Terushima really couldn’t help himself, you were just too cute. You were wandering around the halls of the event center, looking so sweet and helpless. “Are you lost, babe?” He said as he blocked your path, looking at you like you were a fresh meal.

You tried to poke your head around the blonde, hoping that you would see Mattsun, or Maki, or Iwa down the hallway, “Uhhh, yea. Do you know where Aoba Johsai went?” you said absentmindedly, paying absolutely zero mind to Terushima’s predatory smile.

He took half a step towards you, forcing you to pay attention to him, “Hmmm, I think I did, but I forgot somehow,” he smirked at you, “I know something that might jog my memory though.”

“What might help?” you tiled your head at him, still not suspecting anything from this strange boy.

He took his phone out of his pocket, gently shaking it infront of your face, “Your number,” he said with a big grin on his face.

Your brows knit together in thought, “I don’t get how that’ll help you remember…”

Terushima laughed nervously. Were you actually this dense or were you messing with him? He genuinely couldn’t tell but based on the innocent expectant look you gave him, he figured it was the former. He did always have a thing for oblivious girls. He smiled at you, “Well you see--”

“Y/N!” A shout came from behind you, the tall brunette jogging up to you, “Is this a friend of yours?” 

You turned towards Tooru, shaking your head, “No, I don’t think I do.”

Terushima smiled at him, “I was just trying to help her find you guys,” he turned his gaze back to you, “So, about your number,”

Tooru stepped in front of you, “She’s not interested, sorry,” he said cruelly. 

Teushima hummed condescendingly at him, “What are you, her handler? She can decide on her own if she’s interested.”

You looked between the two boys, “Interested in what, exactly?”

Tooru face palmed at your question. Your thick skull was the exact reason you never realized that he’s like you since you were kids. He grabbed your wrist, “Let’s just go, (Y/N). Coach wants to have our pre-game meeting now.”

The blonde tried to shout after you, maybe try to awaken you to his flirting, but Tooru was dragging you away too quickly.

Tooru turned towards you as the two of your walked, “You need to be more careful talking to guys you don’t know.”

You look up at him with you big, beautiful, stupid eyes, “Why? Do you think he was putting the moves on me?”

He sighed, “Yes, he was.”

“Oooh, that’s why he asked for my number!”

Tooru grimaced and nodded. His childhood friends just had to be a brute who beat him and a girl who would never realize that he was madly in love with her.

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐭. 𝟐)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ◦ angry outbursts, mad authority figure

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ◦ sfw | f!reader | reader is a manager | reader is still a little hurt | kind of a getting over it part? | play fighting | more of atsumu calling reader "doll" and "darlin'" | 1.7k words

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𝐯𝐢𝐩 ◦ @takes1

“Gaah! I just don’t get it! It’s been a whole month, why ain’t she over him yet?” Atsumu was kicking his legs around like a toddler, whining and moping to anyone who would listen. 

All of the boys were sleeping together in a classroom for their spring training camp. This is something that happened every year, but this year in particular it sucked. It mainly sucked because you wouldn’t even look at Atsumu, much less talk to him.

Kita sighed, “Atsumu, she’s doing a lot more than getting over her ex-boyfriend,” Kita felt like he was having to play both sides with the two of you. You would go to him to vent about how you were feeling about the breakup, how you were feeling mentally after being bullied and ostracized by essentially your whole class for multiple weeks, and how you were feeling about Atsumu. Atsumu was just complaining to Kita, since he was always the only one who happened to be the ‘anyone who would listen’ for the last few days. Kita thought that Osamu at least would also listen to his twin's whining, but he would leave the room anytime Atsumu brought you up.

Atsumu pouted, “I could help her with whate’er problem she’s got.”

“Think about it this way, Atsumu,” Kita thought for a second for a metaphor his junior would best understand, “Would you want to play volleyball with someone who isn’t very confident in how they play?”

The blonde’s eyebrows scrunched, “No, not bein’ confident in your play makes you hesitate, an’ it makes you play worse.”

Kita snapped his fingers and pointed at him, “Exactly, it’s the same thing in relationships. When someone isn’t confident in themselves, their feelings, or just in general has emotional wounds that need to heal, it ends up hurting both people in the relationship.”

Atsumu put his hand to his chin and hummed in thought, “So, I just gotta wait for (Y/N) to be all good again, then she’ll go out with me.”

“No,” Kita said flatly.

Atsumu sat bolt right up, “Whaddya mean ‘no’?”

Kita stood up so he could start his night time routine and shrugged, “She’ll date you if she wants to.”

And just like that, Atsumu was back to moping.

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Spring rain pattered against the windows of the gym as shoes squeaked against the waxed wood floors and volleyballs were slammed into it, followed by multiple shouts. Overall, it was very pleasantly noisy.

There was just one particularly annoying noise that was standing out so much from the rest, probably much to his joy, “I got it, I got it!” Atsumu yelled as he back set a ball from outside of the court for Aran to slam into the floor. 

You acknowledged that Atsumu wasn’t acting any different than how he usually was, but it was like he was trying to piss you off. His voice was the same volume as it always was, he was making the same flashy plays he always makes, and he was behaving like a child like he always did when he was on the volleyball court. After spending the last couple days in captivity with him, having to hear and see him every single day, the irritation was starting to wear on you.

It all came to a head when Atsumu asked Aran to do extra practice with him. This was a very normal occurrence, what was also a normal occurrence was Aran asking you to help them by tossing and shagging balls for them, but you hoped and prayed that Aran would choose anyone else. Aran’s voice saying, “Hey, (Y/N), can you help us practice?” made you wince.

You made brief, accidental eye contact with Atsumu, before yelling “Sorry, can’t!” back, picking up the small carrying case for the water bottles to make yourself look busy so they wouldn’t push the issue further.

“C’mon, Doll, you can do all that later. Throw some balls for us,” those two sentences made you feel as thought you were going to pop a blood vessel. Seriously? He was still calling you Doll and trying to force you to be around him after what him beating up your boyfriend did to your mental health for the last month? Was he just stupid? Dense? Or was Atsumu Miya put on this Earth to specifically to torture you?

The pent up anger made you feel like you were on fire in the already warm gym, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears. You felt as though you were a spectator in your own body as your legs carried you to Atsumu, each step echoing with silent rage against the hardwood. You watched as your palm made contact with his cheek, the crack of it bouncing against the walls loudly, causing everyone to go silent as they stared at the two of you.

Aran stood dumbfounded next to Atsumu and winced at how hard you slapped the blonde. You saw his eyes go wide, looking behind you and stepping back. You didn’t need to look behind you to see who it was, Coach Kurosu shouted,  “What the hell was that,” as he came into view, standing with his hands on his hips in front of you and Atsumu.

You felt the heat of anger be replaced with the burning of shame. You looked down at your feet, “I slapped him, sir.”

“Yeah, I got that, why?” The older man snapped.

You chewed on your lip, “He pissed me off,” you muttered.

He nodded his head angrily, “So we just slap everyone who pisses us off now?”

You glanced up at him for a second, and upon seeing the anger and disappointment in his expression, you looked back down to your hands, “No, sir.”

Kurosu sighed, running a hand through his gray hair, “I get you’re going through a lot, but (Y/N), you’re a manager. You’re held to a higher standard than these guys, okay?”

You nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Atsumu, who was standing there silently, holding his now bright red cheek, jumped when Coach Kurosu yelled, “And you,” at him, pointing at his chest, “Don’t antagonize her.”

The older man turned around, addressing everyone else, “Go to the cafeteria, have your dinner, and go to bed. No more nonsense or drama for the rest of the night.” 

You and Atsumu glanced at each other, seeing if the other was going to move from their spot. The two of you started slowly walking past Coach Kurosu, until his voice stopped the two of you in your tracks, “Oh no, not you two. You two are cleaning the gym together until the two of you decide you can get along.”

Both you and Atsumu turned back towards your coach, about to plead your case for why that absolutely should not happen, but simultaneously decided that you were both in enough shit right now, and cut your losses.

With a unified groan, you both made your way to the storage closet to grab cleaning supplies.

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“Stupid Atsumu. Pissing me off like that and getting me stuck doing this.”

Atsumu’s eyes snapped towards you, as opposed to the floor he was mopping, “Hey! I can hear ya, y’know!”

You looked back at your cleaning partner from your spot on the floor, a volleyball in your lap and rag in hand, “Good!”

“What the hell is yer problem?” Atsumu dropped his mop and walked towards you, stopping when he was looming behind you.

“Yea, like our issues are my damn fault,” you grumbled.

He threw his hands up and slapped them against his thighs in disbelief, “Uh, yeah, it’s yer damn fault. I haven’t done anything wrong!

You twisted your torso to look at him, “Do you seriously believe that? That you did nothing wrong?”

He scratched the back of his head, “Okay, well, maybe I shouldn’t have fought that loser boyfriend of yours, but--”

You pointed up at him in warning, “Don’t even finish that sentence.”

He leaned down towards you, his arms outstretched to his sides, “You would still be with that loser if I didn’t kick his ass, wouldn’t you?”

He had you there. You probably would be, but that was none of his business, none of this was any of his business the whole time, that’s what pissed you off, “I don’t see how that concerns you,” you huffed.

He sat on the floor in front of you, a little farther than out of arm's reach so you couldn’t hit him again, “You can’t stop me from being concerned for ya.”

You scowled at the ball you were cleaning, “Yea, and you can’t stop me from smacking you.”

He laughed, “I can’t, but Coach can force us to do this until ya forgive me.”

“Go finish mopping, you jackass!” You hucked a volleyball directly at his face.

Atsumu yelped, using his hands to catch the ball before it hit him, “You upgraded from smackin’ to throwin’ shit at me!?”

You grabbed a second ball from the cart, “Yeah, and I’ll keep throwing shit at you until you leave me alone!”

“Two can play that game, Darlin’!” He shouted as he threw the ball he had previously caught at you, hitting you square in the back.

You groaned as you toppled over, “You son of a bitch,” you said as you stood on your knees and threw another ball at him, hitting him in the back of the knee, as he ran towards the extra ball cart near the supply closet, tripping him.

He scrambled to his feet, using the ball cart to assist him. He threw ball after ball at you, trading the strength of the throw for the speed necessary to absolutely barrage you with blue and yellow leather. You playfully yelled at him to stop between laughs as you curled into a ball to avoid being hit in the face or gut.

Once he ran out of balls in the cart, he leaned over the cart, laughing breathlessly with you, “This is fuckin’ ridiculous, y’know it?”

You unballed yourself, laying like a starfish on the ground as you continued laughing, wiping tears from your eyes, “I know, I know.”

Maybe things were starting to feel a little lighter with Atsumu, like they were your first year.

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ◦ nsfw

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ◦ nsfw | fem! reader | brazil! hinata | light sub! hinata | light dom! reader | hinata says baby a lot | begging | kinda exhibitionism? | phone sex | long distance relationship | 1.1k words

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𝐯𝐢𝐩 ◦ @takes1

You missed your boyfriend. As you scrolled through photos of him, waiting for your daily call (his nightly call), you silently cursed him for going across the globe to play beach volleyball. Seriously, who did he think he was, leaving you all alone to go to a country he’s never been to or really even know anyone who’s been there? What if he got into an accident while he was there or something then you’d have to--

“Sho! Baby, how are you doing?” You said cheerily into the phone as you rolled onto your stomach.

He laughed his beautiful sunny-bright laugh, “Hey, Baby. I’m doing good, I just got home from practice.”

You hummed, rolling back onto your back, “How was that?”

There was a small bit of rustling on the other side of the line, but you assumed that it was just him setting his bag down or lying down to rest, “Uhh, it was pretty good. Tell me about your day, Baby.”

You giggle, “Sho, my day just started. Did you forget?”

He groaned at you, “Baaabyy, you know what I mean.”

“I know, I know,” you smiled to yourself, “You know I like teasing you, Baby.”

You heard something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, “God, do I know,” more rustling, “Tell me about yesterday.”

There were suspicions in your mind of what he was doing, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened after all. You decided to be a good girlfriend and play along with it for a little while, “Well, I woke up and I got ready for my classes at Sendai,” he hummed in response, “I ended up running into Tsukki, so the two of us got lunch on campus.”

He sighed on the other end, “I wish I could take you out, Baby.”

You smirked, “I know you do, Honey. Anyway, after lunch, I went to the library to study for a little while since I have an exam tomorrow. Then I came home, made dinner,” you almost thought about not saying this, but you thought the reaction from your sweet, sweet boyfriend who was doing his best to hide the fact that he was jerking off to your voice would be much too good, “After dinner, I touched myself in the shower thinking about you…”

There was a pause on the other line, only hearing him pant before he said, “Fuck, Baby. Can you touch yourself now?”

You hummed, “You can ask me nicer than that, Sho.”

The theatre of the mind truly was a gift, you could vividly see him on the other line, across the world. He was probably shirtless, his blush dusting the tips of his ears, his cheeks, going down his neck, and flooding onto his shoulders. He’d sent you some photos of him at the beach, so you knew how tan he’d gotten, how much bigger he’d gotten everywhere. His wide rough palms were rubbing his cock, and he was probably wishing they were yours instead. 

“Mmmn, Baby, please, please touch yourself with me,” 

“That’s more like it, Sho,” you said as you sat up to take off your sleeping shorts. You were already soaked just from the sounds your boyfriend was making and your imagination. Using two of your fingers, you slid them through your slit to wet them, and swirled them around your clit, “Mmm, Sho, I wish you were here.”

Based on the new squelching sounds on the other line, Hinata had put you on speaker, “Haa-mmm, me too, Baby,”

You giggled as you continued abusing your clit, making sure to moan and whine a little louder than normal for your boyfriend. He loved when you were loud, “Have you--hmmnn--been thinking about me all day?”

He groaned, “Yea, I can’t stop thinking about you,” you heard a small amount of rusting again, “Hmmnn, Fuck. I keep imagining you in a bikini on the beach, watching me play. Haa, then, when I’m done playing, we find a nice secluded spot, and you ride me while the sun goes down.”

You threw your head back and whined, “You’re such a romantic, Baby.”

Hinata laughed breathily, based on the slower rhythm of the squelches, he was slowing down. He was always one to take his time, at least when it came to you, “Only for you,”

Finally, you plunged one of your fingers into your sopping wet hole, wishing they could be your boyfriend’s again, “Mmm, Sho, your fingers would feel so much better right now.”

You know that one got to him, whenever the two of you would have sex before he left, he’d finger you until you came at least once before he even thought of fucking you properly, “Haa, I’d make you squirt on my fingers right now If I could.”

You smirked and giggled, “Would you be a good boy and lick up my mess?”

Through the phone, you heard his head thud against his headboard and him start fucking his fist faster again, “Yea, Baby, I’d be such a good boy for you.”

You began picking up your pace as well to match his, closing your eyes to better imagine your beautiful tanned, ginger boyfriend, “Mmmnn, You’re always such a good boy for me, Sho.”

“Haa-haa, are you close, Baby?” you could tell he was close due to the pitchiness in his voice.

You bit your lip and nodded even though he couldn’t see it, “Mmhmm, I’m really close, Baby.”

Based on the rustling of his sheets, the squelching of lotion against his thick cock, and his panting, Hinata was stroking himself with reckless abandon, “Me too, Baby. Mmnngg-- Baby, can you come with me? Please?”

You sighed, “Yea, Baby, I’ll come with you.”

The two of you sat there, across the globe from each other, wishing the other was there to bring you to the edge. You both moaned into your respective phones, and with your eyes closed, it almost felt like he was back here with you. You imagined him leaning over you, two fingers deep into your cunt, telling you to give him just one more orgasm.

The rush you felt when you finally fell over the edge was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Your vision went white for a second and you could swear your ears were ringing from how hard you came.

You laughed, “Sho, my ears are ringing.”

He laughed with you, “Yea… The tips of my fingers are numb.”

“You’re such a pervert, Sho,” you huffed at him, “Trying to jack off without me knowing when I’m just telling you about my day.”

Hinata sighed, “Cut me some slack, Baby. You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“Mmhmm…” You smiled, “You’re gonna have to be punished when you come home.”

“You promise?”

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐭. 𝟏)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ◦ angst, abusive boyfriend, physical fighting

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ◦ sfw | nsfw in future parts? | fem!reader | reader is a manager | reader is hard to get | reader is in an abusive relationship | atsumu is a total white knight | atsumu calls reader "doll" | 2.2k words

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𝐯𝐢𝐩 ◦ @takes1

It started simple, and frankly, you didn’t think anything of it in your innocent first year mind. Atsumu was a show off in general, so it certainly wasn’t geared towards you in particular. You never noticed the looks he gave you after a particularly good play by him in your first year.

Now, the summer training between first and second year, yeah that’s when you started to notice. The showboating reached a particular high that summer. You were just trying to be a good manager, encourage everyone on the team. You would happily cheer out “Nice, Osamu!” or “Nice receive, Aran!” but Atsumu was the only one who let it get to his head. He’d strut back to the serve line whenever you yelled “Atsumu, nice serve!” and be positively glowing when you said “Nice kill!” He had even tried to flirt with you a couple times, given at the time you had no idea he was flirting, you just thought he was being nice. But you knew better now, and you cursed your naivety for letting you get into this situation.

Atsumu was leaning against the wall next to you, practically whining at you, “C’mon, Doll. Y’know I can treat you better than that boring ass boyfriend you got.”

You rolled your eyes, “Who I date isn’t any of your business, Atsumu.” You pushed yourself off of the wall, walking back towards your classroom. You made a note to not leave your classroom for lunch anymore.

You knew the piss yellow blonde was following you before he even said anything, “I’m just looking out for my darlin’ manager is all. I promise, Doll.”

You spun on your heel, pointing your finger in his face, “If you call me Doll one more fucking time, I’m gonna tell Osamu and Kita that you’re harassing me,” you stood there for a beat, waiting for him to even try to say something.

He shoved his hands in his uniform pants pockets and said through a pout, “I’m just sayin’, you’re too good for him,” he smirked down at you, “Darlin’.”

You scoffed and gave your meanest manager glare back at him, “I’m not into overconfident men.” Before Atsumu could say something back, you were already stalking off down the hallway, steam practically coming out of your ears. He clicked his tongue in frustration and went back to his own classroom.

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That night, Atsumu laid awake on his bunk bed, thinking about how he could finally win you over. He’d had a crush on you since he met you in first year, and he’d been doing everything he could think of. He always played his hardest around you, he always complimented you, he had even protected you when guys would try to hit on you at tournaments! He thought it was going well until the beginning of this year when you started dating that chump on the baseball team. He wasn’t even good at his boring ass sport, he was a damn bench rider. He was waaay better than that guy. He was one of the best in the nation for crying out loud. Girls came to the Inarizaki games to see him play. He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes and groaned loud enough to get his twin’s attention.

“What is it now, you idiot?” Osamu said from the bottom bunk.

Atsumu sat up, and leaned over the edge of the bed, “Why doesn’t (Y/N) like me back?”

Osamu hummed in mock thought, “Probably because you’re an idiot.”

“Hey! Not funny, jackass!” He threw one of his pillows down at his brother’s face, “I’m being serious.”

Osamu pulled the pillow off of his face, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics. This had been a damn near nightly routine for a year now, “I don’t know, have you asked her.”

Atsumu’s face scrunched up in thought. He never asked, but you did say you didn’t like overconfident men earlier that day. Now that he thought about it, that guy you were dating was pretty widely regarded as a sweet, humble guy. Essentially, the exact opposite of how people would describe him. “Whatever, she’ll like me some day,” Atsumu grumbled.

“Uhuh. Good luck with that, ‘Tsumu.” Osamu stood up so he could smack him with the pillow that was previously used to assault him.

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Okay, maybe Atsumu was right. Not that he would treat you better than your boyfriend, but that you were too good for him. He was sweet when the two of you first started dating, but now he was being an insanely huge asshole.

Anytime he saw Atsumu talking to you, even if you had a sour look on your face the entire time, he would blow up and insist that you were entertaining it. He made you start sharing your location with him, and if he saw you went somewhere and didn’t tell him, it was an immediate phone call. He even demanded that you text him during practices, which made your life so much harder because you were supposed to be doing so many other things than texting your boyfriend. 

Not just Atsumu, but the entire team had noticed. Kita had pulled you aside after practice to ask you about it and you cried while venting to him. Coach had even yelled at you and told you to resign as manager if you were going to neglect your duties in favor of being on your phone. Overall, the situation was not good for anyone involved. A certain blonde was dead set on making your already shitty life into your own personal hell though.

Atsumu would glare at and basically shoulder check your boyfriend anytime the two of you were walking together, which happened frequently since your boyfriend insisted that he walk with you places since he couldn’t trust you to be alone. He would also make a point of asking pointless questions that he already knew the answer to everyday after practice while you waited for your boyfriend to walk you home.

It was all getting to be too, too much. Your grades were slipping because you couldn’t spend as much time studying due to your boyfriend wanting to see you, your friends didn’t want to hang out with you as much anymore because you would always, inevitably, get a phone call from him that would end in you crying and going home early, everyone in your club looked at you with pity due to your changed behavior that they all knew the cause of. 

All of the stress was piling up, and Atsumu leaning on the wall next to you to ask what time you all had to be on the bus tomorrow was your breaking point. “Do you think you’re fucking helping?” you snapped.

The blonde was taken aback. Sure, you had been stern with him in the past, you’ve even yelled at him before, but this was different. There was pure venom in your words, like you were a rattlesnake and Atsumu had been the one unfortunate enough to not hear the shaking of your tail. He gaped at you, “I just--”

You glared at him, mean, “Whatever you think you’re doing, you’re not. You’re making it all so much worse.” 

You felt boiling hot tears well up in your eyes when you felt a hand grip your arm and your heart sank, “(Y/N), I thought I told you not to talk to this guy anymore.”

You turned towards him, “I-I wasn’t trying to talk to him, he came up to me--”

“You don’t get t’ tell her who she can talk to,” Atsumu said in a voice you’ve only heard a few times, reserved only for disrespectful people on the court.

Your boyfriend scoffed and pulled your arm, “Babe, we’re leaving.”

As you were about to pitifully say okay, you felt another hand on your other arm, a much bigger and stronger hand, “Nah, you’re not tellin’ her what t’ do anymore.”

Your boyfriend let go of your arm, instead grabbing the collar of Atsumu’s maroon jacket, and smirked up at him smugly, “You have been harassing her for as long as the two of us have been together. She’s not interested in you, and never will be.”

Atsumu also let go of your arm, cocking an eyebrow at your boyfriend. You looked between the two of them like you were a rabbit watching two foxes fight over who was going to eat you, “Guys, you don’t need to fight.”

The blonde looked towards you, “(Y/N), go grab ‘Samu before I kill this fuckin’ guy.” You had turned to run back towards the club room before you saw the first punch make contact.

Everyone in the club room jumped when you threw the metal door open, causing it to hit the wall with a bang. Your voice wavered as you said, “O-Osamu… Atsumu is fighting.”

Osamu groaned, “Seriously?” before he got up to go with you to the front of the gym.

When the two of you arrived back at the scene, Atsumu was sitting on top of your boyfriend, fist reared back to hit him again. Osamu grabbed him from under the armpits before he could get that last hit in. Atsumu had a couple of scuffs on his cheek, but your boyfriend was much worse for wear. He was donning a bloody nose and a busted lip, handmade by Atsumu Miya.

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Safe to say, your boyfriend dumped you. Atsumu and Osamu had walked you home that night and as soon as you had gotten into your room and set down your bag, your phone was ringing. 

Your boyfriend screamed at you for what felt like hours, about how terrible you were to him, how you entertained Atsumu’s flirting, and how he regretted even trying to date you because he knew, deep down, that you were just some bitch whore for the boy’s volleyball team.

He said “We’re done,” and hung up the phone, leaving you to feel like you had just been shot in the chest. You crawled into your bed without washing your face, brushing your teeth, or even changing, and cried yourself to sleep.

When you woke up in the morning, you felt the effects of it. Your teeth felt rough and grimy from plaque, your skin was greasy, your eyes were crusty from slept in mascara, and your clothes were wrinkly, sticking to your skin from sweat. The whole time you were getting ready, trying to look put together, you would have to take breaks to sob. Eventually you decided to not bother with your hair, or your makeup. You changed into your spare uniform and made your way to school.

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School was a total and complete nightmare. You heard whispers about you as you walked to your classroom. People were saying cruel things about you, that you were too ugly to be with a guy as sweet as your ex, that you were a whore for cheating on him with Atsumu, or that you had been the one that was controlling the whole time. You wanted so badly to defend your name and tell everyone that none of that was true, but you knew it would just sound like excuses at this point. Your friends tried their best to defend you, and you appreciated it, but the damage had already been done to your heart. You knew everyone would forget about this in a week, so you just had to soldier through until everyone moved on to the next hottest piece of gossip.

During lunch, you silently sat and ate your lunch alone, until you heard the thud of someone sitting in the chair in front of you, “Hey, Doll.”

You kept staring down at your food and sighed, “Please, leave me alone, Atsumu.”

He laughed, “Why? You finally got rid of that bum. We should be celebratin’.”

You felt your blood boil at that. Sure, you were rid of your terrible, controlling ex-boyfriend, but you were still upset. Your ex said terrible things to you on the phone and now people not only in your class, but other classes were echoing the same things. You even heard a couple of girls say that they were going to beat you up after school to your ex, which he didn’t even discourage. You glared up at him, “Do you think you’re some fucking knight in shining armor? Saving me from my big bad boyfriend?”

He huffed, “No, but he was a sack of shit and I told you that from the beginnin’.” 

Tears started brimming in your eyes, “Can you please just leave me alone?”

Atsumu felt an ache in his chest. When he beat up your boyfriend, he didn’t mean it to reflect so badly on you. He had been mean mugging anyone he heard say anything bad about you all day. He hated seeing you so stressed out by your boyfriend, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up from the chair, staring down at the top of your head, “Even if you don’t wanna talk to me, Doll, the whole team is ‘ere for ya.” 

You said nothing in response.

Atsumu cursed to himself as he heard you begin to sob as he was walking out of the door. How would you ever like him when he’d hurt you like this?

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𝐯.𝐢.𝐩. ◦ @takes1

It’s funny how the world works. When you walked into your favorite cafe in Sendai, you didn’t expect to see him. You also didn’t expect him to look as good as he did. His hair that always had a slight curl to it was now much longer, touching his ears now, his new glasses fit his face shape much better now and gave him a much more put together appearance, not to mention he was muscular now.

As you waited for your mocha to be done, you contemplated talking to him. It has been well over two years, and it’s not like you two were on bad terms when you last talked; the two of you just loved tangoing over the lines of annoyance and fondness. 

“Mocha with an extra shot of espresso!” the barista called out, setting down your paper cup. You thanked them, drumming your fingers against the cup as you steeled your resolve. 

You leaned into Tsukishima’s line of sight, smiling, “I didn’t know you were allowed in places like this, Goliath.”

For just a second, he was taken aback, but in typical Tsukishima fashion he didn’t let himself be without a retort. He pretended as though he couldn’t see you, looking above your head, “Where did that sound come from?” He looked down, directly into your eyes, “Oh, that’s where that irritating sound came from.”

You both stopped for a second, just staring into each other’s eyes, taking the other in, then you both started laughing. You always found his laugh particularly beautiful. It was higher pitched than his normal voice, with a slight scratch to it. Even when he managed to cross the line between fun jabs and mean comments, his honey-sweet laugh softened the blow.

The chair screeched against the hardwood floor as you pulled it out to sit in front of him. He shut his laptop and propped his chin on his fist, “To what do I owe the pleasure, (Y/N)?”

You took a sip of your drink, “Pure coincidence, I fear.” You looked him up and down from your seat, you still couldn’t believe how different he looked, “What have you been up to, Tsukishima?”

He looked off, pretending that he didn’t want to drink in your appearance, “Well, Uni, of course, as well as the volleyball team. I recently started working at a museum though.”

You smiled, working at a museum was just so him. It made your heart ache, how despite not being in contact for multiple years, he was still the same high school boy you tried to one up every single day, “That’s exactly like you.”

You saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks, he always got embarrassed when you would point out things about him that you happened to notice, “How about you, finally doing anything interesting?”

That was always his go to jab, that you had such a boring life. You didn’t join a club in high school, instead choosing to have your own private hobbies. “Har har, Tsukki,” you took another sip of your mocha, toying with the cardboard sleeve, “I actually came here to work on my book.”

Your mind flooded back to second year, when Tsukishima happened to see you writing in your journal for the first time. You liked hand writing stories, ever since you were a kid. The genre and themes were always different; sometimes horror, other times coming of age, you even branched out into sci-fi for a time. That year you had grown a particular penchant for romance. Tsukishima grabbed your notebook from in front of you, and started reading it aloud. Your face burned in embarrassment. You got on your tiptoes, even jumping to try to grab it back, but he held it out of reach, continuing to read it. You eventually gave up, sitting in your seat with your face buried in your hands. You heard the journal be gently set on your desk. You looked up at Tsukishima, the tips of his ears pink, “You’re good at writing. You should keep doing it.”

Tsukishima looked at you, “Really, what’s this one about?”

You hummed in thought, remembering the books you said it was similar to when talking to your publisher, “Have you read Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishigo, or watched Good Will Hunting?”

He chucked, “You know I haven’t.”

You laughed too, whenever you brought up a specific book or movie and asked him if he’d seen it, it was always a no, “You’re right, I don’t know why I asked.”

The two of you talked for hours, neither of you doing any of the work you meant to get done. Neither of you really noticed the time passing, and it felt as though the two of you never stopped talking, just picking up where you left off two years ago. You both silently wished that you could stay like this forever, but Tsukishima, ever the practical one, just had to look at his watch. You say his eyes widen for a second, then looking at you, “You still have my number right?”

“Uhh, yea, why would I get rid of it?”

Tsukishima scrambled to pack his bag, “Okay, I’ll call you tonight.”

“Okay?”

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You had been home for probably two hours. Your eyes were strained from staring at your laptop screen, reading the same paragraphs over and over again. Whoever said “If you love your job, you’ll never work a day in your life,” was a liar. You pinched your nose bridge while you waited for your water to boil for pasta.

You heard your phone vibrate from the counter next to you. You picked it up, flashing the screen on to see who was calling. As soon as you saw the first three letters you answered, feeling the same warmth as you did when you first saw him at the cafe, “Hello?”

“Hey. What are you doing?”

You pressed the phone between your shoulder and ear as you poured the box of dried pasta into the pot, “Cooking dinner, why?”

“Ah okay.” You couldn’t see his face, but you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“You can come over, if you want to.” You prayed that he would, “Only if you bring a bottle of Chianti over though.”

He chuckled on the other end of the line, the sound making your body buzz, “Of course, send me your address.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

You grabbed your phone, quickly sending the blonde your address and unit number. This whole thing felt so surreal. When you woke up this morning you weren’t expecting this at all. Part of you wondered if the red string of fate was real and the two of you were meant to meet in that cafe today. You knew Tsukishima would say that that was ridiculous and it was just purely coincidence.

After about fifteen minutes, you heard a knock on your door. You walked down your hallway and looked through your peephole, seeing Tsukishima standing there, shifting from foot to foot and looking down the hall. You pulled your door chain lock off and opened the door, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

The two of you just stared at each other. This really was a turn of events. Neither of you expected to be having dinner with someone else, much less each other. You broke your gaze, pulling the door open wider, stepping to the side, “Come in, I’m almost done.”

“Right.” He stepped past you, holding the bottle of wine up for you, “Is this the right one? I don’t buy wine that often.” 

You grabbed the bottle from him, and snickered in your mind as you shook your head, “No… This is the wrong one.” You saw a look of “Oh shit,” wash over his face before you laughed, “I’m kidding, this is perfect.” Making your way back to the kitchen, you looked again at the label, noticing the brand, “This is actually more expensive than the one I usually buy.”

Tsukishima followed after you, “Do you prefer cheap wines?”

You sighed dramatically, “You know I’m a writer, right?”

He leaned against the counter behind you, “Well, guess it’s good that I’m here to spoil you then.”

Your cheeks got warm at that comment. Spoil you? He wanted to spoil you? Was he flirting with you? Not that you minded. Let’s just say your love of romance in second year wasn’t just because you were in those boy crazy teenage years. No, you were crazy for one particular boy back then. You plated the pasta, and handed it to him, “We can sit on the balcony, if that’s okay with you.”

Tsukishima nodded, “Yea, that sounds nice.”

The two of you walked out to your balcony, the cool breeze feeling nice after being in your sweltering kitchen. You looked at the small table between the two of you, noticing a distinct lack of wine, “Oh crap, let me go grab the wine.” You noticed his eyes linger on your legs as you stood up. 

You rifled through your cupboards for a second wine glass, not finding one. How sad were you that you never even bothered to buy a second wine glass for the possibility of guests? You sighed, relenting to your fate of being teased for drinking alone. You grabbed a tall water glass and your wine glass, walking back to the balcony.

And you were not ready for the sight in front of you, not that it was particularly notable to anyone besides you. Tsukishima was sitting in your balcony chair, arm propped on his knee, bent wrist supporting his chin. The lights of the city and the moon lit up his features. You shook your head, opening the door to the balcony, “Sorry, I don’t have a second wine glass.”

He smirked up at you as you poured wine into the water glass for him, “Not surprising that you don’t have guests.”

You sighed, shaking your head, “I fear you’re getting predictable, Tsukki.”

He took his glass from you, looking wistfully over the railing of your balcony, “You know you can call me Kei, right?”

You paused your own pouring. You could call him Kei? Sure you two talked throughout high school, but you hadn’t realized he viewed you as close enough for that. You resumed your pouring, “Right, Kei.”

The two of you ate in near silence, Kei making some remarks on how good the food was and how he never paired wine with his food. Eventually, the two of you finished eating and started just drinking the wine. It wasn’t long before you started feeling a bit of a buzz, and you were sure he was feeling it as well.

The conversation had taken a more playful and nostalgic turn as the two of you continued to drink. You went back and forth telling stories you remembered of each other from high school. Kei was leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide, and his head lolling back, looking towards you, “Do you remember that one guy in our third year class who was obsessed with you?”

You laughed, “Yea, you had to scare him off every single day.” 

He shrugged, taking a sip of his wine, “I don’t know how he never took the hint.”

You sighed, “Teenage boys can be like that,” the conversation went quiet for a pause, you chuckled, swirling your wine glass, “I think that was the only guy who ever had a crush on me in high school.”

Kei looked out over the balcony, “That’s not true.”

You scoffed, “Who else did?”

He looked towards you, his amber eyes intense, “I did.”

You choked on your wine, setting your glass down as you tried to compose yourself, “You what?”

He laughed, “God, you are dense,” he set his own glass down, “I had a crush on you since first year of high school.”

You groaned, your face in your hands, “Did you actually or are you fucking with me right now?”

Kei rolled his eyes, “I’m an asshole, but I’m not so much of an asshole that I would lie about that.”

You felt long slender fingers touch your own, pulling them away from your face. Kei was leaning down to make eye contact with you, “I think you liked me too.”

You blushed, averting your eyes. You were caught. You were enamored with him in high school. The witty banter, the care hidden below layers of nonchalance, the passion that bloomed like peonies in spring, everything that no one else noticed about him; you did. The small things that no one else could articulate about him made your heart swell with love for him. You gripped his fingers with your own, “I more than liked you.” 

You felt your arm be tugged forward, then you felt soft, thin lips against your own. This was everything you prayed for, for years, when you were in school. You would look at him as he gazed out the window of your classroom, acting as if whatever topic the teacher was talking about was below him, and imagine those pouted lips against your own. But this felt better than any of those fantasies. Your hands reached up to tangle in his hair, the blonde curls just as soft as you imagined they were. Kei’s hand pulled you impossibly deeper into the kiss by the nape of your neck.

Kei pulled back, his hand still on your neck, and while staring into your eyes and said, “We should go to your room.”

You nodded your head, a little kiss drunk, and pulled him by the hand to your bedroom. Kei was on you as soon as you crossed the threshold, his long fingers knotting into your hair, his glasses pressing uncomfortably into your nose, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you cared about was having the man you had pined over for years in your bed. He walked you back until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, the both of you toppling over due to the wine.

Kei was leaning over you on his elbows, his head dropping onto your collarbone as you both laughed. Kei gestured with his head upwards, “Scoot up, I wanna be on the bed too.” You both moved up until your head was on your satin pillowcases, the blonde was on his knees over you, “You have no idea how many times I thought about it.” 

You smirked up at him, “Show, don’t tell.” 

He laughed breathily, “God, I missed you.” The two of you started fumbling to remove each other’s clothing, squeezing in sloppy kisses on the other’s body whenever possible. 

When Kei was about to remove your pants, your face burned, “My panties are ugly.”

Kei squinted at you, his glasses having been long abandoned at this point, “I don’t think there’s anything I care about less right now.” He pulled your pants and underwear off in one swoop. He was kneeling between your legs, staring at you, almost in reverence, “Can I touch you?”

“Please,” you said breathily. 

That was all it took for Kei. In his left hand, he grabbed behind your knee and pushed it towards your chest. In his right hand, he ran his fingers up and down your slit. He leaned down to kiss your neck, whispering “You’re so wet already,” against your skin. When he finally inserted a finger you sighed gratefully, head thrown back.

Kei stared at you as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, not taking long to add a second. 

“Mmmhnn-- Kei, just-just like that.”

Kei smiled down at you, “Yea? Yea, you like that?”

You pressed your forearm against your eyes, “Mmmyes, please don’t stop.”

He brought his thumb up to swirl around your clit, feeling light headed at the sound of your moans beneath him. Your back arched off of your plush mattress, “Ooh my God-- Kei!”

He let out a tense breath, like he was trying to contain himself, “Cum on my fingers, baby.” 

That was the final push that you needed, the tightness in your stomach snapping, pussy pulsing around his fingers. You threw the arm that was covering your eyes down to your side, and when you did, you saw Kei sucking on his soaked fingers. He looked absolutely debauched, as though this was his final meal and he wanted to savor it.

Once he noticed you staring, he leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He pulled back the kiss, “Like how you taste?”

You sat up, smirking at him, “I think I’ll like how you taste better,” but just as you were about to grab his dick, he grabbed your wrist.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m gonna cum immediately if you touch me right now.” 

You giggled, kissing his neck, “You act like such a virgin.”

“Careful, (Y/N).” He pinned both of your legs to your chest with one hand, “Too much teasing, and I might decide to stop.”

You reached your hand around your thighs, spreading your soaked lips for him to see, “No, you won’t.”

He groaned at the right, “Fuck, you’re right. I wouldn’t stop if the damn building was on fire.” He slapped his cock against your pussy, once, twice, three times, and slid the head through your folds. Finally, when he felt like he was sufficiently lubed with your juices, he pushed his long, thick cock in.

The two of you moaned in sync, the feeling of finally having the other was cathartic. It was the same feeling as the loss of tension in your body when you finally make it back home after a long work trip. 

Kei’s thrusts were hard and fast, but not necessarily rough. It was just like him, seeming so intimidating and uninterested from the outside, but once you break down his walls and see him for who he really was, he was just a big softie who noticed every little thing about you. 

His head dropped down, his forehead resting against your legs, “(Y/N)... Mmmnn, I don’t think I can last much longer.”

You reached your hands up, one gripping at his shoulder, and the other at his hair, “That’s okay, it’s okay, I just want you, Kei.”

He groaned, “Especially when you talk like that…”

Kei’s thrusts started to stutter, rhythm being thrown off slightly. You knew he was about to cum, and you were goading him on. You moaned breathily about how good he felt, how badly you wanted him. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as he pulled out, rubbing his cock a few times before spilling on the underside of your thighs.

The two of you laid there, absolutely spent, for a few minutes. Kei was the first one to move, grabbing some tissues from your bedside to clean you off. 

When he was finished wiping off his spend, he laid down, and pulled you on top of him. You giggled at him, not expecting him to be such a cuddle bug, “That was really good, Kei.”

You felt him pout against your shoulder, “Yeah, and we could have been doing that for years if you were honest with me.”

“Hey! That’s not fair,” you squirmed in his grasp, trying to playfully smack him, “You could have told me too!”

He groaned sleepily, “Stop being so lively, just go to bed.” You stilled, and laughed breathily into his hair, deciding he was right and letting sleep take you into its loving arms.

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You awoke with a groan at the sound of Kei’s obnoxious ringtone. You leaned on your elbows, watching him answer his phone.

His voice was still rough with sleep, “Hello?”

You could vaguely hear Yamaguchi through the phone, something about “Are we still meeting up for breakfast today?”

Kei’s eye’s shot open, throwing the blanket off of himself, “Shit, right. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I’m so sorry.” 

He hung up the phone, threw it onto your bed, and dressed in a hurry. Just as he was about to rush through your door without saying anything to you, he kissed your forehead and said, “I’ll Doordash some breakfast for you.” Kei scrambled out of your bedroom, yelling “I’ll be back soon!” down your hallway.

You turned over onto your stomach, burying your face into your plush pillow, and just laughed. It was funny how the world worked.

𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬

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You put your head down on the wooden desktop, letting out a deep sigh. Exam season was coming up, and to put it in the least dramatic sense possible, you were stressed. Was there a little voice inside of your head screaming about how you needed to start studying yesterday and about how your biology exam was going to kick your ass? Yes, but it’s not like you’ve never survived exam season before. Surely, this one would be no different than any other exam season and you were perfectly fine.

A poke on your left shoulder knocked you out of your racing thoughts, and you turned your head to look at your friend and prized study partner. She had a look of worry painting her face, and you thought for a second about how bad she would be at poker, “Are you okay?”

You knew Yachi was like a cheetah, mainly in the sense that if she felt that you were anxious she would become twice as anxious for you. You smiled at her in an effort to calm her nerves, “Yeah, just a little tired from studying.”

The blonde girl laughed, “I feel the same way.” She took out her lunch box to start eating, “Speaking of studying, do you want to meet up after my club gets done and study together?”

You had honestly forgotten that Yachi got recruited by the volleyball team to be their manager. You would be busy at the same time she was, since you had plans to tutor someone in calculus right after school, so you nodded and said, “Yup, sounds like a plan.”

It was now after club activities, and you can’t lie, you’re beat. Your mom had pressured you into tutoring her friend’s son who also happens to go to Karasuno, and he had a much poorer understanding of integrals than your mom initially let on. You sighed, looking down at your phone as you tried to find a song to match your current mood, walking to the spot that Yachi told you to meet her at. 

Between your music being too loud in your headphones, you looking down at your phone and the boy about to run into you looking back at his friend to say something to his snarky comment, neither of you saw the other until you were both on the ground, his slender but much taller frame looming on top of your own. The both of you stayed in that compromising position for a moment, staring at each other. You watched in real time as his freckled face went from tan, to pink, and to cherry red. His eyes became the size of dinner plates. He scrambled to his feet, apologized and bolted towards his original destination.

You sat there on the ground for a moment, until Yachi’s shouting broke you out of your lovestruck haze. She was on her knees in front of you, looking over every inch of your body to see if you were injured, even going as far as pulling your eyelids open to see if you were concussed. She probably didn’t even realize how humorous her anxious antics were. You burst out laughing, causing her even more concern for your health. Between laughs you managed to wheeze out, “I’m okay, I’m okay.”

Once you calmed your laughter, you stood up and brushed off your uniform skirt. You looked down at your phone, and saw that the song playing when he ran into you was “Lovesong” by The Cure.

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You and Yachi had now been studying for half an hour and you just could not focus on the practice problems in front of you to save your life. You plopped your head down on the desk and groaned.

Yachi set down her pencil, “Do you need a break?”

You hummed out a pained, “mhmm” and picked up your head, “I feel like I’m going insane, Yachi.”

Your friend started scrolling through the notifications on her phone, “From studying so much?”

You chuckled dryly, “I wish.”

She looked at you confused, “What is it then?”

You put your face in your palms to hide your embarrassment, “I can’t stop thinking about that guy who ran into me while I was waiting for you.”

Yachi’s jaw went slack, “Yamaguchi?”

You slammed your hands down on the table, “You know him??” The blonde in front of you nodded, and you put your face back into your palms, “Yachi…”

You couldn’t see her face, but you could hear the intrigue in her voice, “Yea?”

Keeping your face in your palms, your voice came through muffled, “What’s he like?”

Yachi hummed in thought with her hand on her chin, “Well, he’s pretty smart I think, I mean, he is in Class 4. He’s really shy at first, but once he knows you’re safe he opens up quickly. Umm… what else?” the blonde scratched her head for a second, “Oh! He’s also super hard working! I consider him to be one of the hardest workers on the team besides Kageyama and Hinata, honestly.”

And that’s all that Yachi had to say. From the sounds of it, this boy was your picture perfect image of a boyfriend. Yachi might have done a little upselling since he was her friend as well, but you couldn’t imagine a better guy. He’s tall, he’s likely athletic if he’s on a volleyball team, he’s tan, has the cutest freckles ever, he’s shy, he’s smart, and he’s hardworking? Really, he’s the total package in your mind. You parted your fingers to peak at your friend through them, “Can you… Can you introduce the two of us?”

In a manner very unlike Yachi, she smiled slyly and said, “I think that can be arranged.”

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You wrung your hands for probably the upteenth time in just a fifteen minute period. You looked towards Yachi, wanting to ask to ask if your hair, makeup, and outfit was good, but you already asked six times and you were worried you would annoy her if you did.

Yachi giggled and patted you on the shoulder, “You look great, don’t stress.”

Your head snapped back towards her, silently seething. It was easy for her to say “don’t stress” when she wasn’t the one properly meeting the possible love of her life for the first time! You were about to say all of this when you noticed that she was looking a little pale and woozy. Yea, if you and Yachi were animals, she would be a cheetah and you would be her therapy dog that isn’t very good at its job.

“Yachi!” You turned your head and saw The Object of Your Affections, or who you now know as Yamaguchi Tadashi, waving towards the two of you as he and a tall, brooding blonde walked next to him.

Yachi waved back, “Hi, Yamaguchi!” She gestured her hands to you as if you were a prize car on a game show and introduced you, “I hope it’s okay if she joins us in studying today.”

The freckled boy smiled, his cheeks tinged a light pink, “Of course, the more the merrier.”

The four of you chatted for a little while longer, mainly just making small talk, and eventually continued walking towards the library. You ended up walking next to Yamaguchi, which you were positive was due to Yachi’s scheming. You would have to remember to repay her for this gift. The urge to say something was burning in your mind, but your mouth just wouldn’t move, the nerves were absolutely getting to you. ‘Stupid Brain! It’s just a boy! Given it’s a really cute, tall, smart boy, but Just A Boy! Snap out of it!’ you yelled to yourself in your head. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of your name from the aforementioned boy. He wasn’t looking at you, instead looking at something surely more interesting across the street, and fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. You could see the faintest hint of red on his cheeks as he said, “You’re the girl I ran into the other day, right?”

You nodded, flexing your fingers, “Yea… But honestly don’t worry about it at all, I’m perfectly okay!”

He let out a sigh of relief, “That’s good.” 

An awkward silence hung between the two of you after that exchange, ‘This is going terribly!’ your mind screamed at you, ‘Quick! Say something! Be witty! Cute! Something! Anything!’ 

“So besides volley--”

“What do you do for--”

The two of you made eye contact after interrupting each other and laughed. ‘Nice save,’ said your brain. After that moment that would seem meaningless to anyone besides the two of you, the conversation flowed much better. You helped him with English, making sure to lean in just a little too close when showing him something in a text he was supposed to be translating. You caught him a few times staring at you, instead of what you were trying to show him. By the end of the study session you felt like you had made Yachi proud and, hopefully, won over the boy of your dreams.

This suspicion was confirmed when Yamaguchi said your name, causing you to stop packing up your bag, “Would it be possible for me to get your number?”

Your face absolutely erupted, steam was practically coming out of your ears, “Um, um, yeah, let me just grab my phone.” You reached for your phone, but it slipped through your hands due to the sheer amount of sweat slicking your palms, and clattered loudly against the table top. You quickly squeaked out, “I’m sorry,” and handed him your phone so he could put his number into your contacts and you could text him to give him yours.

As the two boys left you and Yachi, Yamaguchi yelled your name, “I’ll text you!”

As you stood there, pink in the face, you said to Yachi, “I’ll buy all of your vending machine drinks for the rest of high school.”

🏐

That night, you laid in bed, wishing you could melt into your mattress and never come out. You picked up your phone for the one millionth time, looking to see if a notification from Yamaguchi had come through yet. To the shock of absolutely no one, there was nothing. Maybe he didn’t actually like you as much as you thought he did, and all of that was just him being nice. After all, he was in front of mostly his friends and he probably had a reputation to uphold as the sweet shy guy. You buried your face in your pillow, hoping that it suffocated you.

Just as you felt your throat tightening up, on the verge of tears, you felt a buzz from beside you. You quickly sat up and looked at the phone screen,

Yamaguchi:

“Do you wanna go to a cafe tomorrow? Around 1?”

You read the notification, two, three, four times, even shutting off the screen and turning it back on to make sure the text was real and not just a mirage your brain created due to severe delusional puppy love. Once you confirmed that the text was, in fact, real, a squeal ripped from your throat and you jumped out of your bed, jumping in the middle of your room, staring at the text message

The door to your bedroom slammed open, your dad standing there looking at you with wide eyes, “Are you okay?”

You ran up to your dad, squeezing him tight, “I’m more than okay! I’m going on a date tomorrow!”

Your dad pushed you back, holding you by the shoulder, “YOU’RE WHAT!?” and proceeded to ask you no less than one billion questions. Maybe he shouldn’t have been the first person you told.

🏐

You gripped the railing of the stands until your knuckles turned white. This was an insanely tense game between Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. Yamaguchi had told you about the newly formed rivalry between the two schools, and you were sweating nervously for the team. You perked up when you saw Coach… Ukai, you think, call Yamaguchi over to the bench. You knew what this meant, after all, you went to all of his games.

When Yamaguchi stepped up to the line to sub in for Hinata, you cupped your hands around your mouth and screamed, “You got this, Tadashi!!” You saw Yamaguchi and his upperclassmen laugh at your hollering.

As Yamaguchi got to his place behind the serve line, he heard a much quieter shout of “That’s my boyfriend!” from the stands. He put the ball to his chin and took a deep breath, his chest swelling with pride. He really couldn’t miss this one after that.

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A/N: This is actually so self indulgent for me, so I hope you guys enjoy and always remember that you are your own worst critic :)

p.s. this was not edited so if there's grammar or spelling errors... oops...

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

You thought Kageyama just wouldn't be able to relate to you at all so you kept it to yourself until he finally pressed you on it

Once you told him how you were feeling, he'd nod and tell you about when he has felt the same (that boy has autism)

He would also suggest doing something to either help you or take your mind off of it

He would probably something that doesn't sound very encouraging from an outside perspective, but if you know him you know how much it really means.

Kageyama was walking you home today since he had a rest day from practice. It was quiet as the two of you walked, only hearing the sound of cicadas while the sun set over the neighboring building. Usually, the quiet would be comforting, but it wasn't tonight. You were stewing on the grade you had gotten on your exam. You felt like you studied for so long, but still got a C.

The black haired boy looked at you, "What's wrong?"

You jumped as the silence was broken and shook your head once you processed his words, "Nothings wrong, I'm just in my head."

"Usually when you say you're in your head, that means that you're overthinking something, so what is it?"

You sighed, "I really don't think you would understand it, Kageyama."

He huffed, "Well how about you just tell me and we see?"

"Fine." You sighed again, "I didn't score well on my exam today even though I studied so hard for it, so I'm kind of upset about it."

Kageayam nodded, "That's perfectly relatable. I think everyone goes through that. I mean, during the training camp in Tokyo I couldn't get the set for Hinata right, so I actually know exactly how that feels."

You hummed, "Yea, I remember you telling me about that. I shouldn't have assumed that you've never felt that way. I guess I forget because of how talented you are."

Kageyama looked at you with an eyebrow raised, "I mean, I think the same thing about you when it comes to school. Studying is something that seems to come so naturally to you."

Silence feel between the two of you once again as you thought about what he said. You really weren't alone in what you were feeling, and you were being too harsh on yourself.

𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚

Hinata would be absolutely SHOCKED that would feel like that about yourself

Because in his mind you're so amazing at what you do

If you told him you felt like you weren't doing well in school his eyes would genuinely bulge out of his head and just yell "BUT YOU'RE THE SMARTEST PERSON I KNOW???"

Once he recovers from the shock he would say something comforting

"You're a hard worker so I know you'll work past this feeling"

He would also throw you the Hinata Signature Smile

It was lunch and you were helping Hinata study English since final exams were coming up soon, but you could tell that you weren't putting the same energy into it as you normally do.

Hinata also noticed, "Hey, are you doing okay? Normally you are... how do you say it... more excited to help me during lunch."

You signed and put your head on your desk, finally being called out, "I took an exam last period and I feel like I did awful on it."

Hinata shot out of his chair, causing a loud squeek, "Huh?? But you're the smartest person I know! I mean that's why I always go to your for school stuff!"

You picked you head back up from the desk, "I don't really..."

"I mean your brain is so... so big and you study a lot and you're really passionate about your studies!" He finally settled in his seat and puts him hand on his chin in thought, "Well, I know how great you are so, everything will be okay! You're so hard working and smart that you'll absolutely crush the next test!"

You laugh at him, "I guess you're right. Thank you, Hinata."

He beams at you, "Of course! I can't just let my tutor be depressed!"

𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

Tsukishima would probably tease you at first

But once he realized it was seriously bothering you, he would stop

He would probably just say something along the lines of "Well, you've been working really hard on this so I'm sure you'll succeed."

Then proceed to not look at you after saying that

Tsukishima seems so bad at comforting people from an outside perspective, but he just never doubts that you'll do well.

You and Tsukishima had just finished a really hard exam in class and you immediately put your head on your desk once your test was collected

Tsukki turned his head to you with his signature teasing smile, "Hm? Did Ms. Academic Weapon not do well on the exam?"

You groaned into your arms, "I can't deal with you teasing right now."

Tsukishima faced his whole body towards you upon hearing that, "Wait do you actually think you didn't do well?"

You pick your head up and sassily nod at him, "Um, yeah, Tsukki, I actually think I did pretty shitty on that exam."

"Okay, no reason to get all sassy with me. I'm sorry." He turns his body away from you, puts his headphones around his neck, and takes out his phone, "But I really don't understand why you think you did bad. I mean, you've been studying for it every time I've texted you for the last week, so I'm sure you did a lot better than you think you did."

You smile at him, "That's pretty high praise coming from you, Tsukki."

He put his headphones on his ears once he had a song picked out, "Yup, and don't expect anymore of it~"

You huffed at him, "Jerk."

𝐘𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢

When you share how you feel with Yachi, she listens very intently to your struggles

She would comfort you by saying something like "I'm sure you're the only one that thinks that about you! I think you always do amazing at everything you do!"

She would also offer to help you in any way she can

Whether that's helping you study or practice or just lend a listening ear whenever you're not feeling well

You were sitting in Yachi's room with her after school. She had wanted to watch a movie with you, but you really couldn't bring yourself to be excited about it. You of course loved hanging out with Yachi but after getting your exam back today, you couldn't help but let it affect your mood.

Yachi paused the movie and turn herself towards you on the couch, "What's wrong? Normally you'd be laughing waaay more at a movie like this and you would have way more commentary so I'm really worried about you."

You lay you head back on the couch and sigh, "Yea, I'm fine, I just got a bad exam grade back so I'm feeling bad for myself."

Yachi nodded, "Okay, tell me about it."

You looked up at the ceiling, "I mean, I studied everyday for almost two weeks for that exam, but I still got a C on it, so I'm really frustrated with myself. I just feel like I'm not doing well in school lately so I'm in the dumps about it."

Yachi looks at you perplexed, "Well, I can promise you that you're the only one who thinks you're not doing well. I mean, you can't do well one everything. I personally think you're wickedly smart!"

You laugh, "Thank you, Yachi." You smile at her, "I guess I'll just have to do good on the next."

"See! Exactly! And I'll be here to help you with it no matter what!"

𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢

Yamaguchi would comfort you in a similar way to Yachi.

But he would also share coping strategies that he himself uses, since he often feels a similar way

He's very good when it comes to actually saying comforting things compared to Tsukishima or Kageyama

"Hey, Yamaguchi, do you ever feel like you're falling behind everyone else?"

Yamaguchi laughed, "Yeah, only like all the time in the volleyball club. Why, what's up?"

You stopped eating your food, "Well, I kind of bombed the last exam, and I guess I just feel like I'm not doing as well as I should be given how much work I put in."

Yamaguchi nodded, "I feel that way all the time. But, whenever I do feel that way I try to remind myself of all of the things I've accomplished instead of lingering on the things I haven't accomplished yet."

You sigh, "Yea, that makes sense, but I guess it's just hard to remind myself."

He looked you in your eye and pointedly said your name, "You are genuinely one of the smartest person I know. You aced all of your finals last semester and you have a really good GPA. You help tutor people all of the time, and people wouldn't trust you with that if you didn't know what you were doing."

You look down at your feet and smile, "Yea, I guess I am pretty smart."

Yamaguchi laughs and smiles at you, "That's what I'm saying."

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