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"How can we go back to being friends, when we just shared a bed?"

It hurts, hurts like never before. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe you admit it now. A spur of the moment, an intoxicated mistake. A mistake. Is that how he sees it?

He hasn't been acknowledging you, not after that. Delivered messages, no midnight calls, no subtle looks, no inside jokes. Nothing. Were all those moments only worth one night?

"How can you look at me and pretend"

He's walking towards you, a stoic expression like you've always seen. How he was before. How he was before.. But that wasn't how he looked at you that night, nothing was stoic with his tender touches and serene look. Maybe he'll soften once he sees you, sees the person he grasped with such care and.. maybe love?

You dare not show it, not when you're unsure. Unsure of where you stand with him, unsure of his feelings. Unsure if he feels the same. But even when you've hardened your expression, the eyes could never lie. A thousand feelings, fear, adoration, confusion, hurt.

You're getting closer. Within a few steps, you can see him more clearly than ever.

"Please don't be someone else." Your thoughts linger, hoping, desperate. "Don't just leave me like dust."

"I'm someone you've never met?"

He walks right past.

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teasing hinata is a team sport too 😜

all credits to the artist @skyellux on ig & tumblr

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— "So how exactly did you lose?" Irritated was the word that least describes how he currently feels, the fresh smell of mom's bento meal suddenly seemed too sour to eat, akin to his current mood.

"That subject was like, your specialty." Said a certain orange-haired boy, as if adding fuel to the fire.

Despite his irritated demeanor, even he was shocked by his own defeat at this quiz bee held just a few hours ago, in his own classroom, where he studied harder than everyone, and retained all the memory he needed to win that contest.

So how, exactly, did he lose?

A warm feeling flutters in the pit of his stomach, going all the way to his heart, to his lungs, and he suddenly remembers.

As if his consciousness was brought back to the past, exactly at the moment those eyes stared at him with utmost seriousness, and dedication to win. Holding their pen tight, ready to answer any question with a speed of a lightning.

And at first, he found it ridiculous to see the determination in you to win, even when it's guaranteed that he will have the final laugh.

But as time passed, he found himself mindblank, observing the way your eyes light up when you get a point, and how you smile— more of a smirk, really — at him as if to threaten his confidence.

It didn't, it just made his heart race.

And the last question drew close, he found himself losing more and more points to you despite his long nights of reviews and flash cards, instantly giving you the upper hand until you both met at a tie.

Final question, first to write the correct answer wins the game, he swore he could see the way you stretched to prepare. And in a flash, all he heard was yours and your friends' cheer, indicating you as the triumph.

But that wasn't the reason for his sour behavior. Instead, it lightened him up deep inside, much to his internal protest.

The bento meal was no longer sour to his taste, but warm and tasty, all while feeling excited. Looking forward to the next class? You bet he is. But he will not admit that, even when he knows he can trust his teammates and friends, and he's forced to hide that smile in devouring the last of his meal.

Because he knew he was doomed the moment he slowed down his writing and willingly lost himself to you.

- Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Akaashi Keiji, Kita Shinsuke, Bakugo Katsuki, Tenya Iida, Midoriya Izuku

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— You look back on all your previous conversations.

Reminiscing the times when he's the first to say he loves you, to say he misses you, to constantly chat you because he likes talking to you all the time as if a few minutes of your absence would kill him immediately.

You know to yourself your relationship has been rocky these past few months, arguments here and there and with you frequently telling him how you feel unloved and asking for reassurance. Maybe that was what drove him away.

Maybe that was what caused him to slowly disconnect from you, the longer you two last, the lesser the efforts become. Until now, when he barely tells you he loves you except when he's going to bed, he only says he misses you too when you say it first, he can't think of what to do on your upcoming monthsary and he doesn't try to think of one because he prefers to be at home.

Maybe it was because of the most recent fight you guys had, the worst one yet. Where he claims you need to lessen your affection because he prefers bickering and joking like friends, when all you want to do is to show him how much you value him and love him each day. Perhaps you were at fault too, because you were overly sweet to him with the reason that you wanted to eliminate any overthinking of his by reassuring him each day.

Afterwards, despite having made up with him expressing that he didn't mean it and you expressing how badly you were hurt, the effect on you stayed, and you detached yourself too, realizing you no longer bothered him with sweet nothings and affections all that much. And it led you to the present, when you slowly realize that maybe it was only you who was doing all those things.

He didn't bother you like you bother him, he didn't send you long messages expressing love like you do almost every single day, he doesn't send "I love you" everytime you were to do something for a while, or ask for calls all that much, or for you to come over because he longs for you. He responded, never initiated.

After all, he only ever says you're the only girl he loves and that he still does love you when you ask him during your nights of overthinking. He only tells you he sees you in his future when you ask. In person, you feel loved, but during the times you are apart, you feel neglected. And you are the only one who notices all these while he continues with his life.

So does he still love you truly?

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— "Why are you awake at this hour?" was the first sentence you've heard that day. Well, technically it counts as one if it's past 12mn, and a quick look at the clock on the wall confirms your thought.

"Because I can." You simply say.

"But why here?"

"Because I can." You answer once more. He chuckles, walking over to you. He faces the vending machine and gazes over the snacks, looking for his preferred drink as he continues speaking to you. "Beside the vending machine?"

"It's a comfortable spot." That wasn't true, your bottom has been aching for the past hour or so you've been there. You simply lied to lessen the embarrassment of being found in an awkward place, switch in hand. He knows this too, judging by his look.

You sigh, "They kicked me out because I was apparently "smashing my buttons too loud that it kept them up when I should be sleeping with them." He laughs even more, you roll your eyes at him.

"They do have a point." "Yeah, yeah. I'm here now anyway, atleast I'm having fun." No, no you were not. He picks up the snack from the bottom of the machine, before locking eyes with you as he stands straight.

"Well, I know you're going to ache tomorrow if you keep sitting like that. Go to sleep, I'll walk you to your room." He offers a hand to you, and you happily take it as you feel blood rushing back to your legs after sitting cross-legged on the floor.

In silence, you walk together towards your room, where you're sure the others are sleeping soundly to even be awakened by your return. "Why are you up at 3am, anyway?" You ask him, turning your head to look at him.

God, he looks good, too good. You can't even believe how someone as heavenly walks on Earth. He looks ethereal, a divine god in and out of court. Your thoughts are running when he stares back, noticing your long gaze for a while, and you snap out of your trance realizing he was talking the entire time.

"Ah, alright. I see." You simply comment, looking back onto the hallway in front of you as he blinks, he asked you a question?

You reach your room, after a seemingly long walk (both of you were just walking too slow than usual), and you face and bow to him as a thank you. "Thanks for walking me, I should go in now." "Give me your switch first, so I know you'll sleep."

You grumble, but tired enough to not protest and give it to him instead. "Will I have it back?"

"You will, tomorrow when you're rested." He says, and you nod. You think he'd leave immediately, but he didn't.

Instead, he leaves a quick peck on your forehead. "Goodnight." He walks off before you could reply, and you didn't. Too flustered and sleepy, you went in. He on the otherhand, smiled. He should be nervous because you might never talk to him again, but with the way you looked at him that night after the training camp, he knows you feel the same way.

After all, there is no lie in the words and actions of someone who lacks sleep.

— Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Suna Rintarou, Kageyama Tobio, Semi Eita, Kuroo Tetsuro, Lev Haiba, Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keiji

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"You might be wondering why you're listening to a tape from a guy you've never met before.

The answer is simple: you have to. There is no choice. If you're her lover, boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, it doesn't matter. You have to listen.

If you're playing with her feelings, you might as well quit now. Leave, tell her she doesn't mean anything to you, and go. You'll save her the pain, the time, and the memories. But if you think you truly love her, then you vow to listen until the end, and live after.

She and I met in highschool, a freshman who had only transferred from a different place, looking for new friends, environment, and a peaceful life. Ever since she walked into that cold, half-full room, my eyes had been on her and her alone.

I made sure to be friends with her, be the best company she could ever have, and be the safe space in times she needs it most. It wasn't long until we confessed and kissed and started dating.

From then on, we shared countless memories, graduated together, lived in an apartment near the university she goes to. Life is good, I knew who she is— from appearance to the very depth of her soul.

So if you're willing to stick around for her, I'll give you ten rules you have to follow:

1. Always keep the light on for her

- When you leave a room she's about to enter, always leave it on for her. She finds it disrespectful, as if it was disregarding her presence and the importance of her. It was often the root of her mood swings and our arguments, so in order to avoid that, make sure to never close the light.

2. Keep the snacks in a height she can reach

- I know that sometimes we like to tease her and put it in places far from her reach for fun, but if you do it in a bad time, it will not go well. Don't hide her favorite food or drinks from her, she will find a way to turn the prank back on you and make you feel guilty. Beware.

3. Let her listen to her favourite songs in the car

- Let her bang her head, sing as loud and off-key as she wants, play it on repeat for hours until your ears go deaf from the same tune. It's one of her favourite things to do, and if you love her, you'll be content with the smile on her face and the happiness she radiates.

4. Make sure to hear her side during misunderstandings

- See, this is something you should do with her or with someone else. Whenever you fight, let her speak her own perspective, oftentimes she does not understand things the way you do. Always be open-minded and patient when it comes to her.

5. Kiss her goodmorning, kiss her goodnight

- Part of her routine is to shower you with love, so always make sure to reciprocate. When you wake up first, kiss her goodmorning, when you sleep last, kiss her goodnight. Love her the way she loves you.

6. Remember the smallest things about her

- Whether it's her favorite food, drink, or even the side she likes to sleep on in bed. Make sure to write any information you learn about her, put it in your notes or a journal, and make sure to remember. Remembering is love, remembering is caring for her in the most normal yet wholesome way.

7. Show her how much you love her

- No matter how long it has been since you started loving one another, always find a way to show her your love in the most youthful way possible. Rekindle that love, strengthen it. I promise you, she will love you deeper than anyone ever has.

8. Never hurt her

- No matter how hard things get, never hurt her verbally, physically, emotionally, and mentally on purpose. Always be mindful of everything you say, because she loves you, and she will never do that to you.

9. Be truthful, be honest

- Even with your feelings, always show how much you love her, or the kind of emotions you feel at the moment. Never be afraid to speak your mind, it will strengthen your relationship.

10. And lastly, never leave her side

- Remind her you're there, you're there to walk with her through every step of the way. Show her you'll stay even through the darkest times, make sure to fulfill the one thing I never did.

I'll be honest with you, she might have chosen you because of me. A personality, a piece of me shining in you, it will hurt for a while knowing she loved you because of me, because she could never love anyone the way she did with me. I can say the same, but not in the same circumstance.

If I loved her so much, and if she does too, why am I talking to you? I'm giving you these rules because it's what I did, it's what I know she loves to see, hear, and feel. She loves to love, and I love her.

Give her the world, make sure to make her smile the same way I did, and the same way I will never do. Because the truth is, my time is ticking.

Sooner than later, I will be in the hospital, and soon I will die. I can feel it, the doctor said it. But she can never know this.

All she will think is about how I left her for someone else, how I disappeared. I already managed to promise everyone around her that they will say I am simply living my life, fulfilling my dreams without her. When in fact I am no longer living, and my dream is fulfilled because my dream is her.

So, before I end this tape, I'll remind you to follow the rules one more time. Love her, remember her, and stay with her. If you already agree with the rules before I laid them out then good for you, you're the man she needs. But if not, then keep them in mind, every second of the day.

If this reaches you, it is because a friend lent them to you, with a promise to never let her know, it will be our secret. If you hear this, it is because I am gone. So my final wish and will, is to leave her in good hands, and in good heart.

Love her today, tomorrow, and the years to come. Never let a tear fall down her eye because of you.

"Hey babe, I think the cab is here! Hurry before we lose the reservation!"

I'm coming, love."

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There's something about the way you watched the dancefloor.

A soft tune of "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran in the background, the host announcing the start of the slowdance, all while encouraging everyone to find a partner for the dance. The crowd cheers, yet no one dances.

You turn to him, watching his movements, hoping, waiting for him to stand and ask you. Yet when he locks gazes with you, he shakes his head. But tonight is a special night, a night after graduation where most people will leave, a night to make memories before parting ways, it's special.

You frown, mildly upset. Your friends tap and encourage you to dance with him, but you could only shake your own head. Like they always do, they ask why, even calling out his name to dance with you— but then again, you both refuse. The dancefloor remains empty until finally, a friend of yours, along with her partner, walks to the dancefloor.

Your stomach churns, mildly upset that he didn't take you to the dancefloor. He already had during that one performance when everyone was doing so, why can't he do it now? Maybe he's just shy, you keep telling yourself to understand.

Can't he for once cherish the moment with you, put you first and ignore what others will say? Does he need to be asked to before initiating? Your mind races as you watch the lone couple dancing, all eyes on them and how they only matter to eachother, as if there was no one but them. He can't see you, his back turned to you as he fiddles with his phone. Maybe he's thinking of you like how you think of him right now.

Oh how you wish he could be as bold to love you loudly, to live in the moment and just dance. But for now, you could only watch, and wonder why he won't do the same.

- Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Asahi Azumane

(based on my experience and dedicated to me bc he didn't dance me during the slowdance ;( also feel free to suggest more characs)

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mattsun and makki both give you their second buttons (together) on graduation day and you think it's a joke but it's rly rly not

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The panic rises with every ring of the call that goes unanswered.

Tears swell in the corner of your eyes as you avoid your reflection, your back is to the mirror in your small bathroom. The tears fall as the call connects and the deep voice answers with your name.

“Everything okay?” Asahi asks over the background noise of his office.

“N-No.” Your voice shakes with guilt for interrupting him and everything else you’re feeling. “I need your help.”

He’s instantly alert. “What happened? Are you alright? I’m saving my work now, just tell me where you are. Are you safe?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m safe.” You chance a glance at the floor, at the fallen locks of hair. “I’m at home a-and there’s no emergency. Everything’s fine,” you start to cry, losing composure, “So-Sorry for bothering you.” 

“Don’t hang up!” he insists, knowing you too well as you were about to pull the phone away. “I’m shutting down my computer now.”

“No, you don’t have to leave work for this.” Your eyes close, tears fall in shame.

“Yes, I do. I shouldn’t be working this late anyway and you’re more important than it to begin with.” There’s hurried steps, background noise as he leaves. “Just tell me what happened?”

“I just…” You sniffle, “I had a low moment today…I was feeling bad about myself…It seems stupid now…but I cut my hair.”

“By yourself?” he asks without mirth or mockery; night sounds of the city echo around him.

“Yeah.” Embarrassment churns your voice, emphasizing your crying. “I-It looks really bad Asahi.”

“That’s okay. We can fix it. I promise. Okay?” He’s starting to huff, running to the nearest station.

You sniffle again. “Okay.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

Still avoiding your reflection you rummage through your sparse pantry scrounging up a cup of noodles and whatever other small snacks you have so you can offer him something for dinner.

Relief floods your system when he knocks.

You rush to the door too eager to see the tall teddy bear to remember to cover the disaster that hangs around your face.

The shock on his face reminds you and you burst into tears.

He drops his things by the door and gently ushers you to the bathroom, keeping your back to the mirror as he evaluates the situation and listens to the feelings streaming out of you in a rush.

Still listening to you, he brings in a chair and starts to take care of you. Fussing with a comb, your brush. Snipping and asking simple questions, encouraging you to talk until the words–and your tears–dry up.

His patience seems endless. His presence is comforting.

Sooner than you expect he steps back with a satisfied nod. “There. I think that’s better.” He catches your fearful gaze and softly asks “do you want to see?”

You nod, feeling the difference in how your hair rustles against your head, and slowly stand up.

When you turn and face your reflection you start crying again.

Asahi instantly panics. “Oh no! I’m so sorry!” He reaches for you but pulls back, eyes wide in stress. “I shouldn’t have been so confident! I should’ve looked up styles or techniques or somethi–”

The force of your hug, your body thudding against his, knocks the air out of him and he stands there in shock for a moment before he hears what you’re mumbling against him.

“Thank you. Thank you so much Asahi.”

He gulps, arms cautiously wrapping around you. “You…You like it?”

Still crying against his chest you nod. “Y-Yeah.” You look up at him with a teary grin. “It looks so good.”

He sags with relief and tightly hugs you back. “Thank goodness.” He rests his cheek on the top of your head and mumbles “I’m so glad.”

“Me, too,” you mumble back. “I love it.”

His heart’s already soaring and, when you squeeze him just a little bit tighter and mumble something else, he feels like he could take flight.

“I love you.”

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— He had always expected you to be snarky, sarcastic, and somewhat arrogant. From the moment you entered the gym with that relaxed expression, eyes carefully scanning the events happening across the court, he knew you would be a pain in the ass. Much like Tsukishima who either caught their interest (Kuroo, Bokuto), or annoyed the hell out of them (Kageyama).

A returning manager in Karasuno wasn't exactly the "new member" he had in mind, with Hinata's very detailed description of being good with "pows" and "wham!", and the "sunshine" vibes you apparently radiate, the first thing that came to his mind was a new team player to strengthen the evolving team.

He had to admit, you were pretty. Maybe it wasn't the intimidating aura you reek of that caught his attention, maybe it was the thump of his chest and your whole being that mesmerized him.

Even the other teams shared the same opinion as him. Kiyoko was one serious person they respected, but they felt the energy that you'd put anyone who badmouths your team straight to their grave, all they felt was fear.

He kept looking at you throughout practice matches, much to his dislike. The way you carefully watched the team as they did their warm-ups, all while occasionally looking across the room, locking eyes with him.

It wasn't until Kuroo took the opportunity to walk up to you, interested to know about you like how he was interested to know Tsukishima. Striking up a conversation isn't really his forte (at least, not with someone scary), so he simply watched. And with that, your demeanor changed.

Instead of scowling like they expected, you smiled. A bright, friendly smile stretched across your face as you engaged in a conversation with Nekoma's captain. Fiddling with your hands as you politely answered his questions he himself had been dying to know, he realized you weren't trying to intimidate them, you were just shy.

Hinata was right, you did radiate like sunshine.

And as the evening comes to an end, you'd found yourself talking to others as well, getting along with the other managers and becoming closer with the other members. He's promised to himself to talk to you, atleast once until the Tokyo Training Camp ends, before he loses the opportunity to know you more.

— Akaashi Keiji, Kenma Kozume, Yaku Morisuke

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third year first years……

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Just imagining being in a small stadium full of other parents and classmates and families to watch your son’s first inter-high volleyball match. And you keep grinning seeing your boy down there doing practice serves in the center court, a bold white 7 on the back of his black Inarizaki Jersey.

He keeps looking up in the stands at you, chewing on his lower lip as he eyes the empty space next to you in the stand. You give him a reassuring look as you mouth “He’ll be here!” To him.

Your little boy - 15 years old but always your little boy - comes up to serve at the same time as your husband nearly eats shit coming from a flat run to an abrupt halt next to you. He’s inhaling gulps of air as he lays a hand on your shoulder.

“Did I miss it??? Did they start???”

You laugh and brush his wind-mussed blonde hair away from his forehead. “No, he’s up to practice serve now.” He didn’t even change out of his MSBY uniform, he must have left straight from his own game in Osaka to be here.

Atsumu looks down at his son, who looks damn near like a ghost of him at 15 in this same court, and gives a wide grin before cupping his hands around his mouth and calling.

“OI MIYA!!!”

Your son’s dark head snaps over from where he was taking his position, he sees his dad next to you. The one he was so worried wouldn’t make it to see his first competition, and gives a matching grin before throwing a peace sign up at him.

You think you’ll remember Atsumu’s chuckle and proud look for the rest of your life.

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daichi: so, what brought you two here. in my house. at *glances at the clock* four in the morning?

hinata: i just hate how he takes things so seriously

daichi: i see and what about you?

kageyama: a car

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Haikyuu S1 screenshot redraw doodle dump! (part 1)

These were so fun to make. I'll upload more.

I do this thing where I screenshot quite literally everything in this, which is both very useful and fun - and a bit creepy cause my screenshot gallery has like a thousand screenshots of volleyball dudes, but I'm having a hell of a good time for sure.

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senpai 🌸

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