#Aone Takanobu

[cannniballcutie]

thinking about ur fav big nasty perv man who loves infiltrating his cute little gfs hyperfeminine aesthetic. but i’m also horny.

you love it when your boyfriend comes over. you love it when he leaves his shoes by your pastel pink door. you love it when he lays on your couch, the dust from his blue collar job leaving its home on his pants to settle onto your cushions. you love when he kisses you, ruining your carefully glossed lips, and making your breath smell like the nasty alcohol he was drinking before he paid you a visit, even though you brushed your teeth with bubblegum toothpaste so you could taste sweet for him. you love it when he uses his calloused hands to take one of your sweet throw pillows and put it under your knees, pausing to knead your soft thighs, digging his dirty fingernails into them and leaving small crescent moons. you love when he pushes you onto his hardening cock as he palms himself, and you feel him fondle the bow on the back of your head sweetly, noticing you wore one in his favorite color just for him. you love how he laughs when you try to unbuckle his heavy belt without damaging your carefully manicured nails. your soft pleas music to his ears. (of course he aids you by swiftly unbuckling himself and putting his belt around your perfumed neck, tangling your dainty jewelry as he secured it in two quick movements.) you love it when he lets you take him into your mouth as far as you can go before he helps you and pulls you further onto his cock with his belt. your carefully applied mascara running down your cheeks. which are flushed just the way he likes. you love it when he pulls you off of his dick before he finishes, leaning in to pull your delicate tank top down, accidentally breaking your favorite necklace, the one with his initial dangling from it (he apologized so sweetly) before he finishes on your chest. you love it when he picks you up and lays you on the couch, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of you while you lie there prettily, hoping that he’ll show his friends what a pretty mess you are for him. you love it when your boyfriend comes over, and you hope he comes back again soon, but not too soon, so you have time to make yourself pretty enough to be ruined.

thinking bout toji, sukuna, aone, könig, and ghost (=^･ω･^=)

also pls lemme know if u wanna hear smth else from me.. i’m all ears for my angels 🌬️

[teamatsumu]

gentle. (aone takanobu x reader)

summary: he’s not the same with you as he is with everyone else

word count: 1,399

warnings: swearing, but pretty fluffy otherwise, fem!reader, high school setting

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

this is written for @honeybleed’s Underrated Character event! I had so much fun writing this because it’s the perfect opportunity to give love to our blorbo aone (he deserves the world).

After Date Tech's loss to Seijoh at the Inter High preliminaries, you didn't know what exactly to do with yourself.

You had been managing the team since your first year. The previous manager hadn't really stayed to show you the ropes, and you had to learn everything from scratch. You had often felt lost and disoriented, and it felt like you were drowning as the novice team built themselves slowly but surely.

You truly felt that this time around, Date Tech's Iron Wall would be strong enough to get you all to Nationals. Now, not only did you have to stomach that loss, you had to deal with the fact that your precious third years were leaving.

You felt like you were drowning all over again, like you had back in your very first week with the team. Like you had no clue what to do. As you sat on the steps outside the volleyball gym on campus, you contemplated your next move. How the team would operate with Futakuchi as the new Captain. How you all had to somehow hone the talent in your inexperienced new setter, Koganegawa. It all seemed like too much work. How were you supposed to manage it all?

You nearly jumped out of your skin when something moved in your peripheral vision and you realized it was Aone, sitting on the steps next to you. When had he gotten here?

"You scared me!" You breathed, laughing a bit. It was almost comical how someone as huge and imposing as Aone could somehow make himself so invisible. But considering how quiet he was, it wasn't surprising to you.

Aone didn't react to your words, but his stare was intense on your face, eyeing you closely before he reached a finger out to poke at the skin under your eyes. Oh.

You felt your face heat a little at his touch, but you gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Aone. Just a little tired."

It seemed like he didn't believe you, the scowl between his eyebrows only deepening. You fidgeted a bit.

From your very first day managing Date Tech's volleyball club, you had had a soft spot for Aone Takanobu. He was, by all means, a scary looking dude. Taller than any boy you knew, and built like a brick wall. Despite his massive size, he was agile too, a very scary combination. Silver hair, a deep scowl that always seemed to twist his face (you later realized that he wasn't scowling, it was just the lack of eyebrows that made it appear so). It was no wonder people tiptoed around him.

But two years on the same team, spending every day together, meant that you knew Aone in ways that his audience did not. His personality was anything but scary. He was as docile as they came, and slowly but surely, you felt yourself drawn to his quiet disposition. In the storm that came with Futakuchi constantly butting heads with your third years, Aone was the silent bubble you found comfort in. He knew you inside out, and he was perceptive. Like right now, pointing out the dark circles under your eyes with an uncharacteristically gentle touch.

No wonder you had an embarrassing crush on him.

He kept an intense stare on you, his way of insisting there was something wrong. You shook your head again, sighing. You knew he wouldn't let this go. So you let yourself vent, letting out every dark and uncertain emotion inside you.

You ranted about everything that was plaguing your mind, body turned towards Aone but curled into yourself. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them to curl into yourself as you spoke, looking up at the boy next to you every now and then.

Aone did not interrupt. He never interrupted. He let you go on and on about how you didn't think Futakuchi was mature enough to lead a team, or how Koganegawa was nowhere near ready to stand on a court. All your doubts were spilled out into the air surrounding you, welcomed by Aone as he sat and listened to everything you had to say. His eyes did not leave you once, but he didn’t react in any other way.

"Sometimes I think you are the only thing holding the Iron Wall together." You gave him a little smile. "And I don't know how you do it."

When you finally finished, silence stretched between the two of you, as if everything around you was absorbing your words. You watched Aone, waiting for him to lean towards you and nod encouragingly, like he did whenever you had one of these ranting sessions.

"I do it because of you."

Your eyes widened, not expecting that he would speak. You knew Aone, and you knew he wasn’t a talker. He loathed having to voice anything because he felt like he didn’t have anything to say which wasn’t already understood. His voice was hoarse and deep, making your breath catch.

"Do what?" You asked, not understanding his words.

"You said I hold the Iron Wall together." He continued, and you basked in the sound of his voice. It was so rare for him to say anything. You wanted to savor it while it lasted.

"I do it because of you. I see how hard you work for this team. And it makes me work hard too. For you."

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, trying to catch up to his words and process them. You felt like your entire face was on fire, your breath stuttering. Aone did not look at you, instead staring at the ground before him. Your eyes caught his porcelain pale skin, eyeing how the back of his neck flushed red. The sight made you giddy.

"Aone…." You breathed, feeling truly speechless. Which wasn't like you at all. Between the two of you, you talked and Aone listened. For the first time, the roles were reversed.

Aone shifted a bit, still not looking at you. "Don't worry too much. You will figure it out like you always do. And I'll be here for you."

His sentences were simple. Yet to you, it felt like he was waxing poetic. You couldn't help your wide smile, shuffling closer to Aone and placing your head on his shoulder. You felt infinitely lighter, like all of what you were worried about didn’t matter at all when Aone was right there with you.

"Thank you." You whispered.

You felt Aone nudge at you gently, his way of saying 'you're welcome'. You let yourself bask in his touch, cheek pressed to his bicep, feeling how your heart pounded in your chest.

Multiple steps sounded on the ground, and then a sharp voice broke through the silence.

"You lovebirds done? Come on, let's get pork buns and then head home. I'm hungry!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes, pulling away from Aone to glare at Futakuchi, who was standing a few feet away while the team lingered behind him. They had all changed out of their sweaty practice clothes, bags slung over their shoulders and ready to leave. You saw Koganegawa peek at you from behind him, his mouth open comically wide.

"Eh? I didn't know our manager and Aone-san were dating!"

Before you could protest, Aone was lumbering onto his feet and grabbing your hand, pulling you up with him. His giant hand enveloped yours completely (you were giddy as you observed this fact), and he didn't let go as he walked past Futakuchi, who had an annoyingly smug grin on his face. You knew you wouldn't hear the end of this.

"Yeah, stay away from her, Kogane!" He called, being obnoxiously loud on purpose. He was definitely trying to goad you two, as was his nature. "You don't wanna know how pissy Aone gets when other guys flirt with her."

Your eyes widened, looking up at the boy in question. Aone pointedly looked away from you, but his grip on your hand tightened, and you could see the same blush creep up his neck and to his ears.

You grinned all the way to the convenience store, and then all the way home too, basking in the new information Futakuchi had spilled, as well as the tight grip Aone had on your hand.

He didn't let go even once.

[ridiculouslly-ridiculous]

Thinking about my oblivious beefy boyfie 😔

Various aged up! HQ characters x Fem! Reader

^^not a suggestion. I will NOT hesitate to block you if I see that you are a minor or an ageless blog. Put your age in your bio or consider yourself blocked. I blocked well over 20 ageless blogs last time I posted smut.

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize how fucking hung he is

Oblivious boyfie! whose cock you take so well every time he fucks you into oblivion

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize the only reason you take him so well is because he makes sure to properly eat you out and make you cum at least once before he drills his cock into you

Oblivious boyfie! who has only been with you and has fallen madly in love with you and your pussy

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize he’s above average size and girth until his friends see it while he was changing

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends have to break the news to him

Oblivious boyfie! who nonchalantly tells his friends that you, his pretty little girlfriend, takes it with such ease so he always thought he was average

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends get jealous of your boyfriend for many reasons: 1, his size; 2, that he has you

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends also feel their cocks twitch imagining you, their best friends sweet girlfriend, taking your boyfriends fat cock and imagining how well you could take theirs

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends now have to avoid you for a while

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends have no idea they could never fuck you the way your boyfriend can

Oblivious boyfie! who fucks you til you’ve at least cummed on his cock twice, and maybe squirted

Oblivious boyfie! who matches your drive, energy, and always knows the right things to say to have you creaming all over his cock

Oblivious boyfie! who might’ve been the only cock you’ve ever taken, but it’s the only one you can ever see yourself needing

Bokuto, Osamu, Daichi, Ushijima, Meian, Ukai, Aone, Asahi, Iwazumi, your beefy fave <3

Likes, replies, and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated <3

Like my work? Buy me a ko-fi

©️ ridiculouslly-ridiculous 2023; do not steal, modify,or repost my work

[sassycheesecake]

Haikyuu!! Headcannon #2

- Osamu Miya, KIYOOMI SAKUSA, Tobio Kageyama, KEI TSUKISHIMA, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Takanobu Aone, Kentarō Kyōtani, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shinsuke Kita

@wake-uptoreality @rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno

[angelshimaa]

━━ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 ;; 𝐀𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluffy fluffy fluff, reader calls aone "nobu", aone uses the petname "darling" bc i said so, aone is just so cute udbsismai

✧ a/n :: AONE IS SO VERY CUTE USSBJSNDJS IM SUCH A SIMP FOR HIM. this is based off of this post I saw !! this is also my very first piece for him and for the hq fandom in general so be NICE

aone takanobu who adores your “good luck” forehead kisses on the days of his games.

he loves the way you have to tiptoe for the gesture, but grows concerned at how often his height is an obstacle.

he's grown so accustomed to the little tradition that, when you're giving him words of encouragement before a game, he knows it's coming. in preparation, he lets his foot slide across the gym floor, so that he stands in a half split in front of you.

you look at aone's shortened self, and your laughter bubbles out of you. his cheeks go warm with colour at the sound— though he's unaware of the reason for laughter.

“you're so cute,” your hands cup each side of his cheeks and you press your lips against his forehead— a forehead free from its seemingly permanent creases. when you pull away, it's with a smile so sweet it's practically sugar.

“good luck, 'nobu.”

aone swears he can hear the hearts that come with your sentence. he stands normally again, and only then does he notice the eyes his teammates have on him. the blush deepens, but he doesn't let it affect him when he gives you a little smile.

“thank you, darling.”

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

[introloves]

not aone groaning abt how ur fingers comb thru his hair while eating u out just as if he were simply lying his head in ur lap after a long day @ work........cries (🐻‍❄️)

him not even bothering to lift his head from your sticky, wet thigh while he laps at your clit over and over. lips wrapping around your clit to suck and suck, bringing his fingers to pump in and out of you so slowly it makes you feel crazy, curling them upwards when you’re finally trembling after promising him he could have you for as long as he wants, because he’s nothing if not diligent when he has you like this.

and there’s maybe a little bit of him that wishes he could have you for a little longer, maybe that’s why he’s so slow when his thick, fat fingers push in and out of you- because he could perfectly take a nap while you shakily pull and soothe his hair back against his scalp. swollen lips pulling off your equally swollen clit to huff out a hot breath to the wet mess he’s made when your fingernails comb through his hair, petting him.

he’s usually quiet- but not when the fat of your thighs are muffling the lewd wetness his mouth makes.

happy, happy, happy- and you can see it too because his face is tired from work, but his fat cock is leaky and throbbing against the bed, and yet he chooses to close his eyes and press against your hand.

[dira333]

Lap Cat - Aone x Reader

Just a lil something I couldn't get out of my brain - 1,4k

Aone is a lap cat. 

You know the moment you meet him, even though you can’t point out what had given it away. 

It surely isn’t the way he keeps his voice to himself and uses his glares as a way of talking. Or the way he overestimated the weight of the door or underestimated his own strength and ripped your office door out of its handles on his first day.

He’d been the talk of the town for a whole month.

-

“Aone-san,” you called out at the end of the morning briefing. “Do you have a minute?”

He nods and follows you out and up the stairs into your office on the first level. 

You wonder what he thinks of you, in your nice business suit with the air-conditioned office. If he looks down on you like some of the other workers do because you’re one if not the youngest building designers in the company. You don’t think he does, but he’s hard to read.

“I’ve noticed you are very diligent in your work.” You explain to him. “And this part is very difficult to master. I’d love it if you could double-check the work, especially if you end up working on a different part. I don’t want to call anyone lazy, but I’ve been told that we’ve consistently had trouble keeping up with the plan for these structures and I want everything to be okay. I-”

“It’s okay.” As always, the deep timbre of his voice surprises you. You wish he’d talk more often. 

“Great. I’ll be here all day. And tomorrow too and the day after that as well. So you can come in whenever to let me know, okay?”

He nods, having used up all his words already. He leaves you shortly after, but not after an awkward pause where you try not to babble and he stares intently at the little pink bows adorning your stilettos.

-

You’re in the middle of unpacking your lunch Bento when there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Aone’s face is smeared with dirt. His clothes are stained too, but his hands are clean as they offer you a piece of paper.

You take it and inspect it. He’s made a checklist for the area you mentioned. Your heart lurches at this careful work. 

“Thank you!” You doubt your smile can express even half of your gratitude.

His ears are red. He’s probably gotten a sunburn from working outside all morning.

“Do you…” You hesitate. “Do you want to share lunch? It’s cooler in here and I wouldn’t mind.”

He looks at the pretty but uncomfortable chairs in front of your desk and back to his dirty, stained clothes.

“Don’t mind it.” You rush to say. “Please, sit. I will go and get something to drink from the machine outside.”

“Let me.” He says and you freeze, spellbound by his voice - again.

 -

Soon you find yourself spilling your thoughts over eggrolls, rice and two cans of sparkling water. 

You babble when you get nervous and he sure as hell makes you nervous.

“It’s so nice to have someone with me when I eat.” You tell him when he gets up, no doubt to leave for his work again. “I mean, I can eat alone, no problem, I do that at home too. I mean I have a kitten there, but he’s the quiet type. It just gets a little lonely around lunch when I have to work by myself all the time anyway. You probably don’t have that problem, because you’re so many workers all working together all day and then you have lunch break together too, but if you want to cool down for a bit, feel free to come up here for Lunch Break.”

“Thank you.” He interrupts your babbling, bowing so abruptly you’re left speechless - a rare occurence.

“Oh no, I have to thank you.” Now you’re bowing too and it’s only your colleague passing by that saves the two of you from bowing in turn until one gives up.

-

Kenji curls up on your lap that night as you tell him of your day. 

He’d been a stray, a tiny ball of fur and teeth, only slowly learning that you did not mean any harm. He’s not the best listener, occasionally digging his claws into your thighs as he either disagrees with you or does not care about your opinion. But he’s yours and you’d be even lonelier without him. 

-

You don’t see Aone for another week. Well, you spot him during morning briefings, a quiet presence at the back of the room, but you don’t come across him other than that until it’s Monday and you only find out that you’ve left your Lunch at home when it’s time to unpack it.

It’s pouring outside and you’re dressed for sunshine to the point that not even a borrowed umbrella will keep you warm or dry during the trek down to the Konbini and back again.

But going hungry is even worse.

You run into Aone right at the entrance, raindrops creating little patterns in the dirt on his face. 

He holds a can of sparkling water in one hand and a Bento Box in his other.

“Oh, Aone. Hello!” You smile up at him. “Are you taking your Lunch inside? Do you want to come up to my Office? I’ve turned my heater on, actually, because I run cold easily.”

He looks down at the Umbrella in your hand.

“Oh, I forgot my Lunch at home. I’ll just run down to the Konbini and get some, but feel free to go up and get warm.”

His eyes travel down to your feet, where your painted nails peek out of a new pair of high-heeled sandals. 

“What do you need?” He asks. “I am already wet.”

“Oh, I can’t.” He hands you the sparkling water. You take it, too surprised to refuse it. He takes your umbrella and hands you his Lunch.

“What do you need?” He repeats again. There’s something in his voice, at least that’s what it must be, that makes you open your mouth and answer.

He nods and turns to leave, leaving you behind with his Lunch and his drink.

-

There’s a blanket resting on one of the chairs. Aone is the only one who uses it, and drapes it over the chair to make sure he doesn’t get it dirty.

Aone is a lap cat. He wants to be asked, he wants to be offered. He does not ask himself. 

You get his phone number so you can text him every day, letting him know what you’ll be taking for Lunch. He never stands up an invitation. 

So you invite him to walk to the train station with you. He holds your umbrella, nodding along as you talk about your day. 

“Where do you live, Aone-san?” You ask, nibbling on the inside of your cheek as you debate if that question is too forward. You don’t even know his first name yet, even though you long to.

You almost miss his answer, too absorbed in the sound of his voice. He does not live far from you.

“Are you taking the train as well? We could sit together.” His face changes into something that looks like disappointment. 

“But we don’t have to!” You try to mend whatever mess you’ve just created.

“I have practice.”

“Practice?”

“Volleyball.”

“Ooooh! Can I come watch?”

The faintest blush covers his cheeks at your question. You’ve never seen it before, but you could get addicted to that sight.

“They would think you are my girlfriend.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Your face burns as you realize what you’ve just divulged.

“I don’t mean- I wouldn’t ever pressure- You don’t have to feel-”

Aone interrupts your blabbering, but not with words. He stretches out his incredibly long arm, offers his hand to you in a wordless answer.

You take it, your heart beating so loud you fear he can hear it. 

-

Aone is a lap cat. 

Just like Kenji he craves your touch, your presence, being near you whenever he can. 

But quite unlike Kenji, he does not mind when you roll over in your sleep and kick your leg into his shins. He does not dig his fingernails into your skin - and if he does, he does it lovingly.

He’s as much a quiet presence in your home as your cat, making lazy Sunday Mornings so much sweeter.

[revasserium]

men who, when you try to pull your hand away from them, frown and pause and hold on tighter, pulling you in till you're bumping into their side, and when you blink up at them, asking what's wrong -- they just say, "don't let go."

and then much, much later, "i don't like it when you try to let go."

KAGEYAMA, aone, ushijima?, TSUKKI, sae, nagi, RIN

[cestcirque]

The quickest Dateko doodle bc I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the tiny LINE stamps ⤵️

[neddtar]

Dateko Log2 Moniwa Kaname is my Emotional Support Haikyuu Boy

[spooky-bunnys]

hiiii uh can i like req aone with m reader that loves to get head pats like just them being wholesome and cute while aone is taking a break so they're being lovey-dovey on one of the benches in the gym and his teammates being like jealous and supportive too? thank you!!(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I apologize for the shortness. I had no literal idea on how to write this. Enjoy!

(Name) smiled brightly handing his boyfriend, his water bottle and a towel. Getting a loving head pat is return. Making his smile brighter.

The other members watching in envy. "I still can't believe (Name) choose Aone of all people." The other members nodded. "I mean he barely doesn't talk! What's so amazing about him...."

(Name) sat beside Aone and leaned his head against his shoulder. "So you were right about that math equation." "..." "Yeah! Sensei said he didn't even realize he had written it wrong."

Aone nodded. "So how was your classes like today?" "..." "Really? Another project? Man. I feel bad for your class. It's like you guys are always doing a project. Oh! Maybe I can help which subject?" "..." "Oh I don't know if I'd be able to help then. Science isn't my strong suit."

Aone patted (Name)'s head again. The smaller male leaned up trying to get more pats. Aone smiled softly and gave more pats. If (Name) had a tail it'd be wagging so fast right now.

The other players cringed at the brightness from the couple. The two were always like this. They watched (Name) pull out some papers. Homework they were guessing.

"Oh! So since your better at English then I am I was hoping, you'd be able to help me study before the test tomorrow." "..." "Really? Thank you!" (Name) hugged Aone tightly. Aone wrapped an arm around (Name)'s waist before pointing at the paper.

The coaches across the gym just chuckled shaking their heads. "They're at it again aren't they?" They looked at the players who were watching Aone with jealous eyes. "They support him, but are jealous at the same time. That's something." The assistant coach laughed and nodded. "Sure is."

[starrypansies]

i have come to the conclusion that this is my type

blonde & white haired characters >>>>>>>

[keitea]

taking photos with him at a photobooth <3 normally he wears a scowl/poker face, but for you he'll pull funny faces 🤭 maybe he'll even sneak a kiss on your cheek, just to see your cute, flustered face ><

tsukki ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ (not projecting, but with all due respect i love him), suna, ushijima, aone, kageyama, hoshiumi, kyoutani <3

[a/n: i finally posted something LOL i've been wanting to get back into writing after a hiatus !! plus valentines' day is coming 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 don't have a date so i'm stuck with anime boys heheheheh]

[h4mmiee]

just finished sending out my sticker club envelopes today !! got some leftover aone and sunafox stickers available if anyone wants to snag one :] https://hamgogi.com/

[dira333]

Crossing balconies - Aone x reader

for my Follower Celebration - requested by @fuzztacular

A/N: does anyone notice that I love Aone?

About an hour ago Aone had been sure what he had adopted was a cat and not a shapeshifting Ninja. 

He’d only been gone for a quick shower and Nyan, the little Calico he had found out in the streets last week, had been napping in the sun when he closed the door after him.

Now, however, Nyan was nowhere to be found. 

Aone waved the little bell around that Nyan usually loved to play with but she didn’t come running.

He laid flat on his belly and peered in every corner, but no eyes were glinting back at him.

It took him an embarrassingly long time to put two and two together and realize that she must have climbed through the half-open window onto the balcony and from there, he didn’t know…

Aone stepped outside and looked down. His apartment was on the fifth floor and even though he had heard that cats always landed on their feet, he didn’t want to think about Nyan falling from this height.

He heard a soft mewing and turned, hoping to see her hide between the plants he could barely keep alive. Nothing.

His eyes moved over the balcony next to him. There was a cute little pink chair with a matching table and a few flower pots with healthy-looking plants. That was no surprise.

Aone had met his next-door neighbor the day he moved in.

You’d been so sweet, knocking on his door with a plate full of cookies and a friendly smile and he’d been so flustered by your sight and the little dusting of flour on your cheeks that he couldn’t bring his lips to move. He’d gripped the doorframe so hard you had noticed and excused yourself, “not wanting to keep him up if he was tired from moving”.

Aone hadn’t been tired. Just awkward, like always.

After that, he’d only been able to nod at you in passing, his tongue in a knot the moment he thought he’d seen the swish of your hair or caught a whiff of your flowery perfume. 

In a way, you reminded him of Hinata.

Beaming like the sun whenever you meet someone, and never tiring of treating everyone and everything with kindness.

If only you’d been as daring as Hinata when it came to talking to him. 

Aone had always done better with friends who were more forward than he was.

-

Another sound pulls him from his thoughts and he takes a step forward, realizing that the door leading to your balcony is open. Nyan has likely taken that route.

This is bad. This is very bad.

Sure, it’s not worse than Nyan falling off the balcony, but what if you’re allergic to cats? What if Nyan scared you? A fear of cats is a real thing, he’s read about it once in school.

What if you thought he couldn’t take care of a cat?

Aone hasn’t exactly proven himself worthy of having Nyan today, so he can’t blame you for that.

With shaking knees and a knot in his tongue, he stalks through his apartment and out the door, knocking on yours with a bit too much force.

“Coming!” He hears from inside, giving him just barely enough time to steel himself before the door opens.

“Oh, Aone-kun! Hi!” You smile, and he manages a grunt, trying to untangle his tongue.

“Cat.” He finally gets out.

“Oh, is it yours?” You blink innocently. “I didn’t know you had a cat.”

“Last week.” Aone presses through his teeth. “Found her on the street.”

“Oh really? How sad!” You clutch a hand to your chest, the movement pulling down your sleeve. His eyes flit to the colors adorning your arm. Is it a bruise? No, he realizes, it’s a tattoo.

“This was my first.” You explain and pull your sleeve up further to reveal it. “I really like Octopuses.” 

He blinks, not daring to stretch out his arm and touch your arm.

Somehow, just in that little moment, his impression of you has shifted. 

You’re not some unreachable goddess, but real, like him.

It’s that thought that unravels the knot in his tongue.

“Her name’s Nyan.” Aone says, eyes still locked on your arm. “Because she mews a lot. She talks a lot.”

You laugh. “I noticed. Do you like that?”

“Yes.” He admits eyes on the floor now. “I like to listen.”

“Come in.” You open the door wider. “I don’t mind Nyan coming over for a visit, but I’m sure you’re already missing her.”

Aone nods, unable to form words yet again when he realizes he’s in your apartment.

His eyes dart around, to the plates in the open cupboard you once used to bring him cookies, to the plants on the shelves that seem to wink at him, and the cardigan over the chair that he’s seen you wear at least twice this month.

“It looks like you.” He says because he’s been taught to compliment when shown an apartment.

You laugh, the silver twinkle of it running down his back.

From somewhere behind you, Nyan mews loudly and you gesture for him to follow you.

“She got into my bedroom, don’t mind the mess…” 

Aone follows you through the doorway, heat rising to his cheeks when he sees your unmade bed, your pajama a heap on the middle of the mattress.

It feels indecent to stand so close to you in such a private place and he doesn’t want to know how red his face is right now, his eyes darting around in the search for Nyan.

He finds her, to his horror, in a little woven basket next to your nightstand. The basket must have been filled with yarn before, balls of wool in different colors covering the floor around it now.

“Nyan.” His voice is low but stern and he gingerly takes the few steps necessary to come to her side.

His cat, troublemaker that he now knows her to be, stops in her madness and looks up at him like she’s never done anything wrong in her life.

He picks her up as carefully as he can, strands of wool still hanging from her claws. As he holds her up to his chest, the strands of wool hang around her almost like tentacles and before he can stop himself, he presents his cat to you with one single, stupid word: “Octopus?”

For a second, you stare at him wordlessly. Then, you press a hand against your mouth, but your laugh splutters out like water from a pressure washer.

You’re belly laughing now and he can’t look at you, knows his face is as red as Nekoma’s Volleyball Jerseys. He picks the wool from Nyan’s claws, the cat curling into a purring ball in his left arm. Aone drops to his knees, collects the wool on the floor with one hand and puts it into the basket while you’re still laughing, although it’s growing into more of a giggle now.

“Aone-kun…” 

He doesn’t look back at you until he’s sure all the wool is back in the basket and he’s standing again.

Your eyes are still gleaming with amusement and even knowing that it’s at his expense, it just makes you more beautiful.

“I am very sorry.” He presses through his teeth. “It will not happen again.”

“That’s a shame.” 

He freezes, your words rolling through his brain like bowling bones in search for cones to hit.

“Your cat is very sweet. Just like her owner.” You step forward and scratch Nyan behind her left ear, your hand dangerously close to his thundering heart.

“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to stay a bit longer. With Nyan or without her. I could order dinner.” You add on, your voice growing more timid at the end.

He’s doing it again. Staring at you until you’re ready to flee, unable to open his mouth.

Nyan’s sharp claws dig into his arm, pulling him out of his head just long enough to speak.

“I eat a lot.” Aone says and wants to slap a hand to his forehead. What?

You smile. “That’s good. I like ordering a lot.”

Nyan mews loudly, calling for attention and Aone feels like his cat has decided for him.

-

Months later:

Somewhere in the distance, Nyan mews loudly, calling for her breakfast.

Aone’s head is buried in your hair, arms wrapped around you. It’s Sunday, the one day he gets to sleep in.

“Nyan’s hungry.” You mumble, sleep slurring your words.

“Can wait.” He mutters against your skin, drawing you a little closer.

He’s falling asleep again when the bed dips behind him. He’s got not even a second to prepare himself before the full weight of Nyan, the most spoiled cat in the world, lands on his back.

Nyan mews loudly and once more when Aone pulls back from you, knowing he’ll get no rest before the bowl is filled.

When he slips back into bed five minutes later, you’re already dead asleep again, not even noticing that he pulls you back into his arms.

His cat might be a troublemaker sometimes, but she has very good taste in women.

[watmels]

Been wanting to do this challenge since it came out and it’s been about a year since I’ve drawn HQ fanart.. so what better time than now?! 🤓❤️ pls enjoy this chaotic montage