#Shimizu Kiyoko x reader

[19calicos]

tea for two – kiyoko shimizu ༉‧₊˚.

they're sure that their newest artist-in-residence doesn't remember who they are. she, on the other hand, came to their teahouse just to see her muse.

status: in development, coming soon

content: teahouse owner! yn x artist-in-residence! kiyoko, gn reader with theythem pronouns, slowburn, timeskip, high school reunion but kiyokoyn are not on the same page

warnings: language, usage of weed + cigs + alc, kys/kms/die jokes, yn was raised in a wealthy traditional family but is now estranged from them, mentions of parental disappointment, angst + fluff

tags are added as story progresses, please check cw on individual chapters!

( 𖤐 ) denotes written portions.

meet: insomniac central + cult of kiyoko

see: crescent teahouse

table of contents:

0 ⋮ just a phone call

1 ⋮ speak of the devil

2 ⋮ tba

taglist: open! (11/50)

send an ask/reply to join. pls double check your visibility settings!

divider by @/plutism :-)

[offbrandkyoya]

HOW TO GET A LOVER - kageyama tobio x reader

summary: kageyama has a crush on you and tries to win your heart with the help of his friends

pairing: kageyama tobio x reader

genre/tags: smau, high school, love at first sight? miscommunication, hard pinning, comedy, volleyball talk

warning: swearing, kys jokes, nsfw jokes

taglist: open!

note: this doesn’t follow the hq timeline

profiles

[1] freaky kageyama

[2] no name no game

[3] step 1: name

[4] cookie and milk

[5] milk chan irl

[6] date?

[7] abort mission

[8] like

[9] still step 1

[10] wait a minute

[11] secret

[12] falling for you

[13] as friends

[14] yogurt feed

[15] waste

[16] hit tweet

[17] amazing

[18] chat

[19] manifestation

[20] shoyo rescue

[21] milk chan

[22] step 2: interests

[23] oomf stage

[24] tutor

[25] yogurt chan

[26] oomf gang

[27] jellyama

[28] ice rizz

[29] steps further

more to be added…

[akaakeis]

going on a drive with them -- multi .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing(s) : bokuto kōtarō, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō, sakusa kiyoomi, and kiyoko shimizu x gn!reader (separate!!)

wc : ~200 each .ᐟ

notes//cw : happy 300 posts !! this is me brain dumping bc i haven't posted any writing lately,, food is mentioned in suna's and kuroo's,, they are the ones driving in this hc- let me know if u want a ver. w the reader driving!,, i think that's it tho!! lmk if i missed anything <3

𖥔  oh gosh... a car ride with kōtarō bokuto is never dull.

𖥔  he loves randomly taking you out for drives!!

𖥔  he's gonna keep a hand on you AT ALL TIMES!! like he'll either have it on your leg or you'll both be resting your arms on the compartment between the seats, holding hands.

𖥔  he will BEG you to take the aux cause he loves your music taste <3

𖥔  if he knows the song well enough he will sing along as you two drive!!

𖥔  not simply singing along though...

𖥔  he will lock in and shout out those lyrics, eventually getting you to sing along with him

𖥔  he probably took you out for the drive a bit before the sunset... yes he planned that!! but akaashi suggested the time LMAO

𖥔  when the sun starts to set, you guys drive into an empty area by the side of the road, and you guys get out of the car

𖥔  and he'll get you both up on the roof of the car!! he brought blankets and stuff too

𖥔  the two of you just sit on the roof of the car and watch the sunset together, all huddled up in the blankets he brought <33

𖥔  on the drive back home, you play softer music and yap about your days together :)

𖥔  it's not a drive with tetsurō kuroo unless it's a late night!!

𖥔  he would be trying to fall asleep but fail miserably, resorting to just waking you up 😭

𖥔  "wanna go drive thru somewhere?"

𖥔  you, in a half-awake state mutter an agreement, getting out of bed and into the car

𖥔  he'll hold your hand as you guys drive and you take the aux out of habit

𖥔  it's safe to say you guys end up having a full on karaoke session in the car once you wake up a bit more!!

𖥔  you guys drive through some random 24hr drive thru and pull into the (extremely empty, desolate even) parking lot to eat your food

𖥔  the two of you end up chilling in the car for the rest of the night!! you use your phone and pull up a show the two of you have been watching and you prop it up on the dash of the car LMAOO

𖥔  so the night turns into a binge watching of some tv series accompanied by a drive thru and some karaoke!!

𖥔  "oh my god we have morning classes tomorrow."

𖥔  yeah maybe it wasn't the best idea BUT AT LEAST IT WAS A LOT OF FUN!!

𖥔  you both end up speeding home and knocking out asap in an attempt to get some rest before pounding your head with information right when you wake up

𖥔  yeah... rintarō suna only takes you on late night drives too.

𖥔  he would randomly start spam texting you in the middle of the night saying "let's go to (some 24 hour drive thru)"

𖥔  and you were still awake so why not?

𖥔  he has a DEATHGRIP on having the aux... in the car, don't expect to get the aux unless he's converted you into a severe underground music glazer.

𖥔  he'll be playing the most unknown songs to mankind... but they're honestly pretty good!!

𖥔 it's a pretty chill car ride, honestly

𖥔  you'll be leaning over on his shoulder and just vibing out w the music

𖥔  he'd be telling you about the song and the artist too :))

𖥔  when you're done with that car ride you will have like... 5 new music artists that you like

𖥔  anyway you guys go through the drive thru pretty quick and you head straight home!!

𖥔  once ygs get home you go to his room and continue listening to his playlist and chat while you eat your food <3

𖥔  it ends up becoming a gossip session LMAO

𖥔  ALSO!! you guys pull an all nighter together

𖥔  kiyoomi sakusa took you out for a drive because you weren't able to sleep <3

𖥔  he thought that going for a drive would help to calm your nerves and make you sleepy

𖥔  honestly he was right because he's a really good driver... the ride wasn't bumpy at all!!

𖥔  he holds onto your hand as you guys drive and he lets you use the aux- you opt for calmer music so that he enjoys it too :)

𖥔  he also tells you about his day since he knows you like the sound of his voice

𖥔  just random yapping so that you get to listen to him talk... his voice is so soothing!!!

𖥔  did i mention when he's holding onto your hand he's running his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand

𖥔  he doesn't notice at first when you fall asleep but when he does? he shuts up and and finds himself smiling at how cute you look when you're asleep

𖥔  he drives back home and carries you into the house, putting you into bed before crawling in after you

𖥔  it was a super duper peaceful night <33

𖥔  kiyoko shimizu had a plan before taking you out for a drive!!

𖥔  she didn't tell you anything and was purposely vague about where you would both be going <3

𖥔  LITTLE DID YOU KNOW!!! THE AURORA BOREALIS WAS GOING TO BE VISIBLE THAT NIGHT!!!

𖥔  she took you out for the drive when the sun was setting, and you guys were aimlessly driving around for about an hour while listening to music on the radio <3

𖥔  you guys got to chat a lot during the drive, and for the entirety of that time, she had one of your hands pulled onto her lap as she drove!! <3

𖥔  when the lights were finally showing up in the sky you guys were in a very rural area, just so that you could see it better

𖥔  the two of you sat on the hood of the car and watch the lights until they went away <3

𖥔  and!!! you guys were cuddled up and sharing a blanket that she always keeps in the back seat of her car for you :)

𖥔  you took a bunch of pictures of the lights- mostly her, but also a couple of the lights-

𖥔  while you guys were watching the lights, you ended up talking about your plans for the future and how she was a part of them <3

𖥔  it was a very soft night for you guys!!

notes :: 

okay i kept giggling while i wrote this 

i love hcs because you dont have to expand on them its just what it is

happy 300 posts!! (im not even at 100 followers yet BYE IM A SPAM POSTER!! I CANT HELP IT!!)

if you enjoyed this, please consider checking out my masterlist!

and following maybe 😋 

btw requests are always welcome!! id love to write stuff for you guys <3

have a lovely morning/afternoon/night!!

🏷️ :: @bokukos + @iiwaijime <3 (i just realized i messed up your user... sorry alina!! 😭)

[milaisreading]

What if Kageyama twin!Yn had Wahtsapp:

Iwaizumi: Oikawa has been going through it since he lost against Karasuno. Ignore him.

Oikawa: Give me Tobio's number! We are settling who the better setter is off the court

Oikawa: By the way, I am free this Friday for a dinner date

Sugawara: Remember to wash your hands! We can't have you get sick

Hoshiumi: Just so you know, if you ever intend to step on me, I won't mind

Hoshiumi: I can bark, by the way

Sakusa: If you haven't noticed it yet, you can always wear heels around me. That's a plus, right?

Atsumu: Date me, please! Please! Please! Please!

Kiyoko: Want to go shopping this weekend?

Osamu: Let's have lunch together.

Nishinoya: Can you please be our cheerleader?! I will literally bark for you to say yes!

Tobio: Sis, give me back my phone charger!

(Let me know if u want a pr2)

[eggyrocks]

INKED-S. KIYOKO SMAU

yn owns a tattoo shop, one right across the street from the local florist, where sometimes she can see the pretty owner pass by the windows

divider credits to plutism

main m.list

status: discontinued

tags: kiyoko x fem!reader, fluff, tattoo shop owner x flower shop owner

warnings: language, alcohol use, previous toxic relationships, angst at points, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

taglist: closed

minors dni & other rules

playlist!

yn aesthetic | kiyoko aesthetic

introductions: tattooers | florists

teaser!

part one: ur mom

part two: cybercigilism

part three: hr department

part four: i ❤️ kiko

part five: pomegranate

part six: scheming

part seven: macklemore one love

part eight: irresponsible decisions

part nine: breakfast

part ten: coming soon

moodboard by @causenessus <3

[kamisama1kiss]

I just watched the Haikyuu movie Dumster Battle, and omg!! It was SOOO good😭😭🙏 I nearly jumped out of my seat so many times when at the cinema

HAIKYUU REQUESTS/ASKS PLS 😭🙏 ME BEG

[solzscribblez]

chapter two: boom boom shrimp off balance masterlist

more:

kuroo and bokuto hosted a party once and just forgot to invite anyone but the volleyball team

the girls only drank two bottles of wine between the three of them lmfao yachi and yn are just hoarders

oikawa is mildly twitter and tiktok famous for genuinely no reason (its bc hes hot)

when yn complimented iwaizumi he just blue screened a little bit and defaulted to what he does when oikawa makes a bad joke. he didnt really hit her that hard he just bro punched her. (yikes)

taglist: @punkhazardlaw @milliondollagirl @diorsz @theycallmenanamisgirl @xxblackroses623xx

@bakugouswh0r3 @jaynawayna @elliott0o0 @spicana @nbcvs

@beckxisxinxlovexwithxjin @dazqa @bambinos22 @toomanygoldfish @mfcherry

@honeycrispappletree @cherrypieyourface @itsdragonius @lilchubbyyy @kuroosmikasavolleyball

@lees-chaotic-brain @viscoolreal @reignsaway

send an ask to be added to the taglist <3

[hunnymisworld]

How Haikyuu Characters would respond to you:

When you ask them for help in making the homework.

SFW | Fluff | Crack | Short AU

[READ ME FIRST]

C O N T E X T: You are a 1st year transfer student in Karasuno and you've already adjusted to your new environment as well as the new people you met whom you made friends with. You were having a hard time with a homework and decided to ask for help in your fellow classmates/seniors.

DAICHI SAWAMURA

A P P R O A C H A B L E yet he is kinda intimidating because everybody knows he's the volleyball captain.

He'll show a small smile when you tap his shoulder to call his attention. "Hey y/n, how can i help you?"

Would offer to teach you the homework with every d e t a i l so you would understand. (He doesn't mind if you ask multiple times about the same thing)

A PATIENT MAN (and understanding too)

"Don't hesitate to ask for help anytime okay?"

He sees you as a younger sibling and finds it cute when you ask him for help.

BIG BROTHER ENERGY (best senpai fr)

Kinda serious when he teaches you the lesson, he's eager for you to learn.

Would ask you follow-up questions to make sure you really understood.

The type to even stay-up-late with you when you ask for a tutor in the upcoming exam ( FOR FREE?!?!? - yes. )

Gives you his phone number cause he does not use social media that much. In case you needed any help with academics or whatsoever.

YOU ACED THE HOMEWORK!

YU NISHINOYA & RYUNOSUKE TANAKA

You can easily find them near the vending machine playing rock-paper-scissors to know who's going to pay for who's snack/drink. (tough battle - Who do you think pays most of the time? You can leave a comment.)

"Stop messing around noya! A junior is here to ask something"

"Ow! Did you really have to hit me- **gets hit again** Oh- Hi Y/n how can your seniors help you?"

Would gladly help you and buy you snacks too!

They lead you where they usually hang out during free time and scan what your homework is about.

"Here, can i see?" Nishinoya offered to look at the homework first and you handed him your noteook.

Ryu was beside him, he was also trying to see what your homework is about.

Scan....scan... Read.... Read...

"What is this? Did we even learn this way back? Do you remember any of this ryu?"

"GIve me that! Stupid-ass. That's what you get for cutting classes. Good for you that you were able to be a senior" (Yes, ryu just snatched your notebook from noya)

BRO WAS OFFENDED

"HEY! That was- fine! It's true. Why would i argue with an even dumber person like you"

You were literally just standing there while they bicker like 🧍‍♀️ T.T (poor y/n getting flustered - wondering how to react)

"Can you stop Noya, let me handle this. SHHHH i can't focus"

Noya really said 😧😑🙂 (bro was GAGGED)

After a while.... yes they indeed remembered the lesson and eventually stopped bickering.

They summerized the lesson for you and explained the concept of the lesson. You were then able to answer all the questions which they checked.

"There all done!" Noya happily said while Ryu was having his moment being the best senpai ever.

"Easy peasy" "Lemon squeezy"

You were relieved and thanked them after. You also offered to get them ice cream next time you bump into each other to thank them for helping you (Literally ATE UP your free time from all that bickering T.T nevertheless, you were grateful)

2 MISTAKES! NOT BAD!! (You got 4 thumbs up from them both and they congratulated you)

SUGAWARA KOSHI

He would be the one to approach you since he noticed you were having a hard time since the morning recess. Brows furrowed while you were scanning your note book.

"Hey Y/n! How are you? I noticed you were having a hard time since the morning. Do you need help?"

You were on the verge of crying for being frustrated at not understanding the lesson. He noticed it and patted your back as he smiled at you warmly.

A COMFORT PERSON FR (he's such a sunshine)

Makes you calm down first so that you'd be able to clear your mind for you to understand the lesson completely.

"How are you feeling? Do you feel calm now? Don't worry, anything can be learned. Don't pressure yourself too much, you just have to give yourself enough time to learn it okay? Let yourself be a beginner too."

You smile warmly at his words. He seems to always know what to say to make a person calm down.

He explained the concept to you as simple as he can and gave you an outline of the lesson so that you have a guide.

He bought you your comfort food to help calm your nerves and walked you back to your classroom cause he was worried.

"Just approach me if you need tutoring okay? Your mental health matters, don't be too hard on yourself. Don't doubt yourself and your capabilities, you are an amazing person who is also capable of making mistakes. You're human too."

You hugged him as you felt how sincere he was and he patted your back.

YOU ACED IT YEY!! (our soft-hearted y/n awww)

KIYOKO SHIMIZU

IS YOUR BESTFRIEND!! (sees you as her little sibling)

Left her notebooks on your desk with a cute note saying:

" Don't be upset, you'll get it i promise you. Here are my notes from 1st year and it's concept is described there in the simplest form. I know you'll be able to understand it when you read it. If you have any questions just text me, i'm arranging the boys' volleyball team practice match with Nekoma right now so i was not able to hand it to you personally. Take care xoxo!

PS: let me know if you want to watch the match, i'll get you a ticket"

SHE IS THE SWEETEST

You understood her notes pretty easily as she said on her note

You texted her and said thank you for the notes and offered to buy her snacks when she's not busy anymore.

She replied with:

" You're welcome 🩷. Sure!!"

She's the best sister fr.

KEI TSUKISHIMA

Will turn his back on you as you approach him T.T

"No. I know what you're going to ask for"

Damn :((

As you walk out of the classrom to ask others who can help you with the homework, he secretly puts his notebook in your bag for you to have a guide for the homework.

"dumb-ahh."

Yes, he left a note and stick in inside his notebook saying:

"Everything is here. You better not text or annoy me. Study on your own. I need my notebook back by tomorrow"

You were surprised and touched that he knows how to show he cares.

OFC YOU ACED IT!!

SHOYO HINATA & TOBIO KAGEYAMA

Before you even have the chance to ask them, THEY WILL ASK FOR YOUR HELP FIRST T.T

They don't understand the lesson either

"Hey y/n, do you understand the lesson? Can you help us?"

BOTH OF THEM LOOKING AT YOU SO HELPLESS AND SHOYO IS ABOUT TO CRY T.T (poor baby)

You looked at them shocked and said "I'm surprised and flattered that you think that I understood the topic but I ALSO DON'T KNOW T.T"

You and HInata cried while Kageyama left you both to ask for help (don't worry he intends to teach you the concept of the lesson to after he learned it from someone who can help)

You ended up having a mini group study with them and Kageyama was able to explain the concept sucessfully.

"Woah Kageyama, i have this much respect for you now. Didn't know you had this side in you" the orange haired guy said.

"Shut up, i'll never set for you again if you manage to fail this homework"

ALL OF YOU ACED IT!!

E N D

Note: You can comment for other character request.

[renalord]

༅ pairing: (seperately) suna, matsukawa, bokuto, iwaizumi, atsumu, tanaka, kiyoko, saeko, yachi x fem term!reader

༅ synopsis: they react to your ig post for the first time.

༅ warnings: fem terms used (as stated in pairings), cursing, mention of a gun, mention of death, spit in atsumu's, they love you.

༅ authors note: this was inspired by the lovely @/fuckytown! their work is great, go check them out! inspired by their "first impressions" post. also im back from my indefinitely long hiatus and this was my first post.. i cringed so hard.

© 2023 all rights belong to renalord on tumblr. thank you for reading. i hope you had a great time. reblogs are always appreciated.

[aboutkiyoomi]

001. kenma domination | antipathy

hobroes

roomies who do shroomies

: kenma did in fact sulk in his room for a whole day and a half while throwing shots at yn indirectly. he also watched your entire gaming series on youtube.

: hinata had to lure him out of his room with a solo movie night watching wreck it ralph. it worked but then he went back into his room and sulked some more.

******

taglist: (i fear it wasn't working)

notes : this chapter was extra fun to write. smau's r fun to write in general. i also updated the formatting of the prologue and profiles. some new info was added, so check those out if you would like !

[jadeoru]

coffee beans.

synopsis: valentine's day was spent the same way every year: coffee, and studying, all while trying her best to avoid the happy couples in love. unfortunately, her tradition was interrupted by a clumsy pretty barista. or: kiyoko felt like she wasn't capable of feeling love, turns out she's just gay

warnings/tags: reader is a barista! fluff, meet-ugly, afab!reader, reader is referred to as a girl, kiyoko's pov, kiyoko is an anxious shy mess (me too), flirting (pathetic), kiyoko's gay awakening lmfao, kiyoko's a la dispute fan because i said so, poop jokes, i actually hate how this turned out but oh well, wrote this for the 3 kiyoko lovers of the world

wc: 3.5k words

now playing: very cliché but definitely girls - girl in red lmao 🎶

Kiyoko saw love as a waste of time. She lived her whole life in a society held together by the prospect of love. It chased her in many forms: her parents, her friends, music, art, - she knew it well. In her childhood, love was just another friend of hers; a familiar taste on her tongue, similar to her mother’s cooking. It was a feeling of home. But as she grew up, the flavour grew progressively more acrid; bitter. She watched as her friends changed, each of them infatuated by the weird feeling. Everyone around her had a crush on someone. Conversations with her friends quickly became dull. No one was the same as they got older. Everyone around her was falling in love; a victim of cupid's spell. She felt left out; ostracised. In her eyes, love seemed like a trap; a chain, connecting you to someone for the rest of your life. She never understood the appeal, and how everyone saw the cruel, suffocating feeling as a warm embrace - whirling inside of you. She was frustrated. It was stressful not knowing what was wrong with her - why she was so different from her peers. She tried relationships, they always felt wrong. She was asked out by 2 different guys, each time she said yes. She agreed not because the feeling was mutual, but because she hoped she could force herself to feel the same. In the end, she discovered that butterflies are just colourful moths that find home inside of your gut, and mess everything up as they inevitably rot away. Cupid shot Kiyoko with their arrow on multiple occasions; each time left her on the cusp of bleeding out. All everyone cared about was love. As everyone around her found their person, she found herself slowly left behind. Love was in the air, and she was allergic.

In a way, her friends felt bad for her. They didn’t understand, and honestly, neither did she. They frequently tried setting her up on dates. She met all kinds of guys, each one somewhat worse than the last. Every date felt so strange; something wasn’t right. Was that how all dates went? - That’s it? She honestly felt guilty. Her friends put so much effort into those dates, trying to find her soulmate. They genuinely cared about her. They wanted her to experience true love. She felt bad for being so difficult. It got to the point where she’d resort to pretending. She’d choose a random guy in her class, one that was objectively attractive, and led her friend’s to believe her poorly acted out infatuation was true love. A part of her hoped that by lying to her friends, she could lie to herself, and believe it. With fingers crossed, she prayed for her to finally succeed, She hoped that maybe, she’d finally experience the warmth of her heart pounding in her chest. 

Graduation passed her by; it never worked.

To her, it was pointless. She tried it so many times, and in the end, she was always left unsatisfied. She lost faith in her search for love ages ago, and honestly stopped believing in it. Instead of flowers and holding hands with someone, love found her in other strange ways. To her, love was the cat that always met with her on her way to college, or when she found a song that she related to deeply. Love was the face of her mother when she was accepted into college. Love was spending time by herself; writing mediocre poetry, back pressed almost comfortably against a tree. With the exception of her father, love was never the face of a man. That was something she never came to terms with until her early adult years. That was something she thought she'd never understand;

She was wrong.

February was the worst. As if the people around her couldn’t get even more annoying, someone had the bright idea to make a whole day about love. She hated it. The commute to town was even more unbearable than it usually was. Instead of being surrounded by groaning strangers that had too much to drink last night; definitely did not get any sleep, mother’s carrying their screaming babies, the annoying screeching noise that erupted from the train every time it came to a halt, she was surrounded by cheesy lovers that flirted way too loudly. Noise-cancelling headphones were the greatest purchase she ever made.

The train to town was almost worse than the bustling, busy streets. Almost. As if her day couldn’t get any worse, all of her favourite places to spend her lunch were overrun, infected by insufferable couples. She turned her nose up with negativity. She wasn’t mad at them, if anything, she was envious. Why did she have to spend this magical holiday alone? It was unfair. She wanted not just to be loved, but to love. Her head spiralled every time she questioned herself;  she never thought about it too much to prevent her from the gnawing pit that grew within her. It took a few miserable Valentine’s Day’s for her to cultivate a steady ‘celebration’ routine; A survival plan: she would take the train at 8:20, which would be significantly less busy than the one she usually got, put on her headphones, blasted La Dispute for the entire duration of the train ride while staring out the window, and then scurried her way through the hectic crowds to her favorite, quaint, quiet, family-owned coffee shop. There, she would grab the biggest, strongest coffee they had (with a generous amount of caramel syrup, to satiate her sweet tooth), and ploughed through her assignments with peaceful relief etched into every line her pen wrote. 

That was how she spent every Valentine’s Day without fail - Without interruption. She finally had a stable routine that wouldn’t make her feel like a dysfunctional human. A routine that wouldn’t make her feel like there was something wrong with her. A distraction from the onslaught of love that crept up behind her; always facing her back, never once meeting her face to face. Up until now, it almost always went smoothly. It almost worked. She got off the train with high hopes, a subtle smile on her features as she silently appreciated the lyricism of the song she had on shuffle. She had only one notification on her phone: a warning to turn her volume down. All of her friends were busy spending time with their person. Of course they were too busy to text her. With a sigh, she increased the volume to the loudest it could go, and drowned out every thought and jealousy that plagued her mind. She didn’t care about damaging her hearing. At least she wouldn’t have to listen to grown adults talking and cooing to each other like babies. She hated that.

The walk to the coffee shop was fine. She kept to her side of the footpath, and held stern eye contact with the pavement. The cracks in the concrete were way more interesting than the romance that clouded the public anyways. Turning the door-handle, she silently rehearsed her order in her mind, before making her way to the counter. It was relatively quiet; empty. That’s how it normally was. This place was her escape from reality. It was small, quiet, the music they played was nice, and the baristas were always so polite to her. However, as she walked up to the counter, she was unable to recognise the barista behind the register. Was she new? She must’ve been, Kiyoko went there at least three times a week, and never once had she seen her. She wasn’t upset though, not in the slightest. She just hoped she would be as nice as the others. She watched attentively as the girl took the order of the person in front of her. She was smiling widely after each sentence that fled her lips. Not a fake customer-service smile, but a real genuine one. Kiyoko admired that. She continued to watch as she took the money from the customer and quickly placed it into the cash register. In one quick moment, Kiyoko found herself standing speechless directly in front of her. “Hey, what can I get for you?” She asked, giving Kiyoko absolutely zero time to mentally prepare herself to talk to her. She stuttered out her order with a strange feeling in her chest. She cringed at how stupid she sounded. “Of course! Would you like that in a takeaway cup?” She asked, flashing her a smile. It was so strange. Her smile seemed so familiar, so warm. The smile on her face almost made her feel at home; safe. She typed her order into the machine. Kiyoko was relieved - the eye contact was becoming too much for her. “Yes please.” She almost whispered, her voice unusually soft. She only nodded in response, letting out an “mhm!” in acknowledgement. She looked up at Kiyoko again, and she finally understood what it meant to have your heart skip a beat. “That’ll be 5,60! Are you paying with cash or card?”

The moment lasted only 30 seconds at most, and yet Kiyoko felt like she was suffering with a life-long crisis. As she handed her cash to her, she found herself questioning every choice she had ever made that led up to that moment. She couldn’t find the right words to describe how she felt. Conflicted? Confused? She couldn’t think of the right one. She couldn’t think of anything, besides the feeling of her hand touching hers for a split second, as she handed the money to her. She placed the money inside the register just like she did with the last customer. But, unlike she did with them, she leaned over the counter - propping her head up with her hands.

“It’ll be ready in about 5 minutes, pretty.”

With bright red cheeks and wobbly knees, she nodded her head, and almost sprinted to the pick-up counter.

There are a lot of things you could do in 5 minutes. You could listen to a song, count the tiles on the floor, or even count each second down to the last minute. Kiyoko chose neither of those. Instead, she stared at the floor, replaying the interaction in her head over a hundred times. She wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong with her, but one thing she knew for certain was she never felt that way about someone before. Ever. Those five minutes were spent questioning her entire existence. She struggled to come to an obvious conclusion. As it reached the tip of her tongue, her name was called out.

She spoke her name in a way that drove her crazy. The way each syllable rolled off her tongue had her worried she was going to suffer a heart attack. She quickly whipped her head around to face the barista again. She was suddenly very aware of how uncomfortably warm her face was. “You know… your name is almost as pretty as your face.” She almost whispered, a grin widely displayed on her cheeks as her eyes consumed Kiyoko whole. She leaned over the counter again, holding the cup out to Kiyoko. She really liked when she did that - for some strange reason. Her compliment caught Kiyoko completely off guard, hitting her almost like an arrow to the heart. A stupid smile spread out on her face. She wasn’t sure how else to react; It wasn’t socially acceptable to kick your feet and squeal in the middle of a coffee shop. Muttering a shy, “thank you so much!”, she held her hand out to grab the coffee from her. But, before she could get a stable grip on the cup, the barista let go of it too soon, almost out of embarrassment. In doing so, it caused the large, hot coffee to fall directly onto Kiyoko’s hand-made, wool sweater; crashing onto it like a boiling wave, spilling all over her and soaking her in the warm liquid.

There was a moment of mutual shock between them, a brief few seconds spent silently staring at each other. She did a terrible job at hiding the disgusted, uncomfortable look on her face as the coffee seeped through her sweater, ruining the shirt she was wearing under it, and sticking to her bare skin. She looked down to assess the damage done to her clothes. They were ruined. A big, attention-grabbing stain was spread unevenly on her sweater. This was the worst. She looked up at the barista, who looked even more terrified than she was. Her hands flew to cover her mouth, but Kiyoko could see the guilty, fearful look in her eyes. They stayed like that for a few seconds. Uncomfortable silence engulfed the room; like time stopped. Kiyoko didn’t look away from the barista, but she could tell that other people were definitely staring at the two of them. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. The barista was the first one to speak up.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She could tell by the tone of her voice just how serious she was. Kiyoko opened her mouth to speak, to quickly forgive her. She just wanted to go home. Embarrassment enveloped her entirely, and the strong scent of coffee attacked her nostrils in an almost painful way, but the barista spoke up again. “Wait here, I’ll go get you some tissues!” She pleaded, raising her hands cautiously. She nodded in response, watching in silence as the barista urgently dashed through the door behind her. She silently cursed herself for not staying silent. She wiped her hand on her sweater, before holding it to her face to look at it. Her fingers were stained brown. At least her sweater didn’t absorb it all. She waited at the counter for the barista to return like a deer in headlights. She didn’t close the door to her break-room, so Kiyoko could just barely see her.

She was really pretty. Like, really really pretty. Even in her coffee-stained apron (She’s probably done this before to someone else - Kiyoko almost laughed at the thought), and her hair all messy from a probably stressful day, she was beautiful. Even as she frantically tore apart her break-room, Kiyoko couldn’t help but feel her heart whirling around at her irresistible pulchritude. A dumb smile plastered across Kiyoko's face. Technically, she should feel annoyed. She loved that sweater to death. But, in a weird way, she was glad. She knew that from then on, every time she looked at that stain, she would see a trace of her. Although she wasn’t entirely sure what any of her feelings meant, she didn’t have the time to care. For now, she would just let herself feel whatever feelings she felt, without the need to understand. She would have a crisis later. For now, she needed to befriend the clumsy, pretty barista. 

She speed-walked back to the counter, holding tissues out to her. Realistically, tissues would not reverse any of the damage, but it was the thought that counted. “Here. I’m so sorry about that.” She said, lips curving into an apologetic smile so nice Kiyoko couldn’t help but mirror it. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” She answered, staring at her lips for an embarrassingly long moment, before finally returning to her eyes. She reached out to take the tissues from her hand. Have her fingers always been this shaky? The lack of sleep she got the night before must’ve been affecting her mind, because she could’ve sworn you grazed your hand over hers purposefully. She must’ve imagined it. She awkwardly wiped her sweater with it, staining the tissue in the process. The stain didn’t budge.

The barista cleared her throat. “Would it help if I told you I still think you’re really pretty?” She fidgeted with her hands, an empathetic look in her eyes as she silently hoped to uplift Kiyoko’s spirits. Totally not because she was also insanely into her. Totally. Kiyoko almost dropped the tissue. Hell, she almost dropped her jaw at the sudden flirtatious remark. Her face went hot as the line between a friendly compliment and flirting was incredibly unclear to her. Was she just being nice? “Maybe it would.” She began, raising her hands, leaving the stain on full display. and tilting her head with a smile. “Would it help if I told you I think you’re really cute?” Kiyoko made a mental note to learn how to flirt later. The barista smiled, letting out an airy chuckle. “Well, it wouldn’t help the sweater I ruined, but it would help my ruined confidence.” She joked, looking at the ground. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed, it was my fault.” Kiyoko stated matter-of-factly, the girl looked at her like she had two heads. “Nope. It was my fault, cutie. I won't accept any other opinions.” She said with a wink - a wink that almost made Kiyoko fall over. Her knees were immensely weak, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the nickname, the wink, or both.

She sighed with defeat knowing not to debate with her any further. “Does it look like I just shit myself?” She asked with a laugh. The barista laughed with her, which only sorta, kind of, slightly, made her heart flutter. “Nah, more like someone shit on you.” She responded, scratching her chin in playful thought. “I’m seriously so sorry about that by the way. Let me make you another coffee, free of charge. Is there anything else I can do to help?” She asked, her words laced with genuine interest. She grabbed an empty cup, writing something on it before turning around and beginning to make her drink. Kiyoko waved her hands dismissively. “Don’t be sorry, accidents happen! - At least now I have an excuse to talk to you longer.” If she didn’t stutter her way through that sentence, it probably would’ve sounded way less pathetic. Unfortunately, Kiyoko felt she wasn’t anything but pathetic. She wasn’t aware of how it took everything in the barista not to get on one knee and propose to her at that very second. “You have a point. Maybe it’s a good thing I spilled it on you.” She chuckled, turning back around to face her again, handing her the new drink - carefully this time. 

“Um, this might be incredibly out of line, but could I maybe get your number?” She smiled nervously at Kiyoko. Normally, whenever a guy asked her for her number, it made her scoff and roll her eyes. But she was different, Kiyoko never nodded her head so enthusiastically in her life. “Yeah, of course!” She did little to hide the excitement laced in her words. The barista smiled the widest she’d seen that morning. Whispering a quiet “thank you,” she handed Kiyoko her phone, and she shakily typed in her number.

“Oh uh, I never got your name?” Through a smile, she responded, “it’s Y/n.”

“Y/n..” she repeated, handing her her phone back, “that’s a really pretty name. It suits you.” With every sentence it was as if their smiles grew tenfold; heightened by mutual happiness. “Thanks Kiyoko, your name is lovely too.” “Shimizu.” She corrected abruptly, y/n furrowed her brow in response. “Please, call me Shimizu.” she almost begged, craving to taste her name on her tongue. “Well then, Shimizu. It was lovely meeting you. I’ll stop bothering you and let you enjoy your coffee, for now.” She winked again, doing very little absolutely nothing to help convince Kiyoko she’s still straight. “For now?” She asked, confused. “Well I’ll definitely be texting you after my shift, so, for now, I will grant you peace and quiet.” She laughed her words out, to which Kiyoko reciprocated.

“I definitely won’t enjoy it when I could be talking to you instead.” Kiyoko took a sip from her drink. If she wasn’t sure then, the deliciousness of her coffee definitely confirmed just how in love Kiyoko was with her barista. She laughed, “Call me whenever you want someone to spill coffee on you. I’ve proven myself to be very good at that”

“Oh believe me, I will.”

[19calicos]

tea for two – kiyoko shimizu ༉‧₊˚.

introducing: cult of kiyoko

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𖥔 kiyoko was worried that she wouldn't know a lot of people in tokyo! so she's very glad that a lot of familiar faces will be there

𖥔 hinata was the one who made kageyama's twitter #kagehina #veryromantic

𖥔 yachi and noya live by themselves, and hinata and kageyama are living together at the moment. hinata just moved to tokyo from brazil 2 weeks before, so he's still in the "wow in brazil this is what ____ was like" and "its not the same as brazil" phase

𖥔 noya impulsively came up with the gc name ... but honestly it works because if kiyoko needs anything, all members of that gc are at her beck and call

𖥔 kiyoko's eyeball closeup wip is from yoshitomo nara's 2007 painting hothouse doll, which is part of a larger installation, berlin barrack, room 1 !

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[tsxkkis]

# random relationship stuff w/ haikyuu

a/n = i finally have more time to write and i'm gonna use it as much as i can before school starts

with = karasuno 3rd years (daichi sawamura, sugawara koushi, asahi azumane, kiyoko shimizu)

warnings = a teeny tiny bit suggestive for daichi, like one swear word? nothing else.

daichi sawamura

"haven't we forgotten anything, love?" daichi's voice echoed from inside the bathroom, hurriedly brushing his teeth as he tried his best to button his shirt at the same time.

he was as stressed as ever at this moment. you planned this trip together almost two months ago now, and yet it felt like he left everything for the last minute.

he loosened up when he felt you wrapping your arms around him from behind, a sweet kiss left on the back of his neck as you drew small circles with your thumb, calming him down.

"we still have an hour till the train comes, daichi." you whispered, gently smiling at his reflection in the mirror. "the train station is a five-minute walk from here. no need to rush, sweetheart."

daichi's heart almost melted hearing the nickname fall from your lips. unlike him, you were never big on using pet names, but you would do it from time to time, especially if it was to make him calm down. and, to no surprise, it always worked on him. this time was no different; a big, warm smile crept onto his face as he turned to face you, his hands swiftly finding their way to your waist.

he leaned in, gently pulling you closer to him, with little to no space between your bodies as his lips captured yours, and you could feel the tension leaving his body with the kiss.

"there's no need to panic." you murmured between kisses, your right hand going up to cup his cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. "i love you, daichi, but we need to find a quick solution to relieve your stress sometimes."

an idea popped into daichi's head, one that he definitely shouldn't think about, and you quickly caught up on what he was thinking, slapping him on the shoulder.

"hey! i didn't mean it that way. weirdo."

the boy laughed, planting a quick kiss on your cheek and smiling at you, a sight that always made your stomach full of butterflies, no matter how long you've been dating him already.

"i know, love." his hand reached out to gently ruffle your hair, gaining a huff from you in response. "it'll be hard to recover from the amount of stress kageyama and hinata gave me over this past year."

a chuckle left your lips as both of you exited the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of his bed, your eyes roaming around his room, tidy as ever. of course, it would be. daichi would never leave his room dirty before leaving for a longer time. he loved when everything was shiny and clean, and his room was a perfect depiction of that.

"we can go there earlier if that'll help calm your nerves more." his head turned towards you as he heard your suggestion, nodding quickly as an answer. "i'll buy us something to drink before we get there."

he gave you a knowing look, and you were ready to hear what he was about to say, his taller figure standing up, fingers intertwined with yours as he gently helped you get up, his other hand already grabbing your suitcase.

"love, if you think you're paying for anything on this trip, you're very wrong."

sugawara koushi

"honey, i think you messed the recipes up." sugawara stopped in his tracks at your words, a terrified look on your face as he turned towards you, his smile dropping in an instant.

he wanted to do something nice for today. after all, meeting your parents for the first time is a very important situation; one that requires a lot of effort from him to make himself look good in their eyes, so that when he leaves they can congratulate their kid on how good of a partner they found for themselves. so, to appear as a great boyfriend material, baking a cake for your family would be the right think to do, right?

wrong.

"what do you mean?" he mumbled the words, the bowl of cake batter in his hands, ready to pour it into the form. you smiled at him, taking a few steps towards him, your hands gently grabbing his and putting the bowl down on the kitchen counter.

"koushi, how many eggs did you add to the cake?" your question echoed through the kitchen, and he felt a wave of embarrassment go over him as he realized just how big of a mistake he made. his face turned a bright shade of red as he looked down, an awkward smile finding its way onto his face.

"four." sugawara whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, a sigh escaping your lips right after. he didn't expect to hear you laugh right after, a short, rather quiet laugh escaping your lips as you leaned in towards him, ruffling his hair.

"you messed up the proportions, suga." your words sounded gentle and warm, no signs of disappointment or annoyance in your voice, which he greatly appreciated. "it was supposed to be two eggs for that amount of cake batter."

a frown appeared on his face, a wave of sadness hovering over him as he realized that his best attempt to impress your parents had just failed. he took a deep breath, exhaling loudly before looking up at you, his expression making your smile drop.

"i just messed up my chance for your parents to like me." he mumbled, both of your hands resting on his arms as you slowly rubbed circles with your thumbs. "what am i supposed to do now?"

"honey, they already love you."

you laughed softly, hand caressing his hair as you smiled at him, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to explain just what you meant exactly by your previous words.

"they had to listen me talking about you so many times, i think they know more about you than you do about yourself at this point." she giggled, seeing as his eyes slowly lit up hearing her explanation. "i even showed them pictures from some of our dates. they're amazed by how much of a gentleman you are, and i had to listen to my dad blabbering about how he finally has a future son in law material. you don't have to do anything to make them like you, believe me."

relief washed over him like a wave of fresh air as sigawara let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in, a sweet smile appearing on her face. he leaned in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, a silent thank you for helping him with his overthinking, very simple but also very meaningful for the two of you.

"i'm glad to hear that." he said, his signature smile back on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. "i am still buying flowers and chocolates for your parents on our way there, though."

you laughed, your hand squeezing his.

"alright, mr. gentleman."

asahi azumane

"here, let me help you with that." asahi popped up on your side the moment you entered his house, the sweetest smile ever gracing his face as he quickly took the bags from your hands, carrying them towards his room.

his mom let you in a few minutes ago since the brown-haired boy was currently occupying the bathroom at that time, and she knew that if she hears the doorbell on a weekend afternoon, the only person who could be standing behind the door was you. it was a tradition of some sort; every weekend you would stay over for the night, preparing a list of movies to watch with sugawara until you're too tired to keep your eyes opened.

"what genre are we watching today?" his voice reached you from behind the doorframe as you walked towards his room, grabbing a piece of your hair that just wouldn't stop falling down in front of your eyes. seeing the big grin on your face as you entered his room, the list of movies you chose opened on your phone, he already knew what the answer was.

horror movies.

they were your favorite, of course you'd use every possible occasion to watch them with your boyfriend. except that meant that asahi had to pretend like he definitely isn't scared of whatever is happening in the movie.

he was good with slasher movies. they didn't scare him almost at all, only making him jump a bit here and there if there was an overly bloody scene with too much gore. but paranormal horror movies with ghosts and demons? that was a whole different story.

and as if he just ran out of luck, that was exactly what you chose for today.

fuck.

both of you were sitting down on his bed, asahi's head resting on your arm as he did his best at pretending that the happenings in second installment of the conjuring franchise didn't scare the absolute shit out of him. your eyes were focused on the screen, laughing when a very obvious jump scare happened in the movie.

you turned your head towards your boyfriend only to find his face absolutely pale, the color of his skin reminding you of that of a dead body. reaching for the remote to pause the movie, your hand went down to his to give it a gentle squeeze, a concerned look on your face.

"you know, i would laugh at how scared you got, but you genuinely look like something just sucked the life out of you." your words were quiet, a hint of humor in your voice as you gently smiled at him. "we don't have to watch it, if you don't want to."

asahi quickly shook his head.

"i know you really wanted to watch it with me." he said, an awkward laugh escaping his lips as his hand went up to scratch his neck, his hair getting in the way as he decided to let it loose for today. "i'll survive it for your sake."

"you're the sweetest, azumane." you leaned in to gave him a quick peck on the top of his nose, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "if you get through this movie with me, i'll get you a thousand kisses."

his eyes lit up at your words, a big smile growing on his face, as he suddenly seemed to be very determined to watch it.

"let's continue the movie, then. i can't wait to get my reward."

kiyoko shimizu

"can you give me your hand for a second?"

kiyoko adjusted the strap of her tank top, which seemed to fall from her arm when she was focused on her work, a small yet genuine smile on her face as she turned to face you. her hair was tied up in a high ponytail in an attempt to make the hot weather a little less unbearable.

you stood up from the bed, putting your laptop down as you walked over to her, sticking your hand in front of you the whole way, even though she could only grab it once you were already at her desk.

it was something that you always loved about shimizu; the two of you didn't have to necessarily do something together to enjoy each other's presence. of course, there was no end to cute dates like picnics or going to every single cafe around town between you two. but sometimes what you enjoyed most were the moments where you two could just sit in silence, both occupied with your own things, yet still deciding to find a way to do them together.

"what're you up to this time, hm?" your voice sounded soft, your eyes roaming around the black-haired girl's desk which was full of different charms, beads, and whatnot. even though it all seemed to be a mess, you managed to distinguish the two color stories that she chose for her next craft.

her free hand picked up what seemed to be a bracelet, one she hasn't finished yet, her other hand grabbing the other end carefully so as to not let any beads fall off. you observed closely as she put it on your hand, wrapping it around to measure if she got the length correctly. you didn't miss how her smile grew just a tad bit more as she realized she measured it perfectly, a satisfied huff coming out of her lips.

"give me two minutes, and i'll be ready to show you." she adjusted the glasses on her nose, hand gently squeezing yours for just a second before she turned back to her work, grabbing a few additional things from the desk. you smiled, leaning over her chair to watch what she was about to do, eyes carefully scanning her every move. normally, kiyoko would hate if someone just stood over her like that and interrupted her peace, especially if she was busy doing something.

but it was different with you.

a bright smile appeared on your face as you saw the finished product, eyes sparkly at the sight in front of your eyes.

"i wanted to make them for a while already, but i never had enough time for it." she explained, carefully putting one on your hand, and one on hers.

the bracelets were beautiful. she specifically picked beads in your favorite color to make them, using similar ones for hers so that you'd be matching. it was only when your hand got close to hers that you realized the best thing about them; a heart charm, which both of you had half of on your bracelet, magnetically coming together whenever your hands were close enough.

if shimizu thought your smile couldn't grow more, you proved her wrong, smiling so much that it almost hurt your face. so close to each other that she could feel your breath on her face, you quickly closed the gap, planting a quick, sweet kiss on her lips.

"you're the best girlfriend i could ever ask for, you know?" you whispered, resting your forehead against hers. kiyoko smiled at you, nodding slightly.

"yeah. i know."

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[milaisreading]

Kageyama twin!Yn and the nicknames she gave everyone in her phone:

Tobio- Awkward cinnamonroll

Hinata- Hyper cinnamonroll

Yachi- BFF

Yamaguchi- If overthinking was a person

Tsukishima- If salt was a person

Daichi- Coolest captain

Sugawara- Sugar cubes

Asahi- Platonic husband

Kiyoko- Big sister #2

Tanaka- Simp 1

Nishinoya- Simp 2

Iwaizumi- Og husband

Oikawa-Drama starter

Osamu- Cuter twin

Atsumu- Brother of the cuter twin

Akaashi- Husband #1

Kita- Husband #2

Aran- Husband #3

Suna- The only guy with a fox face

Sakusa- Gloomy ace

Let me know if u want a pt 2

[eggyrocks]

heat: s. kiyoko

word count: 2.3k

description: kiyoko x f!reader; requested by @wyrcan “could you maybe write a little kiyoko fic?? 🥺🤭 she could be the reader’s neighbor and they like get stuck in the apartment building’s elevator or something” a genius request you are a legend for this one

an: LET’S GO LESBIANS!! i normally don’t write in second person bc i don’t like telling people what to do but i thought i’d give it a try <3

warnings: they're trapped in an elevator, wine drinking, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD i can't read or spell :/

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The first time you saw her, it was early summer. A hot, humid day with sticky wet air and an unrelenting sun. It was a fresh heat after a cold spell, and you were dragging your feet along the carpeted floor of your apartment building. The thin material of your tank top and gym shorts were already overwhelming, and you were eyeing the plastic bag in your hand, half convinced the ice cream had already started melting into a sweet, thick puddle.

The air conditioning in your apartment building had busted, leaving your apartment somehow even more insufferable than it was outside. You had lingered in the aisle of the convenience store long enough for the storekeeper to get annoyed, and it was time for you to face the reality of your hot, sweaty day.

You were fumbling with the key, plastic bag dangling from your wrist and headphones around your neck, when you heard it. Footsteps that were entirely too loud and enthusiastic for the sluggish sort of day it was. You looked over your shoulder to catch sight of the source with an annoyed pout to see the commotion. Two men, one tall and bald, the other short with hair that maybe added a couple centimeters, each carrying a few haphazardly stacked boxes.

They’re moving in today? you had thought, thinking of how unbearable it must’ve been, and noting the way sweat stains seeped through each of their shirts.

You tried to reserve judgement as you leaned lazily against your front door, halfheartedly twisting your key around in the lock, watching them as they rushed down the hallway, laughing as they did so. They were loud, and you knew exactly which apartment they’d be heading for: the only one that was open, the one right across from yours.

And then, as you were pushing the door open with your hip, she turned the corner, floating down the hallway like a salty ocean breeze. And the second you saw her, dark hair cut short and eyes sparkling, carrying one, singular box labeled plants: delicate, your mouth went dry, and you forgot the heat.

She was only a step behind the others, and she was the one with a key in her hand. As she approached the door, you were vaguely aware of how odd you must’ve looked, frozen halfway through your front door, staring at the dark-haired woman with heart-shaped eyes, but it didn’t snap you out of your trance.

Whoever she was, she didn’t notice you until she had her own apartment door pushed open, and she turned slightly, catching your eye. She seemed surprised, for a second, to notice your staring. And you were amazed that, somehow, your face got hotter. Was she blushing too, or were you imagining it? You were pretty sure the people she was with were saying something to her, but you didn’t hear it. You were locked in, staring at the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen in your life.

And when she gave you a small smile and shifted the weight in her hands to give you a small, polite wave, you were hooked. That was it.

They piled into her apartment, leaving you standing there, stunned, ice cream getting softer. And when the door closed behind them, you were pretty sure you heard from the other side, “Kiyoko, I think that girl was into you!”

The heat returned to your mind, then, and you rushed into your apartment, letting the door slam shut behind you.

Summer persisted, the heat only rising and your air conditioner becoming more and more unreliable. Your methods for staying cool included cold showers, ice packs wrapped in your bedsheets, and avoiding the Kiyoko that had moved into the apartment across from yours, who never failed to make your face run hot.

There were a few times you had run into her, inevitably. Sometimes you’d open your doors at the same time, rushing to get to work. Sometimes you’d get in the elevator at the same time, and you would ask which floor she needed to get off at, pretending not to know already. You always avoided eye contact, and she seemed equally reserved.

And each time, the little crush you had developed got worse.

It made you feel so silly. You weren’t used to these little crushes that made you feel this debilitating combination of nerves and giddiness; excited when she spoke to you and nervous when you had to speak back. At this point in your life, you figured you were resigned to a life of sloppily flirting with girls in dark clubs or endlessly scrolling through dating apps. A love life devoid of romance.

But your neighbor made your blood pump hot and loud without ever even really speaking to you, and you excited at the notion of being proven wrong.

It was late in the summer now, heat stale and constant. Sweat made hair stick to the back of your neck as you climbed into the elevator in your apartment building, and all you could focus on was the cold shower that you were so close to. You had a lovely night planned for yourself, consisting of dramas and the new, unopened bottle of wine you had in your bag. You didn’t even really pay attention to the person who was rushing to catch the elevator, you just held the door open for them without a second thought.

You realized it was her when you caught a whiff of her perfume as she walked passed you: orchid, vanilla, coconut. She would spray it on right before she walked out of her door in the morning, and you would always catch it, enjoying how fresh and clean the scent was. You swallowed, stepping back into the corner as she entered, allowing her space. Your eyes were on the floor as you asked, “What floor?”

“Five, please,” she said, voice soft like it always is.

The door closed, and the elevator jerked upwards. It was an old one, one that probably did not run as smoothly as it once did. Your fingers tapped against the side of your bare thigh, right under the hem of your shorts.

As subtly as you could, you spared a glance in her direction, noting how her short hair was clipped back the best it could be, with short strands falling loose and sticking to the layer of sweat that coated her neck. You swallowed and looked away again.

The elevator rose slowly and shakily. It felt smaller, like it was shrinking the longer the two of you were in there alone.

“You know,” she said suddenly, and your head shot up at the sound of her voice-she usually never said more than one thing to you at once, “you always ask me what floor I need to get off on, but we live right across from each other.”

A nervous smile spreads across your face and you let out a wavering chuckle. “Heh, yeah. I think I just didn’t want you to think I was like, keeping track of where you lived, or anything.”

She laughs now, clear yet quiet. “I was starting to think I wasn’t memorable.”

You didn’t know how to tell her that it was the opposite. That you remember everything about her and tried very hard to make it seem like you did not. You opened your mouth, hoping something witty would come out but doubting your luck.

But then, the elevator shook. It shook in a way that threw you forward, stumbling over your feet until you knocked into your neighbor. Your hands went around her arms instinctively, just as hers went over your shoulders, each trying to keep you steady on your feet.

If your face was hot before, it was scorching now. You stayed there for just a moment, your wide eyes stuck on hers, before you forced yourself to take a firm step back.

And you were so focused on how her hands felt on the skin of your shoulders that you almost didn’t notice that the elevator had stopped moving entirely.

“Oh fuck,” you let out as the realization dawned on you. “Fuck, I always knew this thing would break down, I just hoped it wouldn’t be with me in it.”  

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” Kiyoko said from her corner of the elevator, now with a slight tinge of red in her cheeks. “We’ll just hit the emergency button, and I’m sure someone will be here soon. I’ve heard it usually takes like thirty minutes for help to arrive when someone’s stuck in one of these.”

One hour later, Kiyoko sat on the floor of the elevator, holding your brand new and now half-empty bottle of wine by the neck, taking one big gulp. The wine stained her lips and teeth red. You were sure that yours match.

It had only taken about twenty minutes for you to offer up the wine bottle. The heat and the stress was starting to get to you and you needed something as a distraction, other than the way Kiyoko had abandoned her outer layer in favor of a thin camisole. And it hit the both of you quickly, leaving you giggling and discussing nothing and everything. Tales of work and opinions on television stars and favorite albums.

Kiyoko seemed reserved at first, you had thought. But the more you spoke, and the more she eased into it, the surer she became, and the more she threw in her own comments and opinions. It was nice to listen to her.

She pulled the bottle from her lips and she handed it back to you. You took a hefty gulp of your own. It was making you feel pleasant and floaty. “Did you have any important plans for the night that got ruined?” Kiyoko asked, watching as a trickle of wine escaped from the corner of your mouth and trailed down your neck.

You gasped for air as you dropped the bottle once more, and you used the back of your hand to wipe your mouth of wine and spit. “Nope. Was just going to rewatch dramas all night until I fell asleep. Arguably, this is a better way to spend my time.”

Kiyoko laughed. “Same here. I haven’t been very social lately. It feels like this is the universe intervening in my introverted tendencies.”

You were being greedy when you took your second swig in a row, but you needed a bit more liquid courage to ask your next question. “What about the dudes that helped you move in? One of them your boyfriend or something?”

“No,” she said with a bit of an incredulous laugh, “I don’t do ‘boyfriends.’”

“Oh?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow, sliding the bottle of wine back in her direction.

She accepted it readily. “Yeah. I hope this doesn’t sound too cocky, but a lot of boys liked me in high school.”

“That doesn’t sound cocky at all,” you added, “it sounds like my worst nightmare.”

She smirked at you. “Exactly. I hated all of the attention from them. I was the manager for the boys’ volleyball club, so I was surrounded by them all the time. A lot of girls seemed to be jealous of the attention and I couldn’t imagine why. I would’ve much rather’ve been spending time with them.”

There was this way she looked at you, drunken eyes half-closed and pupils dilated that made goosebumps rise over your skin. And you felt like there was something she was trying to tell you. Or maybe it was just something that you desperately want to hear.

She lifted the wine bottle back to you, and instead of reaching forward to grab it, you scooted closer to her. When you grabbed the bottle, your fingers brushed against hers. And when you brought the bottle to your lips once more, you were hyperaware of the fact that it was her lips that were wrapped around that same glass just a second ago. “Did you get to? Spend any time with them, I mean.”

“Nope,” Kiyoko replied, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I guess the universe just had it out for me.”

You shrugged and felt bold. “Well, maybe the universe is trying to make it up to you now.”  

Her blue eyes were wide and shinning. And when you looked into them it cooled you down, it made you feel like cool, ocean water was washing over you. And the world felt so small, then. It was just you and here, trapped in the hot, small elevator with nothing but a bottle of wine, stained lips, and the space between you. And it felt like the world was getting smaller and smaller.

That was when they finally pried the doors open.

The walk back to your respective apartments was quiet and sobering. Like all of the heat in that elevator was released and dissipated the second they freed you. Kiyoko kept her distance, but walked by your side, matching your stride, until the two of you were forced to part at the arrival of your doors.

With one hand, you fumbled with your key as you usually did, and the other limply held the almost-empty bottle of wine. You were thinking that maybe your cold shower would have to be a little longer and a little colder than usual to get your head screwed back on properly.

“Hey,” you heard the soft voice of Kiyoko, and you turned to face her. She leaned her back up against her door and smiled at you. “That was surprisingly fun.”

You grinned like an over-excited dog. “Maybe we should try getting stuck again.”

“Or we could just have the wine at my place, next time,” she proposed, her hands knotting together behind her back.

“Whenever you want,” you told her, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

You stood still in place, watching as she blushed and turned away, pushing open her own door. And when the door closed behind her, you couldn’t help but stand and stare after her, feeling a heat that was different from the humidity that stuck to your skin.  

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