#berry.writes <3

[satoriberry]

silly man higuruma :3 [headcanons!!]

-> because hot serious men deserve to be bbgirl,,,they deserve to be silly and have some lighthearted silly moments,,,,

⇝ he has a very cute sneeze. doesn't like it. holds in his sneezes because of that :(

⇝ when he's not losing sleep over a criminal case, he enjoys going to places you wouldn't imagine a mildly grumpy lawyer to be in. like, oddly sitting in the corner of a mascot café, or, exiting the movies with a barbie-themed movie goblet in hand and 3D glasses perched on his nose. he said it himself: he went off the trails after reaching his mid-30s :3

⇝ he has an affinity for ceramic animal decorations: a cute slug on his desk, a crab on his kitchen counter, a duck on the shelf next to his apartment door. they're scattered everywhere, and he likes watching people try to find each and every one on the rare occasion that he has guests.

⇝ he blushes easily and he doesn't like that either :( whenever he's embarrassed for example, he'll try to maintain his cool man façade but his face is very much to turning red so he's not very slick with it HA!

⇝ not pudgy but some parts of him are satisfyingly grabbable, especially his tummy and his upper torso!!

⇝ chips connoisseur. EXCLUSIVELY fucks with good quality chips. you'll never catch him munching on something as low-class as DORITOS or CHEETOS 🤮🤮🤢

⇝ he likes sweet people. sweet people as in individuals who find it in them to be altruistic and tolerate anyone and everyone with no discrimination; people who rarely hold grudges and who don't let the sucky parts of life get to them. he likes them because he wishes he was like that too (i said silly headcanons but this isn't very posiitve now is it uhhhh)

⇝ he eats biscoff spread from the jar. straight up CRACK for him. always regrets it right afterwards because tummy ache :3

⇝ he think sugargliders are fucking adorable and would love to own one if that was feasible (which i think it is in certain places??)

⇝ he's handsome now in his 30s but he was actually on the cuter side in university because homebody had BRACES. he looked like a stereotypical dork but it was extremely endearing and people thought he looked adorable (yes even at age 23)

⇝ thick luscious short hair. he doesn't fear baldness. baldness fears him.

⇝ however he started developping gray hairs before he had even hit 30 oopsie doopsie

⇝ bigggg fan of detective conan, loves the show and rewatches old episodes for nostalgia's sake

⇝ loves arguing with americans on the internet.

⇝ favourite food out of convenience is rice with seaweed OR!! a jacket potato because he gets to release some anger while stabbing the fuck of the potato before throwing it in the oven

⇝ wants a blond cat. apartment doesn't allow pets. would either name the cat cheddar cheese or keke (short for keylime pie)

⇝ he has big fat wet eyes that stare at your soul so you'll either fall for his bizarre charm or believe he plans on killing you from how hard he's looking.

⇝ loves those little applesauce pouches :3

⇝ ok that's it goodbye :D

[satoriberry]

Higuruma Hiromi is a cat.

No. That's not the correct verb.

Higuruma Hiromi behaves like a cat. Occasionally. Well, it only happened once.

Higuruma Hiromi, a man who lives up to the reputation he doesn't even know he created for himself a while back, never ceased to amaze you. He amazed you a first time when he correctly guessed your favourite skittle without even knowing your name ("You have the face of someone who would enjoy grape skittles.").

He amazed you a second time when he technically won a case and managed to score his client a one-month house arrest instead of a decade in jail after proving her innonence with nothing but tax return receipts as his golden piece of evidence. He amazed you a third time when you watched him ride a mechanical bull and manage to stay still as a statue the whole ride - not even whobbling when he got off.

A few dozen (read: hundred) more shocks and synonyms of the word "wow" later, you found yourself cohabiting a cozy apartment with him, one that conveniently allowed him to dodge public transport and bask in the crisp morning air on his way to his firm, then lackadaisically gaze at the moon on the way back. Nevertheless, Hiromi didn't find himself any more chipper or excited about going to slave in an office than he was before.

It had been a while since Higuruma has done something major that made you ogle him with a mixture of fear and wonder, ergo, amazed you. It had been a while since he's wowed you, but that didn't make you love him any less. It may actually be quite the opposite: ever since you made the mutual decision of living together, you believe you've become even more charmed by the man. His painfully bland yet charged lifestyle was practically the whole reason behind you sighing dramatically with heart eyes whenever someone mentioned the first two syllables of his name.

However, Hiromi managed to update the surprise score you had in your brain just for him, and, for the first time in a while, made you wonder what exactly was he made of.

9:56 AM.

You stood in the kitchen, palms on the marble counter's edge and eyes drooping every few seconds as you tried to resist the urge to sleep, and the only noises that kept you somewhat awake came from the chirping of birds outside your balcony doors, the typical Saturday traffic and the faint sizzle produced by the waffle maker you had plugged in.

You chose to skip some sleep, that was now starting to sound much more appealing than it did previously, and cook up an elaborate breakfast to avoid the avocado toast and coffee combo you and him have been having out of convenience for the past 10 days or so. You were waiting for the waffles to be done so you could move on to the other food items.

You reached for the egg tray and held one in either hand, contemplating the cook that you were going to go for, then horror struck as you heard your shared bedroom door creak, followed by the sound of irregular footsteps against the wooden tiles. He was already up. Feeling a bit betrayed and looking visibly deflated, you replaced the eggs on the tray and went back to staring at the red light that indicated that the waffles were still cooking.

The footsteps became louder as Hiromi approached your figure, rubbing his eyes with the ends of his palms, completely mute aside from the "ouch" he let out after bumping the island.

"Morning sleepyhead," you greeted him with similar fatigue in your grin, enjoying the sight of him manouevring rather terribly. You didn't move, awaiting the back-to-chest embrace he made a habit of offering you every time the occasion presented itself. However, you didn't get one. You didn't feel two warms arms wrap around your midriff, nor did you feel a jaw being placed on one of your shoulders.

You simply felt a nudge on your neck. More correctly, you felt a series of nudges, pokes and nuzzling motions on the side of your neck, accompanied by his bedhair scratching your ear multiple times. You additionally felt him rub his boney cheek against your shoulder's exposed skin, uncovered by the baggy shirt you had on.

He was rubbing his face against you. Like a cat.

You were certain of that due to the familiar bump of his hooked nose jabbing you gently, and rubbing along the expanse of your neck in a vertical motion. All this with his eyes glued shut despite wiping the life out of them a few moments ago.

You breathlessly giggled at the ridiculousness of....whatever this was. "Hiromi, don't take this the wrong way but, what on Earth are you doing?"

He made a bizarre grunt, but no words came out of his mouth. He contently kept tilting and pushing his face into your shoulder, his body stiff and arms dead on either side. A few times, you felt him push the top of his head in the junction between your shoulder and neck, as if he was spreading his atoms all over you. The feeling of his somewhat spikey morning hair made you emit a perplexed chuckle.

After what felt like a century, he switched gears and began peppering light kisses that started at the cap of your shoulder and made a trail to behind your ear, where he placed a final peck before patting your head and making to the bathroom, croakily mumbling, "Morning angel."

Just as you were doing before, you stood in the kitchen silently, body still and palms on the countertop's edge. Yet contrary to earlier, you were gobsmacked, absolutely lost as to what the fuck your will-be husband just did. Your eyes didn't leave the spice rack that was in direct line with your vision, and your jaw was still floored by the feline assault you just went through. It wasn't until the waffle maker's light switched to green with a clicking sound that you snapped out of your shock-induced stupeur, and began moving again.

Scratching your head in a cartoony manner, you walked to the bathroom whose door was completely ajar and showed that Hiromi was almost over with his morning routine, splashing water on his face to rinse off the ridiculously priced cleanser you persauded forced him to get.

Grabbing a towel from the rack, he patted his face dry a couple times before looking up at you with a mocking grin plastered on his features. Throwing the towel away haphazardly, he placed a callous palm on your shoulder and planted a brief kiss on your forehead, then proceeded to let you know just how good whatever it is that you're cooking up smelled, before heading off, leaving you a second time with no answer to your question.

Higuruma Hiromi was a man with a myriad of tricks up his sleeves, but waltzing up to you and acting like a needy cat wasn't something you could have predicated.

[satoriberry]

IMMOVABLE OBJECT VS. UNSTOPPABLE FORCE(S); WHICH ONE OF THEM WINS? THAT'S RIGHT. LOVE!! - tokimitsu aoshi

-`♡´- resume: the laws of physics can not be disobeyed. unless your friends feel like doing so. then you can twist them as much as you like.

-`♡´- heads up: so much cutie patootieness omg its toki my love my angel my babygirl he was made for me i want to marry him i want to protect him i need to KISS HIM THESE ARENT EVEN WARNINGS ANYMORE. reader has hair (type not specified). takes place during chapter 150 shibuya outing (aka bestest chapter ong) in the uhhh the arcade!! :D very toki-centric (95% his POV)!! btw this scenario is soooo unserious i had fun with this ngl

-`♡´- berry's note: omg i love aoshi so much he's my everything <333 he's so.....*dreamily sighs* you people DO NOT GET IT!!!! HE'S EVERYTHING FOR ME HES MY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you were so beautiful. so fucking beautiful.

he felt like a creep staring at you like this from afar but any closer and he'll most definitely regurgitate the black coffee he had earlier.

you weren't aware of him, both a sad and convenient thing. you seemed to be having a really fun conversation with your friends, boldly talking with exaggerated body language. you looked like the fun kind; the kind of person to tell a joke that'll have everybody choking, punching each other's arms and coughing. the kind of person he wants to be. or be with. it depends really.

he assumed you'd said something mind-boggling because right after saying it, your friends collectively gasped with varying levels of amusement. that made him snap out of his rêverie and go back to watching four of his friends display a concerning lack of rhythm at DDR, while the others winced or held in their laughter.

well, he was in no lack of bustling conversations himself, what with the rivals-turned-friends that he's currently with. still, it doesn't soothe the ache in his heart. the ache to be sociable, spontaneous, easy-going, calm, funny, witty or even just uncaring if that meant not being constantly on edge about everything.

gazing at his friends, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. they were all essentially... perfect.

reo - who was stomping arrows with 0 coordination - was the blueprint of the ideal human, yukimiya and aryu looked like magazine cover features in the making, nagi possessed this aura of nonchalance that really sticks with you, and bachira could say anything and everything with zero shame or regret. he didn't have any of that. and he hated that.

he hated himself for that. and he hated that others probably disliked him for the same reasons.

"ahhhh, come on, no negativity. now's not the time," mumbling to himself, he placed his hands on either side of his face, slightly smushing his cheeks, adding some adorableness to his somewhat sombre expression. he turned his head back to you. you had started a game of air hockey with your friends and from where you were standing, he could admire you even better.

the benefit that came with being quiet is being discreet, and that allowed him to notice a number of tiny things about you. your rapidly changing expressions, your eyes (that he had come to be particularly fond of in the last 4 minutes) that darted in all directions to catch the puck and the habit you had of readjusting your bag's strap across your torso. was it a tic? he wondered if you two shared any negative qualities, thinking it'll help him feel more normal, then realised that's a horrible way of thinking about a pretty stranger.

he started to beat himself mentally, punishing his brain and imagination for trying to ruin your possibly perfect character; you didn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to be thinking about you like this, you probably had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or just someone in your life that'll laugh at a loser like him for wanting to imagine a chance with you.

he heard the game-over buzzer of the air hockey machine start to sound out. you and your friend lost, and the winning pair declared a rematch. he watched you and your group talk a bit before they all started to walk away. they were heading towards the token machine to get some more, and you stayed to look after the bags they had left on the floor. pulling out your phone, you started scrolling through your gallery to waste time.

you looked so peaceful, he so badly wanted to know what you were thinking of. for no particular reason, just to have an inner scope into your brain. hands still on his face, he gazed at your tranquil being through his thick lashes as his head was still a bit lowered. he probably looked a little silly like this, like a kindergartener ("tokimitsu!") admiring his first crush playing in mud ("hey tokimitsu!"), but you made him feel so many butterflies by just ("tokimitsu?") being ther-

"TOKIMITSU!!" "AH!? WHAT? WHAT IS IT? I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!". he apologized for... nothing in particular to karasu, who had an unnerved expression plastered on his face, and next to him stood yukimiya with one eyebrow raised. he could see from his peripheral view that reo, bachira, isagi and otoya were almost done with their round of DDR.

"DUDE? CAN YOU ANSWER WHEN WE CALL YO-" "karasu, stop yelling. we're in public." "suck my dick. anyway, are you okay, man? what were you looking at?". tokimitsu didn't respond to that, stuttering, "haaa, it's nothing really. just lost in my thoughts. hehe," but his eyes betrayed him by darting in your direction against his will, making the two boys follow his line of sight.

karasu immediately started to chuckle with a bewildered expression. "tokimitsu, were you CHECKING OUT that girl? i didn't know you had it in you. i have to say, dude, i'm proud of you. you're finally turning into a man."

with a newfound sense of shame, tokimitsu started to defend his image, replying, "c-checking her out? no, i-i-i was just admiring her. I MEAN! no. i wasn't staring at her. she's just a girl y'know- NOT THAT IT'S A BAD THING TO BE JUST A NORMAL PERSON. I DON'T KNOW HER, I SWEAR. I MEAN....". of course, any person with eyes could see that he was totally fibbing. behind them, the other guys started to group around the three after hearing the words "tokimitsu" and "checking out" and "girl". it's just those things that you NEVER hear in the same sentence.

bachira was the first to join in on the fun, asking, "what's going on?" "NOTHI-" "SHUT UP YOU! guys. form a circle."

with a strong shove, tokimitsu was pushed aside by karasu who forced everyone into a circle where he was clearly mumbling god knows what in a mischievous manner. after a few moments and a couple nods, like a hivemind, they all raised their heads and looked at him with something peculiar in their eyes.

he didn't like that. not even a bit.

"umm, what's going on?," he inquired timidly, feeling that nothing good was about to happen. karasu was the first to move towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder with his head down. "we're sorry for everything." confused, tokimitsu stared at him with an almost innocent sort of confusion. "huh." "nagi, bachira, yukimiya. do your thing."

before tokimitsu could register what's going on, he felt 6 arms wrap around his torso and both arms. following that, otoya and reo joined, placing their hands on his chest and stomach to push him backwards in a combined effort. to say he was lost and and confused was an understandment. why were they dragging him away like a captive?

then it dawned on him. they're trying to drag him to you.

they're forcing him to speak to you.

in the microsecond that this realisation hit him, he immediately forced his feet into the ground and tried to slip his arms out of their grasp, which, considering just how jacked he was, proved quite easier than expected. their grip on him started to falter but they seemed to persevere, desperately trying to make this work. grunting, they doubled the force and accelerated their movements, forcing him to take backward steps. when he noticed that the DDR machines were leaving his sight, that's when the panic really started to settle in.

"COME ON GUYS, JUST LET ME GO! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I DON'T WANT THIS, JUST PLEASE, LET ME GO, I'M BEGGING!," he began to somewhat shriek while grabbing at their sleeves or their hands and trying to rid himself of them with no avail. "NO! WE'RE DOING THIS FOR YOU!" "BUT I CAN'T, I DON'T WANT IT."

on any normal day, you would've waited for your friends with no concerns or worries in the world, but when there's a group of boys hauling another boy in what seemed to be your exact direction, you assumed you had to be ready for whatever was about to happen. however, a blue haired boy speedwalked from behind and past them, reaching you in a few seconds' time. he stuck out his hand, you understood he wanted to shake yours.

reciprocating the gesture, he shook your hand and spoke, "karasu tabito. no time for formalities. okay, see, here's the thing," he swiftly put his arm around your back and obliged you to look at tokimitsu being held captive and inching closer to you. "ya' see that guy? the one with the blue backpack? yeah, exactly, the one with the red and green sweater. see, he sooo has the hots for you, he thinks you're really pretty. but unfortunately, he's too much of a coward to do anything so we're delivering him to you. do with that what you will."

he removed his arm and placed them on his hips, watching his mastermind plan come to fruition. you, on the other hand, got the gist of what's going on but you couldn't exactly say you weren't still lost. after some more yelling and resisting, the five guys managed to displace tokimitsu and have him right in front of you. turning him around so he would be face forward, he promptly stopped his movements after seeing that you were right there. right in front of him. gazing at him with confusion but very bright amusement.

he felt his mouth dry up, words stuck at back of his throat with no way of coming out. not in these conditions, not after you watched him get hauled like some freak. karasu winked at him before heading off, followed by the others who gave him thumbs up and whisper-yelled encouraging words.

you watched them leave, then turned your head to gaze at tokimitsu, taking in the redness of his face and the shock in his green, doe eyes. they were really mesmerising. you gave him a grin with your eyebrows raised. "hey."

that simple word made him crumble, sending him into overdrive. your voice was sweeter than anything he had imagined it to be. he tried to muster the courage to speak but miserably failed, stuttering and falling over nonsensical syllables. he gave up in no time, burying his face in his hands, closing his eyes and imagining himself elsewhere far, far away.

he expected you to snarl and ditch him or to even spit harsh words for wasting your time like this. but you did none of those.

he felt a few gentle taps on one of his hands, compelling him to peer at you through his fingers. you wore a good-natured smile on your face, looking content rather than annoyed. "i get it, really. i get super anxious over certain things too. but your friend already told me about what you want to say to me."

oh oh. that couldn't be good. he pressed his hands further into his skin without looking away, waiting for the oncoming rejection and getting turned down.

"you're really cute yourself. and handsome. whichever you like more. could you give me your hand?"

was this real? were you real? no. you had to be an angel of some sort. mindlessly removing both hands from his face and sticking one out, he watched as you took out a ballpoint pen from your bag's outer pocket and scribbled something on his palm.

you lifted your eyes and spoke, "my LINE username. we'll talk on there. is that okay with you?," he retracted his hand to read your handle, noticing the smiley next to where you scribbled. he nodded shyily, not closing his palm so he doesn't sweat off his only method of reconnecting with you. you graced him with another toothy grin before turning around to see your friends waving at you. ah. you had to leave.

you spun around to look at him one last time, waving and taking slow steps backwards. noticing that, he finally uttered his first words to you, "w-wait! what's...what's your name?," determined to put a name on your perfect being. your smile grew a bit more, then you answered, "(last name). (last name) (first name). and you are?"

"tokimitsu. tokimitsu a-aoshi."

"well then, i'll learn more about you later, tokimitsu. bye!" you spun on your foot, speedwalking to where your friends stood. he watched you tell them something that made them all look up and peer at him, then giggle in a very teenage girl fashion, before exiting the arcade, you with them.

tokimitsu stood for a few more seconds before staring down at the palm you had previously gripped with your tender hands. the reality of what just took place hit him harder than anything, the astonishment he was feeling not helping his heart's dangerous rhythm.

he didn't hesitate to immediately copy your LINE user on a piece of paper, since he could never underestimate his sweaty palms. rewriting it, he found himself imitating you and drawing a fun doodle next to your username. except, he didn't draw a smiley like you did.

he drew a heart instead.

<3

-`♡´- berry's post-writing note: TOKIMITSUUUUUUUUUU YOU ARE MY EVERYTHINGGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH THE THINGS I WOULD FOR YOUUU and to you hehehe ANYWAYYYYYYY hope you guys enjoyed reading this cause i enjoyed writing this bitch ong i COOKED and if you guys don't think so uhhhhh skill issue i love anything that has to do with tokimitsu aoshi!! born march 21st favourite food eel doesn't like cream-based foo- BTW IF you're thinking "hmmm reader was supposed to play a rematch HAHAHA IMPLICIT PLOT POINT: your friends were like "fuck it we dont want that anymore call reader over so we can dip" HAHAHAHA YOU DIDNT EXPECT THAT DID YOU!!

[satoriberry]

"there's no ink." "yer kinda cute." - karasu tabito

★ resume: you need to make photocopies of a correction sheet for all 35 of your classmates. also, karasu can't use printers.

★ heads up: karasu is potentially ooc but imo he acts the way he does when it comes to football outside of bllk he's CRINGE BOOOOO, reader has hair that can be tucked behind her ear so it can be short or long yknow and uhhh nothing else ig, maybe just karasu being cringe but what's new. also reader is so fucking sick and tired of people in this so she's a bit rude but its justified :3

★ berry's note: oh wow im WRITING!! [😱😱] n e way, i hate this guy a lot and i cant imagine him excelling at using a printer by himself, so time to make a cutesy scenario out of it where he makes a fool of himself!!! enjoy!! :3

maybe it was because of the big, fat, red "57" that was surely an adequate and representative grade for your work - and not just your geography teacher being a bitch - but for some arbitrary reason, an itch developed in the back of your brain and made you feel a bit less tolerant of stupidity. at least until you get back home and sleep like a comatose patient.

you felt a slight comfort in knowing that even the self-proclaimed class genius got a gut-wrenching 60 on the same test, which isn't the nicest way of finding inner peace, but who cares? besides, geography is for losers who want to make statistics about the declining birth rate, and you couldn't care less about women giving birth to less and less children with each passing decade. strutting down the empty hallway, you gripped the sheet containing the answers to the questions with a bit too much intensity and aggression, slightly creasing it in your hand but you had bigger things to worry about. the printer room.

the godforsaken printer room - that served as the only motive to still keep hallway number 4 of the third floor accessible - possessed a myriad of faults and problems, the worst one being that they rarely kept the ink fresh; 'they' being the student body whose only involvement was that. keeping the ink fresh. they didn't even have to buy it, their only job was checking the printer's ink every 4 to 5 days and replace the cartridge if needed so. but, suprisingly (considering how competent they usually are), no one was bothered enough to accomplish this single task. nevertheless, it seemed that you weren't the student to first stumble upon this inconvenience today. the door to the printer room was slightly ajar and the lights were clearly on, so someone had to be in there.

taking the final steps, you lightly pushed the door all way to the end and gazed upon the wall where the (shitty) printers sat on an alignment of old desks. there was someone, you knew that already, but that someone seemed a bit familiar.

oh. it's that super soccer guy from bambi osaka. kawaru tamiko.

or at least you thought that was his name. you weren't good with names.

he was leaning forward against a table carrying an old canon®, tilting it forward with a grip on either side, and his hair flattened against the wall. almost like a person checking the label on the back of a cargo box that was too heavy to move. he was probably trying to look at the wires in the back, there was no other explanation for such an awkward posture.

it took him a few seconds to notice your presence, partly because he was so engrossed in the printer, and partly because you didn't care enough to say a word and instead opted for standing awkwardly with a hand on the doorframe. he turned his head towards you a first time and immediately went back to the printer before rapidly turning his head towards you again, this time fully absorbing your existence. kawaru abruptly let go of the table, producing a loud noise as it hit the wall, making you slightly wince at the idea of an even more damaged printer. you walked towards him.

running two fingers on the dust coating the surface of the printer, you lazily muttered, "it's not working, is it?", expecting nothing less from junk that was probably in use from before the fall of the soviet union. he had stood up straight and begun to awkwardly swing his arms back and forth, a clear attempt at de-stressing. "err, no, pretty sure there's a wirin' problem," he answered, though you were moreso talking to yourself than him, but that didn't matter.

"and uhh, this button right here hasn' stopped flashin' ever since i turned the thing on. prob'ly needs a technician," he continued, forcing a more assertive tone towards the end. you asked him to show you what button he was talking about, so he eagerly pointed at a flashing button located on the left side control panel of the printer. a button that had the image of an opaque drop on it. a button that had the faded word "ink" written underneath it.

the printer was working fine. it just needed ink.

and he thought it was broken.

you stood there in silence, physically and mentally unable to comprehend how someone can miss such an obvious clue. you didn't take your eyes off the flashing button, breathing quietly, trying your best to not lash out on kawaru. you noticed a frizzy lock of hair sticking out from your head and proceeded to tuck it behind your ear, then put your hand over your mouth in an attempt to hide your frustration, eyes still on the flashing button.

karasu, on the other hand, was waiting next to you, though his eyes were moreso fixated on you than the printer. did he know you? he didn't think so, but you seemed like someone he can find interest in, definitely the thinker kind since you appeared to be pondering a solution to this ordeal in a rather sophisticated manner. other questions flowed through his mind: what class were you in? were you a 3rd year? were you in the advanced course? did you have any mutual friends? did you do any extracurriculars? did you like soccer? have you ever been to one of his matches? he couldn't stop the flow of possiblities as to how to get to know you.

"there's no ink." "yer kinda cute."

you slowly turned your head to face him, body stiff and unmoving. he realized how outlandish the comment he just made was, and possibly inappropriate considering the circumstance.

"huh?" "what?"

you blinked at him with gradually developing bewilderment, fully certain that you heard what you heard but that didn't change the fact that you weren't awaiting that from him.

and sadly, you couldn't say that it displeased you. the opposite actually.

"i err, i...anyway, you said ink? there's a few cartridges in the desk's cubby. whaddya need? black? magenta? cyan? yellow?", he started to speak again at a fast pace, wanting to get done with this interaction and dwell in sorrow from his incapacity to talk to cute girls. "black's fine," you answered, looking away to make it less embarrassing from him. he dug in the cubby for a moment, hand banging the sides of the metal compartment before he got hold of a blocky object. he read the cartridge's sticker and made sure it was black ink before standing up again.

you expected him to press the button that dislodged the upper half of the machine and replace the cartridge, however, he stood quietly, fiddling with it while nervously looking at and away from you multiple times. oh. he doesn't know how to replace ink. exhaling through your nostrils, you stuck out your hand, wordlessly demanding him to hand it over - an order he prompty followed.

karasu felt you snatch the cartridge before he could even fully place it on your palm, making him feel even more guilty for wasting your time. he watched as you effortlessly pressed a series of buttons, took out things, replaced things and before he knew it, you snapped the top of the printer back on, which caused the flashing button to stop doing so. was he a loser or were you just a printer connoisseur? he didn't care enough to think of an answer though, he was once again focused on subtly seducing you and make you notice his more pleasant qualities.

you chose to ignore him for the rest of your stay in the printer room, procuring 35 copies of the sheet and preparing to leave when you felt a hand (his hand) lightly tap you on your back.

"yes?," you said, though you recognize you could have said it with a bit less bluntness in your voice. he took no notice of this however, and asked, "what's yer name? i think we've met before."

"(last name) (first name). no, we've never met, or at least i don't think we did," you replied before staring at him with more attention than before, noticing a few details about him that you missed. for example, the mole on his upper left cheek, or the weird angle at which his hair was styled. what kind of fucking product would you need for that?

"ah, hahaha, my bad, i was prob'ly thinkin' of someone else. umm, i...i meant what i said earlier," he mumbled his words more and more. you raised an eyebrow, not getting what he meant by 'what i said earlier', before remembering that he had called you cute. oh, right. that happened.

you involuntarily flashed a face of understanding, then lowered your head to bite your cheek. you didn't want to look like a loser while trying to hide your smile, a smile you rarely gave to guys with bad flirting skills, albeit this one was of the more good-looking variety so you can superficially excuse his lack of skills. "thanks, that was very sweet. i wasn't expecting it but it's still sweet. thank you."

"i can help ya' carry those papers to your classroom, that looks a bit heavy-"

"it's fine, really. but i do have a question. what's your name?"

his expression changed from nervous suaveness to a giddy grin, feeling honoured that you were interested in his name. "karasu tabito. i play for the local youth team, bambi osaka. you didn't ask fer that but, y'know...," ah. that was his name. karasu tabito. kawaru sounded a bit too childish for a guy like him.

"karasu tabito. yeah, i've seen you play. you're fun to watch." you tried to lighten the mood a bit cause the boy was seconds away from developing a rash if he kept scratching his neck like that.

"fun to watch? me? oh, thanks. i've been called a 'good player' and 'excellent' even, but 'fun', i've never gotten that before. w-whaddya mean by that though? what's fun, my playstyle or my presence or-,"

you couldn't afford wasting any more time than you already have, so cutting him off, you replied, "fun as in watching you in your element is rather entertaining, i don't do much sport outside of PE, but i can tell you love what you do. sorry, i have to leave, my teacher is gonna be up my ass about taking so much time."

karasu's lips formed a thin line, bitter about not making much of this exchange. and before he could even hold himself back, his mouth let out, "wanna watch my practice after school? you don't have to stay fer the whole thing, jus' to show you how i play outside of official matches."

"sure."

"what? hu-"

"i said, 'sure'. i'll watch you, i'll even stay for the whole practice, i've got nothing. catch you at the shoe lockers, bye."

and with that (plus a quick smile to soften the blow), you speedwalked out of the printer room and began to go down what felt like a dozen floors.

you didn't allow yourself to think about what happened up there, to avoid cringing at your bizarre attitude and not think about the fact that a (weird) guy you would consider somewhat out of your league, just asked you to watch him play.

bonus!!

lunch break finally rolled around, and your friends typically hung out in an obscure part of the courtyard to eat while hiding their cellphones from any faculty members. checking your messages, you noticed an instagram dm from someone whose username already crossed your mutual recommendations but you never took the time to open their profile.

kr_tabito23.

-> coach is sick but i still want an excuse to talk to you

-> there's this really rad crepe shop in namba parks

-> im paying :]

-> you can't say no

-> lol kidding

-> sorry that was weird

you giggled at whatever he was trying to achieve, he was definitely a dork. you didn't mind that.

-> sure. still gonna catch you at the shoe lockers c:

and somewhere in the school, on the opposite side of the main building, next to the fountain where he and his friends usurped the benches, karasu jumped from his seat and into the air, bumping his fist and yelling unintelligible words while his friends watched, confused but happy for their normally cool and collected fellow.

★ berry's post-writing note: guys im gonna be honest i hate the ending my inspiration juice ran out so i just came up with something but i feel like it could've been a bit better. still happy that i wrote something cause ive been in a long ass writer's block since?? what??? february? anyway, criticism is always accepted and uhh thank you for reading till the end!! <3

[satoriberry]

niko ikki crushing on you!! :>

❥ summary: headcanons with a pining niko [requested by anon]

❥ pairing: niko ikki x gn!reader

❥ watch out for: nothing!! just cute stuff with some crack + reader is oblivious asf btw not proofread

- let me preface by saying that i love this guy so much

- ok lets start

- you're a student at his school and you just happen to catch his attention

- maybe it was your charm, maybe it was the kindness that you treated everyone with unconditionally, but whatever it was, it pulled on his heart strings and made him a sucker for you

- you're just so perfect and beautiful and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <- representation of his thoughts about you

- everytime you walk past him, he just feels the urge to turn around and pull you into his arms but he can't because no.

- that's not how real life works

- even if you're not in the same class as him, he'd still try to find where you're hanging out in the school so he can sit far away and.....observe you.

- he does that a lot. his afro allows him to hide his eyes so you wouldn't tell whether he was staring at your or not

- doesnt have the courage to talk to you directly, but whenever he can, he tries to join conversations with mutual friend groups. he gets to hear your voice more closely :)

- he's an avid anime watcher (canon) and what he watches is influenced by his current life status

- so when he falls for you, you bet your ass he's watching all them cheesy shoujo anime where the male love interest is a suave, cool hottie so he can project onto him

- but at the same time, he feels so cringe because he thinks you'd definitely see him as some kind of weird loser with no social life

- tries to understand you by piecing together stuff his friends and classmates say about you, like favourite colour, food, celebrity, movie etc

- buys merch of your favourite band in hopes that it'll catch your attention and you'll walk up to him to talk :(

- he's bad at dropping signals and thinks that the most subtle gestures will attract you. they don't. you're too fucking dumb.

- his friends tease him for that a lot

- "bro, doodling their favourite character on your notebook will not make them notice you" "shut the fuck up, you don't know shit."

- seriously, he's so romantically inexperienced and doesn't know how to go about it

- during a particularly windy day, his bangs flew up and revealed his eyes when you were sitting on the rooftop (him alone and you with your friends). he ran off from embarrassment but left behind the book he was reading

- later that day, you walked up to him to return his book and while doing that, you slipped a complement about his eyes and how they were cute

- he screamed into his pillow when he got back home.

- but!!!! he can now talk to you!!

- buys your preferred candy by "accident" and gives it to you because "he pressed the wrong button on the vending machine"

- loves the little smile you wear when enjoying it ♡

- started to give you little acknowledgement nods when crossing each other in hallways. his brain melts when you nod back with a grin

- he daydreams about you a lot and even does that dreamy sigh thing with his cheek against his palm

- he....

- he has a manifestation journal and sporadically writes affirmations with your name in them...

- anyways.

- wants to invite you to soccer practice so you can watch him pull off sick tricks but doesnt know howwww >:/

- asks his friends to say good stuff about him so you can think he's cool

- "yeah niko regularly helps at a cat shelter", "he tutors my brother every sunday", "ive seen him adopt strays"

- at some point they started to say some ridiculous things so he had to force them to stop 💀💀

- watches your mannerisms closely and subconsciously copies them

- the way you open your drinks, tap your feet against the floor to make sure your shoes fit right, pop your neck in specific directions

- when he realizes what he's doing, he buries his face in his hands and lets out a high pitched scream with his face turning into a dark shade of pink

- gets really mushy when thinking about you, writes your name in hearts a lot

- turns into a mess when you're cheerfully talking to him about something you like

- once caught you napping in the library and took it upon himself to sit next to you and make sure nothing bad happens

- by the way that's a lie because nothing that bad could've happened and he wanted to gaze at your calm sleeping figure

- literally squealed as he watched you softly adjust your head on your arms

- so. we can conclude by saying that niko is really awkward when it comes to you and he has some pretty unorthodox methods of expressing his feelings, but he never loses hope that, maybe one day, you'll see him in the same light (he's a dumbass that can't see you already do)

[satoriberry]

more miscellaneous tokimitsu aoshi headcanons !! ^0^

watch out for: maybe a tinge of angst but nothing serious. not proofread!! tagging @tokimitski <33

mastered zoning out to the point where he could go a whole day while mentally somewhere else if he wanted to but he never does because something eventually happens (aka 18 minutes after the zoning out starts) and he has to reconnect to earth, so he's a bit of a paradox

has the most oddly SPECIFIC list of irrational fears

"buses with single-person seats that are far off the ground scare me :(" "i dont like going to grocery stores that have vegetable sections with a really high ceiling, they make me feel small" "i avoid walking next to trees during autumn and winter because i always have this feeling the branches will crack and fall on me" BRO????

he has respect for everyone but particularly admires yukimiya (brains and looks), otoya (rizz) and bachira (personality). basically everything that he lacks <- (objectively incorrect btw except for the rizz :3)

favourite haribo bear is the pineapple one

the guy that goes vegan after every animal documentary he watches but fails after 3 days because his mom worked really hard on dinner and he doesn't want to see her sad :(

likes watching makeup removal videos, especially the asmr ones

chronic back pain from always folding into himself

has a really lowkey friendship with nagi

gets along really well with zantetsu (their friendship is cute i know it argue with my left nut)

unironically still believes in those chain messages, like the curse of carmen winstead and all that 😨

has chubby cheeks that are terrifyingly squeezeable

projectile vomited at his cousin's 10th birthday party after eating cake then doing 6 rounds of just dance

he has never returned to that cousin's house again

shoujo lover, faves are kimi ni todoke and mermaid melody

during peak summer temperatures, freckles on his shoulder and neck start to become visible

sometimes wonders if his eyes are too weird or off putting (cause they're really big yknow)

has a strong "follow the crowd" mentality (am i implying that's the reason he entered blue lock.....we may never know)

LIVES FOR HEAD SCRATCHES

please give him pats or scratch his head lightly

if he's freaking out and you start doing it, he melts into you and starts to get eepy :>

....sometimes wakes up with his thumb between his lips....

hoarder because of emotional attachment to ANYTHING

at some point definitely went a whole school year without participating in a single class

a bit of a himbo

^ shidou once said that to him and he still doesnt know whether to take it nicely or badly

weighted blanketed connoisseur

HATES IKEA SO MUCH OH MY GOD NEVER TAKE HIM THERE

he's gone there a total of 5 times and every single time, he got lost. he had to curl up in a corner and wait for his group to come look for him

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miscellaneous tokimitsu aoshi headcanons (currenty exploding with love for this guy lets just do this)

watch out for: shidou ryusei, maybe slight tokiaryu but its platonic lol

has stomach issues from being so stressed all the time. give the boy a laxative pls :(

his favourite fruit is mangoes. sits in his home all summer eating them to the point where you could see mango juice stains all over his face (yknow, like spaghetti sauce on lil babies)

since he doesn't like cream based desserts (source: in the manga books somewhere, not sure cause i got this from twitter translations lol), he can't really join the guys when they're getting icecream which makes him sad but aryu insists on getting sorbet with him because "dairy causes me to breakout". in reality, its because he doesnt want aoshi to feel left out

used to have braces from ages 11-14 and literally gets flashbacks of that era

almost had his first kiss during a spin-the-battle game at a party in his first year but chickened out last second

doesn't like chewy candy like starbursts or hard gummies because the amount of force needed to chew on them puts him edge (calm down its just candy lmfao)

kind of popular between the girls, but not the ones from his class cause they know how much of a worry-worm he is

does not understand shidou, like, at all. especially his hair. they were in the showers once and tokimitsu attempted to compliment the blonde dye in his hair, but then shidou was like "its not dyed, its natural". tokimitsu proceeded to physically turn 180° and pretend he didnt open his mouth in the first place

even though he's really proud of his physique and muscles, he sometimes gets jealous of those guys that can rock really baggy clothes without their body's silhouette being visible :(

has a fascination with hair textures, eg: wavy, curly, coily. he has plain hair so he finds it so interesting how hair can have different shapes

a good swimmer but the idea of drowning overpowers his want to swim more often

if you asked him 'who's the hottest player you've ever seen' he'll say aryu cause he has no real answer. but, subconciously, he knows its oliver.

helps old people cross the street, even if its inconvenient for him

a bitch for noise-cancelling headphones. they save his life when public noises are too stimulating

likes collecting cute socks as a hobby but doesnt tell anybody about it

INSANELY jealous of people with nice nails or simply decent ones because his are so worn down from all the biting and stress chewing

favourite type of clothes are basketball shorts and crewneck sweaters

his skin is so soft its crazy. he doesnt even care about it but at all times he's??? just??? shining???? glistening and bright.

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headcanons-to-humanize!

today's victim: sina rintarou! ♡

- he likes to take photos because he has a fear of forgetting all the good moments he experiences...

- also gets FOMO a lot, especially since he's not the most approachable person ever and he doesn't like that.

- photos of people make up the minority of his gallery, it's mostly nature, sites, his sister and signs or billboard that make him giggle when read out of context.

- he cried HORRIBLY during and after 'Grave of the Fireflies', especially since Setsuko and Seita remind him of his sister and himself.

- had a neon shirt phase in primary school, no one said anything because.....no.

- chokes on air. a lot. like, a lot. he hates life because of this.

- is a strong 'tiny spoon, big bowl' enthusiast, contrary to his sister who monstrously eats her cereal from her tiny kiddy bowl with a giant spoon. that's the suna family divide.

- owns a chef top hat for no particular reason. sometimes, he puts his pikachu plushie inside of it to pretend he's linguine and pikachu is remy.

- likes otome games. the kind to giggle and kick his legs against his bed while saying, "of course himiko-chan, ill accompany you to the festival as your date."

- makes those fucking fairy videos with his sister AGAKSGKSSAAAAAAAAAA NOOO THE IMAGE IS TOO MUCH FOR ME.

- eats tomatoes like apples sometimes. ginjima judges him for that.

- unironically used to say "pog" or "poggers" when something cool happened. that's his 3 am awkward moment remembrance fuel.

- doesn't tell anyone, but sometimes he forgets if atsumu is the one with the gray hair or if that's osamu. has called both with the incorrect name on several occasions but they think it's him being a goofy. he's not. he's taking that to the grave.

- a really romantic individual at heart. the idea of being held by somebody and being loved by said person makes him go "OWAOWOAOWA", y'know?

- has freckles on his shoulders, atsumu thinks that's cool and is very jealous of that.

- has once said, "i'd pay aran to let me bite his glistening pecs, they look scrumptious" while in the changing rooms with the other 2nd years. aran was in one of the shower stalls, and he yelled, "I'M HERE AND MY ANSWER IS FUCK NO."

- likes the smell of a girls' shampoo. if a girl walks by, he subconsciously notes the scent of her shampoo because he's like that. favourites are apple, lime and blueberry scented ones.

- the kind of bitch to take aesthetic photos in those y2k girl poses. it's horrible because he unironically looks hot while doing it.

- LOVESSSS vintage posters. from soda posters to movie posters to commercial posters, if it's vintage, he's getting it.

- likes to make his own coffee. has the whole gear aka a coffee grinder, a french press and a brew jar etc.

- owns a crop top but only wears it at home. only the team knows about it.

- falls easily for older girls. when he was 14, he had a crush on a 19 year old girl that lived next door. he would do subtle things like loudly express how good he was at taking care of his sister or just how talented he was at volleyball to impress her. the day he found out she had a boyfriend, his life crumbled and he went through a 'dhmu, streaks 🔥, only real ones know' phase.

- his laugh sounds like something between a teapot and a train whistle.

- when 'Gangnam Style' came out, he bought Psy's fit from the video to recreate it in his room. he buried this deep in his brain to try and forget it. (keyword: try)

- he's not shy, just less expressive. he hates the idea of being judged if he were more open about himself.

- catfishes on horny discord servers for nitro

- "Cruel Angel's Thesis" is his jam. you play that song, he's busting our his funky dance moves

- sees himself in Camilo from "Encanto".

- best subject is biology, worst subject is geography. doesn't understand how or why he needs to make a connection between sea levels rising and the travel industry gradually losing revenue.

- doesn't know how to take compliments. just goes "ahaha, yeah, thanks". he's working on it shhhh.

- tells atsumu that osamu is his favourite twin, and vice versa with osamu because he's a little shite.

- is really into ancient egyptian history. he can pull up a powerpoint presentation and spend 2 hours talking about it.

- he once considered starting a boyfriend roleplay ASMR channel when his crush said, "your voice is really soothing, i like it."

- gobbles up blueberries like they're his life source. likes the more tart ones.

↬ Berry's after-writing note: WOOHOO humanization complete! almost, idk. i might make this a serie where i write a bunch of headcanons foe the characters with most unsavoury fandom representations because some of them are....questionable...anyways, i hope you enjoyed :3

[satoriberry]

whore activities . . . .

⊛ summary: karasuno characters and what they feel about maid dresses.

⊛ warnings: no actual whore activities are described </3, 2.85/5 level suggestive, men/women in maid dresses because idk, excessive usage of the the word "whore" (?), intended lowercase.

⊛ berry's note: ahaha! catfished! anyways, maid dresses cute, hq cast is cute, it makes sense that im even thinking of this. enjoy (pls leave comments or constructive criticism :3)

• sawamura daichi: thought you were joking at first, ended up wearing it because you were literally begging on the floor with your wallet over your head.....too amazed by how nice he looks. he was particularly a fan of the stockings (he took selfies in those gym bro poses while also elegantly holding the skirt between his index and thumb).

• sugawara koushi: heard the words "maid dress" and immediately said "yes". took too many photos of himself and may or may not have shown them to the team. pretended to be a real maid and purposefully spilled a drink on himself (precisely down the square neckline area so it's all over his chest) in an attempt to seduce you. realized 4 milliseconds afterwards that he ruined the dress with tropical fruit juice. RIP dress, it lived for 54 minutes.

• azumane asahi: stared at you wide eyed when you proposed the idea, gave in because he didn't want to make you feel sad and it could be a fun fashion experience (and also because he wanted to see if he'd look cute in a frilly dress lmfao). he was shy the whole time but inside, he was like "wow i look hot" because he objectively did look hot. favourite garment was the headband, because.....headbands. wore it on a few more occasions for shits and giggles, never told the team though.

• shimizu kiyoko: stared at you for a solid 15 seconds before saying "no". im sorry. you'd be the one wearing the dress in this scenario, she prefers seeing you in it than herself, and besides, who wouldn't wanna make kiyoko happy <3. blushed when you showed her what you look like, took advantage of the opportunity to shower you with compliments to see you get flustered (she's evil).

• nishinoya yuu: yes and yes. yes to wearing it, and yes to having you wear it. he's more excited for himself though because the guy loves wearing skirts (canon? idk shsjshjs). complimented himself provocatively in front of a mirror with you next to him. he's so shameless istg, turning left and right to get a good look of himself. really liked the bow that's tied from behind. contrary to his previous reaction, he was stunned into silence when you wear it, just sat there like 👁👁. liked seeing you twirl in it because yes.

• tanaka ryuunosuke: he bought it before you even asked him. he had the idea ages ago so he already owns one. has worn it on multiple occasions around his house (saeko pretended to not notice. she did. she judges him.) he made you wear it as a dare even though you would've done it either way. took like 50 polaroid photos of you in it, both good and bad angles. may or may not have one in his phone case on all times (he loves you okay???). is a whore for stockings so that's probably his favourite part of the outfit.

• hinata shouyo: was excited by the idea, ended up being too nervous to leave his bathroom after changing. he thinks he looks silly, so you'd have to encourage him to come out and if he does, DO NOT STARE AT HIM! he called this "an introspective soul experience" aka him seeing if he's fitting for such a peculiar fashion piece or no. on the flipside, you + maid dress = everybody finding it because he can't keep his mouth shut about it. even his classmates know about you wearing it. he has no range so keep him close.

• kageyama tobio: doesnt get the buzz. said it's nothing special while looking at the photo on the purchase site. bought the long modest looking ones because "authentic is best". was utterly flabbergasted when you said "go ahead and try it", he thought it was YOU trying it on, but he gave in because of slight interest. he doesn't look good in it, im sorry. physically, he looked like hot snatch but it was his posture and his facial expression that ruined it. he looked constipated, probably clenching his ass underneath, he was wearing this awkward grimace and overall, he did not have a good time. he much preferred seeing you in it; pretended to be a real customer when you served him chips ahoy on a plate, and he even tipped you! :D

• tsukishima kei: you'd think he'd be the most reluctant, even more than kiyoko, but he was surprisingly easy to convince. he made up his mind after you promised to 1) not tell anyone, 2) wear it first and 3) pretend to be a real maid while he checks you out shamelessly. he chose the ones that came with the cute puffy sleeves (he's a whore but he's a whore for you before anything). after you went through the most humiliating experience of your life, it was his time and....he was too tall for it. he didn't think of the skirt's length so it reaches his upper thighs. normally that would make him feel scandalous but it was genuinely so not his size, he found it unbearable. the only thing that looked good is the choker but that wasn't enough to compensate for his dissatisfaction.

• yamaguchi tadashi: the only reason he agreed is because he watched maid sama as a little kid and he thought the ladies looked really hot, so he wanted to look like them. the gloves made him feel so badass, which was funny because the puffy skirt and the collar were the complete opposite. roamed around his house with a feather duster saying shit like "oops i forgot a spot" or "how embarrassing it would be if i flashed you my bouncing bubble booty", it was ironic dw. you recreated a shoujo scene with you kabedoning him while he fake stuttered cutesy stuff in a high pitched voice, sent it to tsukishima who then blocked you both.

• yachi hitoka: melted, evaporated, condensed and went though the water cycle when you made your wish known. she didn't know how to feel because, on one hand, you're gonna see her in a dress that's made for young women that work in cafés whose target demographic is men, which felt weird. on the another hand, that dress is really cute and it comes in pastel colours too! solution was the following: you both buy a dress and roleplay the thing together. she didn't want to feel awkward by herself :(. also she's a sucker for couple activities, it would only make sense that you wear matching dresses for cute photos and other....stuff. no elaboration :3 favourite item is the shiney black mary janes, she really likes their tap tap tap against the floor.

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mommy/daddy issues :(...

he understands how horrible it is to feel...lost, left out and alone for the big world. he understands what feeling insufficient or unworthy of affection was like. he knows how bad it is when you're close to getting someone's affection and have it slip through your fingers like sand.

he feels sorry for you and the childhood you missed out on, the desire you have to be someone's no.1 and not feel like a burden to people. it hurts him to see you put yourself down and be so nonchalant about how perfect you actually were.

he treats you with gentleness so keen, his touch felt like the only place you could find comfort. he never hesitates to embrace you tenderly, to kiss your face and whisper sweet praise that set off your heart and had your eyes sting. he looks at you with the most tender of love in his eyes, not hesitating to express his adoration for you. he wipes your tears whenever you cry while reassuring you, stroking your head and placing gentle kisses on your eyes.

he wants you to rest easy, to feel his love for you and make you feel like the only person in the world, and if it meant going through hell and back for it, so be it.

↬ USHIJIMA, Osamu, Kita, Reon, Kuroo, Asahi, Daichi, BOKUTO, Iwaizumi, AONE, Akiteru, Oikawa

all works posted belong to ©satoriberry 2021. reports, modifications and plagiarism are strictly prohibited.

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Hi, I hope ur having a nice dayyy and I hope you're staying warm for the holidays.

I wanted to request a tsukishima x fem!reader, oikawaxfem!reader and daichi x fem!reader of lil short stories of them playing with the readers rings on their hands. And the reader gets all shy because it's their first attempt at self love and is so grateful that they like what she likes.

Ya, I hope that's okay, I dunno if your requests are open but if it is, have fun writing!

↬ Currently growing: First steps towards self love :]

↬ Starring: Tsukishima Kei + Oikawa Tooru + Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

↬ Watch out for: Nothing! However, not proof-read eat my ass >:(

↬ Berry's note: APOLOGIES TO ANON FOR ANSWERING THIS LATE

They were one of the first things he noticed about you, and accordingly, found to be cute.

You wore those rings almost everyday without fail, every time in a random order or different number then the previous day. You had a habit of twisting then when you’d visibly get nervous, but other than that, you never took them off.

‘Y/N, I have a question.’

Sitting together on a bench behind the school, you two enjoyed your lunch in each other's company with no one around.

‘Yeah sure, what's up?’

Picking up a rolled egg, he continued, ‘I've noticed that you always wear rings. Not that it's a bad thing, the opposite actually, I just want to know if there's a certain reason behind it.’

You stopped chewing for a second before continuing, a tiny smile on your face. ‘I guess that they make me feel better about myself. I like my rings, and whenever I can feel them on my fingers, I feel more secure. It may sound silly, crazy even, and I wouldn't blame you for thinking so.’

‘I think it's a really good thing. I'd never mock you for being like that.’

Turning your head to look at him, you saw how hard he was gazing at you, a certain firmness to his expression. Slightly stunned, you let out a tiny, ‘Oh’, before grinning wider.

His gaze dropped, looking at your left hand that was twirling your thumb ring. Looking away for a moment, he raises his head to give you a small smile, one that he always gives you before doing something he catgeorized as "disgustingly romantic". He reached for both of your hands, feeling their warmth in his own, and placing a kiss on your knuckles. "I adore you and your rings. I wouldn't want to stop wearing them."

You felt your heart beat like crazy, the tension of the moment getting to your head and making you feel dizzy. "Yeah, a-huh." You almost robotically responded from how nervous you felt. Tsukishima wasn't lacking the ability to be affectionate, however, this was the sort of thing he only did when he wanted to see you as flustered as could be.

And it wasn't only you. He felt his face get warmer by how bold he was being, and gently let go of your hands to continue sipping in his juice box, saying, “Good. Now stop looking at me like and finish your lunchbox, we have a history project to discuss.”

You felt a bit pissy at how he shys away from being lovey-dovey with you, but it's moments like these that make you be more and more infatuated with him. Especially with the fact that he kept a constant light grip on your hand as the two of you worked out the project plan.

‘So you see, now that we've got three values, we can just cross multiply to get x², then you can find its square root. Did ya' understand?’.

His peppy voice was a joy to listen to. Oikawa proposed to assist you with Algebra (even though you never asked in the first place), and when you asked him why, he said it’s because, “You deserve nothing but the most accurate of knowledge. Also, you’re my adorable partner and I don’t want you failing a class.” Quite frankly, you were insulted because you were no where near failing Algebra, it was just a few questions that you didn’t really understand, but when he sets himself a goal, he doesn’t let go until it’s completed.

‘Im’ma getcha some more juice, just stay here, okay?’ He chirped, abruptly standing up before exiting his room and stumbling towards the kitchen. You giggled to yourself, he really was too cute to exist. You started to think about some random things until he comes back, your fingers impulsively reaching for the rings you had on. You began to toy with them. Taking some off, putting them back on, twisting them.

You shortly halted your movements as the door gently opened and Oikawa tip-toed into the room, whispering, ‘Okay, so my mom made some banana pudding but don’t tell her that I got us some, she’ll chew me out. Alright?’. You nodded your head mindlessly, still playing with the rings. That clearly caught his attenttion, as he placed the two bowls while gazing at your curiously. He leaned his head against his cheek at kept staring at you, a little grin plastered on his face. ‘Love? What’re you doing?’

Snapping out of whatever that was, you felt how intense his staring felt and nervously chuckled as a result, 'Nothing really, just that...these rings make me feel better about a lot of things.' Your answer definitely made him even more confused than before, as he tileted his head to the side comically. 'Well, I guess you could say that during a period of my life, I was never satisfied with who I was or what I did. Thankfully, that's changing now and everytime I feel proud of the person I am, I get myself a ring.'

Almost instantly, his arms found you and held you in a dangerously strong embrace. It took him no less than a few seconds to start peppering light kisses on your left cheek and muttering sweet nonsense. He halted his ritual before starting to speak, his lips close to your ear. 'Y/N, sunshine, darling, I love you so much. You're so sweet and so nice to me that anytime you do anything trivial, I feel my heart flutter and I get the overwhelming urge to crush you -in a hug of course- and make you feel like the only woman in the world.'

He planted a gentle kiss next to your ear, and started again, 'I'm so happy that you can appreciate the person that you are. Though, of course, I'll make sure to live you 10 times more each and every day.' He crawled and placed himself on your lap, his body enveloping yours and showing no sign of letting go anytime soon.

'Tooru, the algebra?'

'Fuck maths, you're my favourite subject.'

'And so you see, he asked her out in front of everybody, and I mean everybody. She looked like she was going to die, poor girl. If I was ever in her shoes, I would've died honestly.'

'Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying. What did she say?'

Sitting on your dressing table's stool, you chatted off your Friday evening with Daichi, who was sitting on your bed, playing with an ugly plushie he personally found adorable. ("Anything that Y/N owns holds a beauty you two can't understand", Daichi, to Suga and Asahi upon seeing it for the first time.)

He giggled to himself poking the creature's nose, however, an aggressive rummaging around caught his attention. He watched you as you shoved your hands into drawers and more drawers in an attempt to find God knows what. 'Bubs, did you see where I put my rings before my shower?' You suddenly asked him, your voice leaving a hint of desperation behind.

'No, not really. Maybe they're in the living room.' He rose from the bed to assist you in your search, heading for the aforementioned part of the house.

After a few minutes of searching, you'd found them. Assembled in a neat order, on the bath room's counter were your rings. You let out a fatigued sigh and reached out to out them on one by one. Placing his head on your shoulder and his arms around your stomach, Daichi watched as you placed your accessories on. 'Ya' really like these rings, dontcha? Are they a gift from someone or?' He said.

You opened your mouth to speak a first time, then closed it. You were clearly thinking about what to say, and when you finally found the words, you tilted your head slightly to rest it on his. 'If giving yourself something was considered gifting and not splurging, then yes. I got them around the same time I promised myself to stop being a downer about who I am and to make a positive change. They're like, a reminder for my milestones, I guess you could say that.'

You weren't sure what to expect after that mouthful. Him to find your habit weird? Bizarre? Too cliché? Maybe, but it didn't matter what he was going to say, as he opted for a more physical approach. He buried his head against your neck, the sugary perfume you'd put on not too long ago still lingering. He intertwined his fingers with yours to then place kisses on each one of your rings and finally, the backs of your hands.

'Thank you for letting me know. It sounds a bit weird but getting to know something like that makes me closer to you. You're so perfect to me and definitely to other people, I'll make sure to never let you forget that.'

All of a sudden, he stood straight and stared off at the empty space.

'Y/N?'

'Yes?'

'Did we turn off the oven like your mother asked us to?'

↬ Berry's after-writing note: THIS IS SOOO OLDDDD IM SO SORRY ANON 😭😭😭 its funny how im tryna get back in the groove again even though school starts again tomorrow 💀

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KABEDON.

t. kei + m. issei affectuating the extremely attractive wall slam™ (either already doing it, or going to do it). also uhhh 6/10 on the suggestive scale (nothing explicit dw)

↬ Tsukishima couldn't resist it. The nervous stuttering, the wobbly smile, the restlessness of your hands, the way your head lowers so you could avoid his gaze, the broken voice, all of it. He could spend the rest of the day sweet-talking you and watching you become an adorable mess. His favourite thing ever is placing his hands on your chin, raising your head so he could look you right in the eyes.

"Hmm...what's wrong, honey?"

"Just taken aback, that's all....

"Aw, come on my love, I'm just closing in the insignificant distance between us, to look at you closer. Aren't you so pretty from up close?"

"Kei, I appreciate the thought but just because we're doing homework in an empty classroom doesn't mean no one could walk in on us."

"And? Even better. Give them a show, with you as the star, of course."

He dislikes cheesy love tactics, he really does, but after he realized that having you against a wall with nowhere to go other than his arms turned you into such an adorable mess, maybe dislike was too much of a strong word...

↬ Matsukawa doesn't consider himself possessive, he understands you have a life of your own but it doesn't mean that there aren't moments where he wants to show you just how much he loved being yours, and you being his. You were doing nothing really, just reading a book while walking next to him. Next thing you know, you had your back to the hallway wall with both his hands on either side of your head.

"What....are you doing?"

"You didn't give me my good luck kiss this morning."

"Your what now?"

"You kiss me every morning before we split and go to our classes, but you didn't this morning."

"Ah, sorry, I was kind of busy with this book. Our literature teacher asked us to finish it for Tuesday so I-"

"Nah, fuck the book."

One second he cut you off, and the other was him cupping your face to have you feel his lips against your own. He tasted like lemon candy, the one you gave to him earlier. With slow movements, he'd widened the kiss to the point that you felt his tongue against your own, the sensation sending goosebumps up and down your arms. Lips and mouth gone numb, you reached for his shoulder to hold on to something from how overwhelmin-

"What do you two think you're doing?"

Fuck, maybe you should've kept reading the damned book...

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not proofread, just a tiny idea that popped up while i was thinking of him <3...

tsukishima kei is so...pretty.

whenever you told him that, he'd cock his head and scoff, treating your objectively true opinion like it's some cock and bull story. and quite frankly, you didn't like that. not one bit.

doesn't he see just how ethereal he looks early in the morning, when he stumbles clumsily out of his bedroom to perch on one of the kitchen stools, his hair tousled and a dopey smile on his face. he doesn't hesitate to approach you sometimes and place his head on your shoulder, warm body engulfing yours. he'd be completely silent except for a gentle and low, "hi...".

or when you succeed to make him nervous, whether that be by looking extra pretty or by complimenting something that he's not confident about. he tries and fails to hide the red that covers his nose and ears, as well as the wide grin that makes the apples of his cheeks more prominent.

or maybe even during the winter season, when he begs you to not drag him outside in the snow and instead, convinces you to stay in with his DVD player and two mugs of hot chocolate. maybe it's because of the weather, but he becomes more touchy and clingy, wrapping his arms around you and letting you lay your head on his chest.

you can feel his soft breath against your ear, and if you look up and away from the screen, you'd definitely see how red his nose is from the cold or the dreamy expression he wears when he's enjoying himself.

you take every opportunity you can find to admire his beauty. when he's sleeping, tired and exhausted from harsh trainings or when he's serenely reading the book you recommended him. as creepy as it sounds, you can stare at him for eternity and the first time you said that to him, he stared at you like you had four heads.

tsukishima may not understand why you always insist on calling him "pretty", but the gentle touches and the dreamlike gaze you have when looking at him are starting to give him a clue.

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christmas special-ish-ey ig(???)

summary: how various characters would react to being under a mistletoe with you (their crush. not in a relationship yet tho <3)

warnings: uhhh swearing and kissing and christmas lolol? + rusty writing bitch tryna get back in the zone so beware of how bad this is!!!

giddy fuckers. they were hoping for it but they didn't expect it to actually happen, so when they saw your eyes slightly go wide while looking up, they went from ":D?" to ":O" and they were giggling like a love drunk fool after getting a smooch from you <333

↬ TENDOU, NISHINOYA, sugawara, mika, YUKIE, TERUSHIMA, akagi, LEV, saeko, sarukui, kindaichi, yahaba, HINATA, akiteru, BOKUTO, michimiya, komori

↬ pretends it was planned (it wasn't) to impress you but it was clear as fucking day it wasn't. got really nervous but you could see them smiling REALLY hard when the kiss was over!1!1!!

↬ OIKAWA, tsukishima, KUROO, matsukawa, GOSHIKI, futakuchi, osamu, komi, ATSUMU, alisa, kaori, hirugami (debatable)

dies like 5 times on the spot before panicking. apologizes and moves out of the way but when they realize you actually want to complete the tradition, they die one more time before hurriedly kissing you on the cheek and running off to a corner. they were really happy dw dw <3

↬ YACHI, YAMAGUCHI, ASAHI, kindaichi, watari, AONE, matsukawa, akaashi, shibiyama, reon, kai, KIYOKO, IWAIZUMI, ginjima, KANOKA, YAMAMOTO

nervous bastards. they try to cover it up with smooth talk but you could see how off-guard they were caught. their hands were trembling and they couldn't look you in the eye for the rest of the night (day?) because they were too flustered after that...

↬ YAMAGATA, aran, hanamaki, SEMI, KONOHA, daichi, yaku, DAISHOU, HOSHIUMI, fukunaga (debatable p.2), SUNA, tanaka

doesn't know/doesn't care about the tradition....im sorry </3 (they would've REALLY liked to kiss you though :D)

↬ KENMA, kunimi, teshirou, KYOUTANI, kita, USHIJIMA, SAKUSA, omimi, washio, SHIRABU, kawanishi, KAGEYAMA

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cute boys being nervous wrecks...

look me in the eye and tell me that tendou, goshiki, kuroo, iwaizumi, kindaichi, osamu (atsumu too ngl), tanaka, kageyama, asahi and nishinoya wouldn't have the worst voice cracks when talking to you.

like, it could be a simple convo about any subject, and out of no where, he goes, "ye-A-ah, you can AA-always ask a te-EE-acher, [blah blah]....", and you wouldn't even think of acknowledging it as to not embarrass him, but then you see how his face is getting redder and he's avoiding your eyes so nervously. he seriously wants to dig a hole and bury himself forever because he feels like a 10 year old boy asking his primary school crush out <333

he buries his face in his hands while apologising for how humiliating this must be for you yet he doesn't see the lil grin you have on.

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how love affects him...

↬ summary: me talking about the different ways these boys experience love (i think)

ଓ Tendou can't really wrap his head around this. You're in love with him? You're....in love him. It's not a question, it's a statement. A fact, an affirmation...a reassuring one. He feels so exposed yet secure at the same time. His stomach is in such a tight knot that ignoring it is impossible. You adore him, and you never fail to show it. You're responsible for all the different ways his brain malfunctions from the pure affection you give. Tendou has never experienced "love" but if it means wanting to hold you day and night for the rest of eternity, maybe this "love" thing isn't so complicated after all...

ଓ Sakusa dislikes not understanding things. He always preferred to have complete knowledge when necessary and awareness of what's around him. Then, you forced (gently) yourself into his life and you brought love along with you. You didn't hesitate to let him know: you loved him, you adored him, you were so infatuated with him that it felt unreal. And, now it's his turn to let you know that, but how? Is there a certain procedure, certain tutorial to follow so he could show just how smitten he is with you. And he wanted to do it perfectly and to his best, because that's what you deserve. Only the best, only the best for you. Yet, you did it so naturally. Without hesitation or second guessing, you loved him as readily as you told him you would. And maybe that's love's best merit, it was like a blank slate. A blank slate waiting to become a mess of colours, and if love meant taking part in a mess, Sakusa was more than ready to join.

ଓ Iwaizumi underestimated this. He underestimated love and didn't expect it to hit him as hard and fast as a bullet train. He didn't expect any of this, the nervousness, the shyness, the devotion nor the pure joy. And nobody told him that love would cause him to act like a child. He felt carefree, lively, ecstatic and most important of all, he felt young. Loving you made Iwaizumi feel young, like he's never going to be old and wrinkly someday. And that's kind of accurate, Iwaizumi's love for you will never grow old.

ଓ Sugawara felt safe. He felt protected from everything and a sense of security consumed him everytime he was in your arms. He seldom felt like this and as a result, he's dependant on you to provide. Yes, he's selfishly in love with you, he can't fathom having you look at another person the same way you do him. His whole life he was accustomed to taking care of others, yet no one was ever there to take care of him. So when you entered his life and showed him how it feels to be doted on, Sugawara swore to himself that he'll love you just as much as you do him. And maybe even more, because he was forever grateful to you.

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