#but yes kuroo is my dream man unfortunately

[neoheros]

how would haikyuu boys handle getting shipped with a friend on tiktok? feat. kuroo tetsuro

kuroo tetsuro has a crippling tiktok addiction and he’s in denial about it but everyone around him knows because all he does in his free time is get on that app

that’s canon i’m not arguing with anyone about this

he’s the kind of guy to fall asleep from scrolling through his fyp and the moment he wakes up he looks for his phone under his pillow to watch more lmaooo

so anyways

you share classes with him and he’s not really the kind of guy to have crushes especially on people he’s not close with

but then one day he’s on his fyp and he stumbles on one of your videos

and he’s just like ?? woah

he recognizes you obvi, he’s not one to talk to people out of his friend group but he’s not completely ignorant to everyone else

he immediately sees that you have indeed quite the following and have almost majority of your posts going viral

so yea you can say he’d notice you more in class now

at first it was subtle, looking at you more when he’s spacing out or paying close attention to you when you’re reciting

he doesn’t even notice how he includes you more in his thought process until the day kenma pointed it out to him how he’s been a bit more distracted lately

he brushed it off thinking it wasn’t really anything serious

but then boy Oh boy !!!

he started noticing the fact that you’ve got a really nice room in your vids and your fave led lights are the red ones since you almost always use them

he’s also really into the fact that you upload more on comedic videos than dancing ones

but HONEY when you posted your take on the dance trend of savage by megan thee stallion ,,, he was GONEEEE !!!

he sent that video to kenma like five times in a row with the caption “aha brb gonna LIVE for this woman 😗✌️”

kenma be like: simp city population - u

at this point he just accepts it, like flat out he took it within himself to UNDERSTAND how much he’s crushing on you and kenma asks him if he’s gonna do anything about it and he’s like ????

like he gets how awesome he is and stuff cause duh captain of the volleyball team and most probably the most beautiful man on campus but you’re also really good in class and very attractive

not to mention that you’ve never even looked his way before

he was hurt, man !!

only he could feel as rejected as someone who actually did get rejected

nevertheless, he got over that and just woke up one day telling himself that he was gonna shoot his shot anyway !!

so one day in class, right after the lunch bell rang, he took a deep breath and rummaged his insides for every drip of confidence he could muster

he walked to your seat and you were kinda surprised because this boy right here has never once talked to you before

his opening line was “can i sit here?”

you were still really confused but then he said something about wanting to be friends and your heart was just really warm cause !!!! that’s so NICE !!

and he mentioned how he knew you from tiktok since you practically lived on his fyp

you were really embarrassed and he got to see in action how your ears turn really red when you get shy

kuroo, internally: “that’s so FUCKEN CUTE !!!!!”

he had to reassure you that it was indeed really cool that you made bomb ass tiktoks

you were so grateful cause like one minute you were having a terrible day because of your stupid teacher then bam this 6’2 beauty of a man came swooping in telling you you were terrific

you two became friends after that and it made you really happy to have someone as cool as kuroo as your best friend

kuroo likes to sit with you at lunch except when you’re with other people then he gets a bit dejected so he’s just “well damn maybe tomorrow then”

it’s all good though cause he has invited you to numerous of his practices and that’s when you SEE how amazing this man is at volleyball

one day you’re like “hey wanna do a tiktok with me?”

and he’s like “the one where you kiss me?”

you, flushed: DIPSHIT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT !!!!1!1!1!!

you guys do the one where you dance to supalonely by benee

it went OFF !!! 700k likes and a solid ass 2.7M views because apparently the viewers really like it when kuroo dances next to you in his varsity uniform and has sweat dripping on his forehead

your comments for the next two weeks are just like “bro post another one with kuroo please PLEASE”

kuroo: guess people just like me more :)

you: leave my mentions <3

sometimes you’d get people replying to your videos with “you and kuroo look really good together”

you see them but you most likely ignore it because even if you did know how much you liked kuroo, you didn’t wanna jeopardize the friendship, yk?

anyhow due to popular demand, you include him in your videos again and every time you do they always go viral !!!

it’s very cute especially when you do the ones where you snapchat him song lyrics and he answers even if he does know it’s a trend

“can they please just get together already, we all know they’re pining but they’re too coward to say it !!”

you: ok u know what user9728182829 since u’r so good at this why don’t u be the one to make tiktoks at a volleyball court and dodge all those stray balls 😤

you were so fed up with it that you actually tell kuroo about the entirety of tiktok shipping the two of you together

he was worried that you were upset because people liked you and him dating that he thought maybe you just weren’t into him

BUT THEN !!!

because of the corona virus all the schools shut down and people were forced to stay in their houses for quarantine

it was sad that everything got cancelled and you weren’t allowed to see your friends anymore

but that’s ok cause kuroo insisted to facetime everyday

you: why can’t we just text

kuroo: because what if you forget what i look like 🥺

you: hey i’m not that blessed ❤️

it was like the quarantine never happened since you still saw and talked to him everyday

sometimes he’d show up at your place but refuse to come inside cause social distancing

this mfer threw rocks on your glass window just to get your attention once

kuroo: i got you those edible cookie dough in pints !!

you: omfg 🥺👉👈

then he chucks it at you because he ain’t boutta break the law to get you food 😤

it’s ok though you have really good reflexes and it only hit your elbow the first 2 times !!

you got it all on camera and posted it on tiktok and everyone in the comments were LIVID at the fact that you captioned it with “best friends b like”

“i just know that kuroo is punching the air right now.”

“imagine risking the corona and still being friend zoned.”

“when you realize kuroo is actually the president of simp city.”

other times he’d snap you at 3 in the morning asking if you want anything from starbucks

no one:

your snapchat dms at 3:28 am: you really went to bed you SN A KE !!

and when you wake up the next morning you find out that this guy is still awake and that he’s been chilling in the starbucks parking lot all morning !!!

that’s ok though because other than the fact that his sleep schedule is completely wrecked he still got you your venti strawberry acai refresher

you: thank you sm 🥺 what do i owe you

kuroo: a kiss on the cheek

you: you can have the drink back ❤️

that’s when the new tiktok trend started and people were posting the hottest guys on campus or revealing their crushes since 1st grade

you, feeling brave because school is cancelled: aight bet 😎

you do a tiktok hopping on the trend and you captioned it with “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the boys from campus that i’d date for real”

you stall for the first 30 second by vibing to the music and when the beat drop !!

you showed a picture of kuroo and you put in the text “kinda missing him too”

you were extremely regretting this but numerous people already saw it and the comments went on and on about how unsurprising this was

press f ma’am

so one afternoon while kuroo was scrolling through his tiktok, he was surprised by the amount of notifications he was getting

cause he doesn’t even post videos ??

he’s only there to watch funny stuff and leave insulting comments on your posts cause he’s a good friend

he checks and they’re all just tags of him in this one video and he was kinda worried cause what if it was a hate post ??

but then he saw that it was yours and he’s less nervous !!!

kuroo, texting you: if you diss me in this one i’m posting the screenshot of you falling asleep on facetime

so he watches it and ??????????????

bro he went 🥺

before he messages you he went straight for the comments and !!!!!

“who knew it was kuroo before watching the whole video?”

“don’t be shy put some more photos of him !!”

“if kuroo duets this i’m gonna make sure to never fall in love unless its like this.”

“y’all he did it boys!! he graduated from the best friend zone!!”

he’s still really surprised by this and he really hopes you’re not kidding cause bro you??? like him????

thanks to that comment he saw, he decides to duet your video by using the same sound and doing the same dance with the same caption “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the ones from campus that i’d date for real”

and they’re all just pictures of you 🥺

it blows up but before you see it on your fyp he’s already asking to facetime and when you answer you swear he’s just got the biggest smile in the world i’m :(

kuroo: lol remember when you publicly told majority of the internet how much you liked me

you: lol remember when you weren’t talking ❤️

[peachycoreroo]

angel | kuroo tetsurou

summary: the only thing that came to mind when you heard the word angel, was your crushes ex girlfriend. so what do you do when suddenly you’re the angel or how a book can bring two people together

pairing: college!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: smut, a lotta plot tho, basically pwp

word count: 7.9k

warnings: dom!kuroo, fingering, oral fem! receiving, praise, both being extremly needy, it’s not really kinky, slight breeding kink tho, a few spanks, vaginal penetration

authors note: pls don’t even ask about the book thing, this entire thing is based of one of my dreams and i had no idea why the book appeared, but it did and i didn’t wanna leave it out soooo, ye<3 here’s a link to my masterlist

you sighed, as you continued typing your essay. maybe coming to the coffee shop was not the best idea you had, since it was friday and apparently every college student on campus decided it was coffee time after their lecture, but you didn’t expect it to be so overflown with people.

sitting at the far back, you realized that you were not going to get any work done with how loud everyone around you was being, so you just sat back and observed the people around you, while drinking the cheap coffee you ordered earlier. observing and analyzing the behavior of those around you always came natural to you. some guy watching his girlfriend as she was deciding what to order, even though she was taking way too long, with love. a friend group of a few pretty girls walking past a table full of sexist pigs who thought the only way to get their attention was by whistling after them as if they were dogs.  and your crush looking at you.

wait.

huh?

quickly averting your eyes back to your laptop, you could feel your heart rate pick up to an unnatural speed. pretending to suddenly be terribly busy with drinking coffee, a million thoughts ran through your head. you were quite positive that you’ve seen his girlfriend sitting right next to him, so why was he staring so intensely at you?

it’s not as if you never talked. kuroo tetsurou was easily the most interesting person you have ever had the pleasure of having intellectual conversations with. you were taking some business classes in your third semester, since you thought they would be of value for your future. that’s where you met him. kuroo sat next to you since the first day of the lecture but you were way too intimidated by his attractiveness to start the first real conversation beyond greetings, so when the opportunity had arisen, you snatched it right away.

after one of the lectures, he left his phone on the desk and since he was already gone, you took it and hurried after him. just as he was leaving through the huge main doors of your university, you caught up to him and grabbed his arm. embarrassingly, not being the most athletic made you look like a creep as kuroo directed his confused stare at your form, hunched over, breathing hard but still latching onto his arm.

“uh, hi? y/n, right?”, the tall boys’ confusion lightly seeped into his questioning tone as his eyes moved between you and the hand you used to hold him back from walking further.

taking one last deep breath, you forced yourself to stand up right and look into his eyes, but oh, what mistake that was. funnily enough, you never actually looked directly into his eyes, so you didn’t expect to suddenly have to divert all your focus on trying to keep the gasp, you wanted to let out, in your throat. in your memories, from the milliseconds you had the courage to look into his eyes when he greeted you, his eyes were brown but all at once you were confronted with the most beautiful hazel eyes you have ever seen.

as a consequence of having to put all your mental capacity on not gasping out loud or even worse, admitting how attractive he was, the words that came out of your mouth only furthered your embarrassment.

“you. phone. lecture. forgot”, you stumbled over your words as if that were your first attempt at communicating.

feeling your already hot face burn brighter as tetsurous confusion further solidified on his handsome face, you only hoped he thought the running was responsible for you looking like a sweaty mess.

you forced yourself to let out a short laugh as you broke eye contact to gain back your composure. “sorry, I didn’t expect the running to get to me that bad. maybe lev is right, I should try some aerobics with him”, starting to mumble towards the end, you shook your head. “anyway, you forgot your phone on the table in our lecture just now. i didn’t want to hold onto it till thursday and didn’t know where else to find you, so i ran after you. m’ sorry if I kinda freaked you out”, you quickly added while holding out his phone to him.

as you never really talked to the tall man before, your head snapped up to look at him when you heard his deep chuckle. was there something that’s not attractive about this man?

taking the phone from your hands, you were finally able to experience the first full sentence kuroo tetsurou ever directed at you. “well, thanks. i definitely didn’t wanna be without a phone two whole days, so i appreciate you running after me with such determination”, he remarked, as he observed how out of breath you still were, grinning.

“oh god, you know, never doing anything nice for you ever again sounds good right about now”, you groaned, lifting a hand in front of your face to stop him from studying your slightly damp face.

nothing on this green-blue-brown floating rock in space that is also known as the earth, could have prepared you for what you were witnessing next. with your mouth slightly ajar, you looked at tetsurou as he leaned over, clutching his stomach, while letting out the funniest laugh you have ever heard in your life.

in your mind, you saw a quick flash of a scene from ‘the lion king’, in which one of the hyenas was laughing exactly like that. you briefly wondered whether kuroo was influenced by that scene as a kid before you couldn’t keep your laugh in anymore after the initial shock subdued.

“my apologies, the situation was just way too perfect for me to not tease you. i’d be honored if you’d grace me with your kindness again, my highness”, he slightly bowed while, once again, flashing you that sly smirk that made you wanna punch and make out with him at the same time.

you tried to match his energy as best as you could with your head jumbled from the proximity to the man you have been sitting next to every tuesday and thursday from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., but looking back at the interaction, you couldn’t wrap your head around tetsurou wanting to continue talking to you after that conversation.

“i’ll consider it, peasant.”

after that, you and your smart seatmate talked a lot more. you found out that he was majoring in sports management and minoring in chemistry even though it was so different from management, just because he liked it. lev, your best friend at college since the first day when he didn’t see you from his 6’5” point of view and knocked you over as you were looking at the menu in the very coffee shop you were currently sitting in, turned out to be one of kuroo’s old friends from high school. which let you to find out the most unfortunate information about kuroo tetsurou thus far.

as you were walking to your next lecture with the dark-haired man, lev joined in with a tall, blonde, and gorgeous woman by his side. you immediately recognized alisa, lev’s sister. even though the silver-haired boy was ginormous, he couldn’t hold his liquor very well, which resulted in you having to drag the giraffe of a human home after a party quite a few times. there, you met alisa.

wanting to go in for a hug with the beautiful blonde, you froze at once as you tried to process what you were seeing. tetsurou had an arm wrapped around her petite waist, the other one placed on her sharp jaw, as he softly pecked her lips.

lev excitedly started telling you about a new side job he got as a model and while you supported him with your whole heart and were genuinely proud of him for landing that job, you could only zero in on the sight in front of you. your eyes hyper focused on the way his large hands were gently grabbing her waist, your ears on the soft ‘how was your day?’ and flirty ‘better, now that you’re here’ exchanged.

putting on your best poker face and directing your attention to the excited titan beside you, your own reaction startled you. even more surprising was who you were jealous of. you did have a small crush on alisa at the start, who wouldn’t? she’s tall, beautiful, fun, loving, caring, alas she was way too similar to lev to develop a full-on crush on her. then, it dawned on you, that the one you were jealous of, was not tetsurou, but in fact, alisa.

of course, you thought your seatmate was attractive from the first moment you saw him, but how you managed to develop a crush on him without even realizing it, was beyond you. ugly, jealous thoughts made their way into your head about one of the most loveable people you met. those disgusting thoughts slithered their hands around your throat, trying to suffocate you and so you buried that small crush in the back of your mind.

after that encounter you kept your distance to the handsome male. it was better for you, your sanity and everyone involved. in no way were you ever going to go between a loving relationship because of your own selfish feelings.

for crying out loud, you didn’t even know kuroo that well while alisa was like a sister to you. however, you weren’t able to tune out the insecure voices in your head. of course, he liked tall, model-like women who resembled angels not only physically but also with their personality. who were you to compare yourself to her? not even you yourself liked who you were, so why would one of the most attractive guys you ever saw?

you deserved someone good, but alisa deserved the world, so you just wished that tetsurou was the best for her.

and while kuroo tetsurou was a lot of things, he wasn’t ignorant, so when you decided to sit down in another seat in the lecture a few times or made up some excuses as to why he couldn’t walk with you to your next seminar, he knew something was wrong.

which brings you back to right now, with you staring at your laptop, hoping that the boy you’ve been trying to avoid wouldn’t come over to check on you. alas, your luck was apparently all spent, because you could see a tall, dark figure drop themselves on the bench in front of you.

“y/n.”

at the low tone of his voice calling your name, you lifted your gaze from your laptop to look at the boy you were trying to stay clear of.

“hmm? oh, hey tetsurou. didn’t see you there.” bullshit, he thought.

“yeah, ’m here with alisa. just a quick break before she has her next lecture.” while saying that, kuroo focused on your expression, trying to gauge your emotions and maybe get a hint on why you were actively keeping him at arm’s length.

after taking a swift look in the direction the happy couple was sitting just a few minutes ago, you nodded and kept your eyes on your coffee.

“that’s nice, you should probably go back now though. don’t want you to waste precious date time”, you said cheerfully, but weren’t able to keep out the slightly bitter tone out of your voice. that’s exactly why you were trying to stay away from him. the sight of the merry couple only fueled your toxic thoughts about two people you cherished and even though you wished for them to be happy together, the insecurities deep inside you wouldn’t let you.

seeing the slight change in your voice and expression, kuroo cocked his head to the side. did he say the wrong thing?

“she’s already leaving, so i decided to catch up with you for a bit.”

fantastic.

“well,” you remarked while closing your laptop and starting to pack your things, “I also need to get going, was nice seeing you though.”

“i’ll walk you”, was in fact not what you wanted to hear. but the universe hated you for some reason. you looked back at him and waved your hand dismissingly, trying to speedily think of a reason why he couldn’t accompany you: “uh, you see, i, uh... i’m visiting my parents this weekend, so i’ll just take the train. ’m not going back to the dorms.”

even if kuroo would have been stupid and oblivious, which he was not, your hurried attempt at getting rid of him just confirmed all his suspicions. but the ex-captain wasn’t going to let you run away from him so easily.

“no problem, i’ll walk you to the train station. the field i practice volleyball in with lev and a few others is nearby. ‘was gonna head there anyway, let’s go.” this time, he didn’t let you enough time to object, so you were stuck grabbing your things and following him, regardless of what you wanted.

to your surprise, kuroo didn’t say a thing on the way to the train station. you expected him to force you into a whole debate about whether pluto was a planet or not, but he just stayed silent. was that a bit of your luck shining through, or was he angry?

not wanting to push your luck any longer, you stayed silent as well, as you waited for your train at the designated platform. guess you had to make a surprise visit to your hometown because of your little lie, but maybe that was exactly what you needed. some time away to clear your head.

but just as you got excited for the spontaneous trip, kuroo finally dropped what has been on his mind the whole walk or rather, the whole three weeks you’ve been running away from him as if he was on fire and you couldn’t wait to get away from him as far as possible.

“y/n. why are you avoiding me?”, he questioned, looking at the rails ahead, instead of you.

“w-what? i’m not, why would you think that?”, you quickly sputtered out, hardly able to convince yourself of your own lies.

tetsurou gave you a look of complete skepticism, quickly shutting down your protests. “don’t play dumb with me, ’m not stupid. i know you’re not sitting down way further in the back or running out of the lecture on accident. you’re doing this on purpose. even just a moment ago you didn’t want me to escort you. tell me why.”

luckily, the train arrived just on time, so you quickly hoped on with a fleeting 'see you next week' and hoped he would just assume you didn’t quite catch what he said because of the train.

he didn’t though. he knew that you heard him.

the short spontaneous weekend trip turned into you staying for almost two whole weeks because of a cold, so your mom wouldn’t let you return without someone taking care of you, not knowing you had some big news waiting for you once you got back.

“we broke up.”

wou were currently in the library after returning to campus, trying to catch up on some lectures you missed, when alisa entered. together, you were walking around the english literature section, catching up when she dropped the bomb.

“wait, what? how? when? why? huh? what did he do?”, you asked dumbfounded, feeling bad about your two friends, who were so clearly in love, breaking up. but even more than that, you could feel disgust creep up your spine because deep down you knew you were sickly happy about the fact that kuroo was now single. what a shit fucking friend you were.

“relax”, alisa chuckled. “he didn’t do anything, we just kinda came to the agreement that we don’t love each other the same anymore. i felt like he was always distracted the last weeks we were together, always deep in thought, and i decided to concentrate on my graduation and career as a model. it was a great college relationship and i still care for him, we just… we broke up about a week ago.”

“well, as long as you’re both happy with the decision”, you sighed while picking ‘pride and prejudice’ by jane austen from a bookshelf, not feeling like such a piece of shit for being lowkey happy about it anymore, but you still knew you two would never work. even if the breakup was mutually decided, tetsurou was still her ex.

hearing alisa giggle, you turned your gaze from the book in your hand and wondered: “huh? why are you laughing?” the tall blonde only grinned and continued her way down the aisle. completely confused, you followed her with the book still in hand.

“what the fuck? kinda acting sus not gonna lie.”

“wow, I thought you had better jokes than that y/n”, she teased, sitting down at a nearby table.

breathing out some air out of your nose in mock anger, you sat down beside her, tipping your non-existent fedora. “sorry i’m not up to your comedy standards, m’lady.”

alisa laughed loudly before noticing the book you were still holding, her laughter turning into a knowing grin. once again, you shot her a confused look: “what is it with you today? your mood swings are confusing the shit outta me.”

“you know, that’s like one of tetsu’s favorite books.”

“what? 'pride and prejudice'?”, you inquired, puzzled. why was she telling you this? “are you like, having some post-breakup nostalgia or?”

she laughed once again, waving her manicured hand dismissingly and shaking her head: “it just kinda popped into my head. i never read it, but he once wanted to read it to me. it did not end well; i couldn’t take it seriously and had to laugh the whole time. he just gave up and sulked for the rest of the evening.”

“yep, definitely pbn”. the girl shoved your shoulder slightly while snickering before taking out her laptop and working on something, leaving you alone with your conflicted thoughts.

as fate would have it, you didn’t really talk to kuroo for the last two weeks of lectures. finals were catching up and you had a lot of exams, leaving you with no time to catch up with the tall boy. plus, you were still trying to avoid him. you weren’t about to give into temptation and try your luck with alisa’s ex, which was much easier if said temptation didn’t walk around looking fine directly in front of you.

but with the weekend starting, you agreed to go to a party with the haiba siblings to treat yourself to a break from typing essay after essay. it was obvious that kuroo would also be there and this time, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. the running had finally caught up to you.

before the party, you decided to go to the library to work on one of your essays, but with how much work there was left, you simply forgot the time. at 10 p.m., your phone rang.

“hello?”

“girl? why aren’t you here yet? and why aren’t you answering our messages? we texted you like a million times”, levs’ questioning voice echoed through the speaker.

quickly checking the time and number of messages you got, you gasped: “oh god, so sorry! i was at the library working on my shitty marketing essay! ’m gonna be right there!”

ending the phone call, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to your dorms. stripping on the way to the bathroom in your one room apartment, you hopped into the shower, feeling as if you were trying to break the world record for the fastest shower known to men.

as you were stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, someone knocked at your door, startling you. did the haiba siblings come to pick you up? with a hasty ‘’m coming’, you hurried to the door in only a towel.

“hey, I just got out of the shower, I just need…” faltering in your sentence, you gripped your towel tighter, trying not to freak out. because there were no alisa and lev in sight. just kuroo tetsurou. while you were standing there. with only a towel on. fuck. “that’s uh… you’re not alisa and lev.”

“er… n-no, no i’m not”, kuroo stuttered out, at least having the decency to avert his eyes to the ceiling, realizing what you had or rather had not on after checking you out. collecting your composure, you shot him a tight-lipped smile and stepped aside to let him in.

“come in, I just need to get dressed and do my makeup. you can wait inside.”

walking past you, the dark-haired man pretended to scratch his head to hide his red ears and quickly surveyed your room. “that’s…”, breaking off his sentence instantly when his voice cracked, he cleared his throat before trying again. “nice room.”

while kuroo tried not to have a mental breakdown and remember what he came here for, you picked up your disregarded clothes from earlier of the floor, being mindful of not to flash the man, and made your way to your wardrobe, chucking in your dirty laundry and scanning your variety of clothes to pick out the most flattering outfit for the party. “uh, yeah, thanks. so, uh, what did you want? ee would’ve seen each other at the party later anyway.”

but there was no answer, making you frown. just as you wanted to turn around, calling his name in confusion, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist loosely, causing you to choke out his name.

kuroo leaned his head down towards your neck, slowly inhaling the scent of your strawberry bodywash before sighing contently. his soft, plump lips slowly trailed up to your ear, creating goosebumps on their way, before lowly murmuring: “you smell delicious. i could eat you up.”

you could feel yourself shiver at the low timbre of his voice and the indication of his words, as your heart rate picked up to the point you had the feeling as though you were going to die right then and there. how did his demeanor change so suddenly? it seemed as if you were in a room with a completely different person.

the ex-captain smugly grinned as he felt your breath quicken and chest heave without him even doing much, tightening one arm around your waist, while his large hand on the other arm splayed itself on your stomach, slowly sliding down towards where you wanted him. “hm? can I do that baby?”

just as quickly as the thoughts of ‘stop, this is so wrong. what about alisa?’ appeared in your mind, they immediately disappeared with the sweet melody of kuroo calling you baby.

not being able to keep a little whine from slipping out at the pet name, you nodded, your cheeks unbearably hot. but that wasn’t enough for him. tetsurou wanted your verbal consent, even if his half-hard cock already slightly twitched at the small noise you let out without him even touching you properly, screaming at him to finally fuck you.

avoiding the area, you wanted him to touch the most, his hand grabbed your thigh, causing you to squeeze your legs together in search of relief. he tsked at your lack of words and lightly spanked your thigh before tightening his grip around the fat, earning him a surprised squeak from you. “no, use your big girl words baby. i want to hear it.”

the instant tetsurou startled you with the spank, you hurriedly grabbed onto his forearms, lightly digging your nails into the muscles. already, everything was getting too much. his smooth voice seducing you, his dominant touch jumbling up your brain, his urgent need to hear your consent, his pleasant scent of a mix of his cologne, mint and husk surrounding you. him, him, him. you wanted more. you needed more. the slick between your legs grew embarrassingly fast, smearing on the inside of your thighs, showing off kuroo’s effect on you evidently.

“please… please touch me tetsu', I need it”, you whimpered out impatiently, making him close his eyes to stop himself from cumming already, your needy voice going straight to his dick standing at full attention. and even though the menace in him wanted to tease you and hear you beg more; he knew that he didn’t have the willpower to deny himself of having you any longer.

as you felt the tall male finally place his hand underneath your towel and cup your pussy, your head rolled back onto his shoulder, giving him full access to your neck. while dragging his middle and index finger through your folds leisurely, his lips and tongue placed hungry kisses on your neck.

“fuck, angel, you’re soaking wet. Is that all because of me, hmm?”, he lowly murmured against your neck, while his fingers simultaneously slowly circled your clit. you couldn’t stop your eyes from lolling to the back of your head or the small whimper that left you, even though the ‘angel’ left a bitter taste in your mouth. as much as the pet name made your stomach all tingly, you always compared alisa to an angel, so it didn’t quite sit well to be called that by her own ex.

but as you felt his middle finger enter you, all thoughts flew out of your head. The only thing on your mind were the raspy praises against your neck and his finger moving at a torturous pace inside you.

“please tetsu', more, I need more”, you complained whiny, because as much as it was all overwhelming, it also wasn’t enough. kuroo could only grin at your eagerness, but couldn’t blame you, since his own patience was speedily wearing thin.

with an uttered ‘everything for you angel’, he added his index finger into the mix, curling the two digits and, not wasting a moment, pumping them into you at a rapid pace, eliciting a quiet moan out of you. the ex-captain noted that you weren’t much of a moaner and mentally made it a challenge to have you crying for him by the end of the night. so, without much warning, his long, thick fingers started hammering against your g-spot while his thumb circled your clit at the same time, making you squeeze your eyes shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream, your hands searching for stability on the closet in front of you.

“c’mon, y/n, baby, i know you want it, fucking give it to me. ‘been fantasizing about this so long, just wanna make you feel good and fall apart for me. show me how much of a good girl you are.” his smooth voice flowed into your ear, seducing you to fully give into him. you felt as if you were being lured by satan himself and you were just a weak little human, not nearly strong enough to resist the whisper of the devil.

with a series of soft, high-pitched moans, you came on his fingers without any warning, your legs giving out at the intensity of it all. tetsurou only tightened his arm around your waist, picking you up without any trouble, making you clench around nothing at his display of effortless strength as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping hole. you thought you heard a small ‘good girl’, but you couldn’t tell for sure with the way you were still floating on cloud nine after he brought you to your orgasm that quickly.

panting and shivering at the goosebumps erupting, you lifted your gaze up at him as he placed you on your bed, only to find him already staring at you with low lids and completely black eyes, the beautiful hazel color of his eyes lost in all the lust and desire that took over his expression.

refusing to break eye-contact, kuroo lifted his with your essence-soaked fingers to his plush lips, wrapping them around the digits and sucking lewdly at them. once again, you felt yourself clench around nothing, rubbing your thighs against each other to get some relief, when you saw his eyes roll back as he tasted you.

the next thing you knew, your back hit the bed with the broad man lying between your spread legs, making you yelp. you could feel the atmosphere around tetsurou change once again. he was a lot more feral than he was before, as if his patience were running out.

his biceps wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place since the feeling of his breath against your cunt made your hips twitch up at their own accord, exposing the strong want you had for the man between your legs.

“’m gonna fucking wreck you angel”, he growled against your slit, before diving right in, licking and sucking messily at your clit, your pussy lips, everywhere he could reach. and as much as it shouldn’t feel pleasurable with him being as aggressive as he was, it felt fucking heavenly. you couldn’t help but arch your back, hands flying down to tangle in his messy rooster hair and tugging at the surprisingly soft strands, causing him to moan hoarsely against your sensitive pussy, the vibrations only egging you on. something about kuroo tetsurou losing his usual provocative, teasing demeanor as he ate you out felt so raw and animalistic, that it made your head spin and toes curl.

his large hand crept up your torso and he finally removed the towel that barely hid your breasts from him before palming one, drawing a content sigh out of you at the attention. but as much as he enjoyed listening to you whine and sigh because of the pleasure he was causing you, he wanted, no, needed to hear how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him.

“tell me how it feels angel, tell me how good it feels. ‘wanna hear your pretty voice, baby”, he huskily mumbled against your clit, making you arch your back at the delicious vibrations echoing through your core. but as much as you enjoyed hearing his dirty talk, you felt insecure about yours not turning him on.

preparing yourself mentally as good as you managed with the way he ate you out like a man starved, you allowed yourself a glance down only to see him expectantly observing you. the erotic sight only coaxed another high-pitched whine out of you, your head lolling back against your pillow.

at the next harsh suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips thrusted up against his skilled tongue and you finally gave in to your desire of wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel. only him.

“fuck, tetsu', d-don’t stop. feels so good, you feel so good, only you, please, please, please”, you needily moaned while grinding your hips up, simultaneously pushing his head deeper into your pussy and if kuroo had any self-control left, it was definitely gone now.

his toned biceps tightened around your thighs. his large hands squeezed your breast and hip harshly, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. his able tongue messily switched between being shoved deep inside you and swirling your clit and you could feel the bed shake with how forceful he was humping the bed just from eating you out and hearing you talk like that. every little thing contributed to your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. you were fairly sure you even blacked out for a few seconds because the next time you focused your attention back on tetsurou, he was frantically unbuttoning his jeans, with his shirt already off, whipping out his cock.

you felt your eyes widen as well as your pussy clench, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this horny, but you also weren’t sure how the fuck you were supposed to fit a cock this big and girthy inside you. meanwhile kuroo took off his boxers and contently sighed as he finally started stroking himself, giving himself some relief but it wasn’t enough. not by a long shot.

zoning in on your face once again - sweaty, low lidded eyes, blown out pupils- the impatient boy leaned down and kissed you for the first time that evening. after everything that just transpired between you two, the kiss definitely felt the most intimate, but it was also what you were craving the most from tetsurou for months now.

you didn’t know how to possibly express all the emotions you were currently overwhelmed with, so you tried to translate it all through the kiss. kissing back harder, all teeth and tongue, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing your thighs against his hips, hoping it was enough to convey what you wanted to say.

apparently, it was, because you could hear kuroo lowly growl against your lips before starting to dig his fingers into your hips and grind against you, finally letting you feel him where you needed him the most.

“n-not enough, tetsu'”, you eagerly whined, raising your hips, hoping it was enough to convince him to finally fuck you like you craved him to. but as thin as his patience was at the moment, kuroo tetsurou would not be kuroo tetsurou without his teasing antics.

he slyly grinned, pressing feather-light kisses down from your lips to your throat, making his way to your breasts, where he teasingly kitten-licked your nipples a few times, letting you think you were finally getting what you wanted before he raised his head and stared you down with his almost pitch-black eyes. “mmm, I know you can do better than that kitten”, he gruffly remarked while continuing to grind against you slowly, making you jerk and mewl every time you felt the head of his cock bump against your clit. “what do you want me to do, baby?”

how he still had it in him to tease and deny you, was beyond you, because you were on the edge of breaking down from how bad you wanted him. “’want you to fuck me, tetsu'”, you confidently said while gazing into his eyes, or at least, you tried to sound confident, but you were only able to whine and moan at this point.

kuroo closed his eyes and felt himself twitch against your pussy. you were going to be the death of him. sitting back up on his knees, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance, making you spread your legs automatically wider at the sight.

with one sharp snap of his hips, you both groaned simultaneously, your groan high-pitched, his low and guttural, at the feeling you’ve both been craving for. “fuck, you’re on birth control, right?”, he asked, straining himself as to not just start pounding you into oblivion or cum right on the spot.

“yes, shit”, you breathlessly answered, putting your hands against his toned abdomen as to let him know to wait, which only made him clench his abs at the feeling of your soft hands on his exposed skin. “j-just give me a sec, need a moment”, you murmured avoiding eye contact, suddenly shy at the fact that you were just lying there with kuroo balls deep inside you.

sensing your mood shift, the tall male grinned his cheshire-grin at you and teasingly remarked: “why? am i too big for you, huh?”, hoping it’d make you laugh and relax a bit, soon realizing that the idea completely back-fired on him.

as you started to laugh at his arrogant remark, hitting his abs slightly and telling him to shut up, your core clenched in-sync with your laughter, making you freeze at the sudden loud, almost pornographic moan escaping tetsurou’s lips.

looking up at him, you finally realized how much he was holding back as to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable. the handsome boys’ wild hair was already sticking to the sweat forming on his forehead, his jaw clenched painfully, nostrils flaring, eyebrows furrowed, biceps bulging with how hard he was gripping the sheets beside your hips to restrain himself. the thought of him wanting to fuck you so bad but holding back for your pleasure and well-being, was enough to make you clench down on him again, rolling your hips up against his and declaring: “’m ready, tetsu'. please, f-fuck me”.

with your words and the grinding of your hips, kuroo really couldn’t hold back the little stutter his hips did against yours but fuck, was he embarrassed by it. he felt like a teenager, touching real boobs for the first time all over again, knowing he wouldn’t last long. not with how long he had fantasized about this and with how you reacted to his every move and touch, squeezing him so tight, he felt like he wouldn’t even be able to move.

“’m gonna break you”, and with those final words, his large, veiny hands gripped your hips in a bruising, vice grip, pulling out so only his tip was inside your messy, drooling cunt, before snapping right back in, making you choke on your breath at the impact.

as much as kuroo wanted to bust inside you right then and there, the strong urge to see you lose yourself on his cock while he ruined every other man for you was much more prominent. so, the ex-captain rutted in your pussy like his life depended on it, wanting your moans and mewls and whines to never stop. there was so much that was running through his head while being empty at the same time. the only thought was to bring you both to earth-shattering orgasms, but he also wanted to spit in your mouth, choke you, spank your thighs and ass till you wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. he wanted to come on your thighs, your tits, face, but he also wanted to breed you.

you two were definitely way too young for children but he couldn’t get the mental image of you, stuffed with his cum with it running down your legs out of his mind, only making it harder for him not to cum immediately.

but you weren’t doing better either. the pace that kuroo was fucking you at, had you seeing stars, riding you up higher on the bed with every thrust and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you gripped the sheets, his hands, his forearms, your breasts, anything, to try to stabilize yourself as you approached your high embarrassingly fast without your clit even being touched.

just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt tetsus’ calloused fingertips, from years of playing volleyball, circle your clit, causing you to throw your head back with your lips open in a silent scream.

“fuck, you’re so fucking tight kitten, so much better than i ever imagined. cum for me, wanna feel you cream on my fat cock, wanna see you lose your mind baby, give it to me”. at this point, he basically started rambling on about how hot and tight you were, how he wanted you to cum around his cock so badly, how you were gonna make him cum so hard, how you were making such a mess for him, what a good girl you were.

just as you felt yourself almost falling over the edge at the added stimulus to your clit and the filthy praises that were coming out of his mouth, you yanked the boy down by his arm, wrapping your arms around him firmly and kissing him so hard, you were sure you both would have bruised lips later.

with the new position and the intimacy of being pressed up against each other, one more thrust, and you were gone. cumming around his cock so hard, you couldn’t remember the last time someone made you cum that hard, if ever.

the pornographic moans of his name along with some ‘fuck’s and ‘so good’s, the jerking of your body against his and the vice-grip of your pussy on his dick as you came. it was all too much for the poor boy who didn’t even cum once the whole time, while you already had three orgasms under your belt. the last straw was your quiet, little ‘cum inside tetsu', want you to fill me up’ and so, a few short, sloppy thrusts later, kuroo buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly as he came inside, spurting hot, white cum against your abused walls.

the feeling of being filled up to the hilt by kuroo tetsurou was intoxicating. you whined, wrapping your legs around his hips, caging him in so he couldn’t pull out, not wanting the moment to end.

you both lied there, trying to catch your breath. as he pulled out after a few moments and got up to go grab a towel to clean you up, your hand caught his. “don’t go, where are you going?”, you whined needily, wanting to cuddle, to worn-out to care about the mess gushing out of your hole onto the bed sheets.

chuckling, the tall boy leaned down, kissing your forehead: “’m not going anywhere angel, I’m just gonna grab a towel and clean you up”. with that he retreated to the bathroom in search of a towel to use.

you, on the other hand, suddenly sobered up from your drunk-on-lust high at the pet name, making you realize what you just did. fuck, you just banged alisa’s ex-boyfriend. they weren’t even broken off for that long and you already betrayed her.

feeling like a bad friend and complete whore, you didn’t even register said ex-boyfriend was back, making you flinch at the sudden contact of your sensitive pussy with the wet, rough towel.

“relax baby, it’s just me”, he teasingly chuckled, while cleaning you up. when he didn’t hear you chuckle or bite back at his teasing, his expression morphed into a frown, lifting his gaze from your core to your face. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, thanks.” but of course, you were lying. the panic that slowly settled in your chest was threatening to suffocate you. hell, you weren’t even able to look at him properly.

you felt kuroo grab your chin with his fingers gently, turning your head so you had to look at him. tetsurou was completely serious, he only hoped you weren’t regretting what just transpired between you two, as he repeated: “what’s. wrong?”, emphasizing those two words so you knew there was no point in lying.

feeling your eyes water up, you cursed yourself for showing weakness, since you weren’t one to cry often, especially in front of other people. “what are we going to tell alisa?”

that caught him off guard. “alisa?”, he repeated questioningly, as if he didn’t know what you meant. how could he not know? was he that stupid?

you sat up, rubbing at your eyes frantically with the rising anger inside your chest. “yeah, alisa. your ex. the one that’s like a sister to me. how am I supposed to look her in the eyes after what we just did?”

kuroo wasn’t stupid. you could vouch for that any day. you saw him in your lecture, and you had studied a lot with him, but right now, you were sure he was the dumbest person you ever knew, even beating lev. because even after explaining, he still only looked at you with a confused gaze, saying: “i don’t quite follow?”

groaning, you ran your hands through your hair in frustration, declaring: “you’re really smart, but you’re being so fucking dumb right now. how the fuck am I supposed to talk to one of my closest friends after I fucked her ex-boyfriend, who she loved by the way, not even that long after they broke up?”

finally, it clicked in kuroo’s brain. but the last thing you expected, was to hear him laugh. your head snapped up at the sound, glaring at him you almost growled: “what the fuck’s so funny, you fucking bedhead?”

“oh wow, throwing in the insults huh?”, he said between chuckles. “it’s funny because alisa was the one who encouraged me to come here tonight, though I don’t think she wanted us to outright fuck but, you know.”

what now?

“what do you mean she encouraged you to come here?”, you interrogated perplexed. suddenly he was acting all shy and sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with his big hand, avoiding your eyes.

“well… we’re still friends, so we were talking about our lectures a week ago and she suddenly mentioned how you also were a fan of 'pride and rejudice'. i just… got kinda excited at that, since alisa wasn’t really interested in things like that, so i started asking her about it. she then called me out on my crush on you, saying she already knows why i was so distracted the weeks leading up to our break-up, thinking about you.”

while listening, your anger slowly morphed into nervousness at kuroo openly admitting he also had a crush on you, but you wanted him to finish his story before addressing the elephant in the room.

“i apologized immediately, thinking she was angry at me, but you know her. she was so sweet, saying she would only be happier if it worked out between us. after, she tried to set us up to talk to each other, but you avoided me like the plague, so she told me to come here before the party since you were running late, to confront you and settle it once and for all but uh…”, he sheepishly smiled, “i kinda got distracted when you opened the door in only a towel, so… that didn’t go as planned.”

sitting with your mouth agape in a ‘o’, your brain tried to process all the information, not knowing what to say to his confession and explanation.

“soooo… she’s not gonna hate me and cancel our friendship?”, you carefully pressed, just to be sure. “no, I don’t think she will”, he chortled.

“oh.”

with that, the room was suddenly extremely silent, making you and kuroo even more nervous. clearing his throat, he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “are you gonna give me an answer to my confession, or am I like, totally embarrassing myself right now?”

“uh, no, yeah”, you softly giggled at his obvious anxiousness. taking his face between your hands, you looked right into his hazel eyes in the dim lighting, before gently smiling at him.

“i like you too, nerd.”

bonus:

the next morning, you woke up to your phone aggressively vibrating on your nightstand beside your bed. you blindly reached out, picking up the call without even opening your eyes, clearly still half-asleep.

“hello?”, you groggily asked your caller, wondering who the fuck was calling you this early, when lev’s voice filled your ear. “y/n? hey, we we’re worried about you yesterday. why didn’t you show up? it was so much fun”, the big, over-grown baby whined.

looking down at the reason you weren’t able to attend the party sleeping soundly with his head on your chest, you smiled, carding your fingers softly through his raven-black hair.

“just… reasons”.

[chibicalzones]

what the characters of haikyuu smell like pt. 3

featuring: 𝐧𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚, 𝐟𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢, and 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢  

read part one and two! 

DISCLAIMER: (just in case) this is my sister’s first impression on some of the boys so don’t take it too seriously! 

warnings: touches on gender and sexuality at some parts.

post made by: alex 🍒 - ALSO I FIXED OUR ASK BOX AND SUBMISSIONS! i didn’t even realize they were disabled i apologize :c but yes, feel free interact with us!! maybe we shall open requests? or at least on my end hehe 

— kuroo: nail polish

a strong aura

has a superiority complex but he knows bc he genuinely believes he’s better than everyone else

a cheater... in every way

wanted to be cool but then he created his own level of c00L B)

was popular - like the freshman that was friends with the seniors for nO reason

wears platform shoes

prefers vans over converse

drinks straight up expresso shots instead of coffee

uninterested in finding a relationship

(little does she know that this actually geeky science loving nerd is the loml so)

— kenma: wet fall leaves

tired of everyone’s bs

wanted peoples’ approval when he was younger but he’s grown out of that. already figured out it doesn’t matter 

“i dont care if my roots grow in”

trans

hangs with the boys

shy

has a mysterious vibes

his old friend group kicked him out and is now a lone ranger

started playing volleyball to find friends and get his emotions out

has his own superiority complex because he wants to feel that he’s better than everyone else but he knows it’s unhealthy 

acknowledges his own problems

likes edgar allan poe

— yaku: apple cocktail with vodka

mix of things: nice but also gets ticked off real easily

if he went to parties, he’d just be playing beer pong

has a girlfriend - one of the few things keeping him nice

doesn’t look he cares for people’s approval of him but he really does

B student

likes science but thinks astrology is stupid

jealous of vinnie hacker on tik tok

straight now but will become gay

— yamatoro: leather

grew up in a uhm... unfortunate place? 

originally dyed his hair to look cool but went with the mohawk 

people think he’s cool but just wants approval

single

dresses different than everyone else 

but now since it’s becoming a trend, he’s really annoyed that he used to get bullied for it

had a michael jackson phase

likes edm

really bad at showing his emotions

pansexual

— lev: pool / chlorine

the kid that pushes you into the pool when you didn’t wanna be there in the first place

makes fun of you for watching anime but recently started watching it

grew up watching pokemon as a kid but he only liked team rocket

ALSO has a superiority complex

capricorn energy, moon in aries

actually dresses up scary for halloween

parents are sweet but he can be a bit of a meanie 

had a toxic relationship with a woman... because he’s actually gay

— bokuto: gasoline

A CAR DUDE SKDJFSKDFJ 

infatuated with cars

specifically owns a tesla in which his dad probably bought for him

spoiled as a kid

the popular kid

every popular person has at least dated him twice

everyone thinks he’s attractive 

the class clown but may unintentionally make fun of people in the process

“iTs mEnTAL iLLnesS isN’T IT?”

has rich parents but at least he has morals!!!

but also might take your lunch money

taken, straight

changes girlfriends every two weeks

my sister basically thinks he’s your every day local fuckboi

— akaashi: burnt pasta

really trying his best 

has good intentions but his execution’s either subpar or just awkward

likes science, specifically physics

really likes making paper airplanes and that’s how he flirts: he writes love notes and sends them your way 

bad at showing emotions so he writes them

doodles and writes in class a lot

a transfer student

hasn’t had his first relationship yet

doesn’t like swimming but he likes pool floaties

knows how to play piano

straight... for now

— konoha: miso soup

a warn person

people who don’t know him are afraid to approach him but to people who are friends with him thinks he’s very comforting

hard on others because he’s hard on himself

has an arch nemesis that fights for his position

passive aggressive but means well

was bullied for the smallest reason... like he owned a spiderman lunch box in third grade

one guy stole his girl and his is SALTY

he’d be very startled if someone came up and hugged him

with that being said, his love language is acts of service

straight

— kita: ink

artistic

he does calligraphy

dabbles in spray paint

a bit conservative 

enjoys watching skateboard falls, parkour gone wrong, etc.

cheated in elementary school

a- a bully

doesn’t let people get close to him

people don’t know what to think of him

rather good at things that people may not realize, but he really doesn’t care if they realize or not

prefers iced tea over lemonade

takes health very seriously and doesn’t drink soda

uses they/them and states he doesn’t need a relationship

but he’s had one in the past and that’s how he figured out

— osamu: cotton

a reliable person

doesn’t necessarily have a lot of friends but cherishes to make sure they feel appreciated 

has a creative side

specifically sketches using pencil

likes movies and goes on movie dates

people like him for how forgiving he is

a hopeful person

has a realistic outlook on life 

very practical 

has several friends that are girls that think of him as an older brother

a lot of people like him but he he already has his eyes on set on someone 

a closeted bi

— atsumu: butter beer

GEEK

a popular kid with a quirk

a marvel geek, his favorite superhero is the th3 classic iron man

likes girls who don’t wear a lot of makeup, also goes for bruh girls

genuinely a nice person

tries his best to be a approachable person but his geeky-ness gets in the way

has strange intentions?

puts a lot of thought into what he does but does it in a not-so-logic way 

needs guidance

questioning life

is NOT like his brother

wants people to like him but he portrays himself weirdly

also questioning his sexuality

takes a gap year before college because he doesn’t know what he wants to do yet

— suna: battery acid

“there’s a potency to his presence”

takes all AP classes

does things for himself but he’s not that full of himself

wants to make it far in life

he doesn’t know what he wants to do but he knows he wants to make a difference in the world 

always chooses to pick up trash for volunteer work

likes math because it’s straightforward

his dream significant other is someone just like him: he needs someone to care for him and soften him up

people say he’s intimidating but his friends say otherwise

into alternative rock

he would dress the way he wanted if he didn’t get bullied :(

pan and single

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬!

— sakusa: the inside of a missionary

overwhelmed by his own thoughts but whatever he thinks, stays there 

not much of a talker 

he tutors people in math and science

reads a lot of fanfic

has a famous tumblr account - swashbuckler26 and posts abstract and contemporary art

desperately wants to graduate

wanted to become a doctor until he actually started researching

now wants to be an artist

owns peacocks

he has one best friend because they share the same interests but that leads them to argue a lot 

goes by they/them and doesn’t care for a relationship 

asexual 

this is the last part but i’m sure i missed some :/ if you guys have any other characters that you would like her to react to, lmk! hopefully i’ll be able to write for them soon!!! - alex 🍒

[han-shinsuke]

ɢᴏᴀᴅ ɴᴏ.4 🥀𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑢🥀

I remember approaching him that summer, with a letter in hand and a stem of daffodil. They had a great game against Karasuno. They lost but still, it was a great game. Kuroo asked for a moment to be alone. That’s when I made my move. I have written a letter for him. A very long one. You see, I’m not good at making people stay. But, I am honest and brave. Unfortunately, those weren’t enough for him to stay. He’s seeking for unusual. Something I don’t possess. Something he can never find in me.

That moment happened almost a decade ago and time, as if on purpose, doesn’t lessen the pain, the happiness, and sense of accomplishment I had felt when I let him go. I was his first love but I am not his greatest one. He had dreams. He had goals. And he wasn’t my top priority back then. We were young. We needed guidance. I can never abandon my family and my responsibilities.

Now, I could tell that Kuroo is an accomplished man. He’s got everything. All of his dreams came true. But one thing is missing, a wife and children. That's why we are here. To help him plan his new beginning. Alisa had told me that Kuroo has a fiancée and currently on a business trip abroad.

I have established an event planning business and surprisingly, according to Alisa, we are Kuroo’s choice. It has been months since I started working full-time on his dream wedding. He hasn’t changed at all. He is still meticulous.

“How’s your dad, Y/N?”

We are currently slow dancing when he asks question. Let me defense myself, this is just a friendly dance. Forced by our common friends back in high school. It’s his party, organized by Kenma and Lev before his wedding this coming weekend.

“He’s good. My family is doing good.” I am not blaming my father for what happened between me and Kuroo but it is the eldest child’s duty to take responsibility when the head of the family can no longer fulfill the job. My father got involved in a car accident. He lost a foot, suffered from depression and that forced me to take part-time jobs while attending high school. After I graduated, instead of pursuing a college degree which was clearly not possible that time, I applied for different jobs to support my family. Three years later, I got an invitation from a nearby University. They offered me a full scholarship program that I gladly accepted.

“I heard that someone has donated a prosthetic leg for him. Maybe I should send him an invitation for my wedding?”

“Alisa told you ha? Why would you invite him?”

Kuroo has been mentioning all sort of things about weddings for three straight hours and it started making me feel sad about myself and my love for him that never fades.

“I was close with your father, Y/N.”

“You WERE close before.”

“Yeah, that was before.”

We didn’t noticed that the song we were dancing along with had finished. Thanks to Morisuke and Bokuto they pulled us apart and handed us a mug of beer. I must control my alcohol intake tonight or else I would end up speed driving on the street. I emptied at least three mugs and I am confident that I’m not drunk. I have high alcohol tolerance!

“Alisa, have you seen my things?” My brows are furrowed when I started looking for my bag and folders. Alisa just shrugged her shoulders and continued drinking with our drunk friends.

“I think I put them inside Kuroo’s bedroom.” Lev said, yawning.

“Hah?!” I smacked him on the face and he just laughed at me.

“Go get it, Y/N, Kuroo is not there.”

I jogged towards Kuroo’s house and went straight inside his dimly lit room. I found my bag and folders laying on his bed and immediately picked my things.

Before I could spin on my heels, a figure of a man appears from the darkened corner of the room.

“Sorry for intrusion, Lev’s fault.” I hugged my things closer to my body and looked straight at Kuroo.

“Do you still love me?” All of the sudden, Kuroo asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

I am honest and brave.

“Yes.”

“I see.”

“Excuse me, Kuroo. I need to go home.”

“Could you give this to your dad?” Kuroo handed me a copy of the invitation and squeezed my hand.

I smiled at him, “I will.”

Kuroo held my gaze for a moment. He sighed. The light from the ceiling flickered. I think I catch a glimpse of a portrait of a woman there before the door closes.

It must be his fiancée. How sweet of him.

When I returned home, my father was waiting for me on the front porch. I gave him a high five.

“Dad, Kuroo is inviting you to his wedding this weekend, would you like to attend?” I asked. Looking for the cream colored envelope inside my bag. I place it in his palm when I found it.

“Of course! You’ll be there, too, right?”

“Yeah. I’m one of the bridesmaids.” I laughed.

𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

“Dad!” They are here again! The employees from the nearby flower shop. Bringing baskets of daffodils for my father. If I’m not mistaken, someone have been sending daffodils every last saturday of the month for five years straight now! Whoever is doing this, is undoubtedly an angel! These flowers contributes to my father’s immediate recovery!

“Oh! These are pretty!” My father descended from the stairs, walking straight to the delivery team to sign the receipt. He was dressed in suit and I was dressed in yellow dress like the color of the daffodils.

“Where’s mom, Aria, and Dale?”

“They go shopping.”

“It’s too early for them to go shopping, Dad.”

My father walks up to me, dragging me outside our house after the delivery team finished placing all the baskets in the living room.

“Get going, Y/N, we’ll be late!”

“You seemed excited, Dad! It’s just Kuroo’s wedding!”

𝑊𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑒 ( 𝑆𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎 𝐶ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ )

He’s been looking for the right one until she came in his life. She's the torch that lights up his dark paths. Leading him towards the brightest one. Where he doesn’t need to be alone. All these years and after everything he went through, finally, Kuroo had found the one.

His peace in a world full of chaos.

My event team are all busy. Alisa helps aligning the children in the center aisle of the church. I left my father with Lev and Kenma and assisted the other guests. The bride’s car is parked near the entrance. I wonder why she is still staying inside the car.

“Come on, Y/N!” Alisa dragged me back on the line. Joining my father at the very end of the queue.

“What about the bride, Alisa?” I asked in panic.

“She has different tradition, Y/N. Let her be. She’ll come out after us.

“Stand straight, my child.” Dad said. Smiling widely.

I smiled back. Lev handed my father a walking cane who struggles standing on his prosthetic. Dad taps his arm, laughing.

The queue starts as the music plays.

[ the one by kodaline ]

🥀 Y/N LETTER ALMOST TEN YEARS AGO🥀

𝒦𝓊𝓇ℴℴ,

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚. 𝐼 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡! 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑚 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡! 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐿𝑜𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤, 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝐸𝐴𝑈𝑇𝑌 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝐸𝑋𝑇𝑅𝐴. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛.

𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜.

𝐺𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ���𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟.

—ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ

•end of the letter•

I really wished it was me. The one you’re looking for. But an extra should remain an extra. We were just made to spice things up. That’s all.

The line is about to end. Three more people and it will be our turn to walk down the aisle. The bride is still in her car. I’m nervous. I don’t think I can make it. Kuroo’s happy face is telling me to run for him and take him away and make him mine again.

But, that’s so cruel and inhumane.

“Be brave. Dad is here.” I bursted into tears when my father said those. He grips my hand tightly as we walk hand in hand. Tears streaming from my eyes down to my cheeks.

The guests probably thinks I’m out of my mind. Who am I to cry? I am not the bride for Christ’s sake!

“Dad? What are you doing?” I wiped my tears away and tried reaching my father's hand when he approached Kuroo.

He pulled two small envelopes from the inside pocket of his suit and gave one to Kuroo.

Dad opened the one he was holding and started crying when he showed me what was written on the paper.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛. It said.

“No! No! Don’t say that, Dad. You were never a burden.” I’m holding my hand on my chest as I cried loudly. Why would my father think that? He was never a cargo or a responsibility. He is my dad.

He pulled another paper that said, 𝒀𝑬𝑺.

That’s when the guests started clapping their hands. I looked at them one by one. They are all smiling and crying like me.

From where I am standing, My mom, my sister, Aria and brother, Dale, came out from the bride's car. All dressed.

Aria ran towards us, handing Kuroo a flower crown made of daffodils.

Now, it’s his turn to show what's inside the envelope that my father had given him awhile ago.

“SIR, CAN I MARRY YOUR DAUGHTER?” Kuroo read, tears forming from the corners of his eyes.

“Wait! Are all of these pranks?!” I cried, stepping back. They laughed. Kuroo pulled me close to him. Putting the flower crown on my head. Kissing my eyes like he’s been dying to do all of these.

“These are real, Y/N.” Kuroo leads me towards the altar. Grinning. My parents stood beside me. Both shedding tears.

“He’s the daffodils sender, Y/N.” Dad said.

“And he’s the one sponsored your college scholarship.” Mom added.

I gasped. Bursting into tears again.

“You bewitched me from the very start, Y/N. After all these years, it was always you I keep looking for. You are my beginning. My middle. And my end. You are my cycle of life.”

— E N D —

[realcube]

rainy girl || kenma kuzome x reader

summary: soulmate au! kenma finally saw his soulmate in his dream but something doesn’t seem right..

songfic! rainy girl by andrew mcmahon and the wilderness 

tw// swearing, angst, reader death!, (she/her) reader, unedited lol

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‘rainy girl, i can’t wait to meet you.’

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A smile didn’t leave Kenma’s face that whole day, he had finally seen his soulmate; her beautiful (h/c) hair, her (s/c) complexion and the school uniform with a red tie which complemented her gorgeous figure - unfortunately he didn’t get to see her face though.

However, beggars can’t be choosers. He was just happy to see her, after all these years of waiting and being told that boys usually see their soulmate in a dream closer to the beginning of puberty and he’s a lost cause. On his 16th birthday he was even told by his mother to stop hoping for a soulmate dream because it was simply ‘never going to happen’ and she didn’t want him to be disappointed. 

Kuroo had his soulmate dream when he was 13 yet he wasn’t too infatuated with his soulmate at the time - unlike most teenage boys - but a few months ago he noticed a resemblance between his soulmate and a Brazilian bikini model and he would not shut up about it. What he didn’t know was that the model was in her 30s and it would be very criminal if she was in fact his soulmate; Kenma was aware of this though, he just didn’t want to be the barer of bad news. 

Anyway, more to the point, Kenma grew up around people who had their soulmate dream at a very young age so by the time he was 14, he was convinced that he’d never have a soulmate dream, hence he doesn’t have a soulmate.

So you can imagine the amount of serotonin and relief he felt after he woke up one day and he realised that he did have a true love out there and he wasn’t destined to spent the rest of his life alone. It was as if he finally knew what it felt like to be in love.

Now, he was impatient to meet her - no matter who she was, what she enjoyed,  what she dressed like, what her life goals were; Kenma just knew that he’d love her unconditionally.

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‘i can’t wait to hear your name, sing it to the skies above.’

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However, there was a problem.

It was common knowledge that you’d meet your soulmate in dream where you are sitting underneath a tree, your soulmate would approach you and you’d learn their name along with their appearance, then you’d wake up.

But in Kenma’s dream, he was falling slowly towards the Earth with her by his side - he didn’t see what she looked like as the air resistance caused her hair to fly in front of her face and he didn’t learn her name either, all she said to him was, “I hate the rain.”  in the most calming, soft voice.

Kenma acknowledged it was a weird take on the classic soulmate dream as it seemed like he was falling through as endless sky, there was no rain in sight so he wasn’t sure why she’d mention that. He didn’t get to learn her name either but the comment she made helped Kenma give her an appropriate alias; ‘Rainy girl’, cute, right? He came up with it himself.

(’Rain girl’ was a close second but when he actually gets to meet her and he tells her about the little nickname, he didn’t want her to think that it was after a Yaeji song.)

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‘Rainy girl, wash away my memory.’

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Curiosity got the better of him so he borrowed a book from the library about soulmate dreams to investigate the causes and/or reasons why his dream was different to that of others. 

And yes, he did try to google it but the people on WikiDreams used big, professional language which he simply did not understand - plus, if his mum sees that he is reading a book, she’ll think he is studying for a change. 

Also, going to the library to get a book was a good way to bail of whatever plans Kuroo had for the pair of them. It’s not that Kenma hated Kuroo, it’s just that the rooster-man was uncapable of shutting up about his soulmate and he would always make the most elaborate plan for ‘guy days’ with Kenma, all of which drained Kenma’s social battery so quickly.

Anyway, he skimmed the index page for a chapter heading which best suited his current situation, “Delayed soulmate dream, no soulmate dream, can’t find soulmate, undesirable soulmate, food soulmate, decomposed soulmate..”  Kenma read the chapter headings aloud, each situation sounding worse than the last - making him feel lucky that he was just a late-bloomer rather than someone who had to watch their soulmate get devoured by a titan during a dream.

“Ah.” He let out faint hum of success as he found a chapter which accurately described his circumstances, “Falling beside your soulmate.” It was the very last chapter in the book and it was very specific which reassured Kenma slightly as it must mean that lots of people deal with/ dealt with this issue, so it’s not like he is a one-off case.

Kenma flipped to the page listed and began mutter the words as he read because it helped, that’s just what he was used to after doing gaming streams, “A dream in which you are falling beside your soulmate to a differing destination is quite rare - out of 1000 dreamers, only 3 are expected to have a falling dream. Studies show that those unfortunate souls who have this sort of dream have a deceased soulmate they have yet to meet and unless they believe in the afterlife, the experience of falling next to their soulmate will probably be the only opportunity they have to meet each other..”

His words slowly drifted off and as soon as he processed what he had just read, he slammed the book shut. Beads of sweat started building at his forehead, his breath hitched and he actually felt his heart tear apart, “I-” He started, choking on his own words as he gulped, having to swallow the air to convince his lungs to take it in.

 “No..she can’t be..” He panted, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes both from sadness and the fact he stopped paying attention to blinking as his mind was focussed on the fact he received information that will probably ruin the rest of his life. 

 “She can’t be dead. She- she can’t be dead.” He repeated, pressing the book closed as if there were demons in between the pages - which was hardly accurate as he feared the news that lay inked onto the paper more than he’d ever fear any demon. 

“I loved-” He cut himself off, allowing himself to toss his head back in despair and let the stream of tear flow from his eyes, down his cheek and onto his red hoodie which he bought a week ago, along with 3 other hoodies which he got with the intention of letting you wear them whenever he met you in real life. 

“-you too much.” he whispered to himself, aggressively throwing the book across his room before going to bury his head into his pillow to muffle his wails. The worst part wasn’t the fact he was grieving the death of someone he never even met - it was that he didn’t even get to say goodbye. 

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‘swimming through infinity, for you will be my love.’ 

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If you asked Kenma year ago if it was possible to love and cry over someone you haven’t even met, he’d ask you to define ‘love’. 

Now, he was laying on his bed, eyes damp and tear-stained while desperately trying to read over the last chapter of his book over and over again in hopes that perhaps he missed something and his dream didn’t mean what he thought it meant. 

It was no use though, the book kept telling him that his soulmate was dead but he knew that simply could not be the case.

He resorted to the internet again but that far from helpful too; he couldn’t comprehend what most of the articles were on about and as for the studies, they just reinforced the idea that his soulmate was gone. For good.

At this point, all Kenma could think of doing was sleep. Sleep and hope he’ll wake up and realise that this was all just one, big, horrible nightmare. His soulmate will be laying next to him - alive and well - reassuring him that it was just a nightmare and nothing but imagination.

His closed the book, placing it on his bedside table and attempting to pull his blanket over him but it got caught under the mattress so it didn’t pass his ankles. He was way too tired to fix it so he simply glanced at his Switch, wondering whether or not he could be bother to do the chores still pending on his Animal Crossing Island like he usually did before bed.

Today though, a wave of sleep washed over him before he could even make a decision. 

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 ‘sometimes when i’m falling in my dreams, i can feel you falling next to me.’

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Kenma’s eyes flew open upon the familiar sensation of the wind lacing through his hair as he fell through the endless sky, his back towards his final destination but he simply couldn’t bring himself to turn around because for now, he wanted to enjoy the sight of the clear blue sky and bask in the feeling of gracefully falling to his doom.

“Kenma!” 

His basking was cut short as he heard his name called from right beside him, so he whipped his head around to see who it was and of course, it was none other than the Rainy girl; his soulmate.

She was also facing him this time and her hair was tied up into a cute, messy bun so he could clearly see all the facial features he once missed out on. Her shiny (e/c) eyes which both had a slightly red hue to them, her flattering eyebrows and her tinted pink lips.

“Wh-who are you?” Kenma stuttered out due to his peace of mind suddenly being ruined not only due to the fact he generally got nervous when talking to girls but also since this girl in particular was his allegedly dead soulmate.

“(y/n) (l/n). I was supposed to be your soulmate but I think you already know why that can’t happen.” Her voice was soft, almost inaudible compared to the loud sound of air resistance burning Kenma’s ear - but he still understood what she said and what she most likely meant by it and the harsh reality made Kenma’s heart sink.

“Oh, yeah.” Kenma mumbled, biting his lip and keeping his voice low to resist the possibility of him bursting out into tears right in front of you - but apparently he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it as you immediately reassured him, “You can cry if you want, anybody would be heartbroken if they were in your shoes.” 

Kenma shook his head rapidly, unable to fight the tears which know spilled from his eyes, the ones which weren’t glued to his face being left in the path above him. “What-” He sniffled, turning completely on his side to look at you, thus he noticed the single tears resting on your cheek. “What happened to you?”

You looked Kenma dead in the eye, admiring his golden irises as you seemed to find safety in them - the scary part being that it might just be your last chance to do so. “Oh, nothing- well, I mean, it was kinda my fault; never walk home on your own at midnight in the rain, I guess.” You stumbled over your words, eyes widening at you remembered the event. 

Kenma’s blinked rapidly, as curious as he was, the sight of you being saddened from talking about it made him realise that he probably shouldn’t pry. “I am so sorry.” He muttered, averting his gaze back to the sky. “So- will I really never get to see you again?” He frowned at the thought, he wasn’t sure how he was able to become so emotionally attached to someone he had only seen twice since he was barely able to chat with his classmates whom he has known for years.  But with you, the words seemed to just pour from him mouth - as if he subconsciously knew that he was free of judgement, no matter what he said; you were his soulmate, after all. 

You giggled, the sweet sound which left your mouth being something that Kenma realised he’d  never forget. “Well, yes, you won’t see me again for a while.” You began, your attitude clearly improved from a few seconds ago as you now wore a kind smile on your tear stained face. “But I promise you, I’ll still be with you - that is, if you want me to.”

Kenma’s eyes lit up at your suggestion, at this point he didn’t care if he was with you in the physical world or just in spirit, he’d do anything just to be with you. “C-could you do that?” He asked, his heart skipping a beat as your soft hand wiped a tear from his cheek, slowly leaning into your tender touch.

 “Of course, anything for you, Kenma. Just please, don’t be sad for too long - I want you to live your life to the fullest! Could you do that?” You hummed, not sure if you were asking for too much as perhaps he now thinks that you were trying to vicariously live through him but that was not the case. Your intentions were just that you didn’t want Kenma to die was as many regrets as you - it was more like advice than a demand but your worried that maybe you didn’t communicate that clearly enough.

“Sure.” Kenma replied, the simplicity of the answer bringing you great relief. “I’ll try--what’s happening?” He tried to add to his previous statement until the speed at which he was falling slowed down until he had reached a complete halt mid-air. Fortunately, it appeared as though you had done the same. “I don’t think this is how gravity works.” Despite the abnormal nature of his current situation which piqued his curiosity, he still couldn’t bring himself to look down. 

You sighed, tugging down the skirt of your school uniform as you tossed your head back in exasperation, “I think you are waking up.” You turned to look at your soulmate one last time, shooting him another warm smile, “This is somewhat of a goodbye, but not really. I’ll always be there if you need me, Kenma.”

Kenma wasn’t sure how that would work just yet, but your charm made him believe wholeheartedly in every word you said. “Thank you, (Y/N).” A grin made it’s way onto his face, it was nice to know a part of you will always be with him. And although was presumably all occurring in his headspace, this encounter will is definitely not something he’ll let his mind forget. 

He slowly began to feel more light-headed and the hand which was resting on his cheek began to lose it’s density along with (Y/N)’s whole figure. Kenma knew he had to do/say something quickly but he had so much still left to ask yet so little time, hence he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind and probably the most important statement he could make, “I love you, (Y/N).” The word felt weird rolling off his tongue so smoothly and what was even weirder is that he meant it. 

“I love you too, Kenma.” 

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‘i guess we’re going everywhere together, rainy girl.’

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Kenma thought as he woke of from the best nap of his life. 

“Oh, wait.” He muttered to himself as he looked at the time displayed on his LOZ clock sat on his beside table. It was 6 in the morning, probably the earliest he has ever woken up before. 

“I guess there is no harm in getting changed then.” He spoke, picking up an outfit on the way to his bathroom to have a shower. Talking to himself was an embarrassing habit he had developed after doing so many streams and he’s been trying to force himself to stop but now that he knew that you were with him, he felt less ashamed as it was like he was talking to you.

He halted in his tracks as he got to the door of his en suite, her words suddenly ringing in his head as he thought out his plan for the weekend; which would usually consist of: gaming, a livestream, binge eating or no eating, depression naps, watching TV, avoiding people at all costs and procrastinating homework.

“Live my life to the fullest?” He repeated to him, knowing full well what she meant by that but without a single clue where to start - he was sure that something in his daily routine would have to change though as at the moment, even he was aware that he was barely living. If (Y/N) saw his daily routine, she would - understandably - be disappointed. 

“If I were to die tomorrow, what would I regret not doing?” He asked himself in attempt to get the ball rolling with ideas for what to do today. He hummed in thought as he tried to imagine his mindset if he were deceased. As he thought, he realised that there was quite a few things he would’ve missed out on if he died tomorrow but one of them was arguably more important than the rest.

He strolled over to his bedside table, unplugging the charger and picking it up, immediately opening IMessage to send Kuroo a text.

Kenma sighed, running a hand through his hair and turning on his heels to go and take a shower, expecting to be able to get changed before he getting a response from Kuroo but surprisingly enough, as soon as Kenma turned around, he heard his phone vibrate behind him. 

Grabbing his phone, he clicked the notification and of course, it was from Kuroo. After typing in his password, he read the message he had just received. 

Kenma smiled, which was weird because usually when Kuroo texted him the last thing he wanted to do was smile. But now, (Y/N) gave him a whole new outlook on life in a few minutes. Now, he actually wanted to enjoy the company of the people that made him happy because if anything, (Y/N) helped him realised that life is too short; also, that he shouldn’t walk home alone in the rain at midnight. 

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

An imaginary spring was attached to the heel of your boots, adding to your speed as you sprinted across the marble flooring that led to the main lobby of the resort. The guests who caught a glimpse of your blurred form blew out laughter, questioning whether you were merely an enthusiastic athlete or a madwoman. However, their commentaries did not pierce through the veil of determination that equipped you with a second layer of skin. Nothing could hurt you now, nothing but –

“Kumi!”

The younger girl was stood a few meters away, conversing casually with the four men towering over her. The scene may have appeared ordinary to the average person, however, in your eyes it was a classic arrangement of predator and prey. When the screak that ripped through the air reached where Kumi was situated, panic brough the smile on her lips to collapse into a strained expression of horror. What triggered your overprotective instincts was her extensive history of heartbreak. But the issue was never that she lacked the strength to walk away, her problem lied in the fact she trusted people far too easily.

Without a second thought, you increased your speed, fully intending on tackling the black-haired male who was closest to her. The flirtatious smirk plastered against his visage spoke volumes. Oh, how you would wipe that damn smirk off his face. Unfortunately, once you were close enough to launch your attack, an arm was snuck around your middle, guiding you a safe distance away from the group.

“Hi there. Please don’t run in the hallways. It’s dangerous, and we wouldn’t want you to get hurt, now would we?” Accompanying the teasing remarks was a hearty chuckle, demonstrating the stranger’s amusement with the situation.

The sarcasm dripping from his mouth along with his hold upon you stole your attention briefly from your mission. Halting your movements, a curious tilt was added to your head.

“Dangerous? You’re the one holding me? So maybe you should rethink your next steps, stranger danger.” Artificial humour curved your lips as you poked at his exposed arm that remained pressed against your stomach.  

“Stranger danger? Oh, is that your way of asking for my name, Miss Flash?” Another round of chortles was exhaled by the male, prompting your skin to dance at the hot air tickling your neck.

“I’ll need your name if I’m going to file a report on you later.” A small huff was added to your declaration, and you were about to administer another sneering remark when Kumi stepped forward, requesting you to stop.

“Please don’t fight. These are the guys I was talking about. They’re not bad, y/n.” In order to successfully calm your fighting urges, the younger girl prepared a puppy dog expression, expanding her eyelids while jutting her bottom lip.

The ultimate move from Toma Kumi – the y/n killer.

“I think I was able to piece that much together. What I don’t understand is why Stranger Danger is touching me.” Allowing your chin to collide with your chest in defeat, a few curses were mumbled under your breath.  

“I can answer that one. I’m only touching you because you were about to attack my friend.” As you sulked, an inquisitive expression curved his brows. You were quite a lively one, from your photos alone he would have not guessed that.

“Should I attack you instead?” Instantly you shot your head up, interest sparkling in your y/e/c irises. The threat did not elicit the reaction you were seeking, as you were met with a sincere beam, one that blessed his face in a heavenly glow.

“I would be delighted if you did.”  

Bokuto whistled upon hearing his friend’s words, while Kuroo observed the duo with caution. There was one thought on the pair’s mind, though they were unable to pinpoint what it was.

“Wow, it’s like there are two Oikawa’s instead of one now.” Akaashi mused out loud, accidentally leading the group’s focus onto him. When your eyes secured on his, he blinked slowly, wondering if he should too be prepared for some form of violence.  

“Keep going, cute face. Don’t be shy, drop his first name too.” An encouraging wave was issued in his direction, though the former setter was unsure whether to supply you the information.

“Tooru. Oikawa Tooru, at your service.” The brunette introduced himself in a coquettish whisper, aiming to provoke another explosive reaction. Yet, his dreams were crushed when your brother emerged from behind him, eyelids hooded in partial interest.

“So, this is where the party is at. What did we miss?” The question was directed at Kumi who was currently hiding behind her palm in distress. Rintarou then shoved his hands into his pockets, scanning the three men that remained beside his friend. “So, which one of you are the fuck boy she’s falling for?”

“Rintarou!”

Kumi squealed out, releasing her face only to shake the younger Suna violently. While the youngest of the group were engaged in a verbal disagreement, Sakusa hovered close to you, his presence serving as a threat.

“Y/n, what did I tell you about contacting germs?” The question was conveyed with a grimace, and he did not bother to conceal his disgust. Oikawa surveyed the male, unphased by his threatening aura, or his bitter comments. If anything, he found it entertaining.

“Oh, Kiyo-kiyo. I don’t think he’s got that many germs. He smells like vanilla and toasted sugar.” Despite the underlying compliment in your response, you shot Oikawa a side glance. What did he know? Maybe you hated vanilla and toasted sugar! Of course you didn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

Unsatisfied with your endeavour to appease him, Sakusa rolled his eyes. Germs could be masked with cologne – how foolish could you be. “Come here.” He noticed how Oikawa’s hold on you had faltered, and with a gentle tug, he was able to bring you into his arms and away from the unfamiliar man. Homura who caught visual of this exchange, clapped her hands together, forcing the group to acknowledge her presence. When every pair of eyes settled on her, a dim smile ghosted upon her mouth.

“So, these are your new friends, Kumi. Would you care to introduce us now that Sakusa has y/n under his custody?”

“Oh yes!” Freeing the fabric of Rintarou’s shirt, the youngest of the group stepped back, joy brightening her features. “Let’s do that.”

Fun facts:

⇻ When Oikawa saw y/n’s photos he almost dropped Kumi’s phone, his excuse was that he had a “mini heart attack.” 

⇻ After the group finished introductions, y/n gave Kumi her “blessing” to date Bokuto, much to Kuroo’s dismay. 

⇻ Homura is the only one out of the group who will not waste energy on physically fighting. But one time Rintarou annoyed her so much that she smacked him with a wooden spoon.  

Can you keep a secret - Miss Flash

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A/N: Okay ya’ll I wrote this while still sick sO if it’s not great pls excuse thank you 

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[aitarose]

OVER OUR HORIZON (T.KUROO) pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

synopsis: supposedly a guardian angel in the midst of her demons, kuroo tetsuro was her salvation, her saving joy—but in the end, she was his demise. 

word count: 1.4k 

genre: mob au, angst, established relationship

warnings: mentions of abuse, guns, blood, major character death

notes: this is for my bbs lina-chan and kyle. i still know little to nothing about this man, but he is a very fun time to write.

↳ DIRECTORY

Chaos erupted around them, loose bullets and noise-cancelling gunshots ringing past their ears—adrenaline rushing through their veins as Kuroo held her hand in his, pulling her away from the violence, away from the insanity that was her life.

His body shielded hers, a bullet proof vest strapped against his chest for a layer of extra protection, an insurance policy that she’d be alright. It was a way to make sure that the woman he loved would survive the attack he’d planned. The attack that he’d planned since the moment he’d met her. 

Coming from the family that she’d been born into, Y/N was a clear threat amongst the average people. She had power, drive, ambition—three things that could breed a killer, a murderer amongst murderers. 

And Kuroo had known this, he’d known the danger and sacrifice that would come with getting close to her. He knew the risks he was taking when he’d accepted the position as her bodyguard, the bodyguard for a mob princess.

There was no world in which he’d expected to fall in love with her. His feelings had grown strong, quickly and unpredictably. All of their little moments together, the times in which he’d sneak her out of the family dinners, into their little alcove, and kiss her while the moonlight shone from the window sill. 

All of the times where he’d wrap his arms around her, hold her close as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, promise her that he’d always love her, never wanting to let her go. He was her sun, bringing warmth and empathy to her morally grey life. 

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and run away together. Run away, far away from her family, from the horror that she’d faced every day as a child, teenager, and young adult. 

So, he’d conducted a plan with his own agency. One in which every part would be satisfied. A plan in which her family’s business would be put to a stop, and he’d be able to shower her in love forever—live a life in absolute peace.

And with his allies neck-in-neck with hers, he dragged her away from the sight. He ran with her to their favorite place in the massive residency, a place that no one else thought to bother with, their little alcove near the stars.

“What’s happening, Tetsuro?” Y/N whispered, holding his face to hers, grimacing as he pressed light and loving kisses to the blossoms of her cheeks, the scars that graced her gorgeous glow. “What did you do?”

She was confused, expecting the night to go just as it had been planned. It was the long awaited night in which she’d take over for her father, run the business of killers herself. A night that she’d been forced to prepare for, for her entire life. 

The smile on his face was concerning in her eyes, one of a madman. The infatuated gaze he wore was frightening, the genuine love that he felt overwhelming her senses, throwing her feelings into a whirlpool of self-doubt.

“I bought us time, my love.” He responded, gently caressing her beautiful features, trying his best to show her that everything was alright—that they would be alright. “I bought us time to live our lives—to live our life together.”

“You don’t deserve this life, Y/N. You don’t deserve to become a cold-blooded killer against your will.” Stepping even closer, hands on her shoulders, doing his best to ground her while they stood in the eye of the hurricane. “Run away with me—be happy with me away from all of this.”

Kissing her gently, lips lingering over hers. memorizing the velvet feeling of her touch, the pure ecstasy that came with her presence—Kuroo felt that everything would turn out right. That he was about to get his happy ending, the ending that he’d always dreamed of for the two of them.

But it wasn’t as easy as he thought. 

He simply assumed that their relationship was strong enough to move mountains, that the complexity of their lives wasn’t overbearing, that it didn’t tower over Y/N, causing her to quiver in fear every day.

Yes, she loved him as much as he loved her. Her heart was swollen with all of the niceties and adoration that she held for her sworn protector. Seeing his bright, smiling face in the mornings was the one thing she could always count on—the shining sun amidst her thunder clouds.

And she’d never expected to feel such a way, to feel like her family wasn’t the most important thing in her life, to feel as if nothing mattered other than him. It was as if she orbited around his light, as if her tidal waves were settled by the rays of his moon.

He was made to show her humanity, given to her by someone higher above to teach her the meaning of loving someone with her entire heart. While Y/N’s purpose was quite different, as she was only to bring him demise. 

Stepping back, rejecting his kisses and shows of love, her face became stone. Cold and unreadable as she held his own gun in her hands, the very weapon that had saved her life a countless amount of times. The very weapon that he’d sworn he would protect her with, now considered Kuroo its target. 

“I love you.” Y/N confessed using the three words that she’d tell him every night when they’d lay in bed beside one another, breathless and completely secure in his bare arms. “I love you so much, more than I thought I could ever be capable of.”

Shaking his head at the craze in her eyes, Kuroo pleaded. He pleaded that she reconsider what she was doing, that she looked at it from his perspective—the perspective of happiness, the prospect that they’d be normal people. That they’d be normal people who’d get married, start a family, die from old age and not molded steel.

And with his life in her hands, his weapon between her fingers, Y/N looked at Kuroo with all of the love in her heart. She felt it expand, overcompensating for how her family mistreated her, how her life mistreated her—and did the one thing she never thought she’d do—the one thing that truly made her the monster she’d always known she’d become.

She pulled the trigger.

The sound was deafening. Every noise, gunshot, bullet on mute as she watched the love of her life crumble—as she watched him scream in agony and pure pain, clutching swollen his neck and gasping for air. However, there were no regrets on her mind, she believed that she made the right decision for herself. The decision to leave him behind.

Falling back, Kuroo was in disbelief. The faith he’d had in her completely shattered as she turned away without giving him so much as a second glance—moving past his convulsing body as if it were nothing, as if he was as worthless as her broken promises. 

The pain of heartbreak wasn’t a stranger to his mind, but a misconception to the average person. It wasn’t some emotion to write love songs and make movies about—but complete and utter anguish. It was more painful than death itself.

His chest felt heavy, heaving and sighing as the blood loss became far too much. Laying there, in a pool of his own shades of red and scarlet, reality hit him harder than her family’s bullets ricocheted off of their granite walls, harder than how they burrowed themselves deep into the chests of his allies.

Her betrayal hadn’t only broken his heart, broken the trust that he thought they’d cemented together, but it’d cost him his life. The sun was finally setting over the horizon—and unfortunately for him, this time, the horizon was his. 

So, as Kuroo Tetsuro took his last dying breaths, his arm stretched out, yearning to capture her fleeting love one last time—he bled out alone.

Alone and hidden from the others, hidden in his own secluded alcove that he’d first confessed his relentless feelings, his relentless love. The love that ignited the flame that had been just blown out—the flame that had been forgotten by the girl that held his heart.

And as his heartbeat slowed, collapsing into tiny fragments, a shell of what his love had once been, as did the building itself. As did the beautiful stained glass windows, the towering stone pillars, and the vaulted ceilings.

Watching as the world around him became destroyed, demolished due to the chaos he himself had evoked, he was buried beneath his own lies and lost dreams—the lost dreams that he’d had for him and Y/N.

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[khlowx]

Whumptober 2020 ! (Haikyuu!!)

Prompt list by Angsy_Cheez-it on Wattpad.

English isn’t my first language sorry if there are mistakes.

Warnings : Hostages, robbery, gunshot, finger cutting, weapons, police, death...

Day 18 : Hostage. (Bokuto/Akaashi/Kuroo/Kenma)

Akaashi loved his new job and he didn’t want to brag, but he really thought he was good at it. In a month he had been promoted and had a lot more responsibilities. He was in charge of the coffee shop’s closure on the days with great influence. On late Mondays afternoons, there wasn’t many customers so it was the best time for him to invite his three boyfriends. Bokuto and Kuroo were so excited to finally come to see him at work, they were talking about it since he accepted the job. Kenma just had rolled his eyes every time the other two jumped all around and babbled about their visit.

Now they were at one of the tables just in front the counter, watching intensively as the dark-haired barista made their drinks : a vanilla cappuccino for Kozume, a latte mocha for Koutarou and a caramel macchiato for Tetsurou. Keiji brought them to the three waiting men and sat down with them, welcomed by blinding smiles and shining eyes.

“- You’re not drinking any ? the cats’ former setter asked, taking a sip from his cup.

- Not on a shift. That’s not very professional.”

The two others giggled, tasting their beverages and humming appreciatively. They all fell into a comfortable silent, the sun setting out and projecting some warm light inside the shop. Akaashi glanced at the clock, ten more minutes before he had to close. He was tired from his day, plenty of clients came today. He stood up, deciding that no one would come anymore since it was near seven pm. It seemed like he was wrong because a man all dressed in black and a hood on his head pushed the door furiously. The barista only had time to register the hiccup that left Bokuto’s mouth before a gun was pointed directly to his head.

“- The cash ! Give me all the money and everything’s gonna be fine ! the newcomer screamed, pushing his hostage towards the coffee checkout. You, hands in the air ! Away from the phones !”

The former setter complied, throwing a look at his lovers. They were all frozen, eyes wide and face livid. The criminal followed him and handed him a bag where Keiji hurried to put all of the recipe he made that day. He could feel the gun banging his head slightly as the man shook. His eyes lifted up to observe how the others were doing. Tetsurou was stoic, but he noticed his knee touching Koutarou’s one as the latter was completely panicking. Kenma had his own eyes riveted on the barista, checking for any kind of fear. They had locked eyes for a while before the robber yelled something to make his prisoner go faster.

How long had pass ? Five minutes ? Less ? More ? No one knew, but a first police car had parked in the middle of the road, sirens all loud. Two officers came out and pulled their own guns out. The intruder hid behind Akaashi, indicating for Kuroo to close the shutters. The dark-haired man stood up quickly and did as he was asked. The officers shot him a look of surprise but understood easily. What seemed to be a robbery in the first place turned to hostage-taking.

“- The back shop ? Is there another door ? the criminal asked angrily, shaking even more.

- Yes, it’s the first one to the-

- What are you thinking ? You’re coming with me dude.”

Once again, the barista was directed by the gun and by a hand pushing his shoulder forward. Bokuto was now whimpering weakly, being powerless as his boyfriend was taken away from him. Unfortunately, another cops’ car was waiting for them outside. The hooded man cursed under his breath and came back in the main room of the shop, making his hostage sit with the others. Guessing by the lights and sounds, a lot more of the police forces were out there now.

The four victims looked at each other, realizing that it was not a joke. They had no time to fully proceed this fact before the hostage taker came back to them.

“- Your phones, give them to me.”

He didn’t need to insist on that. After taking the items and saying that they could put their hands back down, he started to perambulate, tugging on his dark strands of hair. Great, he was panicked too. The coffee’s phone rang and every person in the room stared at it for a long amount of time before the outlaw picked it up.

“- What !?… No, I’m gonna tell you what is going to happen. You’re gonna give me a car and the assurance of leaving without being pursued. If you don’t, every hour you’ll have a piece of one of the hostages. There are four men with me, I’ve got enough material to keep up for hours. I won’t hesitate, believe me… What do you mean “no” ?… Listen to that and tell me no again, I dare you.”

On the other side of the line, every officers held their breaths. It was not long after this final sentence that a gunshot was heard. The negotiator closed his eyes, listening to every cry and shout of a name he didn’t know. There was a hysterical laugh before the robber took the phone again.

“- Got it ? An hour, that’s all you have before blood flows again.”

A beep signaled that the call had ended.

Inside of the coffee shop, it was chaos. Kenma was on the floor, applying pressure to Tetsurou’s thigh. The bullet didn’t come out of the wound and the rooster head was crying loudly. The pain was insufferable. Bokuto was hyperventilating in Keiji’s arms, next to their hurt lover. The dark-haired barista had his wide eyes fixated on the latter’s face, distorted in a really painful expression. They had all moved on instinct at the sound of the gunshot and the scream of Kuroo. At this moment, they didn’t care about being shot themselves, they didn’t mind the criminal behind their backs. All that mattered was their boyfriend and his well-being.

“- Tetsu, oh my god, Tetsu… the gray-headed kept sobbing, tears falling down his cheeks.

- He’s fine, he will be fine, it’s okay Bokuto-san… He has to.”

Akaashi was praying silently. He begged every god he knew for the police to give this man what he wanted. If they didn’t, he would not pay dearly for their skins.

“- He’s loosing a lot of blood. Kozume mumbled, his bloody hands still covering the wound.

- Yeah, he’s gonna die.” the outlaw teased, another laugh escaping his throat.

The two lucid hostages shot him dirty looks, gritting their teeth. The bleached blond would never let that happen.

After an hour, the rooster head was still conscious. The bleeding had stopped miraculously and the pain had been numbed. He was still pale and sweating, but he seemed fine anyway. The phone rang, everyone tensed up. Akaashi scooted near his boyfriends even more, blocking the crazy man’s way to them. The latter unhooked the phone again.

“- So ? You’re admitting your defeat, officer ?

- No. The Procurator said no. We don’t have the proof that you hurt one of your hostages.

- You want some proof ? No prob.”

The call was cut short once again. The negotiator took his head between his hands. He was so sorry for the men inside with that psycho. But the orders were orders, there was nothing he could do against that.

The conversation didn’t go well, as it seemed. Keiji felt shivers running down his spine when the criminal started to rummage through the drawers of the kitchen. He soon found what he was searching for. The knives. Oh no. If the knot in the black-headed’s stomach wasn’t enough, the bad feeling he got was enough for him to cling on his beefy lover’s arm. And he was right to do so, the robber walked to them. He grabbed Koutarou’s collar and tugged on it. The sobbing mess tried to wrestle but the weapon slid against his throat so he gave up quickly. Akaashi was now crying, gripped to the gray-haired man’s pant. Kenma had averted his eyes, stroking Kuroo’s cheeks and muttering some reassuring words. Bokuto was brought to the counter, force to sit down and to put his hands flat on the wood.

“- What are you doing for a living, dude ? the torturer asked like he was talking about the weather.

- I-I’m a-a volleyball p-player. For the MSBY Black Jackals. the other stammered, eyes locked on the blade.

- Oh, a celebrity. Even better. It would be quite difficult for you to play without one of your fingers, right ?”

Keiji’s brain stopped functioning. Loosing one of his digits would sign the end of Koutarou’s career, for sure. It would, it would…

“- You-you can’t do that…

- Oh, are you sure about that ?

- NO, NO, STOP, PLEASE…!”

Too late. It had happened so fast, even Kozume looked disoriented. The former ace of Fukurodani had not cry, not move… Even when he came back to sit with his companions, he only looked defeated. He was glaring where once was his right annular, now an empty place bleeding profusely. The barista took his hand in his and squeezed softly.

“- Are you alright ?

- No.”

With that the interaction was finished. They sat in silence once again, the gray-headed looking into the void, dejected. The shot one was starting to have a fever, the former Nekoma’s setter was apprehending the next move of the robber and Akaashi… Akaashi was so done. He wasn’t feeling angry or scared anymore. If it took one of them dying for the others to exit the situation, he would volunteer immediately. He barely noticed the man throwing the finger outside, hidden from the policemen by the door. He almost didn’t hear the phone rang once again.

“- Satisfied ?… Great, finally !… Oh, you can’t assure me a sure escape. Okay. If I go to jail, might as well go for something a little funnier then a cut finger and a bullet in some dude’s thigh, no ?”

It was enough. The negotiator shouted for the armed men to go inside the coffee shop. Enough blood had sank tonight. He won’t put the hostages in more pain anymore.

It had happened like in a dream. Kenma saw their torturer took some quick steps in his direction, the knife held high in the air. He saw him try to reach his chest, an evil look in his eyes. What he didn’t see was Keiji throwing himself between him and his assaulter. The door flew open and men in uniforms came in, shooting the hostage taker right in the heart. But the bleached blond didn’t care. His last boyfriend had been stabbed. He was dying in his arms and Kuroo was bleeding again, Bokuto was crying and screaming and bleeding too. Everything was so blurry, or was he finally crying ? 

[outcast-thingz]

That One Song

(I may change the title later)Hello my lovelies, I'm back with another song fic. I had a daydream while listening to this song and this is what happened😂😂

Pairing: atsumu x reader? Not really sure how to label this one

Summary: Girls night out! At least that was the plan. Just because your friends couldn't come didn't mean you couldn't go. A night of dancing and you catch someone's eyes. Next thing you know you meet his crew for the night. Who would have known dancing would get you into a little (harmless) trouble

Warnings: lyrics are a bit NSFW, it's a night club so the dancing isn't exactly clean either😂😂

       The dance floor called to you like a siren. Unfortunately, none of your gal-friends could come out tonight but that wasn't going to stop you from having a fun night. To ease their mind you texted them where you were whenever you changed locations. The current club you were in seems to have good music. You'd been on the dance floor for the past four songs without a break. The next song starts and nothing changes, you stay on the dance floor.

        Dum-pa-dum Dum-pa-dum The music wraps its sneaky strings around your limbs and body controlling you like a puppet. Dum-pa-dum dum-pa-dum left to right, left to right, your hips move to the beat. You allow yourself to be the music's little puppet as you get lost in the melody. Not much of the song passes when a feeling begins to tug at you. Your gaze follows the feeling. Amongst the crowd of people, a pair of honey-brown eyes stood out. The intensity held your eyes captive yet after a single blink they were gone; they had disappeared into the crowd. Soon enough you found yourself looking around to find the eye's owner. You accidentally back into somebody and quickly spin around to apologize.

       "He- eEeEEeeEy~ you're pretty cute." The man you bumped into seemed crossed at first but quickly softened when setting his eyes on you. The light shined against his yellowish blonde hair. His piercings were kind of intimidating.

"Hey blondy, get those hips moving we didn't come here to stand around. Oh. Why hello there~" a man with brown hair whines until he sees you. 

"I uh… I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You finally blurted. The two narrowed their eyes and smirks crept on their faces.

"You know, you could make it up to us" the blonde started,

"By dancing with all of us for a few songs." The brown hair man finished. 

"All of us?" You lifted a brow daringly. The brown one looks back over his shoulder to speak,

"Hey! Living sun, Kitty, what do you think?"

Bouncing over was an energetic, spikey, white and black-haired man. His golden eyes filled with the natural high of exercise.

"Hey, hey, hey. Sounds like fun to me Oikawa, I'm down for it," boisterous man cheered. "Kuroo, what do you think?" Yet another man appeared. This one had black hair and a mischievous vibe about him. Really they all have a mischievous vibe about them but he was more like a scheming kind of mischief. The new man quickly bopped all of them on their heads,

"You idiots, you going to scare her away and Astumu will be pissed at us. Let's not forget who's paying for our drinks tonight." He grins at you whilst pushing the other guys out of the way. He stretches his hand out to you,

"My name is Kuroo, please forgive my crew, Terushima, Oikawa, and Bokuto. You are extraordinarily cute but to us, you're  ~off limits~" he emphasizes while eyeing his friends who either roll their eyes or scoff. "We would be delighted if you would join us for at least this song." he kept his hand out until you gently shook it.

"Y-Y/n…" is all you could manage to say. 

       All of the confidence you had started your night with disappeared. Here you were in just about every girl's dream, surrounded by tall, attractive, and athletic-looking men. Yet you found yourself a stuttering mess. You took a step back as the song reaches a quiet part. A hand finds it's way to your shoulder gently holding it. You lift your head and meet those captivatingly intense eyes from before. It was impossible to look away.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, princess. The names Astumu. We've been watching from afar for some time, you really have some moves. I'd like to see how you do with a partner, can you do that for us?" He spoke with a friendly tone but his eyes made it seem like he was commanding you. Who knew dancing was going to be the thing to get you in trouble. After catching your breath you are able you calm yourself enough to respond.

"Y/n, a pleasure to meet you Astumu. Let's hope your feet can keep up with mine~!" The tease that slipped from your mouth surprised everyone, including you. Even so, that was enough permission for them. 

       The song kicks back into high gear and the first man to take you hand was Terushima. He pulls you close to him and lifts one of your legs to his hips.

"Vamos, fiesta; I want you, señorita," He sings the lyrics as he leans back still keeping you close so you lean with him. Oikawa is next. Terushima lets you slip from his grip as Oikawa takes one of your hands and twirls you around. He dips you whilst continuing the lyrics,

"I'm gonna kiss all your body; Sharp breath, gripping the bed sheet."

Kuroo slips his hand underneath your back and lightly pushes you up till you're standing straight. He pulls you towards him keeping your back facing him. He wraps his arms around you. Then he crosses them so his right hand is holding your left and vise versa. The lyrics continue

"Baby girl, yeah, I'mma put it in; I can make your bed shake." Slips away and Bokuto fills his spot seamlessly. He leans you to the left while he leans to the right,

"I can be your sin." He now leans you to his right as he leans to the right,

"Your hands scratching against me." During both moves he kept his eyes locked on yours. Suddenly he twirls you off and it almost feels aimless until you're caught. A finger under your chin and a thumb resting just below your lip helps lift your head to once again meet Astumu's intense gaze. 

"One look," he quickly move his head beside one of your ears, "I know that you want me." Tingles run down your spine, the hair on the back of your neck raises, and your body tenses up as the last lyrics are whispered. 

       You are spun around again and pulled from Astumu by Terushima and Oikawa.

"Baby girl, won't you come my way?" Now you stood in the middle of a circle made up of the five men you are dancing with. 

"Tell me all the things; that you wanna say," the boys appear to be singing in unison and encouraging you to dance. You shrug and let the music once again slink his strings around you; you let it make you a puppet. The boys sway and watch as you entertain them. You honestly didn't mind since the whole point of coming out tonight was to dance; having an audience was just a bonus. 

"Baby girl can you say my name; show me all the ways; you can move that thing," as the lyrics end Astumu works his way up to you. He pulls you close wrapping one arm around your hips. The other hand takes hold of your closest hand. The two of you sway and rock to the slow part of the song.

"I don't wanna to take you nowhere; I don't wanna waste your time; Baby girl, would you come my way," he lifts your head again like earlier with the hand that held yours. "Baby girl would you come for me?" You can't help but giggle and thank the gods that the club lights were hiding the major blush on your face.

       You dance the rest of the song with the boys and hit the bar. That's where you learn Astumu called dib the moment the boys laid their eyes on you. After some more talking, flirting, and exchanging of numbers you all head home. You immediately tell your gal friends of tonight's adventure and remind them that they really should have gone. Feeling a bit jealous, the girls ask if you'd be willing to ask the boys to go out tomorrow night. You laugh and ask away. A unanimous response of yes came back. 

"I guess tomorrow I'm going your way aren't I? Astumu?" You hummed to yourself before landing on your bed and promptly passing out.

Tag List: @1tsnoya @oof-she-needs-therapy @red-riot-rat @squishytenya

[costellos]

LOL A 401K IM DEAD but honestly...... tru

all that tax stuff, retirement plans.... nanami’s got it covered. and then there’s gojo, committing tax fraud 🤧 i’d compare gojo to salt as a seasoning but that’s kinda mean, he does have some flavor. like, sugar probably suits him better?? sweet, can be addicting, but bad for you if have too much of it 🙈 AND THEN NANAMI. man’s the whole spice rack, he wouldn’t have it anything less since he loves food so much 😤 he is, as we say, umami personified 🤌

yeah, it’s unfortunate lmfao but oh well. i do occasionally have them in a smoothie though, like you said!

alsjfhsha it’s def time consuming.... like i’d be sitting down w my family and when i’m finally done picking it all out, they’ve finished eating welp 😭 and yeah, the rational part of me knows that, but i’m that person someone has to go up the service worker for and be like “excuse me she asked for no pickles” (except i didn’t 🙈) i’m much better in restaurants bc the language barrier isn’t as intimidating so i will tell them to leave out an ingredient if it’s something i can’t easily take out

mmmmm i can see that! he’d be the guy who’d eat pizza with a fork and knife wouldn’t he lol. and dab all the excess oil off w a napkin. he probably only goes to the Legit pizza places too haha but i think if he likes you enough he can be convinced to eat almost anywhere

ofc!! ask games are more fun if it goes both ways 😌 and ooooo tsumu! interesting...... 👀 those are honestly such good date ideas w a guy like atsumu! that’d rly be smth he’d enjoy and ngl the moment i read ‘something physical’ i immediately imagined y’all racing LMAO. he’s a prime example of how competition can be good for you w the right person, so i can see you filling in the space osamu left after he decided to focus more on his food aspirations. like imagine making cute lil bets w him and the loser having to do what the winner wanted hehe. omg a double date w the miya twins would be sm fun tho??? from my impression of you so far, i definitely trust you to keep tsumu in line lmfao so catch me there. me and osamu are the ones spectating and judging your guys’ competitions and cheering you on to beat atsumu like we’re olympic commentators or smth LOL

aaaaa i’m honestly p shy but if anything can get me to come off anon, it’d be nanamin 😂 (it’s like we’re todo and yuji bonding over their shared type but w nanami skdjfjsjsjs) let me know if you prefer to keep it here or on discord and i’ll give you my account, whichever platform you like better! also congrats on 1k! much deserved!! 🎉

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A;LDSKJ GOJO WOULD COMMIT TAX FRAUD. lmao salt is a lil mean!! sugar is more fitting <3 sugar is also used for more fun foods, and I feel like it matches him bc of his sweet tooth. but Nanami........ o lawd. definitely the whole spice rack yes. 100% agree. pls I would use him in everything. wait was that a weird thing to say?

ah I totally understand! well, u got this friend. the next time u go out for Mexican food, I’ll be there cheering for u in spirit!!

and yes.... ugh... I don’t think he’s particularly picky, he’ll try anything. he just doesn’t like foods that are excessive, if that makes sense? like what you were saying with the grease. I think he’s more the type to like subtle flavors. an obnoxious meat lover’s pizza from The Hut would be a no go, but he’s down for a, quote, Legit Pizza Place. the kind of Italian restaurant that’s authentic! but let’s admit it, by that point it wouldn’t even technically be “pizza.” authenticity comes with a price :’)

ty friend you’re far too kind 🥺 AND PLS YOU’RE MAKING ME BLUSH OVER MY LAPTOP HHHHHHH. I would love nothing more than to fill the Osamu-shaped hole in his heart once they both go into their separate careers. and god..... don’t encourage him. or me. I would definitely make bets w him. and I would win. but thank you sweet anon, I would do my best to keep him from annoying the shit out of you!! it would be an honor to have you and Osamu comment on our tomfoolery. 👉👈

MY GOD I WAS ABOUT TO KEYBOARD MASH AGAIN. we’re definitely Todo and Yuji.... u like Nanami and so now I’m obligated to imagine a whole life we coulda had together in high school together. even tho I graduated five years ago. and I’m assuming you did some time ago too since you mentioned you’re old...... lordt. anyway! thank you for the congrats!! I would love to discuss more headcanons and such w you over Discord! dm me and I’ll add you so that we can sob over Nanami’s absence in the anime <33

nanamin date anon said: me, rewatching eps 9-13 on replay until the new episode comes out: hahaha i love all the jjk characters equally! nanamin and *looks at smudged writing on hand* the extras

lol i love them all rly, it’s just super refreshing to have an adult like nanami in a shounen

haha yeah, i’m definitely glad i’m not the oldest (bc that’s way too much responsibility for me, idk how they do it) so being player 2 as a younger sibling isn’t too bad, especially since it’s the story that i’m usually more interested in rather than the gameplay itself. i don’t have to worry about remembering which buttons to press in a fight when i can just watch the plot play out lol. (it’s definitely a good game, i just suck at the controls 😅 my brother let me play a bit and i couldn’t get the web swinging down i was struggling so bad aslfjjfsjak) what sort of games are you into? 👀

even if it’s boring to some ppl, watching is a good way to experience the game for yourself as well, esp if it’s a single player game! ofc i do tend to prefer multiplayer games, but it’s not too dissimilar to watching someone play a sport tbh. AND NO KENMA IM PRO-SIDEQUEST LIVE OUT YOUR COMPLETIONIST DREAMS. if we gotta fetch that dude a super rare item to unlock his backstory we MUST do it ok

YEAH! mikorin is also voiced by noya’s va! it’s honestly a shame gsnk didn’t get a second season, it’s so good 😔

me: lol does that mean kuroo’s your tomoda

kenma: ok this date is over

LMFAOOOOO not my fault the popular choices are the ones that get you the good end 😤 and it’s all good, i’m also guilty of replaying to see how the other choices impact the story haha. if there’s no save system tho, i’d make him switch out w me every time we replay bc i’d zone out at all the repeat stuff (bless games that have a skip option 🙏)

UGH TELL ME ABOUT IT!!! ok so I love the other charas too but.... Nanami’s so good. so good. iono about you, anon, but I went back and rewatched his episodes from the dub and it made me Feel Things. and I agree, it is refreshing to see an adult like him in shounen. esp since he treats the kids like kids. and he makes it clear that their being kids is never a bad thing. I will reiterate: he’s so good.

ahhh friend that’s so nice!. your brother sounds really chill. plus it sounds like a good balance: you get to watch the story, and he gets to dick around!! win-win. and as for my fav games, I’m up for anything! I try to avoid co-op games like Overwatch bc I get too competitive and I’m a sore loser lmao (but they are fun!). the last games I played were the Last of Us 2 and Persona 5, two very different games, but stuff that’s a good time nonetheless. tbh as long as I can immerse myself in the story and there’s tons to explore, I’m down. what about you?? you’d kind of mentioned otome games and Animal Crossing, but I’m curious!

hm. interesting. that’s a nice way to look at it. I guess if it’s a really good game, it’s no different from an interactive movie! also Kenma would love that omg you’re going to save so many villages in the rpgs he plays w you.... gotta max out EVERYTHING. every side quest! every mundane task!! collect literally every feather!!! but I feel like he would pass the time by making idle conversation. like some dumb shit Lev had mentioned earlier that day. such a nice way to unwind at the end of the day, shit talking Lev w his fav person 😌

anyway! going back to completionist stuff: Kenma would have such a blast going back and replaying games w you! and yes bless games w a skip option hhh. thankfully he’d remember all your previous choices together, so he can help navigate where to go next. he has no qualms handing the controller over, I think he’d love to curl up next to you and analyze how you play! but I also feel like he’d be giving unwarranted suggestions....... thanks, Kenma.

also, about Mikorin’s va: WHAT. OH MY GOD. so many things to learn..... pls. indulge me w your trivia.

[how-to-voleebol]

A BokuAka scenario nobody asked for

(I ship these two so much I can't hnng)

It wasn't until Bokuto was being forced to study the other day last week by Akaashi did he realise that he had a huge crush on the setter. I mean, who wouldn't? Akaashi Keiji was gorgeous. Akaashi Keiji was smart. Akaashi Keiji was the man of everyone's dreams, including Bokuto.

Bokuto didn't even know he was gay until he explained his predicament to Kuroo.

Of course, Kuroo, who was a so called 'professional' with love, gave him all the 'advice' he needed.

"So. To put it simply, you like Akaashi."

"No, no, no! I don't like him. I..."

"You like him."

"Ugh, alright, fine! I like him! Bro, I'm not gay, though!!"

"Dude, come on. Everyone who likes Akaashi is either gay or straight."

"What..."

"Actually, that sounded better in my head. Anyway! How long?"

"Erm...I actually dunno."

"You're an idiot. Here's some advice : impress him. Use those sexy muscles of yours, flex and compliment him as much as you can."

"Great, awesome! Thanks, bro!"

"Don't sweat it, bro!"

And somehow, Akaashi and Bokuto, being the idiot he is, ended up here, at Akaashi's place. Again.

Studying.

...

Again.

Not exactly how Bokuto had planned on impressing the younger male, but hey, he'll just go with the flow. That always end well, doesn't it?

"Akaaaashi!!" Bokuto whined, slumping over.

"What is it now, Bokuto-san...?" Akaashi sighed in slight annoyance. They had taken a break not ten minutes ago, and Bokuto had come over half an hour ago.

"I don't know how to do this!" the elder complained with a pout.

"I know you don't, your head is filled with volleyball and volleyball only," Akaashi rolled his eyes, picking up his blue mechanical pencil.

"That's not true! It's filled with you too, Akaashi!" Bokuto groaned, blowing his paper out of his face.

Unfortunately for the owl boy, he missed the slight dust of pink that appeared on Akaashi's cheeks. He knew so goddamn well that Bokuto didn't mean it in the way that Akaashi couldn't help but hope he did. It pissed him off that he imagined what being in a proper relationship with Bokuto so vividly.

Suddenly, Kuroo's words rang in Bokuto's little brain.

"Here's some advice : impress him."

Out of the blue, he jerks up, making Akaashi, who was sitting across from him, jump and hit his knees below the table.

"Oh, sorry about that!" Bokuto laughed as Akaashi rubbed his knees with a sigh.

"It's fine. Don't jump so suddenly like that, Bokuto-san, you might hurt yourself," the black haired male sighed in exasperation.

As per usual, Bokuto nods his head furiously. "Yeah, yeah! Hey, Akaashi, you're awesome at maths, didja know that?!" he grinned the same bright grin that blinded the setter, who nodded.

"Thank you, Bokuto-san. Are you ready to continue studying again?" Akaashi cleared his throat, drawing a new red line on his fresh page. Bokuto pouted but desperately wanted to impress the boy.

"Yeah, yeah!!"

And so, they studied.

Bokuto was being uncharacteristically quiet, which made Akaashi both concerned and suspicious. As much as quiet Bokuto was a good side of Bokuto, Akaashi much preferred noisy, boisterous Bokuto.

Also unlike the ace of Fukurodani, he had gotten nearly every single question he had completed after the break correct. He had only completed five, the numbers and letters had him dazed, however, after listening very intently to Akaashi's many explanations, he'd realised what he was actually doing.

Needless to say, when Akaashi checked Bokuto's messy work, he quite impressed, indeed.

"T-This..." Akaashi stared at his elder's working. "This is correct. All of this, all of it is correct," he mumbled, checking, double checking, triple checking.

"What?! Really?!" Bokuto cheered brightly, eyes shining. Slowly, hesitantly, Akaashi nodded.

"Wahey! I knew it! Thank you, Akaashi!! Waah! I'm so happy, I could kiss you right now!!" Bokuto didn't realise his own words.

Akaashi was frozen. Kiss? Bokuto was so happy that he could kiss him right now?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Akaashi was overthinking this whole thing. Bokuto had said that out of pure happiness, right?

...

Well maybe...just maybe, he hadn't.

Either way, Akaashi realised that this was his only chance.

"I-I...wouldn't mind."

Bokuto blinked. He turned to Akaashi, eyes wide. "E-Eh...? Wait..."

"You're saying...I can kiss you? Right - Right now?"

A silent nod.

"...are you sure...?"

"...yes. Yes, you can kiss me right now. I...think I would like that too. Ah...just - just kiss me already..."

And so, he did.

[gosanonekoma]

「 Shall we stick together a little longer ? 」

• Shall we stick together a little longer ?

• Kuroo & Tsukishima ( Haikyuu )

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The sun, at its highest point in the sky, illuminated the forest decorated with countless flowers. Many children of all ages played there, imagining themselves a policeman, a princess, a superhero or even a chef. Among them was a blond little boy but he wasn’t imagining himself in his dream, he was just quietly reading next to his grandmother who knitted. He was much more self-effacing than the others, preferring the sweetness of his books. The old woman left her occupation to turn her gaze towards the pages that devoured her grandson with such attention. “What are your reading my little moon ?” “A book with ghosts.” “And it doesn’t scare you ?” "No, the ghost is nice.” Listening to the child’s words, she smiled. “Do you want me to tell you a secret ?” “A secret ?” “About a ghost.” “Yes !“ The child gave the most innocent smile to his grandmother, totally abandoning the writing which had captivated him for so long. "You see this church over there? It was built on an old cemetery a long time ago.” “So there are still people underneath ?” “It was so old that it must not remain much now, but the souls of these people may still be wandering here.” “Souls ?” “Yes, they are said to protect the forest. They are also said to wander among the trees with their transparent bodies, which can only be touched when the latter encounters his soulmate.” “The ghosts can fall in love even after their departure ?” “Of course, they can as you and I do. You know, our family is the one who has taken care of this forest for generations so every night I brought food to this hole you see in the church.” "Why did Grandma bring food ?” “Because these people are inhabitants of our village in their own right.” “So, did Grandma meet one ?” “I met a lot of them.” “They are nice ?” “Very, they always told me stories about their lives.” “But why have I never seen one Grandma ?” “Because they’re afraid.” “Afraid of what ?”“Since my childhood, things have changed and they no longer have the same confidence in us that they had before.” “Why ?” “People are no longer as nice as they used to be. Even if they are only ghosts, they want to avoid any possible danger.” “You think I could meet one ?” “Maybe, I don’t know.” The little boy made a disappointed pout, he seemed so interested in these supernatural beings. He went home the next day.

The years had passed and the child, now a handsome man, came back to his grandmother’s house. “Ah my little moon, happy to see you again.” “Grandma, I’m not a child anymore.” “Whatever you say Tsukishima, you’ll always be my little moon.” Despite his more distant attitude, the softness of his voice when he spoke to him had not changed. “My little moon, could you bring food to the church today ? My legs are terribly painful.” "Okay, rest.” Tsukishima had never thought that his grandmother would ever ask him that. But to tell the truth, since that day, this story had not left his mind, he always wanted to approach these much talked about guardians of the forest. The young man took the dish concocted with love and walked with difficulty towards the church. Indeed, a succulent odor emanated from the dish and Tsukishima took it on himself in order not to savor it. His footsteps slowly led him to the place where he saw a body zigzagging between the trees. However, this body didn’t look human, the adrenaline and excitement climbed inside Tsukishima. Would he finally meet a ghost like those his grandmother had described him long ago ? His feet kept walking until he found himself behind the mystery. He was a tall young man, of a size similar to that of Tsukishima, with brown hair. He held out his hand, would it cross this body ? “Eh ?” The stranger suddenly turned around, not giving Tsukishima an opportunity to -maybe- traverse him. “What are you doing ?” “Ah .. I .. Well … ” He was so embarrassed by the fact of being discovered that the blonde couldn’t even answer this simple question. Plus, this unknown person was particularly attractive. “Ah, it’s you who bring the meal today ?” “Yes..” “How can it be ? Is the grandmother fine ?” “Her legs hurt so she asked me to bring it instead of her. I’m her grandson.” "I see, nice to meet you then. I’m Kuroo.” “Tsukishima.” The said Kuroo held out his hand but Tsukishima looked at him strangely, why did he do this when he could not touch him ? “I can touch you?” “Oh no you can’t. I had forgotten that I was no longer human !“ Kuroo withdrew his hand with an embarrassed expression but showing him a kind smile that could dissipate the darkness of the night.

Days disappeared one after the other, but the conversations between the two young men remained engraved in their memory like precious memories which were added day after day. A conversation. "Do you really eat the dishes that my grandmother cooks ?” “Of course, we can’t let these wonderful dishes rot !” "Is it as vital for you as it is for us ?” “Actually no, we can live without eating but they are so good ! We eat just for the pleasure of eating especially since we no longer take weight so why prevent ourselves from enjoying it ?“ Another one. "What are you doing during the day ? “The same as what you must do except work and study.” “The same thing ?” “Yes, I party with my friends, I watch television, I cook ..” “I don’t do it.” “Seriously ? You must be bored then.” And yet another. “Tell me, do ghosts have superpowers like in movies and books ?” “Like ?” “Cross the walls or even fly !” “No.” “It’s not funny..” “I didn’t think you could have a face that childish on your face Tsukki !” “Shut up !” “But it would be fun to cross the walls, I could make tons of jokes.” The long conversations under the moonlight kept accumulating under the sound of their laughter. However, one question remained in Tsukishima’s mind. "Kuroo ?” “Hm ?”"How did you fly away ?” The young man had not directly used the word dead as if frightened by it, not preventing Kuroo from understanding its meaning. “A few years ago, a drunk driver hit me while I was coming home from school. I got an A for my essay and was so excited to show it to my parents. But I wasn’t paying attention around me, too absorbed by the idea of ​​showing my note to my parents. In the end, I was never able to show them.” Tsukishima didn’t know what to say. “My parents didn’t recover and left the village, they couldn’t bear to go where I’d been knock down. "Are you alone here then ? Since when ?” "From as far as I can remember.” Although Kuroo was only a ghost, an infinite sadness emanated from his body. Tsukishima’s heart tightened. He wanted to take his hand in his but all these words exchanged made him forget that he could not : they were different. He refused to resign himself to this unfortunate reality, he took his hand and arranged them so that they seemed entwined. Kuroo was astonished nevertheless he didn’t separate from his friend as if his human warmth was really going to invade his cold ghost body.

The nights went on and on, but the sweet sound of the laughter was no longer heard in the forest. Tsukishima had not returned, leaving a deeply anxious Kuroo sitting waiting for his friend’s arrival every night. Tsukishima came back a full moon night. It was no longer the same Tsukishima, his beauty had been stained by bruises present on his beautiful face. Kuroo didn’t wait for his friend to reach him, he ran at full speed and squeezed his face into his hands. “Ouch, you’re hurting Kuroo.” The blonde was twisting in pain as the bruises were inflamed. Only, Kuroo realized that it wasn’t just on his face, his body was also covered of bruises and cut. “What happened ?! Who did that to you ?! Explain to me !” “Calm down..” “No I will not calm down ! Have you seen what state you are in ?!” The brown wasn’t able to contain his anger, he wished from the depths of his soul to reduce to dust those who had dared to touch the purity that Tsukishima represented in his eyes. “Tell me, please Tsukki.” “No, you will reject me after ..” “What are you talking about ? There’s no way I would ever do that. Whatever happens, you remain my Tsukki. ” He pressed him with his gaze more gently than he had done a few seconds before. He wanted to know, he had to know ! “At university, I met a man. He represented everything I loved in men, he was attentive, kind, handsome. I watched him for a long time discreetly without ever putting myself forward. One day he came to talk to me and asked me if I wanted to have a drink with him. I believed in a miracle and let myself be carried away. Only, he made me drink, drink, drink until I was confused enough to do really horrible things to my body. The next day I wanted to escape from this nightmare but he threatened to reveal all the photos he had taken the night before. I couldn’t let him divulge them, it would have been the end for me then I had no choice but to follow his orders all more degrading than the others ..!” Kuroo was shocked, how could a face as joyful and pure as Tsukishima’s one hide so much suffering and shame without even realizing it all this time ? “As soon as the year ended, I came to find refuge here thinking that he would let me go at least until next year but I had too much hope. When I returned to grandma’s house after our last conversation, he was waiting for me in front of it. I didn’t know what to do, I was paralyzed. He took me into an alley in the shade of any passage and broke me again .. I couldn’t do anything .. ” Salted pearls rushed down his cheeks. To Hell with their difference, Kuroo embraced his frail and trembling body while taking care not to hurt him. “I’m sorry Kuroo ..” “Why are you apologizing ? You didn’t do anything wrong, don’t worry. ” He kept holding him, fearing that Tsukishima would break into his arms. The minutes passed, but the intensity of his tears and the strength of the embrace didn’t seem to reduce. “Well my little moon, it would seem that you found the perfect friend.” "Grandma ?” Tsukishima turned around, forcing Kuroo to pull apart reluctantly. “I believe there’s no need for me to tell you that this man was obviously not the right one ?” "No, indeed.” “However, I believe there’s a need for me to tell you that this man is obviously the right one. ” The two men did not immediately understand and looked at each other. It was only a few moments after the reality caught them by surprise. “They are said to wander between the trees with their transparent bodies, which can only be touched when the latter encounters his soulmate. Kuroo, I entrust my little moon to you. If you don’t take care of him well, I won’t cook anymore for you, understood ?” The old lady walked away without waiting for Kuroo’s answer. “Count on me grandma !” The grandmother disappeared in the distance, Kuroo captured the lips of his soulmate with the moon as only witness which seemed already to bless them with its light.