#haikuuu

[chioexe]

don’t mind me i‘m just being thirsty for the cat dude at 1am,,,

[emmyrosee]

THIS THIS THIS WITH WAKATOSHI https://x.com/sikenpoem/status/1743346644723384750?s=46&t=dMpfL8P3nF90ZRbUCudfZQ

DAWG YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY-

Honestly, he never even thought about it. He liked purple, it was his high school’s main color, green is nice too, but the minute you yell “red,” that’s it.

It’s red.

Red like his best friends hair, red like the strawberries he puts in his morning smoothie, red like the flowers he brings for you on dates, red like the hearts in your eyes that form when you see him.

He eats red apples and uses a red tooth brush, and he’s using it the day you approach him with a chuckle.

“I remember asking you if you liked red, but I didn’t think you’d like it this much,” you teased one of the first nights you’d spent with him. He spits the froth of toothpaste into the sink and looks at you in the mirror.

“What can I say?” He shrugs. “It’s my favorite color.”

He buys his gym bag red, his next car is red, when you somehow convinced him to rescue a dog, he buys it a red collar.

Red. Red. Red is the color of your love, and wakatoshi is so happy you’ve convinced him to let it be his favorite ❤️

[undobutton]

I HATE THE BEACH! Suna x Reader

warnings: swearing, reader doesn't like the beach, suna carries you at the end

reader: gender neutral!

genre: fluff!

wc: 363

characters: Suna Rintarou. (Mentions of the Miya twins)

synopsis: You hate the beach, there's nothing good about it really. Except your lovely boyfriend.

a/n: it's shorter than I wanted. But I'm very sleepy. also apologies for any clunky dialogue or grammar mistakes.💕

“It’s hot, sandy, and there are way too many people.”

“Tell that to Atsumu.” Your boyfriend mumbles, gesturing to the false blonde who was currently making a sandcastle with enthusiasm as his brother gave suggestions from his chair, to which Atsumu would tell him to come and build his own castle. It would only get worse from there. (Suna already has eight pictures and five videos of their arguments conversations.)

You huff, dusting some sand off your legs in attempts to get more comfortable. Deciding that staying is only a little better than trying to drag Atsumu from his fun, that would be a workout and a half.

“and if you’re hot, go into the water.” Rintarou suggests.

“to drown?”

“You can’t swim?”

“Whether I can or can’t swim has nothing to do with it!”

“I can go buy you some floaties if you need them.” Suna chuckles.

“Hardy har.”

“Or I can hold you the whole time.”

“That's a little tempting,” you say gazing at him in all his shirtless glory, as the sun gently kisses him, you sigh, wishing to switch places with it, continuing, you notice his light blue swim trunks are pulled down a bit and- you shift your sights to the water, feeling heat gather on your cheeks. It can’t be that bad right? a little fish piss never hurt anyone…

Yeah no.

“Is that a yes or a no on the holding?” Suna asks, adjusting in his beach chair, pulling up his shorts.

“No, I’m not going in there.”

“Well, I am.”

Suna stands, stretching from side to side and kicking off his sandals.

“you’re gonna leave me here?” You ask, in slight disbelief.

“mhm, go play with Atsumu, or sit with Osamu.”

“But I wanna sit with you, Rin.”

“Come into the water then."

.

.

.

Love makes people do crazy things, Crazy. Ass. Things.

Like going into the cold, salty, unforgiving sea. Just to spend a little more time with your boyfriend. On the bright side, he did end up carrying you bridal style back to your shoes so your feet wouldn’t get sandy. Since he too is a person easily swayed by love, his love for you anyways. No debate about that.

-button🌺

[bloomingdayswithyou]

I’m done with requests so you can ask/request anything!

[bulletsfrank]

the coming of spring,

leaves sprout and show us the way

to a heart mended.

[prostheticmind]

Does anyone know if chaoticangel92 on ao3 has a tumblr? I was inspired by her fic Forget-Me-Not to write something but I want to check with her if it’s okay before posting anything

[heich0e]

liv I just wanna say I finally read ur jjk gangbang fic like two months ago (incredible. life changing. awe inspiring. unprecedented levels of sexy) and reread the haikuuu gangbang that same week. and i know correlation =/= causation but I got a promotion like a week later so thank u for ur service anyway, i think ur gangbang fics are magic 🫡

STOP I CAN'T BREATHE THIS IS SO FUNNY TO MEEEEE

[sebbianas]

Hey! l love ur aus so much! I was wondering if u had a link to ur ao3? When I searched u up it didn't work (unless you wrote 5 haikuuu! fics lol)

i have not written anything there but those 5 haikyuu fics 😭 you did find my ao3 acct there’s just nothing to see HAHAHAHA

[translationandbetrayals]

How Haikuu! Made me a better person

When I was a kid, like 9 or 10 years old, i started to learn how to play basketball. And I remember how my stepdad would put on Slam Dunk for me. Dude, it was religious: Eating a big noodle lunch while watching the Latin America dub of the series, and after that, with all the hype, we would go play basketball. This anime had a massive impact on my life by motivating me to do sports and enjoy them by giving the training a story line.

Years later I learnt English and I was able to read the whole manga, and dude it was epic. Tho, after finishing it I was left with a pretty usual sensation after watching or reading something that leaves a mark: Void.... And hell of a lot of enthusiasm to find another spocon!!!!

And so it began, the search for the next Slam Dunk in my life. And it was awful. Of course this is just my opinion but, i found almost every spocon to rely on tropes that didn't make me excited at all. And I'm even talking about big old classics like Hajime no Ippo. I couldn't bear that, and I tried. It's just, the whole thing of Ippo constantly reminding everyone that he is a goody two shoes and that he's making his best to get better and ohh just look at him. I dunno, i can't stand that for whatever reason. A spocon should motivate you (not always by being hype, I'm not pretending that writing a story is easy) and make you BE there living the sport. That's the whole idea, embrace the sport. 

Years later a friend told me about a volleyball anime. Haikuuu! Volleyball? I wasn't really a fan but i gave it a try anyways, it was summer. 

And boy oh boy, it was exactly what I was looking for. The sport was the protagonist, everyone in the show breathed volleyball, and the way of communicating that was superb. I'm gonna take about some of the points that shone for me and the ones that stayed even after finishing the show.

First of all, I love the flow of this series (anime and manga), it just respects it's characters and gives them life and let's them go wild. I appreciate the idea of rival teams, not enemies to hate or be hated by. The respect for the sport it's emotive, from the character that don't even play like the trainers to the ones living every moment on the court. They were so into it in such a genuine way that i found myself feeling there, cheering the games, hungry of volleyball.

Hunger. That's a central topic in haikuu! And it's led by its two main characters: Kageyama and Hinata. The two most volleyhead guys out there. And one thing, and one thing only is persistent throughout the whole story: the desire to stay in the court for as long as possible, to be able to keep performing at that thing they love. To get better at it, to love it even more and to be the one that enjoys it the most. And it is so pure, so genuine, that it becomes and attitude that drags people, firstly the characters in the story and later, even me. Wheter it was sports or academia, With the latter being the thing I'm willing to dedicate my life to. I was going for that extra mile, to enjoy the most, to be genuine and get better just for the purpose of being better and to keep at stronger than before.

And it's not like the show is some kind of placebo or something, the main characters fail, a lot. They get stuck, they lose focus. They are human, not a bag of silly characteristics of a main character. And they went through the adversity. Haikuuu teaches how to ask for help, how to give help, how to take a step back and learn, how to thrive forward and how to relate with people with the same passion. And the most beautiful thing is, even if it teaches that with volleyball, it soon stops just being volleyball. You can apply that everywhere.

And when you surround that with some of the best choreography of sports anime, well, you've got a masterpiece right there. 

Nikolas Naranjo

[klugpuuo]

What the fuck is haikuuu and why do I keep getting it in my recommendations

[spacejammie-eimmajecaps]

hehe hello. I sent you these if you've not done them already:

🍄How do you come up with ideas for your stories? 🍬What's a genre/trope you've never written, but might in future? 🍎How do you prioritize which stories to work on when you have multiple ideas?

Hey hey :]

How do I come up with ideas:

I've never purposely came up with an idea. They always just come to me, and sometimes the idea passes without much fuss, but sometimes it really digs in and won't leave me alone until I've written it down.

Genre/trope I've never written, but might in the future:

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk lol

How do I prioritize what to work on when I have multiple ideas:

These days I only focus on one story at a time until it's done, and what to prioritize just comes down to which idea I felt inspired enough to actually start writing, as opposed to an idea that I'd *like* to write but didn't feel like starting.

For example, I have this jurassic park au that has all the haikuuu characters in it, and I made that outline long before I started writing SGB. I still like the idea a lot, but I didn't feel like writing it yet (and didn't feel like I had the skills to accomplish it at that time), so I put the idea aside.

Conversely, when I came up with SGB, I wanted to write it immediately. So that's what I did. And I'll continue to work on it until it's done, without working on anything else.

But when I first started writing, I had many many many ideas and wanted to work on all of them, which resulted in me writing lots of short stories as fast as I could. Because of that, some of them don't do justice to the original idea, and some (perhaps most) of them were rushed and/or sloppily executed. I didn't really put that much thought or effort into my early stories.

Then, about a year or so into writing, I decided not to half-ass my ideas anymore. I didn't want to mentally jump around so much. I wanted to start something, put in the effort of making it a story I could be proud of, and see it through with care until the end.

Which is why I only work on one story at a time now.

That, and I realized I was NOT the kind of writer who could successfully juggle more than one project at a time. I write better when I'm able to fully immerse myself in a story.

[kaashikuroo]

Pranks You Pull On Them -Haikyuu Hcs

Characters: Kenma, Kuroo

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Warnings: Suggestive themes in Kuroo’s.

MASTERLIST

Requests? Send ‘em here!

Kenma:

Kenma, as you know, is obsessed with his games.

You thought it would be funny if you took away all his games storing them at Kuroo’s to see his reaction. ;(

It’s not like he doesn’t spend time with you. It’s quite the opposite actually. At the beginning of the relationship, you would always hang out at his place, watching him play while making conversation with you.

After a while, you guys graduated to constant skinship. You’d sit on his lap when he played games,conversation still alive. He’d give you ocassional forehead kisses.

One day, you asked him if he could teach you how to play whatever he played.

My bois was blushing at the thought of teaching you how to play. 🥺

He was really happy that you took interest in what made him happy (other than you😤).

You two used to play together a lot.

One day, when you were talking to Kuroo, he said something interesting.

“Yo, y/n! Don’t you think Kenma’s reaction would be priceless if he woke up one day just to find out that video games never really existed?” throw in the hayena laughter ;(

Your eyes widened at the question.

“What if we make it happen?” You looked at Kuroo enthusiastically. He started choking on his food.

“Woah there- You’re gonna destroy all the games in the world? What’s wrong with you, woman?” He looked at you concered.

That was until you flicked him.

“Dumbass, I’m talking about pranking his ass. We hide all his games and make it seem like they never existed, genius.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Sounds like a plan. I’m in.” He smirked devilishly. 😈

You guys made a plan.

You called in the entire volleyball team not that he talks to anyone else and explained the situation to them.

They all agreed on being clueless about video games.

You and Kuroo smirked, deciding to commence the plan the following day.

———

Now, being Kenma’s s/o, you know most of his habits. Which means that you also know how sleep deprived this catboi is.

He literally spends so much time playing his games that he forgets to sleep. You have to drag him to bed to prevent him from dying of sleep deprivation. 😮‍💨

Anyway- He’s a really heavy sleeper. The only means to wake him up is a blowhorn. or his own thirst cuz he ain’t hydrated honey 🥴

You decided to gather up all his old, new and unpacked games along with all his gaming accessories and take them out to Kuroo’s car which was waiting downstairs.

You also remembered to take his phone, and yours, and give them to Kuroo so that he won’t search things up.

Kuroo drove off, reminding you to record his reaction.

The next day was a Sunday so you figured Kenma wouldn’t get up before 11.

The following morning, you positioned the camera so that it would capture the whole room.

You turned it on as soon as you saw Kenma stir in his sleep.

“You up, babe?”

“Huh…? Oh yeah…” He yawned.

You felt your insides tingling from his deep morning voice 😩✋

You saw that he reached out get a hold of his nintendo which used to be kept there.

You saw his facial muscles twist to form a look of confusion when he couldn’t feel it. He turned his head to look at his nightstand, seeing it was empty.

“Mm..Babe? V’ya seen my nintendo switch here?”

You gave him a look of pure confusion.

“A what?”

An oscar for you 🏆

He looked at you as if you were the most insane person on the planet. You returned the favor, dw.

“Babe, I think you’re high rn.” Kenma said, getting out of bed.

You looked at his flabbergasted.

“You’re the one who’s high! Wtf even is a nintondo?”

“Nintendo. And it’s a game i play if you hadn’t noticed.” He glared at you sleepily. He went towards his shelf seeing all his nintendos gone.

“Where tf are they?” He began to look more confused.

“Babe, if you keep talking in crypted code, I’ll never be able to understand what you’re trying to say.” You looked at him weirdly.

“Video. Games. Where are they?”

“Tf are video games?”

the confusion on your face made kenma question his entire existance- pls-

“Either you’re high, or i’m on fucking drugs. This is a nightmare.”

“It does seem like you’re on drugs, jus’ sayin’.” You shrugged.

“Y/n, this isn’t funny. Where are they?” He asked, running around the entire house to find at least one game.

“I don’t even think things like that even exists. I think you need some more sleep.”

He sat back down on his bed, hands holding his head as if to stabilize him.

“Where’s my phone?”

“Haven’t seen it. ‘Zume, you’ve been acting really weird since you woke up. What’s up?”

He looked up at you. You swear, you could feel your stomach flip uncomfortably at his expression which looked like a lost kitten desperately wanting to go home.

“We..we used to play together..I- did I imagine all that? How- what- i-” He started tugging at his hair.

it was so hard not to laugh 😭✋

It didn’t help that his brain couldn’t process a lot of things because he just woke up.

the cruelty 😮‍💨

“Oya oya oya? You’re not done yet, Y/n?” Kuroo said walking through the bedroom door.

“Kuroooooooo!! We weren’t finished!”

Kenma looked confused but that all went away as soon as he say all the bags Kuroo was holding. Yeah, they were all his precious babies games.

He ran towards Kuroo at a speed you didn’t know a human could attain. He snatched the bag and sat down on the floor, pulling out his different consoles, nintendos and gaming accessories and started kissing them.

You and Kuroo were like: 👁👄👁

“You sure he’s really your boyfriend?”

“Nope. It’s very clear that he’s dating those games.”

You’re still 👁👄👁

“Shut up.” He said, stopping his kissing session.

He got up and threw himself onto you, making you fall onto the bed.

“Kuroo, I’m going to skin you alive so you better run.”

“Hehheh. Well, it was nice knowing ya, y/n. Pray for me.” He smiled innocently before running out his door.

“Now for you.” You gulped at the way he was towering your small figure on the bed.

“I’m…sorry?” You laughed nervously.

“That wasn’t funny, Y/n. I was really worried.”

“But it’s alright now, right?” You asked, looking away from him.

He didn’t answer you.

“Forgiveness cuddles…?”

“1 hour.”

“Deal!”

He smiled at the way you beamed at him.

He placed his head on your chest, wanting to be babied, not bothering about changing your position.

“Just don’t do that again. I’ll stop playing so much but i can’t live with either of you out of my life.”

You smiled as you stroked his hair. “It was a one time thing baby.”

“It better have been.” You both laughed.

“I was half planning to invent video games during that prank.” He said, making you laugh.

“You could really use some sleep, bub.” You caressed his cheek

“Mmm..i love you, y/n. Even more than my games.” He confessed, hugging you tighter.

“I love you too.” You kissed the top of his head.

And just like that, y’all fell asleep amd woke up like 5 hours later.

uhhh…camera’s still rolling 👁👄👁📸

Kuroo:

Kuroo was a ‘bruh’ kinda lover. Basically he was really comortable with you so he could be himself around you.

You were also a ‘bruh’ kinda lover. Which meant you guys were as cool as dudes.

Kuroo was not the romantic type. Sure he’d drop occasional compliments here and there, but you never got to see him go full-blast simp mode.

So you were gonna make him crave for it.

You laughed devilishly, holding the new clothes you just got from H&M.

You planned on getting all dolled up and not look like a homeless person for once and you planned to get him all riled up by not being your normal self and going all mamacita mode on him. And you were not planning on letting him touch you. <insert Cardi B’s famous laughter>

You got home and called up Kenma.

“Hello? Y/n?”

“Hey, Kenma. Is Kuroo around?”

“No, he’s at it with Yamamoto again. You know how he gets.” You laughed.

Kenma was only really comfortable with you and Kuroo, so he could speak a bit more freely with you.

“You need him on the phone or something?”

“No, NO! Don’t let him know I called. I wanna prank him and I need time getting ready. Could you hold him off for like- half an hour?”

“You’re putting me through so much work, y/n.” He whined.

“Pleaaaaseeeeeee? I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow!” You proposed, knowing he was saving up for a new game which was about to release.

“The week and it’s a deal.”

“Fine fine.”

“I’ll have him back in 30.”

“Thanks, Ken! Bye!”

You hung up and started getting ready, trying to make yourself look as appealing as possible.

When the time came, Kuroo rang your doorbell.

“It’s open!” You said from your bedroom.

You heard the front door open as you looked outside your window to see Kenma giving you a thumbs up.

You smiled at him and turned on your camera which was hidden.

“Today was sooooo tiring.” Kuroo said plopping down on your bed, not having looked at you yet.

Poor boi just wanted to relax 😣

“I feel you, babe.” You said, hoping he’d look at you.

And he did.

As soon as he turned his head to look at you, who was sitting against the headboard, his eyes widened.

“I’m so sorry.” You looked at him confused.

“What for?”

“I forgot a date didn’t I? I’m so sorry. But babe..you look stunning.” You saw him check you out.

“You didn’t forget a date, babyboi. I just wanted to feel good about myself that’s why I’m dressed up.”

You saw him gulp at his small nickname.

“Well, you look…damn, baby.” He was practically drooling.

“This is so not you. You’re getting me excited after a long day, kitten.”

He got up and tried hold your thigh, but you shrugged his hand off.

“No touching, pretty boi.”

He looked at you dumbfounded.

“No- what?”

“You heard me. I don’t feel like being touched today. It’s a me day today, y’know.” You said, removing your loose sweater, revealing your sexy fit.

“You ain’t fooling anyone with that pretty ass, kitten.”

“It is pretty, isn’t it?”

“Don’t push your luck, babe.” He got off of bed to take off his jacket (since he just came in and plopped down w/o changing.)

Since you were wearing skinny jeans, it defined your curves pretty well.

Just to push him a bit, you bent over the bed trying to reach for something nothing on the floor. This gave him a clear view of your ass.

You heard him choking.

“Have- Have you been working out?”

You turned your head around to look at him, not changing your position. This only seemed to rile him up more.

“Huh? No, not really. These jeans are just really tight.”

“Then why don’t we just take them off?”

You pretended like you were thinking.

“Hmm…No.” You sat up on your knees, tying up your hair in a messy bun.

You walked up to where he was standing and got on your knees. You could see his muscles tense.

You picked up the comb which was on the floor and got up to put it back on the dressing table.

However, Kuroo snatched your waist as you thrashed around.

“Tetsuuuu! Lemme go!”

“Hmm..I don’t know about that, baby. It seems like you giving me hints that you wanna get freaky. I’m not completely opposed to the idea, you know.” He winked at you and you faked a disgusted expression.

“No thanks.” You wiggled out of his grasp. “I just wanna relax.”

You sat down on the bed as Kuroo started at you suspiciously.

“What game are you playing at here, sweetie? ‘Cause I feel lost here.”

He cam up to kiss you. But you placed your palm on his mouth, stopping him.

you’re evil ☹️

“Hold it, loverboi. I said no touching.”

“But WHYYYYYYYY?” He whined as he plopped down on the bed, burying his face in his hands.

“Do you really not want me to touch you?” He looked a bit torn.

He probably thinks you got uncomfortable by your touch.

Figuring you’ve had your share of the fun, you decided to drop the act.

You hovered him as you kissed his hands which were on top of his face.

He took a peek at you.

“Oya oya oya? So now that I’ve given up, the goddess has come to bless me with her holy kisses? I won’t say no.” He smirked at you as he kissed the palm of your hand, making you blush.

“Sorry, babe. It was a prank.”

He froze for a second.

“So that’s what-” He started laughing. “And here I thought you were starting to get uncomfortable with me.”

“Nah, like that’s gonna happen.” You rolled your eyes and stared down at him.

“Atone for your sins, crazy woman.” He said as flipped you over and started tickling you.

Let’s just say you were squealing like a pig 👁👄👁📸

After a while, he stopped and went to kiss you. But he stopped halfway and got off the bed.

“What happened, babe?” You looked at him confused.

“Although I like how hot you look, I’m sure you must be feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with all that make up and those tight clothes. Plus, I ain’t kissing your foundation.” cue you throwing a pillow at him

He came back with some wipes and comfy clothes. his hoodie and sweats.

He carefully wiped your face clean and redressed you.

“There she is. That’s the woman I love.” He said, finally kissing you on the cheek.

“Meanie.” You pouted, making him peck you.

“Says you.” He laughed.

“Lemme turn off the camera before it runs out pf battery.” You said, getting out of the bed.

“You actually recorded that.” He laughed.

You made your way back to the bed.

“What if I post it online and have people see how much of a simp you are for me.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, teasing him with your smug smirk.

“That’s even better. No man would mess with you after that.” He chuckled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Btw, you look hotter like this.” He said taking in your scent (which was mixed with his own.)

“Oh- and babe, you owe Kenma lunch for a week. Love you, goodnight!” You pretended to fall asleep.

“Wha- Ah, whatever. I’m guessing he had something to do with this.”

He looked up at you, before smiling warmly.

“Love you too, kitten.”

He pressed a kiss on your neck, falling asleep with you.

——

“Geez, Kuroo. You totally had a bone-”

“AHEM”

cue you laughing hystarically at Kenma’s observation from the footage

“REALLY?? LEMME SEEEEE!!”

“YAMAMOTO, NO!”

pls help these children 😭😭😭

[lookingalways]

Oddly specific haikyuu headcannons: characters i simp for edition

Ushijima has very loud joint cracks. Like someone pls take him to the chiropractor.

Daichi he really likes the idea of being the dad friend and that people depend on him for stuff but he really doesn’t like kids at all.

Tanaka watches a lot of movies but I exclusively on illegal streaming websites

Yamamoto in middle school he ran one of those inspirational sports quotes pages on Instagram Unironically. Now ge continues to run it. But ironically this time.

Iwaizumi has a thing for Tom Hiddleston he can’t explain why. He doesn’t even like the marvel movies that much. And he’s definitely not telling anyone about it.

Bokuto is constantly reminded of the fact that he hissed at kids in elementary school.

Aone is the funniest son of a bitch on the planet. His jokes are so intentional and timed perfectly. People fall for his Joe mama jokes too often.

[leileisa]

hold on [ kuroo tetsurō x reader ] [ soulmate! au ]

   ⌙ kuroo has been against love since the very beginning, but maybe you can give him something to hold onto.

when you love someone, and they break your heart   don’t give up on love, have faith restart

part of the love is on it’s way series [masterlist]

word count: 2.2k

genre: fluff? kinda? maybe a little angst

warnings: timeskip spoilers, arguments

ever since he was young, kuroo has had multiple interactions with lady luck.

but he knows that she’s not picking on him for every single thing he does, because he’s had one too many valuable experiences throughout his life that, when he looks back on, makes a soft smile break out on his face in content. he’s well aware that lady luck has been especially kind with his friendships- he’s so thankful for every single person in his life, but he’d be caught dead before being sentimental to their faces. she’s also been generous with his success and his smarts, and while he knows that he worked hard in school, opportunities like his didn’t come out of thin air.

kuroo tetsurō knows that he’s living a life that others would kill to have, and he’s appreciative of his good luck; he wouldn’t change the opportunities that he was given for anything. but with all the good that lady luck has given him, he can’t help but bear the overwhelming weight of hating the one thing that others hold so dear to their heart, the thing that clutches the hearts of everyone around him so tightly and refuses to let go.

he thinks that people who believe in love- in their soulmates, specifically- are foolish. not stupid, or dumb, just unaware of the deceitful illusion that was marred onto their skin that they believe to be their ‘one, true person’. they’re fools because they haven’t seen what love can do to people. it’s destructive, dangerous, an unstable hallucination that people cling to on the belief that it’ll make them happy, and it’ll satisfy their need to be loved. their expectations of love blind them from the reality of a fabricated assurance that was never actually promised to them- just idealized in order to create a society that was dead set on believing.

but believing wasn’t enough, not whenever you’re a product of a  mother and father who separated because their love for each other had crashed and faded away into nothing-ness. it was obvious, after a short period of time, that they were tired of pretending; the fighting, the screaming, and sometimes even short bouts of violence that haunted his childhood. he remembers crying himself to sleep nearly every night.

kuroo despises that people can love blindly. he doesn’t see a reason why a phrase that magically appears once you turn eighteen should determine who you’re supposed to fall in love with. he used to argue that he hated soulmates because there was no scientific reason behind them, that it was almost impossible for the universe to have a perfect match for everyone, but even his science-obsessed self couldn’t put it off for so long (he got tired of saying “magic isn’t real, so why are soulmates?”). so he decided that his person would be a person he chooses, not someone that was picked out for him.

but after numerous arguments with his friends, he stopped bringing it up. nobody besides kenma, his best friend, knew why he was so against soulmates, and he wanted it to stay that way.

when he turned eighteen, kuroo can’t say that he wasn’t a little bit excited to see his tattoo, his tattoo that would show what the first thing his ‘soulmate’ was going to say to him. it was like a mystery game; was it going to be something funny, a witty pick-up line, maybe? or was it going to be an apology- maybe you two bumped into each other on accident. the possibilities were endless, and it was exciting to see what would be on his skin forever. but there was no way that he believed in soulmates, or that this person would be his person forever.

but when his tattoo finally showed up, at the ass crack of dawn on his birthday, right on the inside of his pinky finger (which was really weird, because he’s never seen that on any of his seniors, ever), he knew that lady luck was on his side.

‘sorry, but no.’

it was almost ironic- actually, it was totally ironic, that the first things his soulmate would say to him was something so bland and boring. it actually gave him a sense of relief, knowing that the first thing that this person would say to him is a dismissive apology, and it only fueled his distain for soulmates even more.

the satisfaction that he got eventually led to him forgetting about his mark, and it helped him focus on his future. in a way, he was thankful for his soulmate for his tremendous success.

it helped him live more freely, to live without restraint, when he talked to people. it was almost impossible to completely avoid the topic of soulmates, but he didn’t care. he wasn’t worried about what others thought of him, because it was his life. he lived it however he wanted. and if there was anything that his mark told him, it was that his soulmate wasn’t interested in him either.

kuroo was incredibly charismatic, and he knew how to keep a conversation. he knew of so many things, old and new, that kept everyone he was talking to on his toes. he flirted endlessly with people, and it didn’t hurt his feelings when someone turned him down. he knew how people were fully committed to a person they had yet to meet, or had already fallen in love with. he respected other people’s decision, because he knew what is was like when people disrespected his.

but lady luck had a twisted sense of humor.

it was just supposed to be a get together with his friend, bokuto. catching up, he called it, after months of being busy with their adult lives. the two sat at a fancy restaurant (past them would never believe that they’d be successful enough to spend this much money on food), dressed head to toe in suits that made the middle-class drool with envy.

“still not feelin’ the whole soulmate thing, huh?” bokuto asked, closing the menu. there was so many options it was overwhelming, but he knew what he wanted (he wasn’t the type to explore his tastebuds).

“don’t think i ever will,” kuroo replied, meeting bokuto’s teasing eye contact.

“that’s so funny,” the professional volleyball player said. kuroo was proud that one of his closest friends got so far with  his passion, but who in their right mind would let an overgrown child on the court?

“how so?” he prompted.

bokuto grinned, leaning onto the table. he was cautious not to knock over the expensive alcohol. “i met someone the other day,” he said; kuroo groaned, and he awaited for an upcoming tale of what he assumed to be bokuto’s soulmate encounter, but was instead met with: “who has the same feeling about soulmates that you do.”

“oh really?” kuroo had met a select few who had the same thought process as him. well, theirs more steered on the ‘how can a soul be split in two’ while his was more like ‘i’ve seen how faulty soulmates can be’.

“yup,” bokuto said, popping the ‘p’, "you guys should talk!"

"i think i'm okay," kuroo responded, taking a delicate sip of his whiskey. it stung as it went down, but what's to enjoy in life if there's little pain?

"no, seriously," bokuto stated, getting his phone out of his coat pocket. "you guys should talk. you two have a lot in common."

the noirette rolled his eyes, leaning back in the cushioned chair. "how so?"

"you guys both can't get a date." bokuto grinned, holding the phone up to his ear, “let's see if she picks up."

"haha," kuroo said, voice monotone, "very funny." he was a little ticked that bokuto was calling a girl during thier friend-date, but once bokuto had his mind set on something, trying to get him to stop was impossible.

he saw bokuto’s eyes gleam with mischief when the ringing stopped, and kuroo thought he heard a “what do you want?” coming from the other end.

“you know how you talked about never being able to get a date?” bokuto asked. he didn’t wait for your response before he handed the phone to kuroo with an overly eager nod.

“sorry, but no.”

kuroo’s throat went dry as his mind instantly raced to the words that were tattooed on his the inside of his smallest finger. suddenly, he’s anxious. his heart stops, and his hands are starting to get sweaty. he doesn’t know what to say-

“i’m not going on a date with you, bo.”

it doesn’t make sense, kuroo thinks. you weren’t talking to him, you didn’t know he was the one who had his phone to his ear, so how- just how were those the same words that were supposed help him find his other half?

the lack of response obviously confused you, and he heard a small ‘bo?’ from the other side of the phone. he couldn’t help it, he told himself, that he thought your voice sounded beautiful. you were supposed to be perfect to him, but there’s no way that you were actually meant for him. so with a wary glance towards his friend, kuroo got himself together.

“well, that’s just not nice.” he said. he’s surprised he didn’t stutter, with how his heart was still racing. maybe it’s the faint amount of alcohol in his veins that provided little comfort, but he’d take what he could get.

for a moment, kuroo is afraid. he’s afraid you’ll hang up on him, because if bokuto said you two have the same view on soulmates, he feels like you’d run away. not because you’re scared of the commitment, but because you know what being a soulmate entails. he knows that the most frightening thing to him is being forced to love someone, and the endless possibilities that could follow. he’s afraid because he doesn’t know the outcome, and he assumes you feel the same way. he tells himself that it doesn’t mean anything if you hang up.

but you stutter for a second, at a loss for words, just like he was. there’s silence on your side, and he knows you figured out that you’re supposed to be meant for each other. he waits for it, the monotonous beeping to show that you’ve ended the call, but-

“have you met bo?” you ask, voice quiet. “he’s-“

“a lot,” kuroo finishes, and he knows that he’s done for.

he’s lived his whole life telling himself that the connection and relief you feel when you meet your soulmate isn’t real. he rejected the thought of soulmates since he was little. but even he can’t ignore the feeling of his swelling heart as a smile breaks across his face. it’s an overwhelming sense of comfort that flows through his body, and he can’t do anything to dwell the overall pleasantness that he feels inside from just talking to you.

you, his soulmate, the person he told himself he was never going to give a fading chance because there's no way that he'd love someone just because the universe told him to. you, his soulmate, the person that he wants to hate so much because he doesn't believe in a love that's set in stone for him. you, his soulmate, the person that he didn't choose.

“yeah, a lot,” you agree, and he hears you let out a small chuckle- it’s a blessing to his ears, “and ugly.”

kuroo laughs, because that’s definitely not how anyone would describe the professional volleyball player, and he knows you say it in jest.

“you wouldn’t go on a date with him because he’s ugly?” he asks, saying it loud and clear for bokuto to hear. his friend lets out a loud ‘hey!’, loud enough for you to hear, and his suspicions are only confirmed when he hears you let out a snicker. the conversation is cut short when the phone is snatched out of his hands, and kuroo laughs again as bokuto hangs up the call after telling you ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.’

"i'll send you her number," bokuto says with a pout on his face. and kuroo can't wait. once he feels the vibration of a notification that bokuto did, in fact, send your contact to him. he doesn't hesitate to send you a quick text.

[kuroo tetsurō to you]      would you go on a date with me?

he curses lady luck. he's mad that, within a span of less than two minutes, he might change his mind on soulmates. he's scared because he knows that, if he goes along with what fate has in store for him, he might get hurt. he can't lie and say that your voice wasn't magic to his ears, and that he can't wait to hear it again, but he has to pace himself. if he throws all the caution that his past has given him, he's can't help but think that his parents divorce would have taught him nothing.

but it was so easy to talk to you, even if it was to make fun of your mutual friend. even as bokuto's pouting at him from across the table, kuroo can't fight the grin that's been on his face for the past few minutes.

[you to kuroo tetsurō]      idk, are you ugly too?

kuroo just hopes that you're both willing to give this whole soulmates thing a chance.

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