#hqfanfic

[hazyilluminations]

My spot. Your spot. Our spot…

It is nice to have someone to support you, isn't it?

Sometimes the closest ones don't provide even the smallest amount of that. They don't accept you as a standalone human being, don't even try to do it, and keep pushing you with their own aspirations and goals.

It gets you in a cage of suppressed emotions.

At some point, you just lose the will to defend your own way in life.

Does it have to be that way? Why can't people just accept you for who you are and let you have your wings.

Even if you fail, it will be your path.

"You need to stop fooling around with your art stuff. After graduation, you'll join me and make yourself a career", your father just wouldn't stop picturing your future for you.

"Do I have a vote in this?", you smiled a little.

It is not like your father was a tyrant, you meant a world to him. You had everything, but not your future. He just didn't consider your aspirations.

"This is your future we are talking about, Y/N. You should thank me for being so interested in it. I love you and wish only the best for you".

"Yes, sure, Dad. Thank you. I need to go. I don't want to be late on the first day in a new school… in the middle of the year", you kissed your Dad on the temple, grabbed your school backpack and went out of the cage.

It was a bit chilly outside, but it is exactly what you needed – fresh, cool air. You took a deep breath and put on headphones.

Play…

Intoxicating vibes filled your mind and put your soul at ease. Maybe just for a bit, but it worked for you.

You walked past small colorful shrines with little fox statues and tried to imprint little details, so that you could draw it later as a sketch or even with watercolors. Perhaps you'll even make a foxy themed bullet journal.

Oh, it would look so cute…

You didn't notice that you've already reached your destination - Inarizaki High School.

As you were about to go straight to the lockers, you felt a strong push from behind.

"Samu, you jerk! What the hell?", bleached boy didn't even try to look sorry.

"Hey, are you alright? Sorry, I didn't notice you. It is just my stupid brother and his morning antics. Are you new? I didn't see you before", grey haired boy, approached you with curiosity.

"Yeah, I am fine. Moved a week ago. I am sorry, I need to go, need to find my classroom", you bowed and turned around.

"Hey, wait. What class are you in? I can show you the way".

"What? You? The way? Samu, don't be stupid. If you need a guide, I am your guy. Atsumu Miya at your service", he winked and held out his hand.

"Cut it, Sumu. He is an idiot. Don't mind him".

And just like that, they started bickering. It would probably entertain you a bit, but you decided not to waste any time.

"I am fine. Thanks", you walked away from the loud twins.

You found your classroom without any further problems and stopped for a moment in front of the door.

You've got this. It is just a new school, new people …

You were lucky, the bell rang, and the teacher welcomed you. You made a quick routine self introduction and took a place at the back of the class, near the window. Perfect.

Time passed by and it was already lunch pause. Mmm, the most delicious time of the day with its long peaceful break for all the students.

It had always been the most special time for you, as you found the best hidden spot on the rooftop at your previous school, to escape from everyone and everything, and spend the time in your own universe … doodling, sketching.

That was your quest for the break in this new school – to find the perfect deserted place on the roof and claim it as yours. Little did you know, the perfect places don't stay deserted for long.

You sneaked out of the classroom before anyone jumped on you with questions for newcomers. There will be time for that, you thought.

Five minutes later, you found it – your desolate paradise – the sun peeking from the corner, to keep you warm on a chilly day, zero noisy pipes to distract you and take you out of the mood. Ideal.

You didn't want to waste any time. You leaned against the wall and took your sketchbook out. And just when you wanted to turn on the music, you heard a quiet, yet annoyed voice.

"This is my spot".

You blinked twice, then looked at the source of the voice. Dark brown weirdly combed down hair, with few strands at the top and middle-parted bangs. Foxy grayish-yellow eyes piercing through with a blank expression.

"Excuse me?".

"This.is.my.spot", he repeated, bending slightly down.

"Ok, Doctor Cooper. What do you want me to do about it?".

"Suna. And this sitcom is so outdated".

"True. It has its charm, though", you pretended not to understand his hints.

"So?", he quirked his brows.

"What? If you expect me to leave, then you are sooo wrong".

"You are, supposedly, a newcomer so, technically, you have no right to claim this spot, for, at least, a couple of weeks".

"And you are a local roof Sheriff now? I am teeeeeeerribly sorry, Mr. Myspot, for not being sorry".

"You are a stubborn one, aren't you? Don't want to leave, then move".

You frowned, but moved a bit, just not to spend the whole break debating. You held your hands in order to accommodate yourself, when he plopped down on your legs.

"What the?".

"It is your entrance fee to the club".

"Who said that I want to join?".

"You".

"When, smartass?".

"Oh. You hurt me right here in my meow meow", he grinned with closed eyes.

It was a stupid meme, but you cracked. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Hm. You can smile. Ouch. What was that for?".

You slightly pinched him by the cheek.

"Didn't know artists could be that tough", he teased.

"What made you think I am an artist?".

"Come on. I saw your sketches… they are pretty cool".

"Yeah, I know", you sounded smug.

"Oh. Wow. Self-esteem".

"What's the point to do art, if you don't cherish it. This is the way".

"You are such a nerd. I wanna see more".

"What? My works or Mandalorian?", this time you teased him.

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course, Mandalorian".

"Oh, look who is a nerd now", you giggled.

Somehow, this strange encounter made you feel warm and serene.

"Here", you held out your sketchbook to him.

"Hm? Really? I can?", he was a bit confused.

You nodded and kept your eyes at the clear blue sky.

He turned gently the pages over, examining each one in details. You found yourself being captivated by the sight of his fingers, turning the pages. Then you looked up at his face. You found him appealing.

You felt the urge to dry his portrait. Not being able to do it at that moment, you bit your lower lip.

"Cute", he side-eyed you with a small smile.

"What? The little corgi? Yeah, he surely is".

"Oh, you wanna play dummy? I can do that", he laughed.

"Can I draw you?", you blurted out, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah, sure, I guess. I have one condition, though".

"I am listening".

"Don't get involved with the twins".

"Twins? Ah, Miya. What? Why so sudden? I hardly know anyone here. By the way, Osamu looked normal, I guess. They seemed a bit loud, though".

"You know me now. I saw you bumping with Atsumu in the morning. And their antics will get you into trouble", he mumbled, frowning a bit.

"If I went completely insane, I would think that you like me", you felt so confident, but regretted it instantly.

"Would it be so bad if I do?".

"No. Wouldn't it be too fast?", now you were blushing. You didn't expect him to be so bold and confident. You did share the feeling.

"Maybe it is that thing with the first sight", he put your sketchbook to the side and laid his head onto your knees. "Do you want some Chuupet?".

"I'd prefer something more nutritious".

"There is a café near, they make nice sandwiches and muffins".

"I have no choice but to come by then".

"Fine. Tomorrow. At 5. After school. You can draw. It is pretty quiet there".

"How can I say no now", you smiled at the thought of going on a date with him. "Look at me, first day at school and made a friend, that takes me out to eat something delicious", still, you didn't want to overthink the situation.

"What?!", he sounded annoyed, – "I don't want to be friends with you".

"You barely know me, you don't even know my name".

"Y/N. Class 4. Dorky. With old-fashioned movie taste. Amazing artist. You should probably make a living out of this", he paused, – "Rintarou".

Your face flushed, whether from the fact, that he knew your name, or from the fact, that he pointed out something you strived for. How in the world did he manage to know your name? It has passed only a half of the day.

"Are you a stalker or something?".

"Dummy", he gave a slight flick on your nose. — "Your sketchbook. It has your info paper".

Right… It surely had it …

"So… Rin. How are we going to share your spot. I am willing to claim it to myself", you were proud to mock him a little.

"Hmm. My spot. Your spot… Our spot. This is the way", he retorted, and your smile became laughter.

"You.are.a.dork, Suna Rintarou".

"I should go check it up then. What if it is contagious?".

Just like that, you found someone who saw you for who you were.

Someone to share your thoughts with. To crack silly jokes with.

And don't pretend.

It's something, that everyone need in their life, even if it won't last.

[baby-bear10]

Would people rather Destination Permanent Vacation to be on Ao3 or Wattpad? it's currently only on Wattpad but i can copy and paste it at some point during the week if need be. Please let me know! I want to make it as accessible as possible.

[paintbrushyy]

Sunkissed

Rating: E

No Warnings Apply

Summary:

When Akaashi returns home for Summer vacation from university, he isn't surprised that his parents are gone, but he is that they've hired a new pool boy to take care of the house. And apparently keep him company? Things take a turn when the man, named Bokuto, reveals that he knows Akaashi. But why can't Akaashi remember him? And why does he find him so attractive. With Bokuto at the house and Akaashi lounging about, things get sexy quickly.

Hope you all enjoy! remember to reblog/share to show support.

[backyardrants]

i chase the sunsets / hq fanfic

FOR: #kagehinamonth2021 #kagehinaday

TITLE: i chase the sunsets. 60k. two parts. completed.

SUMMARY: There was something mesmerizing in the way he jumped. Blinding, blazing and beautiful like the sun, it was as if Hinata Shoyou soared with his own wings. His smile was timeless. Until he couldn’t fly anymore. Kageyama Tobio knew that not every sunset brings the promises of dawn.

A Kagehina AU story of hurt, and healing, and dreams, and love. And maybe finding the dawn at the end of a long sunset. 

WARNING: Major character death (Please read tags on AO3)

LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34372861

[akiangelsz]

Can you all recommend me some good fanfics? I finished the anime last week and I'm reading the manga but I NEED MORE! Please! Even if it's basic, I probably haven't read it. You can do self promo as well lol I mainly ship kagehina, bokuaka, kuroken, and tsukkiyama but also like Iwaoi, atsumu + sakusa and lev + yaku. Help a girl out

[sexyshakespeare]

Kurodai AU Chapter 1: The Wolf and The Bear

He waited in the dark for an opportunity to strike. She looked like she was alone. Not a very big bear, he could definitely take her if he aims for her throat. One big bite, even if she throws him off, he could try to land on his feet. He might break a few toes, but that was a very small price to pay if he could get food and shelter for the month. Kuroo stepped out into the clearing by the water’s edge, stalking closer behind the bear who seemed unaware of his footsteps. And just as he was about to lunge, he hears massive footsteps running towards him, causing him to turn wildly around- a giant bear, much bigger than the other was charging at him. Where had he come from, this wasn’t going according to plan at all. He ran back into the woods behind them, running for his life, his heart beating against his chest to carry him further. This was it, he was dying today, and for what- for a life of a petty vendor running errands between tribes for scraps. He could see his life flashing before his eyes as he scrambled into the woods- the grizzly was fast as he was big, even the trees weren’t deterring him like they normally should any bear. He managed to climb a leaf strewn slope up to a jutting rock- hiding behind it to try and catch his breath. He debated running further, calling for help from the neighboring packs- maybe someone would come after all, even if he wasn’t welcome there anymore, maybe they’d mistake his call for someone else. But then he knew, nobody would come. He was alone, and he would die alone, under the jaw of this grizzly. He’d have to put up a fight, and this was his one chance. He takes a deep breath, steels himself, and prepares to die. He aimed for the inside of the bear’s paw- a soft spot, easy to sink his teeth into and try to tear a chunk out of. As he connected with the beast, a terrifying, thunderous roar filled the forest, enough to shake new life into his body- he wasn’t all that small compared to him, his jaw clamping down on his entire paw, sharp fangs digging in deep. But the bear was bigger still, stronger, taller when he stood on his hind legs, and he was being thrashed around in the air like a ragdoll. Then finally, with one last shake, he was tossed into the side of that very same rock. His fate was cruel, but that wasn’t the thought running through his mind when the wind was knocked out of him- the only thought he had, as he whimpered loudly, tears stinging at his eyes- was the excruciating pain shooting through his entire body. His legs, his torso, his head. His head was spinning, the world was spinning- everything seemed to be going dark. This was it. This was the end. He was dying. Like the dog he is, bleeding against a rock in the middle of nowhere. He couldn’t breathe, his ribs surely broken and its contents jostled around. Only his heart seemed to beating still stronger, aching as it pumped life into his body that begged it to stop. Meanwhile, the bear seemed to be in immense pain, stumbling through the woods higher up the slope, leaving a trail of blood behind from its paw. Kuroo closed his eyes then, satisfied with at least that much. That he’d died a fighting dog. If.. if his parents knew, then maybe they’d be proud. And with that, he let the blackness take him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Kuroo opened his eyes. How much time had passed, he didn’t know. It seemed dark still, had it been a day already? No, he didn’t think so- it was his instincts driving him now, he needed a safe place to crawl into. Somewhere he could pass out in peace, not here where some animal or other would find him.

But could he move? He looked down to his legs, they looked bad- bruised dark, he could see it better now on his human skin. He was so sure he looked like a sad sack of meat as a man, but he knew he was too weak to change back, for a while at least. So not only was he on the verge of death, he was in his defenseless form- no sharp teeth or claws, or fur.

He reached down to the little bundle of rags he had tied to his thigh, and suddenly felt pain, bolts of pain running jagged through his torso. He gasped for air, struggling as he undid his clothes and managed to pull his hide-skin on. The bottoms were far worse to get into, his pelvis must be shattered he thought as he willed himself not to cry out loud. Panting, sweating, and delirious from the pain, he looked up the slope- all he needed to do was find a cave to lie down in. He wouldn’t move again for at least a week, but right now, he didn’t want to die of shock when something attacked him for meat as the night went by.

Taking in sharp hissing breaths through his mouth, he gripped at the rock beside him, and discovered that he couldn’t stand. He closed his eyes as the tears came, pain like he’d never felt before- and gritted his teeth, crawling up the slope as best as he could. Thankfully, it wasn’t too steep, and there were roots he could use to hoist himself up- his arms though bruised and hurting, could still carry him.

He managed to crawl on his knees some of the way- though it took the life out of him, which made him wonder if he might just survive this. Funny what 5 seconds of being upright can do to a man. Kuroo looked ahead of him just as the slope began to ease up, and saw the entrance of a tunnel that led into the mountain. It wasn’t used by any humans, that much was certain by the large bones strewn outside of it.

It wasn’t his best choice, but it had to do. The man managed somehow to stand then- his muscles aching, tears streaming down his face- he managed to hobble the rest of the way to the little doorway of the cave and collapse right in the middle of it, elbows hitting the hard granite.

This time he did whimper- and suck in a breath, eyes tired from staying open for so long. Crawling to the wall, he tried to sit up, but it hurt to put weight on his tailbone- so he slumped up against it instead. His peculiar gold eyes glinted towards the dark tunnel, praying that nothing came out of there while he was awake. Or that if it did, it would snap his neck first, do him a kindness.

What he didn’t expect, was a pair of eyes watching him from just inside the doorway- 

human eyes.

Kuroo sucked in a breath, his adrenaline kicking in for a few seconds while he tried to sniff them out. He smelled dangerous, it made him want to roll right out of the cave he’d so painstakingly brought himself crawling into.

What was that smell.. strange, human but, unlike any human he’s ever smelled.

The stranger came forward then, his face illuminated slightly by the moonlight outside- dark hair, dark eyes, his body covered in dark furs, and a rugged face that spoke of immense strength. He didn’t seem hostile.

The two men stared at each other for a while longer- till Kuroo finally becomes aware of the smell of blood on him. Injured, like him, taking refuge in this cave then. But, a quick glance over his body revealed to him that he was nursing his hand behind him, the blood draining from there no doubt.

His gold eyes flicked up to his face just as he’d connected the dots, and so had the other man apparently,

“You should’ve run when you had the chance- I didn’t want to make a body bag out of you-“, the young man said plainly, bringing his bleeding hand out into the light, bandaged roughly with some leaves.

“I didn’t think you’d let me go with my life, after I almost attacked your mate”, Kuroo answered, his eyes studying the man’s affect, his body language was calm, composed. It wasn’t like he was a threat to anyone in the state he was in of course, and clearly he was more in danger than this bear man was.

The stranger didn’t say anything, only looking down at Kuroo’s legs, then at his torso. “Why were you hunting her- didn’t expect a wolf to hunt a grizzly on his own, the stupidest thing you dogs have ever done”

That comment got his hackles rising- a low rumble in his throat, which died as fast as it had come. He was far too much in pain to care about his pride.

“I was hunting for my tribe in the village nearby.. fish was drying up over the fall, deer running far from here- bear would’ve given them fur and meat for weeks-“, his voice was weak, his mind focusing on breathing more than his story.

“You were hunting for humans? You live with them?”, bear man asked, scooting forward to hear him better. He had a curious look on his face, clearly out to get as many answers as he could from the man he’d just maimed beyond repair.

“I.. I travel, and sell my wares..”

“What do you sell..”

“Meat.. clothes, I’ve carried messages and found wives for tribes-leaders”

The man squints at him, not fully understanding, “You’re a matchmaker?”

A little laugh sounded from the injured other as he cranes his neck backwards, reminiscing almost, “Ah h.. I’m a salesman.. I make deals in return for some food, shelter from other tribes”

“So you’re a conman-“, the brown-eyed fellow shot back at him, quick as ever to pass judgement, much to the chagrin of the wolf. However, he wants to continue this conversation, he wants to humor him, play him with his words if he can. “It’s only a con if they’re not happy.. and besides”, this he says with a little more pride, “I sell medicine too, not stolen, crafted by me”

“You don’t run with a pack..?”

Oh, the real questions were starting now. The ones that were difficult to answer.

Kuroo shook his head at him, keeping his eyes cast at the fur that hung over the man’s chest. Grizzly fur.

“Your home..? Home pack?”, he prodded some more, unknowing of the look he would see on the man’s face at the mention of it. Kuroo turned, the dark black hair that hung over half his face was facing him now, eyes cast away from his prying brown orbs. 

Kuroo saw flashes of the faces again, he could smell the fire, the blood. He’d tried to make sense of it, not fully remembering any details only just piecing together what might’ve happened to his home, to his parents and his pack. His siblings, a sharp memory of a chasing game, and his mother.

It took him a few seconds, but with a slow blink of his eyes, he turned back to him, “You..? Your home pack?”

This topic seems to lift up bear’s spirits entirely- causing a wide smile to spread on his lips. Pride in his voice when he says, “Yep- lived here all my life, parents raised me here past the under-fall river, cliffs over there”

Kuroo watched him, nodding at the words, exhaustion climbing over his body slowly but surely. And it seemed that the other man noticed, his dark brown eyes showing some concern, maybe even warmth if he wasn’t imagining it.

Another minute passed before he said, “I can take you to my pack.. heal you there-“

The injured man looked at him, tired eyes, shaking his head, “What, let you take me to a forest full of bears? I don’t think so-“, he started off- but could not shake the look in his eyes as they bore into him, his wounds.

“I’m not going to survive another two days-“, Kuroo said to deter him further.

That’s when he came forward, this stranger who owed him nothing, and locked his eyes into his gold, his voice betraying no hesitation as he spoke the words. “I’m not going to let you die”

Kuroo’s head lolled a little now, which caused him to come closer, holding at his neck with his good hand, supporting his heavy, weary form with his strong arms. His strength was leaving him, so he whispered, brows knitting together as he shook his head at him again, “It’s not your place to save my life.. I tried to attack your family today- you can leave me here and go on with a clean conscience knowing they’re safe-“

“I’m not going to let you die”

His words were spoken even firmer, an air of finality about them, the stubbornness of a bear perhaps. The wolf could only watch those eyes, full of conviction, like they defied death itself to take him from him. And though he didn’t want to be moved, though he didn’t want to fight this awful, heaviness that was setting in his bones, he just knew he couldn’t say no to him.

Or maybe he was too tired to try.

The bear understood that this defeat meant a silent agreement to being in his care, which brought an impossibly warm smile to his face- the man who could have killed him, who came very close to doing just that barely a few hours ago. “Want me to carry you?”, he asked with clinical concern, but the response Kuroo gave was one of misplaced pride, “N o ..?”

Of course, that earned him an amused look.

A heavy sigh before Kuroo nodded, feeling his pride wilt, his tail between his legs at the thought of being carried like a cub to his cave- but the pull at his neck that he somehow expected instinctually, did not come. Instead, strong, capable arms despite his own injuries scooped underneath Kuroo’s torso and his legs carefully. Before he could protest, he was lifted in the air, and held close to his chest.

Swaddled then, like a baby. His mind seemed to snap when he saw the ground below them, a good way away, and he scrambled just a little to wrap his own arms around the man’s neck, wincing in pain from the movement.

And the gall he had to laugh at him. “Just like you dogs~ always the same, put you on a little shelf and all that pomp dies in seconds-“

Kuroo fumed at him, not appreciating the commentary as he was carried out of the cave-

“Alright alright, I’ll stop cause you’re injured”

“Dying-“

“Injured”

Stubborn. Big. Stinky. Bears. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He was carried the rest of the way, past the river, and to the forest beyond the shallow fishing pool. The climb in the forest was gentle, the terrain naturally flowing back towards the riverside till it tapered to the side of a mountain. The rocky ledge he walked on was the worst hurdle- Kuroo didn’t dare look down to the depths below, burying his face into his shoulder, and closing his eyes shut.

But then, it cleared out onto a wide shelf overlooking the water- the bear cliffs were beautiful, something he’d only seen in the distance. The side of the mountain had several hollows inside of it- each one, full of sleeping bears.

His mouth hung open when he saw them, hardly believing his eyes.

“This is my home.. and you’re welcome here till you’re healed and ready to leave-“, he spoke finally, carrying him in the dark past several occupied caves and into a smaller, empty one.

He set him down on furs that lined the stone, gentle as a feather, showing exceptional control despite his severely injured hand- which the wolf suddenly felt so much guilt for giving him. Gold eyes heavy with sleep followed him as he walked about the surprisingly warm cave for where it was situated- then watched him as he kneeled by his side, a hollow shell in his hand.

“It’s a salve, should take away the fever and the pain for a little- help you sleep tonight..”, he said softly to the man in his care, trying to ease his worries. Looking down at his body now, the next words spoken were, “Strip your clothes off-“

Kuroo shouldn’t have- he shouldn’t have been able to ignore the exhaustion taking over his body, and look up at the man, a little smile building on his lips. But he did just that, eyes heavy lidded with sleep, but also something else-

The bear nearly huffed at him, raising his brow sternly, disbelievingly.  Was he being, suggestive? Of what? “Or I’ll just cut it off of you, you’re not going to be needing them anyway-“

“Alright alright, I’m doing it-“, he said with what bear could’ve sworn was a giggle. After all that he’d been through, the man was giggling and chortling like a pup as he winced and sat up to pull his hide-skin rags off of his torso. He even had the gall to reach for his skirt, which gave good enough access as it is, “This too..?”

A firm little slap on his ribs seemed to do the trick. The man reeled, and gasped for air as he lay down instantly, to the delight of the brown eyed other,  “Blood seems to be leaving your head, do better to lie down-” 

The sun seemed to be filtering through the air, it was morning after already. Orange rays of light fell on the bear man’s face as he leaned over him and applied the salve to his body.

Kuroo watched him as he did it, carefully, taking all the time he needed- first over his chest and under his ribs, then down to his abdomen. As that hand pressed soft circles into his skin, he watched its fingers travel lower, to his hips, and then to his thighs underneath the rags of his skirt. He went still lower to his knees, his shins, his feet and his toes- leaving a trail of burning-cooling tingles in his wake.

When he was done, Kuroo found himself wishing he wasn’t, waiting for another round of this, whatever it was that he was doing to his body. He’d used salves before on himself, but none hadf felt quite like this.

Oh but he wasn’t done, his warm fingers found their way underneath him, rubbing soft lines down his spine to the small of his back. His face was so close to his body while he touched him, his palm cupping over firm buttocks, and travelling.. between them.

Kuroo’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when the firm fingers rubbed at his pelvic bone. There was not a moment of hesitation or awkward reluctance in the man’s eyes, only concentration on his task. A true healer at work, and a man of his word. He wasn’t going to let him die.

The wolf’s eyes poured into his, the words catching in his throat as he watched the bear put the shell down and wipe his one hand on the wall behind him, the other still covered in a bloody bandage and clotted, dirty. He came back to his patient’s side, smoothing over his forehead with the salved hand, a cool sheen of the stuff masking his skin and instantly giving him relief from the throbbing in his head.

“I’ll go find some crystals for you, they’re in a cave not far from here-“, he said to him, eyes full of not sympathy or even empathy really. They were full of care and quiet devotion. “They’re magic, they’ve healed the worst injuries we’ve had- broken bones, bleeding wounds, cured bad appetites and ailing hearts too”

Kuroo smiled faintly up at him then, “Thank you..”, he whispered, the events from the day fully settling on him as his eyes searched his brown. There was nothing there to read, only, inexplicable warmth. The bear’s thumb rubbed a small circle into his forehead, returning Kuroo’s smile with his own.

“Get some sleep..”

He didn’t have to be told twice, going out like a light as soon as the man had left the cave- sinking into dreamless slumber, and a deep one.

[dennyyyyette]

surprise! || tsukishima kei x m! reader

//hiya! this is my first ever fanfic after a long time of not writing, so enjoy this m!reader with Tsuki. Hope y’all like it!

It was a normal day in the gymnasium, balls flying everywhere, the squeaks of shoes being heard and groans filling up the room. Everyone was having a practice math with each other to prepare for an upcoming competition. “Toss me!” Hinata shouted as he spiked the ball that got tossed to him. It almost went out of the court, but luckily he got that point. Kageyama and Nishinoya both yelled a small “Yes!” before high fiving the first year. Tsuki, Yamaguchi and Tanaka sighed, but cheered each other up to get the next one. Tsuki sighed as he adjusted his glasses, getting back in position as they started the next match. He got used to the same routine ever since he got in the club, but he was pretty content with it. After beating Shiratorizawa, he was pretty pumped to be able to practice more often for nationals, not that he would admit it loudly though. There’s just one thing he misses.

His boyfriend, M/N L/N.

M/N was his best friend, aside from Yamaguchi. They knew each other since kindergarten and has fallen in love with each other ever since. They even used to call each other husband and wife. He misses his cuddles, his kisses, and his laughs. M/N had to go abroad because his dad’s work, and they’ve been Skyping ever since. M/N would always promise him that he would come back to Japan, but Tsuki never really had high hopes for it. He would that, yes, but he knew M/N was too busy for him.

“One, two, go!” Tsuki timed as he and Tanaka blocked Hinata’s spike, earning themselves a point. A time-out was called, and they all drank their water. “Nice one, Tsuki! You’re finally getting excited about volleyball, huh?” Tanaka pats the taller’s back, almost making Tsuki choke on his water. He beats his chest before replying, “Y-Yeah, I am. It surely feels better now that we are done with Shiratorizawa.” He said, closing off his water bottle to get a towel. He wiped his sweat as Yamaguchi smiled, “Right, Tsuki! This is the time where we actually improve! Nationals is gonna be amazing.” He said enthusiastically, before heading off to Hinata to compliment him on his spike. Tsuki sighed as he looked at the others, thinking deeply about his boyfriend and how he misses him.

‘I want him to come back soon... I really miss him. He would’ve been cheering me on by now if it weren’t for his dad’s job. I hope he’s doing okay.’ He thought, before shaking his head, which only helped him remember a time where they were just at home.

M/N laughed as he tied off a bit of Tsuki’s hair, “You look so cute, Tsuki!” Tsuki pouted, before saying “I’m not cute. Get it off me!” M/N chuckled, “Okay okay, fine! Just know that I will love you even more if you do that often.” He said as he took off the ties, before settling in in between Tsuki’s legs. His back laid against Tsuki’s chest, wrapping the blonde’s arms around his torso. They calmed down, with Tsuki playing with the h/c-ette’s hair. “You know, I love moments like this where we can just chill in your room.” M/N said as he felt Tsuki kiss his cheek, making him blush. Tsuki tightened his grip around M/N’s torso, pulling him closer. “Me too.” He said as he buried his head by the crook of M/N’s neck. M/N smiled, turning his head to Tsuki’s before lifting the blonde’s head, leaning in for a kiss. The blonde happily accepted and kissed back. It was truly a moment of bliss. The kiss got deeper, as their tongues battled for dominance. Tsuki slid his hand up M/N’s—

“...ski! Tsuki!” Yamaguchi called out, waving his hand in front of the tall blond. Tsuki snooks his head, suddenly aware of everyone looking at him. “A-Ah, sorry. I was just thinking.” He said, laughing nervously as he scratched the back of his head. “You really scared us for a second there,” Daichi said, with Asahi and Suga nodding in the back. “You kinda look scary doing that too...” Suga muttered, before going back to practice serves with Asahi. Hinata chuckled before, walking up to him, “Getting nervous, Tsuki? You better be! I’m gonna beat you again in the next match!” He said, boasting before shuddering at Tsuki’s response. “No, you’ll be beaten in a pulp by the end of this round, shrimp.” “Eeek!” Hinata said as he quickly his behind Kageyama, who just laughed at him, “Boke, Hinata!”

A loud creak echoed in the gym as they looked toward the gym door, only to see Kiyoko and Yachi with someone they can’t decipher, a boy with h/c hair. He was tall/short, lean/chubby, and was wearing a hoodie, jeans, sneakers and a mask. “Ah, Tsuki! He was looking for you.” Kiyoko said as the said mail looked up with his e/c colored eyes. His eyes widened as he pulled off the mask, before quickly sprinting to Tsuki with his arms wide open. “TSUKI I MISSED YOU!” He said as he tackled the boy down, almost making the blonde fall.. Tsuki’s eyes widened and laughed as he wrapped his arms around the boy. “M/N! I missed you too. Come here!” He said as he lifted the boy up, spinning him around as his teammates gathered around them. “Yamaguchi, you know him?” Suga asked, in which Yamaguchi nodded. “Ah yes, that’s Tsuki’s—“

Everyone gasped when they both kissed each other on the lips, hugging intensely afterwards. “—boyfriend.”

“. . .”

Silence can be heard in the room, before everyone realized what had just happened. “EHHHHHHHH?!!!” They all screamed at once, terrifying the couple as they looked at each other. M/N laughed, “Awwe babe you never told them about us?” He asked, “I wanted them to meet you first, but I guess we did that part already.” Tsuki chuckled before turning his head towards his teammates. “Guys, this is my boyfriend. M/N L/N.”

M/N took that as a cue to boy and introduce himself, “Hiya! M/N L/N, ( ) years old! Nice to meet you all!” He bowed, smiling cutely as everyone greeted him back. “Tsuki, we didn’t know you had a boyfriend!” Nishinoya exclaimed, shaking his hands with M/N. “Wow, our first year got a boyfriend before us! Just who do you think you are?” Tanaka smirked as he got up all in Tsuki’s face. Tsuki hooked his arm around his lover’s waist protectively, “It’s not my fault that I found love way before you did, senpai.” “Argh! He really had the guts to say that to me!” Tanaka groaned as he was being held back by Suga and Hinata. Yamaguchi then piped in with a question, “M/N-San! It’s been so long, how come you cam here now?” He asked while greeting the said male with a hug, “Oh, we’re on a vacation trip lead by my dad’s company. He said we have a week before going back to (country.) ”

Tsuki got excited, “Really? A week?! Yes!” He excitedly said as he lifted the male once again, spinning him around. “This is the happiest I’ve seen him, it’s kinda freaking me out.” Kageyama muttered, earning a nod from the others. “I know! So when I heard this, I decided to pay you a little visit cause I missed you!” M/N said as he pinched the tall male’s cheeks. “Thanks babe, but we still got some practice to do. Mind if you wait and watch us for a bit?” Tsuki asked, earning a grin from the other, “Sure! I’ll wait by the bench.”

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“Tsuki, you looked so cool! Like you were blocking the strikes and you went like boom! And then you hit that ball like pow! It was so awesome!” M/M said excitedly as he recalled what happened during the last minutes of practice. Tsuki chuckled that his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. “Come on, I wasn’t that good.” “No, you were! I swear, seeing you do all those moves made me feel like my arm was falling off for you! You are literally the best ever.” The h/c colored male said, hooking his arm around Tsuki’s as they walked back to Tsuki’s house.

They enjoyed the moment of silence as they walked along the streets, looking at the sunset every once in a while. “I’m really glad you’re back, M/N.” Tsuki started, “Even if it was just for a week. I just- I really am so happy.” M/N awwed at his boyfriend, snuggling up against his shoulder. “I am too, since I can finally catch up with you on what’s going on. Not on,y that, I get to have those lips again.” M/N joked, making Tsuki chuckle.

“Ahh, we’re here.” Tsuki said as he walked by the front door with M/N. They both took of their shoes and went in the house, trudging their way up to Tsuki’s room after greeting his mom a hello. After Tsuki changed his clothes, they both went on the bed and snuggled up to each other, giving each other their much needed kisses. It’s been so long, they can’t help themselves!

“Oh yeah i forgot to say this earlier,” M/N said as he sat back up. Tsuki sat up before asking, “What?”

“Surprise!”

“You dork!”

“I’m your dork.”

END

[charizella]

i'll count to a million heartbeats

2.8k. General. SakuAtsu. SKTS.

atsumu loves, kiyoomi counts, atsumu leaves, kiyoomi waits.

[goatlover]

HI IM SORRY FOR BOTHER YOUR SCROLLING BUT COULD YOU PLEASE CHECK OUT THIS STUPID FIC I JUST STARTED WORKING ON.

ITS KINDA A YAMATSUKI FIC THING WITH A WEIRD TWIST

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[anyrchyangel]

safekeeping

Summary: 

Akaashi and Bokuto have a rather new tradition after every one of Bokuto's games.

Or, alternatively, the extremely soft and fluffy BokuAka drabble that just sort of happened >.>

check it out on my AO3 page: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24602161

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The roar of the crowd left his ears ringing. The MSBY Black Jackals had won in an upset no one expected; they had defeated the reigning champions of three-years in the final set 15-13—taking the game with 3 sets to the Adlers’ 2. It had been utterly amazing to watch. Hinata had well and truly surprised the world with his V.League Division 1 debut, and Atsumu Miya had proven to be a setter worthy of his renown, but for the entirety of the match, Akaashi couldn’t take his eyes off Bokuto. He’d smiled and rolled his eyes as the crowd chanted “Bokuto Beam” and he’d laughed as he watched Bokuto soak up the adoration like a flower blooming in the sun.

As the crowd meandered towards the exits, chattering away about the match that had made history, Akaashi slowly pushed his way towards the locker rooms. He flashed his access card to the security guard keeping the press at bay and made his way towards the long hall where the players would be leaving the court. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard Bokuto’s laugh echoing around the hallway.

“Hinata! That last spike was amazing! I can’t believe how much muscle you’ve put on in the last couple of years! I guess it’s no wonder you beat Ushijima at an arm-wrestling match!”

Hinata’s laugh joined Bokuto’s as the team turned the corner, “We haven’t had an arm-wrestling match! After that spike in the first set, I’m not sure I’d beat Ushijima anyway…”

“The look on Kageyama’s face was priceless when you managed to dig that spike, I wish I could have gotten it on camera. I wonder if one of the press got it…” Atsumu’s devilish smirk reminded Akaashi of a fox eyeing its dinner and he wondered if he should warn Kageyama.

“Akaashi!” Bokuto’s face lit up when he noticed him standing in the hall and when Bokuto darted to him and lifted him into a crushing embrace, he couldn’t help but melt. Even after playing five intense sets, Bokuto was as energetic as ever and Akaashi couldn’t help but worry that he hadn’t properly cooled down yet.

He blushed when he heard Meian laugh, “Come on you guys, let’s give the newly engaged couple some privacy.”

“But—” Akaashi lifted his head from Bokuto’s broad chest and smiled as Hinata waved at him before being dragged away by Barnes.

“Come on, Shorty. Don’t you have an afterparty to attend with a certain setter tonight? The setter who couldn’t take his eyes off you for the entirety of the match?” Barnes’ teasing made Hinata’s face turn as red as his hair and the short wing spiker ran to the locker rooms without another word.

“Do you have it?” Bokuto’s normally loud and energetic voice dropped down to a whisper as his hands drifted to Akaashi’s hips and smiled sheepishly at him.

“Of course, that is why you asked me to hold onto it…” It was all still so new, this shift in their relationship. And yet in so many ways it was still entirely the same—as if this was simply what they had been walking towards since the moment they met. Akaashi dropped his gaze from Bokuto’s bright honey-colored eyes, a sudden wave of embarrassment tinging his cheeks with heat as he pulled on the long chain around his neck and unclasped the necklace.

Bokuto’s smile when Akaashi slipped his wedding band onto his ring finger had Akaashi’s lips tugging up at the corners, a wave of fondness flooding his heart as Bokuto took his hand and kissed his ring—the ring that had changed everything and yet nothing about their relationship.

“I still wish I could wear my ring during games…” Bokuto pouted and Akaashi gently intertwined their fingers as they slowly walked towards the locker rooms—neither in a hurry.

“It might affect how you play. The slightest changes could still throw you off,” Akaashi chided. As much as his fiancé had overcome his own limitations, Akaashi knew that Bokuto was still wholly capable of being overwhelmed by the smallest things, and if he was being honest, the ring that Bokuto now wore was by no means a “small thing”.

“It feels weird not to wear it. I hate having to take it off…” Bokuto moaned in that way of his and Akaashi found himself leaning closer to his fiancé. Such simple words and yet Bokuto meant them wholeheartedly. How could Akaashi not be humbled by such a simple declaration? That his beloved hated removing the simple band that had changed their lives, hated taking off the public symbol of Akaashi’s claim on this amazing person.

Bokuto sighed when they reached the locker rooms, “But I guess it’s not too bad. I know you’ll never lose it, so I don’t mind leaving it with you for safekeeping. Afterall, you’ve protected my heart all these years, I guess it’s only natural for you to keep my ring when I can’t wear it.”

Akaashi’s breath caught. He had thought that he’d grown some kind of tolerance for the things Bokuto said, and yet he still found himself dumbstruck by his fiancé. Before he could catch his breath or even think of a reply, Bokuto leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“I won’t be long. Will you wait for me here?” Akaashi could barely nod, his heart thumping too loudly in his ears. He was completely and utterly overwhelmed by the flood of warmth that swamped his heart, but he wouldn’t change it for anything. When Bokuto turned to head into the locker rooms, Akaashi tugged him back and pressed their lips together. Bokuto’s arms—so strong steady—wrapped around his waist and Akaashi found his fingers threading into silver and black locks, holding on tight as he lost himself in their kiss.

“You need to go shower and change…” Akaashi whispered in the intimate space between them after he’d pulled back. It was more a reminder to himself than to Bokuto, because he found that he could spend hours and hours wrapped up in Bokuto’s embrace. The second their lips touched, Akaashi simply lost track of time.

“I’ll be right out.” Bokuto gave him another quick kiss and ran into the locker rooms as Akaashi sighed and smiled at the ring on his left hand, twisting the small band that stole his breath each and every time he remembered that Bokuto Kotaro wore its twin.

He couldn’t help but laugh a little when he thought that he couldn’t wait to spend a lifetime wearing Bokuto’s ring for safekeeping. That he would get to enjoy slipping the band onto his beloved’s ring finger for a long time to come. That regardless of whether he was wearing his wedding band or not, Bokuto would always rely on Akaashi to keep his heart safe—the ring was simply a physical symbol of that promise. A promise Akaashi planned on keeping for a lifetime.

[cryoculus]

Diligence [1/?]

“I think I’m in love with you. You wanna go out with me or somethin’?”

Like most people on the receiving end of a confession from one of your best friends of eighteen years, you drop the volleyballs you were previously rounding up to toss into the ball cart—letting them bounce idly on the floor as you stare at Atsumu like he grew a second head (which no one really needs because the world will end if Miya Atsumu was given a second mouth to run but that was besides the point).

You probably failed to mask the shock on your face because that too-familiar defense mechanism of his almost immediately cranks into motion when his mouth curls into a smirk, telling you he was about to retract what he just said with some off-handed afterthought. But before he could tuck this curious exchange away, you placed your hands on both of his shoulders with some excessive force, the look in your eyes prompting him not to say another word just yet. The haughtiness in his face melts into curiosity as he affixes you with a golden-eyed stare.

“Don’t be so quick to take that back,” you scold him.

“Who said I was?” he questions, carding his fingers through his bleached hair.

“I know you, Atsumu.” A frown settles on your face as you brace your hands on your hips, appalled at his feigned ignorance. “One sign that things aren’t going your way, you bail out on it in a heartbeat.”

There’s a spark in his eye that you can’t quite pinpoint, but it doesn’t linger long enough for you to spare it another thought. Atsumu avoids your gaze but stays rooted in place. Your heart is hammering in your ribcage at this point because, how else could you possibly respond to his profession of love when the fact that you’re head-over-heels for his twin brother is as clear as a glaring neon sign?

You weren’t exactly discreet with how you felt about Osamu. You’ve been fond of the quieter, more respectful of the twins for as long as you can remember and you saw no reason to keep that under the radar. But it’s also no secret that Osamu doesn’t really see you as anything more than a friend, an almost-sister—and that was okay. He didn’t owe you his reciprocation, nor did you ask for it. But not even the most blatant of rejections can dispel the feelings you still harbored for him.

“It’s stupid, isn’t it?” Atsumu barks out a mirthless laugh. “Knowing how you feel about that shitty ‘Samu, and I still had the balls to confess.”

The self-deprecation lathered in his words makes you wince. It’s unfamiliar, it’s foreign, and definitely out of character for someone as arrogant and selfish as Atsumu.

“That’s not true,” you argue, but your voice doesn’t quite carry the conviction you wanted your words to have.

He scoffs. “What do you say, then?”

The easiest, most obvious answer is definitely, “No.”

Yet… you can’t bring yourself to do it—to utter that one syllable that would make it easier for the both of you to just move on from this and laugh about it a few months down the road. Your throat constricts at the lingering rejection lodged between your teeth, and god, did Osamu feel this way when he turned you down? You hope not.

Then it dawns on you: you can’t reject him. Because...because what will become of your friendship now that Atsumu has laid it on the table that he’s in love with you? Accepting the fact that your friendship with one of the twins wasn’t going to be the same was already difficult in itself, what more if you had to shoulder the burden of jeopardizing the other?  

You let yourself mull over it for a few seconds more. For what it’s worth, no matter how much of a pompous asshole he can be, you love Atsumu. You love him, and you can’t really picture your life without him, but not like that. But how are you supposed to reconcile your feelings about the matter when he’s glaring at his volleyball shoes, brandishing all the self-loathing he could muster in a single look? You’re familiar with the bitter taste of unrequited love, and you’ll be damned if you had to condemn someone else to the same fate.

(A tinier, more selfish part of you whispers, Dating Atsumu wouldn’t be too far off from dating Osamu, right? The twins are practically the same person anyway. You can always just pretend he’s Osamu and—no. You’re not going to allow yourself to think like that. It’s unfair. Not only for you but for Atsumu as well.)

The next thing you know, you found yourself stepping a reluctant foot forward, and then another until you could feel the heat permeating from his still sweaty clothes. Atsumu stares at you with a mix of shock and what you identify is dread, but before he could open his mouth to dish out some cheap attempt to push you away, you give him your answer.

“‘Tsumu.” You feel like you’re committing a crime with the way the nickname tumbles from your lips so casually. Nonetheless, you meet his eyes when you say, “I...don’t feel the same way.”

“Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out,” he grumbles before briskly stalking off towards the exit, shoulders squared with the implication that he heard what he needed to hear, and—

“I’m not done yet!”

Atsumu stops dead in his tracks, standing in the middle of the empty gymnasium before throwing a rueful look over his shoulder. The desolation that’s written on his face lances through your heart and you almost choke on the rest of what you wanted to say.

“Well?” he rasps.

One second passes, and then two. You forcefully tame the thundering in your heart, hoping your voice doesn't falter when you tell him—

“I don’t feel the same way but… I think you can make me change my mind.”

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[onegoldpiece]

Ukai Keishin x Reader 

Follow The Crow

Hey guys! I put up my first fic on AO3! There’s only 2 chapters right now, but I have a ton more to transfer over in the editing stage. I’d appreciate if you could check it out! 

[stacysmash]

Relationship: Bokuto x Kita Rating: Teen WC:  6,775 Warnings: Manga spoilers

Excerpt below:

Kita stepped off the train and checked the time. He smiled, seeing that he was right on schedule and set off towards the station exit. The bag on his shoulder was a little heavy but he would unload the contents soon. It wasn’t every day he got to see his old kouhai from Inarizaki.

Then again, he was in town for an interview and if the company decided to hire him, he’d get the chance to see Atsumu more often. Although he was the older and more responsible of the two, it was a relief that he knew someone in the area. His granny was insistent that he quickly make lots of friends and he also didn’t like to be alone. In meeting Atsumu and his teammates, Kita was hoping to meet many potential friends.

As he walked through town toward the gym, he took in all the sights around him. It was exciting to think that he might possibly live and work there. He knew that most people would be surprised by how much he enjoyed change. Perhaps it was due to his quiet and efficient nature, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be stagnant. Sometimes he craved the unexpected; it allowed him to figure the problem out and the satisfaction of succeeding was unparalleled. Even if a situation was as overwhelming as a raging thunderstorm, he basked in the knowledge that some things weren’t in his control. It was a freedom very few people allowed themselves to experience.

The gym the MSBY Jackals trained at was conveniently close to the station and he found it quickly. As he wandered through the hall outside the court, he could hear the echo of voices and the impact of volleyballs from within. To a person with no experience with the sport, it would have sounded cacophonous and violent. To Kita, it filled him with peaceful nostalgia. Some of his happiest memories surrounded volleyball and his team at Inarizaki. Nothing would give him more pride than his stint as captain of such a skilled team… a team of monsters.

As he drew closer to the doors, he heard the unmistakable cry of despair that usually followed one of Atsumu’s failed serving attempts. Kita stifled a laugh in his hand and peeked inside, spotting his kouhai immediately at the serving line on his knees with his face buried in his hands. He nearly walked right onto the court to encourage Atsumu to his feet but stopped himself when Atsumu’s current captain did just that. It stung a little, but he was relieved that Atsumu had a good captain to keep his head on straight.

He glanced around the gym and spotted some bleachers to the side where some people were watching the practice. Slipping around the edges of the court, he quickly made his way up them while keeping a wary eye open for stray balls. The players were going through drills at the moment and with so many balls flying around the court, accidents were bound to happen.

Once he took a seat, he kept his gaze on Atsumu, watching him line up another serve. This one not only made it over but hit just inside the back line and would have been nearly impossible to hit. Kita beamed and gripped his bag tighter to avoid clapping. He didn’t want Atsumu to lose his concentration now that he was back on track.

He took the chance to look over the rest of the court, eyeing up all the different types of players on Atsumu’s new team. He thought Inarizaki was full of monsters, he soon realized that the MSBY Jackals team was full of titans. A few he recognized, Sakusa Kiyoomi, in particular, had been one of the top aces his final year. Hinata Shoyou had recently joined as well and although he was on a rival team in high school, Kita was proud of how far he had come as a skilled and well-rounded player.

Kita blinked as a player ran toward the net, preparing to spike the ball. He was not as quick and stealthy as Hinata, nor the tallest player on the court. None of that mattered; everything about him screamed look at me. He was a hurricane wrapped up in one human being, tearing through the other players leaping high into the air to spike the ball. Even from the distance Kita was from him, he could see the man grinning from ear-to-ear.

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[tetsuskitten]

Right here by your side

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(20:37) i feel so lonely

(20:38) do you want me to come over and sleep with you?

(20:42) ...would you?

(20:43) on my way

A short train ride away after and Kuroo was knocking on Tooru's door. Tooru looked messy today, as if he'd been crying not too long ago. Kuroo didn't doubt he had been. The past week had been rough on him and it wasn't like Tooru to break down like this, to text him something that vulnerable without any prompting. At that point he hadn't been able to keep it in anymore and he needed someone to be at his side, frantically and desperately. Kuroo wished he'd called sooner, wished he could have guessed how bad Tooru had been feeling.

Kuroo didn't wait for an invitation, instead swooping Tooru into his arms, who reflexively put his legs around Kuroo's hips to secure himself, and when he found himself in that tight and warm embrace he couldn't even stop the tears from coming again. His brain was already thundering, he had a massive headache because he just hadn't been able to stop himself from bursting into tears over and over. He'd been lying in bed, desperate, every ounce of energy gone from his body but he gathered himself enough to get Kuroo here. If he just had him by his side, maybe he could pull through. If anything, he could stop the endless stream of water coming out of his eyes. He felt ridiculous.

Kuroo held him close while shutting the door behind him and then leaning against it. He slowly slid down to the floor and let Tooru be, rocking them slightly back and forth in an attempt to soothe Tooru's nerves. He hadn't quite seen him like this yet, he was concerned as anyone would be, but if this was what Tooru needed to feel better then he'd be here until his pain subsided, until he could get a smile out of him again, until he knew he had eaten, until he knew that Tooru felt he was loved.

When Tooru seemed calmer and was just resting his head on Kuroo's shoulder, Kuroo ran a hand through his hair and made him look up at him.

"Let's go lie down." Kuroo whispered, trying to be soothing and careful. Tooru assented and let himself be carried out into the bedroom. The bed was unmade and Kuroo placed him there and got in right beside him. Tooru turned his body around to face him and clung to him, head buried in his chest. Kuroo smiled despite himself. Despite the situation Tooru was still... He still made him feel these weird things he couldn't quite describe.

You see, they had become amazing friends throughout their college years and this thing they had, this relationship thing that they didn't quite talk about, had been evolving every day. It had started simply, harmlessly: they had been studying for hours at Tooru's and Kuroo suggested they should take a nap because he felt completely worn out. Tooru, to his surprise, agreed with him and they both went to Tooru's bed and took a nap together. Simple as that. Woke up tangled in each other. Got up and made coffee and got back to studying like it had just been the normal thing, like they had always done that. And it felt so natural that they hadn't even thought about mentioning it. Then it became sort of a habit, a good one. A resting buddy. It was perfect. But inevitably things had escalated from there. That too had felt natural to them, the easy kisses, the giving in to each other, the discovering one another's bodies. The knowledge at the back of their minds that this bond was special and that they weren't with anybody else even though they didn't mention it. But they knew, of course. They talked about everything, past, present and even future.

They talked about how they felt like kids still, that they were terrified of the future but at the same time excited beyond belief for it. Tooru took Tetsurou stargazing, Tetsurou brought Tooru funny comic books. They went out to eat together, they studied together, they got curious about each other's lives and took full interest in them. The only thing they hadn't done was say they were dating but after this long, it was implied. Everyone else that knew them knew this too.

And that's why that day was important. That Tooru had called him here in his weakest moment and allowed him to come in, to witness his pain and to help him bear with it. It meant something that words didn't convey.

These were Tetsurou's thoughts as he finally felt Tooru's breathing even out and the boy fall asleep, holding on to him gently.

And this was the perfect moment for an ushered I love you. But you see, that too, was implied.

[musicprincess655]

Hey guys! I recently hit 500 followers. For the new people, I update this soulmate au every time I hit a multiple of 100 followers. It’s time for SemiShira’s story!

Swans.

When Eita was younger, he’d assumed the swan feather on his right forearm would make his soulmate easy to find. He’d imagined girls with elegant features and queenly faces, boys with regal and princely bearings. Whatever gender his soulmate was, Eita had no doubt they would have a personality and appearance worthy of royalty.

Who else could be represented by a swan feather?

It had taken him almost a month of high school before he’d realized that his mark could apply to almost anyone. Shiratori. Swans.

He was a dumbass.

And okay, it couldn’t refer to just anyone. Since he’d made the horrifying realization that his mark was a feather from his school’s unofficial mascot, he’d been methodically going through people, trying to weed everyone out until he found the person he belonged to.

Satori was out – and thank God, because while Eita loved Satori like a brother, he was just that. Like a brother. Eita couldn’t imagine being his romantic soulmate. He’d considered the possibility that they were platonic soulmates – much less common, but not unheard of – until Satori had seen Wakatoshi’s left hand. Besides the fact that three-way soulmate bonds were even less common than platonic ones, Satori and Wakatoshi’s marks matched each other perfectly and his not at all.

Reon was out for a similar reason. He’d found his soulmate in childhood, a small girl named Ai. While Eita liked them both – especially Ai, who despite her plain face was the life of the party – they very clearly didn’t match with him.

And on and on it went. Even though the wrist was the most common place for soulmate marks, about half the team had marks in different places, and the ones that didn’t also didn’t really match him. And of course, that was just the team. There were a lot of students at Shiratorizawa that Eita had never met.

So here he was, stuck mulling over every person in his school, staring at a pond that would at least partially freeze when winter fully set in. Maybe he’d been right the first time. Maybe his soulmate was a prince or princess that he’d meet after he graduated. Only about 50% of people met their soulmates by the end of high school, and he was in the winter of his third year.

“This is stupid,” he muttered to himself. He’d heard it a thousand times. No one found their soulmate because they were looking. Soulmates always found each other when they least expected it.

But how was he supposed to avoid looking when there was a good chance his soulmate was somewhere around him?

“Oi! Eita!”

Satori was waving from where he and Wakatoshi were perched on the bank of the pond. Once, Eita would have been reluctant to join them. They’d been completely absorbed in each other when they’d first started dating. But now that the honeymoon phase had worn off, Eita didn’t feel like a third wheel hanging out with them anymore.

“What are you two doing out?” Eita asked. “Isn’t it a little cold for a park date?”

“Coats exist,” Satori shrugged. “Besides, the swans only come here in the winter.”

Eita looked back at the pond to see that yes, there were the big white birds that had been haunting his thoughts on the edge of the pond. He sat down almost ruefully, looking at them along with Satori and Wakatoshi.

They really were beautiful. The way they slid around the water slowly was like poetry in motion. Even Eita could put aside his associations with them to enjoy how pretty they were.

“Nasty little fuckers,” Satori commented. “I love seeing them, but I know to keep my distance now.”

“What?” Eita asked. “What do you mean?”

An expression that Eita didn’t recognize passed over Satori’s face, and it took Eita a moment to place it as embarrassment. In the time he’d known Satori, he hadn’t realized his best friend felt enough shame to feel embarrassment.

“One of them went after him in our first year,” Wakatoshi cut in. “It was quite an experience.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Satori complained. “I just wanted a closer look. I never expected it to bite me.”

“You should’ve known better than to try and touch a swan.”

“I do now!”

“Wait,” Eita interrupted, because once the two of them got started, it was impossible to get their attention anywhere else. He’d never understood how Satori could hold such long conversations with Wakatoshi. Even being friends with both of them, Eita had never been able to draw Wakatoshi into a conversation with more than the necessary information being exchanged. “Swans are mean?”

“They’re territorial, which I know now,” Satori said, with a look thrown Wakatoshi’s direction. “They go after anyone who gets too close pretty aggressively, which no one bothered to tell me until one bit me on the arm.”

“I thought you would know better,” Wakatoshi said blankly, which might have been genuine and might have been Wakatoshi being amused at his boyfriend’s misfortune. Eita had never been great at telling the difference.

“I didn’t know they were aggressive,” Eita said, trying to bring them back to topic.

“Like I said, nasty little fuckers,” Satori said. “They’re pretty to look at, but get too close and you’ll get snapped at.”

Eita froze, his eyes still tracing the movements of the swans closest to him. He knew someone who fit that description perfectly.

He’d always kept an eye on Shirabu since the younger setter was prone to hyperfixating until he hurt himself, but with this new information, he looked closer. He knew Shirabu had a soulmate mark on his left forearm, but he’d never known what it was. Shirabu was weirdly protective of it, never showing it when asked. Besides knowing it took up most of his forearm by the sleeves Shirabu sometimes wore to hide it, Eita knew almost nothing about it.

But now that Eita was paying attention, he could see what he’d missed for two years. Shirabu always wore his blazer or a long-sleeved uniform shirt, but he never covered his arms during practice, rightly assuming that everyone would be more focused on the ball than his soulmate mark. Especially when he was practicing setting, arms poised and turned out to the world, Eita had a good look at his mark.

It was a feather, although Eita could never get a close enough to say what bird it belonged to. All he could really see was that it was about the same size as his, and a little darker.

For the first time, Eita started to consider that his mark might be for Shirabu. It wasn’t that he’d never thought Shirabu was pretty or been attracted to him. It was more his surety that Shirabu would never return the feelings. Shirabu was prickly with everyone – even Kawanishi, who was supposedly his best friend – but he seemed to have a particular aversion to Eita. Eita had always assumed it was their clashing personalities, but maybe there was something else behind it.

So for now, Eita waited and watched. He caught all the glimpses of Shirabu’s mark that he could during practice, and while no one could really tell that marks matched until they were laid side by side, Eita started to think he could recognize something of Shirabu’s mark in his own.

And then practice was over forever for Eita, snuffed out by a nobody team that had risen from their own ashes.

Eita didn’t see much of Shirabu after that.

It wasn’t just that they were avoiding each other. In fact, Eita was looking for Shirabu more than ever with the deadline hanging over his head. However, he had his own problems to deal with. He’d never thought of himself as someone who’d go to university, but one had extended an offer of a volleyball scholarship. It wasn’t anything that would let him go pro, but it would pay for university, and he’d get to play again. It wasn’t an opportunity he was going to give up.

But he still had to pass his final exams if he wanted to keep it, so he spent all of the free time that had once belonged to volleyball on studying. He stared at his books until he went cross eyed, and didn’t spare any time on vanishing younger setters.

Until he was at his graduation ceremony, final exams passed, university scholarship clinched, and no closer to figuring out if Shirabu was really what Eita thought he was.

It wasn’t the end of the world that he hadn’t figured everything out with Shirabu. He had Shirabu’s LINE ID, and they’d even exchanged a few polite messages before, although all relating to volleyball. It wasn’t like he couldn’t keep in touch, even if he wasn’t at the same school anymore.

A spring of something that felt alarmingly like nostalgia welled in Eita’s chest. Despite the struggles, the losses, the pain, he’d had a good three years. He was going to miss Shiratorizawa.

And then he saw the person who’d been haunting his thoughts for months.

Shirabu didn’t look like he was running away anymore. His eyes were set and determined on Eita’s face. It couldn’t have been more obvious that he was waiting for Eita to come to him.

“Take care of yourself,” Eita said, because it seemed like the kind of thing to say when he was more or less saying goodbye. “Keep practicing with Goshiki. I know he annoys you sometimes, but he’s going to be the next ace, and you have to work as well with him as you did with Wakatoshi.”

“I don’t want to talk about Goshiki right now,” Shirabu said. It was time to settle things once and for all.

“Show me your soulmate mark,” Eita said. It wasn’t a question, but Shirabu was perfectly free to leave if he didn’t want to. Eita fully expected him to.

Instead, Shirabu shrugged out of his blazer and rolled up his left sleeve, holding out his arm for Eita to see. Eita held his wrist, turning his arm to see it. A grey and white feather took up most of Shirabu’s forearm.

“I thought it was for Ushijima at first,” Shirabu said, refusing to meet Eita’s eyes. “I saw him my last year in middle school, and…well. An eagle seemed to fit perfectly.”

Eita could understand why Shirabu had jumped to Wakatoshi as a possible match for his mark. He also knew that by the time Shirabu had seen Wakatoshi, he and Satori had already found each other.

“So you’ve been hiding it for years because…?” Eita asked. He resisted the urge to lay his arm alongside Shirabu’s to see if they matched.

“I wanted more time,” Shirabu said. “I was wrong about it being for Ushijima, and then I…I think I figured out who it was really for. And I wanted more time to figure out how I felt about that before they knew and expected things from me I wasn’t ready to give.”

“You figured all that out on your own?” Eita asked. He’d never been in doubt about Shirabu’s intelligence, but he also knew how limited it was when it came to Shirabu himself.

“Taichi helped,” Shirabu said, looking angry about it. “He’s the one who figured out who this belongs to in the first place, and he’s been nothing but smug about it since.”

Eita took that as his cue to roll up his own sleeve and compare his arm to Shirabu’s.

Their marks weren’t the same – in many ways, they were very different people. But the marks matched, in a way that Eita couldn’t articulate no matter how hard he tried. Something about the lines, the slopes of the feathers, made it clear that though they came from different species they very much belonged together.

“So what now?” Shirabu asked. Eita wondered if he’d been feeling the deadline hanging over him as keenly as Eita had and just dealt with it in the opposite way.

“Well, first of all, you better answer my messages,” Eita said. “No leaving me on read for weeks. I know you have LINE and I know you know how to use it. Keep in touch.”

Shirabu blinked.

“You don’t mind that it’s me?” he asked. “I thought you didn’t like me.”

“That’s not true,” Eita told him. “You’re a pain in my ass sometimes, but I’ve never disliked you.”

He ruffled Shirabu’s hair just to see him wrinkle his nose when his stupid ruler bangs got messed up.

“You mean it?” Shirabu asked, fixing his hair with his free hand. “You’re okay that we’re soulmates?”

Eita raised Shirabu’s arm to his face so he could kiss the mark.

“I could do a lot worse.”

There was a smile tugging at the corners of Shirabu’s mouth that he couldn’t seem to quite get a handle on. Eita felt an answering one rise on his own face.

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Fandom: Haikyuu!! Relationship: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

Warning: there is a death... 

It was a spring feeling. It had to be. It was only them. Captains of Nekoma and Fukurodani high schools.