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May I please request a scenario of a one night stand between Kame and Yaku @ Ayame's place w/ Kuroo camping outside the room in the morning waiting for the walk of shame, thank you ily bye

A/N: HAHAH alright alright you asked and I delivered our glorious creation. As usual I got carried away with Kuroo and Ayame in some parts and then swooped back in with Yaku and Kame haha ily <3

SUMMARY: Kuroo is in a friends with benefits relationship with Ayame while pining for more at a party she throws for the V.League. At the same event Yaku and Kame hook up and have a one night stand. Kuroo and Ayame happen to catch them sneaking into a guest room and Kuroo is determined to catch Yaku's walk of shame as pay back for all the years of teasing his situation. (Ayame is my OC and Kame is @loveskitkats OC)

TAGS: pining, friends with benefits (Kuroo), blowjobs (Kuroo), Making out, Kissing, smut, teasing, banter, fluff, Kuroo uses babe once, flirting, kind of peeping for a hot minute but not in a sexual way, begging, Kuroo being a simp, Bokutos strong drinks, drinking

WC: 4734

CHARACTERS: Kuroo Tetsurou/OC Ayame Saikawa, Yaku Morisuke/OC Kame, Bokuto Koutarou

It’s the last V.League game of the season. Since it’s in Tokyo Ayame naturally decides to throw one of her house parties. It makes it easier for those out of town to have a place to crash and keeps the players out of the public eye. Everyones free to do what they want without too many repercussions.

Ayame likes to joke with Kuroo that being friends with benefits with her seems to have a lot more benefits for him in the workplace than in the bedroom. He would argue that being with Ayame is nothing but beneficial. The only cons are the feelings he has to constantly keep in check.

Those pesky feelings he pretends not to have every time someone asks why they aren’t dating. The feelings that threaten to spill over every time he watches the V.League players he invited here carelessly flirt with her.

Yeah those feelings.

The ones he’s trying to swallow right now.

Kuroo curses his younger self for not fessing up sooner. He had plenty of opportunities during their on again and off again non-relationship. But he always chickens out. Scared of losing everything. So instead he clutches onto whatever they have now in the hopes it will work itself out.

Even now, as he watches Ayame from the living room, with the party in full swing, he wonders how easily he could walk over there. How he’d push Bokuto’s stupid face out of the way and tell her everything. How he didn’t want to hover over her the whole party for her sake. That it just invites those kinds of questions. And sure she can handle it better than him but he doesn’t want to put that on her. She’s been too good for him.

‘Whatcha drinking?’ Yaku says, slapping him on the shoulder.

‘Hmm.’ Kuroo is pulled from his daze as he turns to him. ‘What?’

‘I asked what you’re drinking, dumbass.’

‘Oh, just beer.’ He opens his hand a little to show the brand.

Yaku raises his brow and nods. ‘Sure you haven’t had too much or…’ He follows where Kuroo’s eye-line was before. ‘You just pining over the girl you’ve had a heart eyes for since highschool?’

‘Shut up.’ Kuroo says, kicking his leg. ‘I was just thinking about getting a top up.’

‘Oh is that what the kids are calling it these days? She gets on top and does all the work while you–’

‘Oi, would you shut up?’ Kuroo goes to kick him again but Yaku dodges and retaliates by kicking him in the shin.

‘Would you stop kicking me?’ He sighs.

‘I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine.’

‘Wouldn’t be so salty if you didn’t deserve it, tch.’ Yaku takes a sip from his cup. ‘Seriously though, just tell her you love her already, sheesh.’

‘Who does Kuroo love?’ Comes a sing-song voice.

‘Kame just in time!’ Yaku smirks, gesturing for her to come from the doorway.

‘Oh, fun is this about Ayame?’

Yaku snorts. ‘Could it be about anyone else?’

‘Mm, Kenma?’

‘Nah, that’s old news, a passing crush.’

‘Excuse me!’ Kuroo interjects. ‘I am here you know? While you two graciously analyse my life.’

‘We know!’ Kame smirks, patting his head. ‘It’s fun too.’

‘Yeah, I’ve actually missed this.’ Yaku says more to the room than them.

Kuroo watches as he swirls his cup in his hands. He and Kame swap a glance and he shrugs.

‘Well, then I have an idea,’ Kame begins pushing Kuroo forward. ‘Why doesn’t Kuroo go over there and show us just how NOT in love he is while Yaku tells me all about Russia.’

‘Oh, now there’s an idea.’ Yaku agrees, giving Kuroo a whack on the back, shoving him even further forward. ‘How about you accompany me to the bar set up over here and get a drink with me?’

‘Why thank you, sir.’

Kuroo looks back at them with a glare, watching Yaku lead Kame by the hand to the bar. He wants to yell something at them but he knows it will be met with something at his expense back. They have too much on him. Both of them.

Kame is Ayame’s twin and blood or not, that girl knows how to torture him should he ask for it. That’s not something he’s willing to test.

With a sigh Kuroo heads for the kitchen seeking out the presence he craves the most.

Coming up behind Ayame he wraps his arms around her core and plants his face on her shoulder. Rumours be damned he wants this right now. She’s cool and soothing and he wants to touch her.

‘Now, which tall man would dare hold me from behind in my own kitchen?’ Ayame muses leaning back into his touch.

‘Your sister is bullying me.’ Kuroo says, turning to bury his face in the safety of her neck. ‘Yaku too.’ He whispers against her smooth skin.

Yeah this is nice.

‘Ah, Kuroo of course.’ She chuckles and he can feel the vibrations run into his body. ‘What did you do?’ She asks, turning her head towards his, cheek purposefully brushing against his face.

God he wants to press closer.

‘Hey! Who says I did anything?’ He squeezes her closer, prompting her to run her hands over his, their fingers interlocking. ‘I was over there minding my own business, thank you very much.’

‘Mmm, a likely story.’ Her lips move against his cheek with each word. ‘Do you need me to go over there and teach them a lesson?’

‘Yes, please protect me with your fearsome presence.’

Kuroo turns a little, ghosting his lips over her neck as they sit on his words for a second.

The two of them are snickering a second later as the words sink in.

‘You’re a loser.’ Ayame says, turning fully in his arms.

‘Oh, yeah?’ Kuroo replies, pulling her in by the waist. ‘What does that make you?’

She hums thinking about it. ‘Someone who sometimes sleeps with a loser?’

Kuroo lets out a dramatic gasp. ‘You wound me!’ His grip on her tightens as he leans back feigning hurt. ‘I can’t believe you are so mean!’ There’s still a wide smirk on his face despite his dramatics.

Ayame’s laughing, her hands coming to his chest as they stumble around the kitchen a little. Neither of them care about their surroundings. The party guests long forgotten. Most are too drunk or distracted to care anyway.

‘Aw, I’m sorry.’ Ayame says, cupping Kuroo’s face, still letting bursts of laughter slip through. ‘Want me to make it up to you?’

His brows raise at that. Now this is an interesting proposition.

‘Oh? How are you going to make up for such a painful slight?’

‘Want to go upstairs and I’ll blow you?’ She says seriously with the addition of a sultry brow wiggle.

Now Kuroo thinks he has died and gone to heaven. He almost considers shoving his fist in his mouth to suppress the groan that wants to creep out. She is going to be the death of him.

Fuck, he loves her.

‘Yep.’ He says as casually as possible, noticing his voice has gone a little high. ‘I think that’s, yep, let’s do that.’

‘Easy there.’ Ayame strokes his cheeks a little, an effort surely meant to calm him down but all he can think about now is her touch. How he wants more.

She seems to notice too.

Ayame smirks and takes him by the hand and makes a break for the stairs. It’s when they’re halfway up, hearing the way their footfalls echo in their foyer that Kuroo is thoroughly aware of how hot his cheeks are burning. How hot his body is. It just seems to burn for her.

The anticipation is killing him. He needs her now.

The second they’re up the top of the stairs he’s pulling Ayame to him, taking her into a deep kiss. She kisses him back immediately, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt. He almost stumbles when they reach the door of her room.

‘Easy.’ She says, breaking the kiss. ‘I’ve got this, don't worry.’

There’s that reassuring smile across those perfect lips. Kuroo can’t take his eyes off them as he follows her into the room in a daze. He’s already on cloud nine and they’ve barely kissed.

God, he’s probably a little hard already but he’s so tingly and worked up he can’t bear to look down.

‘Wanna go sit on the bed?’ Ayame says shutting the door behind them.

He’s been in this room a thousand times before. The fact he knows his way around gives him both pride but also a craving for something more. He wants them to be something more. Right now though they need to take care of something else. That’s what they came here for after all.

Kuroo wanders over to the edge of the bed and sits down. From there he watches Ayame take her shirt off so she stands there in her bra, which is one of her more fancy ones; black and lacey. He tickles himself with the idea that perhaps she wore it for him.

She isn’t sleeping with anyone else, right?

Then reminding himself who Ayame is, perhaps it’s simply for herself.

Kuroo feels a bit foolish trying to monumentalise himself in her life but he can’t help it. She’s so important to him that he just can’t help but crave for it to be the same way in reverse. God, please let it be so.

‘Hey.’ Ayame taps his leg from below. ‘You good there, or you overthinking your life away?’

It’s only now Kuroo realises that she is already on her knees in front of him. That she has seen right through him, down to the overthinking mess that is his mind. Man, he loves her. Why can’t she just know that and make it all okay?

‘I’m good.’ He says, forcing a smile. ‘Want a kiss first, though, if that’s okay?’

‘Of course.’

Ayame reaches up and pulls him down into a long drawn out kiss. When she goes to pull away Kuroo gently clasps the back of her head and pulls her back in. His mouth opens with purpose against her’s. Tongue slipping in and running in a smooth, drawn out rhythm. He knows he’s getting emotional. He can’t stop it.

Finally, Kuroo breaks the kiss and lets her go.

‘Okay,’ he says, voice hoarse, ‘I’m good.’

Ayame nods, a little dazed as she comes back down.

Then her hands are on his thighs, slowly sliding their way up as Kuroo releases a shaky exhale. She slides one hand over his bulge—shit, he was already a little hard and sensitive too—and she rubs him in hard drawn out motions.

Fuck—she knows just how he likes it.

Kuroo lets out soft whines as he leans back a little. He could happily stay up there and forget about the party. He’s already forgetting.

Ayame moves to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Kuroo raises his hips a little as she shimmies them down, leaving his briefs up for now. Ah, so it’s going to be a bit of teasing first. He can work with that if he needs—

‘Ah— shiiit.’ Kuroo hunches forward.

Once again, Ayame’s palm pushes down hard against his shaft through the fabric of his briefs creating a maddening friction. He’s feeling extra sensitive from the build of anticipation. His head is already spinning. God, he’s not sure how long he is going to last at this rate. He doesn’t want to say that though because then she might edge him more and he really wants to cum.

‘Yeahhhh–’ Kuroo urges, feeling Ayame’s ministrations lighten and quicken against the fabric of his briefs. ‘That’s mm, good.’

Ayame continues that lighter pressure, grazing her fingers over the head of his cock and gathering the fabric there over where the pre-cum seems to be building. It causes Kuroo to shudder. Between her hand and the fabric it’s tantalising.

‘Look at you falling apart and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.’ Ayame says, pushing her hand down hard against his cock.

Kuroo groans. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ He squeezes his eyes closed suppressing a shudder.

‘What’s wrong, you want me to stop?’

Ayame softens the pressure and speed.

Kuroo furiously shakes his head. ‘Don’t stop.’

‘You want me to use my mouth though, right?’ Ayame gives him a hard squeeze for emphasis.

‘Fuuuck.’ Kuroo quickly sits up, breathing heavily. ‘Ayame.’ He chastises, pouting. ‘Stop being a tease and blow me like you said you would.’

She smiles wide, like she’s having the time of her life.

‘You want me to beg? I’ll beg, I don’t care.’ Kuroo grips the blankets hard. ‘Please suck my dick, I’m begging you to stop drawing it out, I’m going crazy.’

Ayame lets go of him altogether.

‘Well, since you asked so nicely.’ She stands up and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. ‘I guess I’ll have to now, won’t I?’

Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief, watching her return to her knees and help him slide his briefs down out of the way.

The cool air on his cock is a welcome sensation compared to the teasing beneath the confines of his briefs. Although he normally would let her do what she wished for hours, something about tonight is different. He’s got this new found sense of desperation. He needs to feel her. It’s like he’ll combust if he doesn’t.

Ayame’s taking him into her mouth before he can think another thought. He gasps falling back onto his arms. The wet heat of her mouth is all consuming. It’s too good and he almost cums right then and there as she takes all of him. He has to reach one hand out and into her hair to ground himself. To keep from going over the edge.

She hums as she pulls back, the vibrations running over his cock. It’s maddening. She’s licking a broad stroke up beneath his shaft all the way to the head. Kuroo squeezes his eyes closed as she works the head. It’s all too much as she takes him in again.

Yeah he’s definitely not going to last.

Between his feelings and the fact Ayame gives the best head ever, he’s a goner.

Kuroo lets himself give in to the moment. He lets go of her hair and collapses back against the bed. He can’t even think straight. His whole body is on fire, tingling as the heat builds inside, threatening to push him over the edge each time she takes him in full.

‘S-so good babe, so good.’ He’s a babbling mess and can’t stop the words spilling out of him. ‘Don’t stop. F-fuck. You’re so good. You’re s-so hot, mmm feel so good. Mmm, Ayame.’

He’s cumming hard. Fisting the sheets in an attempt to ground himself. It’s absolute bliss in this moment as he forgets that they are only friends with benefits and nothing more. He’s wrapped up in the fact he’s just had the best blowjob and he got it from the woman he loves.

Ayame rides him through it. Swallowing all of his cum and cleans him up. That sight alone, as she pushes her hair out the way and pops off his cock, could make Kuroo cum all over again.

‘Come here.’ He says, voice hoarse as he reaches out a hand to her.

She takes it. Kuroo drags her on top of him, pulling her into a hot, messy kiss. He doesn’t care that he just came in her mouth. He doesn’t care that they still haven’t talked about furthering their relationship. He just wants her.

‘You wanna fuck?’ Ayame asks, hands running down his chest.

Kuroo nods, pulling her against him.

‘So yeah, it’s pretty interesting there but putting up with Lev is a whole other story.’ Yaku says, placing his drink on the counter. ‘But you know volleyball stuff is the same old. I’m sure the same could be said for half the people in this place.’ He gestures around the party.

Kame chuckles. ‘You mean volleyball players actually pursue volleyball in their lives, who’d have thunk?’ She twirls her empty cup between her fingers.

Yaku smiles. ‘You know what I’m saying. I just mean I’m sure you don’t want to just talk about that all night. I know I don’t.’

‘Oh, you didn’t hear? I live and breathe volleyball now.’

‘Really?’

‘No.’ She shakes her head with a snort. ‘I’m still a swimmer at heart, sorry. Doesn’t mean I don’t like it though.’

‘Oh, of course, how else would you have been able to survive here all these years?’ Yaku playfully nudges her shoulder.

‘Exactly!’ Kame nudges him back. ‘But it is a little bit of an exchange. I listen to the volleyball rants, they listen to me coo about turtles and swimming things. Win-win, really.’

‘I can think of worse things to listen to.’ There’s a pause as he frowns, like he’s thinking over something. ‘Hey, speaking of swimming, you still compete right?’

‘Yup, you’re looking at an olympic competitor, my friend.’ She gives him a finger gun gesture that turns into her poking his shoulder.

‘Right! Duh.’ He smacks his head. ‘I knew that. In a: I totally don’t stalk and keep track of you sort of way.’

That makes Kame laugh hard.

‘Of course, of course.’ She smiles against the palm of her hand. ‘Same here but I totally do stalk you.’ She winks at him.

There’s a pregnant pause.

‘Okay, I know you’re joking but it doesn’t help that your nickname has wildcard in it!’ Yaku brings his hand to his chest. ‘You always have me going!’

Kame chuckles. ‘That’s the idea.’ She leans in close. ‘You never know when I’m going to strike.’

‘God, I thought Ayame was something.’ Yaku smiles, shaking his head.

At her mention, Yaku automatically looks to the kitchen, finding Ayame is no longer there and there’s no sign of Kuroo either.

‘Speaking of your sister, where is she?’ Yaku asks.

‘Hm?’ Kame turns back to the kitchen too. ‘Huh, guess they’re off not being in love somewhere.’ She turns back with a smirk.

‘They went upstairs.’ Bokuto says placing a martini shaker in front of them with a warm smile. ‘I saw them head up there a while ago holding hands.’

‘Pfft.’ Yaku can’t contain himself. ‘I guess Kuroo can’t even act like he’s not in love when there’s a party going on.’

‘I knew there was still something going on between them.’ Bokuto says, picking up the martini shaker and shaking it with two hands.

‘Aw you know too?’ Kame asks, leaning against the bar.

‘Of course, they’ve been hooking up since university when Kuroo lived with me, remember?’ Bokuto gestures the shaker toward them. ‘Drink?’

‘Oh, yes please!’

Yaku just nods. ‘It seems everyone on the planet knows Kuroo loves her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew too. He should just fess up like I said.’

‘Mmm would you?’ Kame asks, pulling away from sipping her drink.

‘What just because it’s Ayame?’ Yaku asks, taking his drink from Bokuto.

‘She’s scary hot but nice so I don’t see what the big deal is.’

‘Pfft it’s not that it's the history they have too.’

Yaku thinks about it and takes a sip from his drink. ‘Well, maybe if we all have some liquid courage, who knows what the night will bring?’

‘Why not.’ Kame agrees, cheersing her drink with his.

Kuroo and Ayame lie there, limbs wrapped around each other entirely fucked out. Their bodies are sweaty and panting.

Ayame presses a kiss to Kuroo’s chest.

He doesn’t have the energy to reciprocate so he runs his fingers down her back, lightly tracing patterns. Her skin is so smooth and addicting. Truthfully he wants to go a few more rounds. He’s not sure he has the energy though.

There’s the familiar clunk of footfalls coming up the stairs. They seem heavier than usual. Like they’re hurried and uneven. Then there’s more heavy thuds. And a loud almost clutter against the wall.

‘What the hell is going on out there?’ Ayame asks, moving to sit up.

‘Noooo.’ Kuroo protests, reaching out to her. ‘Come back!’

She’s already standing with the sheet wrapped around her.

‘Pfft, I’ve got to make sure no one is dying or destroying my house, hang on.’ She starts to move away.

‘No, don’t go please!’ Kuroo sits up. ‘Let them do it. I’ll pay for the damage.’

She snorts. ‘Don’t be a baby and come with me if you want.’

Kuroo huffs and climbs out of bed spinning around in search of his briefs. When he finds them he remembers the pre-cum conundrum and throws them off to the side. He quickly hurries over to the draw he happens to keep spare clothes in. Totally just a friend with benefits thing to do, have clothes there.

‘Hurry up!’ Ayame whispers by the door.

Kuroo quickly scrambles to get his briefs on, tripping onto the bed in the process.

‘Fucking, shit, fuck.’ He says, scrambling back up. ‘I’m coming.’

He meets her by the door which she steadily cracks open.

‘Oh shit.’ She says covering her smiling face with her hand.

‘What?’ He asks, pushing over her to peer through. ‘Oh shit!’

He sees it immediately.

Yaku and Kame are making out against the guest room door. And quite enthusiastically too.

Kame is against the door, her leg wrapped around Yaku’s core, sliding it up and down in an attempt to bring him closer. Yaku is pushing against her, one hand flat against the wall to steady them. The other is both holding and kneading her thigh, occasionally moving it up to cup her ass. And their kissing is intense, each pushing like their lives depended on it with such passion and intensity.

‘Well, well I never thought those two were going to give us a show.’ Ayame whispers up to Kuroo.

‘You know if this was the other way around they’d never let us live this down.’ Kuroo says, snorting as he watches Yaku kiss down Kame’s neck.

‘You? Definitely not.’ Ayame bites back a laugh. ‘I think he just grabbed her boob. Who knew Yaku was a tits guy?’

I did. Kuroo thinks. Remembering the times Yaku had made that clear with his crush on Ayame back in highschool. Luckily he has moved well beyond that. Well, right onto her sister it seems.

‘I am not letting them get away with this.’ Kuroo decides.

‘Oh? So are you just going to march right on out there and tell them you see them?’

‘What? No, I’m not that kind of guy, gosh.’

‘Then what?’

‘I’ll just wait here until Yaku comes out of the guest room in the morning.’ He gestures to the door. ‘I’m assuming that’s their destination and you can’t get downstairs without passing this room so guess who will be waiting for him.’ Kuroo smiles very smugly.

‘God, Kuroo. You can’t just let them have their fun?’

‘No way they always tease me!’

‘About what?’

‘About…’ Oh shit he is really caught out here. About us obviously but he can’t really broach that subject yet. ‘Just…about everything, okay.’ He finally says with a pout.

‘Alright, whatever you want to do.’ Ayame relents, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. ‘It’s probably time to stop peeping and go to bed for now though.’

‘Right.’

Kuroo turns to join Ayame, entirely caught off guard by the sweet gesture.

Kame’s arms wrap around Yaku pulling him closer. His cologne fills her senses as her hands slide up into his hair giving it a little tug. It makes him moan into the kiss. She’s sure he’s hard but she doesn’t want to move yet. The wall is keeping her upright. Her legs are a little shaky.

‘God.’ Yaku says, kissing down her neck and across her chest. ‘You’re so hot.’

‘Yeah.’ She says, pulling him back by the hair and looking him in the eye. ‘I know.’

He smirks and kisses her again, playfully nipping at her lips while groping her ass at the same time.

Then she’s pushing him away. ‘Hang on.’ Her eyes scan the hall. ‘I know it’s here somewhe—there!’ She shuffles away to the hall table where a bowl sits and grabs it before returning to a panting, dishevelled Yaku.

‘What’s that?’ He asks squinting a little, like it is a puzzle he needs to solve.

‘Three guesses what.’ She says scooping the packeted contents out of the bowl and throwing them over his head, letting them rain over like confetti.

Yaku looks down to see them clear as day. Condom and lube packets of various kinds laid out at his feet. He can’t contain his laughter at 1. Ayame has this in her house for guests and 2. Kame just knows exactly where they are. He can’t complain though. Safe sex is what he needs right now.

Yaku takes a handful of the supplies in his hand and mimics Kame’s motion, throwing them over their heads.

A wide smile crosses her lips.

‘Condoms!’ She exclaims, twirling around in the rain down. ‘Woo!’

Yaku can’t even begin to describe the bizarre nature of this moment but he’s glad he’s there with Kame. Right now he wants her more than he’s wanted anyone in his life. And honestly, he can finally understand Kuroo a little now. He wants to keep this moment all to himself.

‘Come on,’ he says, taking her hand, ‘let’s go in.’

She takes his hand and together they head into the guestroom and away from prying eyes with the condom bowl. They’re sure to leave a couple on the floor. They don’t want the other guests to go without.

Ayame wakes up early to find Kuroo has dragged one of the arm chairs directly in front of the door and propped it open with the stopper. He’s drinking a coffee and reading the paper in said chair while looking up every now and again. It’s like he’s afraid he’s going to miss something.

‘Morning.’ Ayame says, sitting up with narrowing eyes.

‘Good morning.’ Kuroo says, a little too chipper. ‘Want some coffee?’

‘I’m good thanks.’ She reaches out to pet her cat Miso who is sleeping peacefully on the bed next to her. ‘Whatcha doing over there?’

‘Oh, me? Just enjoying the morning.’

‘I can see that. Would you perhaps be waiting for Yaku to emerge from the guest bedroom?

‘Oh right! That!’ Kuroo fakes forgetfulness and badly. ‘They did that last night, didn't they?’

‘Kuroo.’

‘Alright! Yes, I’m waiting!’

Ayame sighs, rubbing her eyes. ‘So, no sign of either of them yet huh?’

‘Not a peep.’

‘How long have you been awake for?’

‘Since about 5am.’

‘Kuroo, what the fuck!’

‘What? I couldn’t sleep! What do you want from me?’

‘Nothing.’ Ayame sighs again, sliding her legs over the side of the bed and walking over to him. ‘I think I’ll have some coffee after all.’

‘Good, I brought up the milk you like.’ Kuroo starts pouring her a cup, eyes still flicking in the direction of the door.

‘He’s not a ninja who is going to sneak past while you pour coffee.’

‘Right, right. Just keep an eye for me would you?’

‘Yeah whatever.’ She runs a hand through his hair which he pushes back into. ‘Nothing yet, commander.’

‘Oh commander, huh? I like that.’

‘Is that so, commander?’

‘Yeah, here’s your coffee, Ms.Subordinate.’

Ayame takes the coffee, eyebrows raised. ‘Mm I don’t care for that one.’

‘No? I’ll work on it.’

Then there’s a click, the sound of the door opening and Kuroo jumps to his feet rushing over to the open doorway.

‘HA, I caught you!’ He says before even reaching the entrance.

‘Oh, really?’ Comes a voice that is definitely not Yaku. ‘And what did you catch me doing?

Ayame snorts, recognising the voice. ‘Hey Kame.’ She walks over to the doorway. ‘Don’t mind him, he's had too much coffee and was waiting for Yaku.’

‘Goddamnit.’ Kuroo groans, smacking his forehead. ‘So close.’

‘So did you enjoy your night?’ Ayame asks, taking a quick sip of her coffee before adding, ‘Oh and I expect that bowl to be put back.’

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― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 [ 4 ]

title: love at first bloody nose

warnings: language, violence, sexual content, heavy use of ocs, dark and heavy content (dead dove, do not eat), angst, reverse harem

love interests: black leg sanji, kuroo tetsuro, terushima yuji, miya atsumu, tomoe (oc)

Gin shifts in bed, groaning at the nonstop noise of her phones notifications going off. Turning on her side, she tugs the pillow over her head and curls into herself, legs tight to her frame. The continuous noise of her phone going off was starting to irritate her.

"Who's messaging you on a Saturday this early?"

The voice next to her makes her let out a sleepy moan, feeling him turn in bed and wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her leg over his hip. Gin couldn't help but lazily place her hand on the top of his head and gently pet his hair. The feeling of his lips grazing her chest sent a small chill up her spine, causing a small grin to form on her lips.

"Someone's blowing up the group chat for no reason," she mutters softly, trying to relax again and fall back asleep. "Just ignore it, Yuuji."

"If you say so," he responds, nestling himself between her supple breasts and licking a stripe between them.

Gin was never the type of girl to hold long-term relationships, let alone trust anyone with her true self. But when it came to Yuuji Terushima, she'd only allow him to see a deeper side of her that other's weren't allowed to see. Helping her out through heartbreaks, saving her from sticky situations, and even being emotional support for her.

Despite being childish and energetic, Gin never had a disliking to Terushima like she did with other people. Over the years of knowing him, she developed a fondness for him, despite knowing he was a bit of a flirt. She knew it wasn't love; it was lust over everything. She trusted him more than most of the guy friends she has, and he never left her side.

Their torturous game of Cat and Mouse was fun for them. It kept Terushima on his toes and kept Gin from feeling some kind of relief in never desiring an official relationship without the problems. Luckily their little charade was never picked up by any of their friends.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

"Son of a bitch...," Gin muttered before turning slightly, feeling his arms let go of her to let her pull away.

Feeling his fingers dabble on her stomach, she slaps his hand away from her with a light laugh. She unlocked her phone and opened up her group chat ready to start typing to shut them up. But when she skimmed through the messages, her heart dropped in her chest with her eyes went wide. Looking at the time gave her a sudden jolt, tearing herself away from Terushima and jumping out of his bed.

Eyes going wide, Terushima sits up on his elbows, watching Gin run around his room gathering her things while trying to text on her phone. Panic written in her eyes and movements, making him slightly concerned over the matter. He didn’t think she’d have a shift at the bathhouse today, but she could have been called in.

Before he could open his mouth to ask her what was wrong, Gin looked over at him, tugging up her jeans from the previous night. “Drop me off at the Family Mart by my house!” She nearly screamed at him with urgency in her voice, then dove back to trying to find her shirt. “I-I forgot I have to be at this game for the volleyball team! Ugh! I hate everything!”

Terushima couldn’t help but laugh at her distress, seeing her frantically trying to get dressed. He was slightly surprised seeing her going through her overnight bag and quickly brushing her hair up in a high ponytail. She came prepared, but just for the dick appointment?

“Where’s the game at?” Terushima asked, getting out of his bed and walking towards his bathroom to quickly clean himself up. “I can just-”

“Don’t finish that sentence!” She snapped at him before he could finish it. She walked over to him with furrowed brows, lips formed into a slight frown. “No one can know that we’re sleeping together. Just drop me off at the Family Mart, they’ll pick me up there.”

At her domineering tone, he couldn’t help but laugh in amusement despite the small sharp pain in his heart. “And she starts demanding favors from me; I’m flattered.” He retorts in a smug voice as he sees her face contouring from panic to anger.

“Yuuji, I fucking swear you won’t be fucking anything for the rest of your life.” She threatens snappily, his hand going to pat the top of her head.

“Fine, fine, I’ll take you. You owe me though.” He responds coolly with a smile. When the look of relief washes over her, he grinned the moment she turned her back. “Use that tone with me again, I’ll make sure you won’t be getting off at all.”

When he shut the bathroom door, Gin felt her cheeks grow warm. Growling in irritation, she glared back at the door before texting her group chat again to let them know she’ll be there. Silently hoping Terushima wouldn’t take his sweet ass time to clean himself up to just drop her off.

Her relationship with Yuuji Terushima is something she wanted to keep just between them. No strings, no drama, just time to get their sexual desires out of their system until the next time.

As if Lady Luck was on their side, Zanpakuto made it to the gym that their game was organized at just the right time. Quickly everyone got off the bus and was sent to the locker rooms to go change into their jerseys and uniforms. The guys obeyed what Gin ordered them to do from changing quickly to warming up and finishing up with a smidge of practice without question.

Gin sat back on the bench with her notebook in hand, letting out a sigh as she relaxed a bit. At least with the Psychology club, she was able to catch a break over the weekends and have her time to herself, switching to the volleyball club became a hard transition. She didn’t want to wake up early in the morning, she didn’t want to stay late at school later than needed before needing to go to work.

But a small price to pay to help out her friends with their club and beloved sport.

Once the game was set in play, Gin set her gaze on her team and analyzed each of their movements. Subtly taking down the needed notes of where improvements were needed and what was working for them. At some point, she caught herself getting immersed in their game, her gaze turning to their opposing team.

Grand Line’s team didn’t seem to take their game seriously, seeming to play the game just for fun rather than trying to win despite their ace and setter shouting at their captain to take the game seriously. But by the looks of their libero, he kept making heavy eye contact with Katakuri with every chance ball made or every save.

As much as Gin knew little about Katakuri through Jezebel, their rivalry was interesting. It couldn’t be their height difference, this had to run deeper than just that.

With the first set, Zanpakuto had the game in the bag by 25:23 and broke them into a small break before switching sides. Gin couldn’t help but look over at the other team handing out water bottles and towels to the guys. They talked amongst themselves as well taking their quick break of drinking water and patting off their sweat with their towels, she couldn’t help but watch them.

They all looked so lively and in sync with each other, despite seeing the green-haired male snapping at the blond male every so often before the redhead female on their team barked at them to knock it off. Their captain seemed so childish, seeing him hop around as if he still had the energy to still be hyper.

She had to admit, he was slightly reminding her of a certain male in her life. Volleyball was just a game with no real goal as long as there is fun in the game.

“What are you staring at, Gin?” Tomoe’s voice fell next to her, having her glance up at him quickly before looking back at the other team. His yellowish-green eyes followed to where she was looking before grinning, “Grand Line is quite the team, aren’t they?”

“They have no definitive motives or set pattern, they’re erratic like Johzenji,” Gin noted, watching the other team interact and even laugh amongst themselves. “Despite their ace and number 3 are rivals, they work well together. Their libero is flexible with fast reflexes, which alone makes him a dangerous opponent. Their numbers 5 and 8 sure don’t get along either but they know how to work as a team when it calls to it. Strange team.”

Tomoe nodded his head, “I’m intrigued by their thought process. Being able to jump from nine points to twenty-three so effortlessly.” His voice drops a couple of octaves with an almost sinister gleam in his yellow-green eyes and his lips curling into a grin. “The fear of losing could be their downfall as well as their adrenaline inducer. I can’t wait to see how everything goes.”

At the sound of the whistle being blown by one of the refs, each team set down their towels and water bottles before heading back onto the court. Gin collected their towels and water bottles as they ran off to the court, setting down the sweat-filled towels on the bench and taking the water bottles to get refilled. Quickly running off to the sidelines to go do just that, hauling the heavy bag with her to make it a quicker trip.

Knowing that Junzo can take the notes that were needed for their gameplay whilst she was briefly gone, Gin had a little ease on her time limit. Filling each water bottle with ice water with haste, she couldn’t help but look back at their game. Her eyes follow the ball and watch each player doing whatever they could to keep the ball from touching the ground. The squeaking of the shoes against the waxed gym floors started to grow on her.

Hearing the guys’ shouting echo across the gymnasium with the lingo of the sport steadily made sense to her. Although, it did sound the same to her followed by defeated groans and excited cheers from the players. Glancing back at the game again, it amazed her how serious the guys were about the sport, the solid passion or drive to just win. That’s all it ever came down to was for them to win.

Returning to Zanpakuto’s bench with the filled bottles, Gin set back down the case before hopping back on the bench to watch the game.

After watching several rounds go by, Gin had the sudden urge to use the restroom. Quietly excusing herself to run to the restroom, she ran off the sides to find the nearest bathroom and to get back as soon as possible. She wasn’t even sure if this was allowed, but neither their coach nor teacher advisor seemed to care.

The ball came fast towards Zanpakuto’s side of the net, Katakuri waiting to give Dagger and Seifer the signal to jump to block the ball. Watching Grand Line’s number 5 spike the ball with a cross-shot, Katakuri was fast to block the ball straight down. The ball slammed against the court floor with Grand Line’s number 11 diving to save it but was a second too late.

Giving Zanpakuto another point led them to serve the next round. Tomoe silently pinpointed where he wanted the ball to go as he spun the ball between his hands, mentally configuring what type of serve to give that would grant them their next point. At the sound of the referee’s whistle, he tossed the ball in the air before giving himself a running start to run and then jump.

Number 3 of the Grand Line quickly took notice of the other players of Zanpakuto covering the back of their heads as their Ace served the ball. But before he could warn his other teammates, his feet moved faster trying to save the ball. The ball slammed hard against number 3’s face, hard enough to throw him out of bounds.

The sudden silence of the game had Gin running back to the court in fear that she missed something important. But when coming back, she saw one of Grand Line’s players get slammed off the court by one of Tomoe’s sinister serves. Feeling her gasp get caught in her throat, her body raced towards the player as a minor timeout struck the moment he slammed into the floor and didn’t immediately jump back.

Number 3 groaned in pain after a few moments of the initial shock washed over him, his eyes slowly opened to see an unfamiliar beautiful face looking down at him with a worried expression. She held a towel in her hand, blood staining the baby blue towelette that didn’t belong to her. She wasn’t Nami or Robin who came to check on him, she was Zanpakuto’s manager- That thought alone made his breath get caught in his throat and his cheeks redden.

“Are you okay? Tomoe’s serves aren’t entirely safe to be blocking with your face.” Gin’s voice was rather emotionless with faint hints of concern written in, her eyebrows knitted together with her lips slightly turned into a frown.

Number 3’s nose starts to gush out more blood, his eyes staring up at her, speechless, and just nods his head in silence. She helped him sit up before pressing her towelette over his nose and having him hold his head down. Her touch was gentle when he reached his hand up to take over holding the towel to his nose, their fingers brushed as she retracted her hand from him. Her skin was soft as if her hand never tarnished from handy work.

At the sound of footsteps running towards them, Gin stands up with him looking up at her with an awestruck gaze. Her squinted eyes stared down at him with a subtle gentle look with her lips forming into a line.

“Keep your head down so the blood can flow out and you won’t choke on it.” She says in an almost sweet tone but still stony from emotion. He watched her turn on her heel to trot back over to her team’s side of the court.

Holding her towel to his face made his heartbeat skip a beat with an indescribable feeling forming in his stomach. He couldn’t stop staring at her, watching her walk up to their Ace and snap at him before going back to the bench. With the sound of his name being called, he looked over to see his managers, teacher advisor, and coach run up to him. They asked him the same question that Zanpakuto’s manager asked him.

As much as he didn’t care about his current state and needed to go back to their game, he begrudgingly went with his manager to the first aid to check on his nose. Walking off with Robin leading him out of the gym with his head down, he couldn’t help but look back at the manager of Zanpakuto. He wanted to know who she was and why she helped him despite being on the other team.

After the match with Zanpakuto winning in the end, both teams went out of the gym to a meal prepared for both teams to celebrate their good work in the courtyard. Both the teachers and coaches congratulated each other with Grand Line's teacher announcing the meal was for all of them, giving credit to their number three. When they were dismissed, everyone raced over to the tables that were neatly laid out for them.

The managers of both teams helped out the guys get their plates and utensils before getting their food. Everything worked out fantastic with the teams starting to mingle amongst themselves and the managers coming together.

Sanji stood with Luffy and Law near one of the barbecue grills, a cherry red lollipop hung out of his mouth with his ocean blue eyes trailing off to the other side of the courtyard. A small smile curled at his lips, only partially listening to Luffy’s story he was telling to mainly just Law.

Ever since the manager of Zanpukto helped him out, he couldn’t help but want to talk to her. Although she looked aloof and wanted nothing to do with people from afar, she seemed pretty passionate about her team. He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to her, she didn’t do anything but she just seemed intriguing as if she was a mystery.

“Sanji-ya, who are you staring at?”

Sanji turned his head letting out a soft ‘hm’ as if she wasn’t staring off. His ocean blue eyes shone in semi-interest towards his male friend, expressing his attention was on him now. Law stared at the blond with an expressionless gaze and his eyebrow rose.

“What?” The feigning innocence in Sanji’s voice caused Law to roll his eyes.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Luffy asked with cheeks stuffed with meat, holding a fork of meat already close to his mouth. His onyx eyes shifted from Sanji to the manager of Zanpakuto who sat on a chair with the other manager of their team and Katakuri. “She seems fun! She let me take the last piece of meat!”

“You still need to give back her hand towel,” Law mentioned, watching Sanji visibly shudder in his spot as if he was nervous.

Sanji turned to look at the pair, “I can’t give her back the bloodied towel!” Sanji exclaimed with his curled eyebrows knitting upwards. “It’s filthy! A lady shouldn’t take back a dirtied token!”

“She’s not a princess, Sanji-ya.” Law clicked his tongue in slight annoyance, his eyes then shifting to Luffy. “Isn’t your brother dating her sister?”

Luffy shrugged his shoulders, “I stay out of my brothers’ relationships when I can.” He almost sounded uncharacteristic, causing the other two to look back at him in shock. He looked back at his friends, smiling and then laughing, "I'm kidding! Ace is dating the head lady of the Baba Yaga Bath House. I dunno if they're related."

"They look alike," Law deadpanned, blinking his golden eyes at Luffy with his lips turned to a slight frown. He looked back at Sanji, “Just go talk to her. You never had a problem talking to girls before.”

Sanji shook his head, “What do I even say to her without her finding me as the guy that bled on her towel?”

“Just pretend she’s Nami or Robin,” Law answered simply with a slight shrug of his shoulders before biting into his onigiri.

Before Sanji could back out again, Luffy laughed as he shoved him in the direction of Zanpakuto’s manager. Sanji stumbled forward with his arms flailing and trying to skip to a stop but ended up hopping to the middle of the courtyard. He stood up straight, looking around quickly before straightening himself up and approaching the manager.

Law had a point; How hard is it for him to talk to females?

Walking up to Gin, Sanji was ready to properly introduce himself but momentarily froze at the sight of Katakuri standing next to Gin’s seat and Junzo on her other side. Junzo was the first to take notice of Sanji’s presence, stepping aside taking notice he wanted to talk to Gin. In mid-conversation, Katakuri’s eyes shifted to the side before narrowing down on the blond male approaching them. This caused Gin to look away from the middle blocker to the front of her to see Sanji.

Gin turned her head with her cheeks filled with her food, her sights focusing on Sanji. Swallowing her food, she wiped her mouth with her napkin and setting her legs back to the ground. Her cheeks warmed when her eyes met his, seeing his faint blush forming on his cheeks.

“Oh hey,” Gin was the first to break the silent stare, her eyes averting away from his. “How's your nose?”

Sanji nervously laughed with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s better! Thank you for helping me out before our managers could get to me.” He smiled, his other hand going into the pocket of his gym shorts. He looked down at her, his eyes moving down to her empty plate. “How did you like the food?”

Gin waved off her friends with a grin forming on her lips. “It was delicious! Everything was seasoned so heavenly, the meat juicy, everything was so flavorful!” She beamed happily as she leaned slightly forward in her chair. “My compliments to the chef~”

“You’re too kind, Mademoiselle,” He sheepishly laughed with his smile growing, his heart beating faster in his chest. “I’m Sanji by the way.”

“Gin,” She responded before standing up to get more food. “You’re a fantastic chef, Sanji! I can’t wait to eat more of your food!”

Before she could walk away, Sanji’s shy and bashful demeanor immediately flipped. “I can get more for you! It won’t be any problem, and you’re probably parched too.” He offered in a gentlemanly manner, holding his hand out to take her plate from her.

Looking down at his offering hand and then back up at his eyes, Gin felt her heart grow warm. As she was used to Tomoe being chivalrous towards her but from Sanji, it felt different and gentle. She couldn’t tell whether she liked it or loved it in a sadistic manner. Sanji seemed nice anyways, and if he was willing to get her more food, she wouldn’t mind it.

“Will you?” He nodded, “Thank you. More meat please and light ice on the drink.” She sheepishly handed him her plate with her gaze averting away from him.

Sanji motioned her to sit back down before walking off with her plate humming. There was almost a bounce in his walk as he went towards the grills to fetch her more meat, a smile curling at his lips with his heart racing in his chest. Excited to be serving a pretty girl food and getting the chance to talk to her.

From his other teammates, they watched Sanji yet again be bossed around by another girl. But of course, Sanji doesn’t mind it at all. Women always came first for him and he’ll do anything to get an appraisal from them, or even a chance to maybe get noticed by them. Nami couldn’t help but sigh upon seeing Sanji’s puppy-like state, swearing that if he had a tail, he’d be wagging it.

Throughout the rest of the cookout, Sanji sat with Gin and talked to her. As she was listening to one of Sanji’s stories about one of their games with Johzenji, her phone started to buzz in her jacket pocket. While letting him know she was still listening and that she needed to check her phone for work, he happily continued.

Upon unlocking her phone, she saw she had several messages from Terushima and a few followed by the Miya twins. There was a singular message from her sister letting her know the game plan for when she comes into work that night. Gin let out a sigh before typing back a quick response to the twins and then looking back at Sanji with her full attention on him.

But soon their time together had to come to an end when both teacher advisors and coaches told both teams it was time to leave. While helping to clean up, Gin had given Sanji her number before going off to stay with her team. But before Sanji could attempt to ask her out on something to date, Tomoe and Anzai appeared on either side of her and tossed a threatening glare back toward the spiker.

Later on that night, Gin was now at the token counter at Baba Yaga’s with a bored look in her eyes. It was one of the slower nights at the bathhouse, giving her time to finish up homework and study for a bit. It was enough to keep her busy in between guests and distract her from wandering over to the front to talk to Jezebel who worked at the reception desk.

But that was only if she had something to keep her busy.

Before their late-night activities, Gin finished up her homework with Terushima and even did a quick pop quiz. The perks of having an intelligent best friend that acted like a horny frat boy, lucky her. So she didn’t have any school work to do; let alone, she left her stuff over at his place due to being late.

Behind the counter, Gin wasn’t allowed to be on her phone. Rarely ever had the chance to check her phone due to guests always coming up asking for bath tokens or help to find their rooms. But tonight, it was painfully slow with the exception of the Miya Twins being in the bathhouse. But shockingly, they even left her alone.

That night Jezebel wasn’t scheduled to work, so she was really bored and alone.

Leaning on the desk, Gin let out a sigh before dropping her head and letting her ponytail fall over her shoulder. She could go bother the twins if she wanted to but she wasn’t sure if they were in the baths, hot springs, or in their room. But at the same time, she didn’t want Atsumu to start jumping to conclusions and to start thinking she was into them.

Just before she could entirely leave her post to take a “bathroom” break, Gin’s phone vibrated a few times on her side of the desk. Leaning back and sitting down in the swivel chair, she looked down at her phone to the lock screen of Grimmjow lighting up with text notifications popped up. Leaning up slightly to look around, she pulled herself into the desk in the chair before picking up her phone.

She knew she shouldn’t look at her phone, but she was dying of boredom.

#imagine #the psych manager #black leg sanji #kuroo tetsuro #miya atsumu #one piece smau #one piece x haikyuu #haikyuu oc #terushima yuuji

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annieoncrack · 2 years

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For You

- “for yourself and for me.”

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x oc

genre: friends-to-lovers

summary: Ashikaga Yua was the manager of the Nekoma High Boys’ Volleyball Club. Being a former player, Yua had a lot of experience and understanding of the sport making her the perfect fit for the team. Slowly Yua realises that she was also a perfect fit for Kuroo Tetsurou.

a/n: so i originally wrote this fic on wattpad but idk why i like the vibes of tumblr more so i shall start posting it here. im EXTREMELY new to tumblr and even tumblr ff so please leave any sort criticism or suggestions!

#haikyuu #nekoma #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq #angst #hq kuroo #kuroo fluff #friends to lovers #brothers best friend #x oc #hq kenma #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction

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passerine-writes · 2 years

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Symbols - Intro

There are a few things I would like to preface before starting this book.

1) All rights to the Haikyuu characters belong to Haruichi Furudate

2) This is a slow burn so if you’re not in for the long run this might not be for you

3) The posts will be irregular and I apologize in advance

4) This will involve a polyamorous relationship and fruity themes

5) There will be themes pertaining to self harm and each chapter will be marked appropriately

AND FINALLY

6) I highly encourage any sort of feedback but I will not accept any blatant homophobia or discrimination, if you don’t like it then simply don’t read it

Masterlist

#haikyuu #koutarou bokuto #bokuto #kenma #kozume kenma #akaashi #keiji akaashi #Kuroo #tetsuro kuroo #bokuakakuroken #lgbt #polyamourous #soulmate au #koutarou #kozume #keiji #tetsurou #series #x oc

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storiitells · 8 months

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Nekoma's Manager Jackpot

An episodic Haikyuu Series by Storii Tells

Pairing: Kuroo X Oc (Kylie White)

Each Episode stands on its own as a kind of One Shot. Thou, if you squint, you may see a timeline and some connections.

Episodes 🐾 Preview and OC introduction 🐾 Training camp 🐾 Annoyance

I'm open to any kind of ideas to this Series, or if you just want to talk to me :) I don't bite

#kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu #haikyuu x oc #kuroo testuro #kuroo x oc #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsuro x oc #nekoma #Nekoma #nekoma manager #Haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#haikyuu oc #haikyuu manager #haikyu manager #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu masterlist #hq kuroo

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jennifer-jeong · 2 months

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[Fluff + Comfort] [Various x Reader] Warm Tea and Hugs

CONTENTS

Gender neutral reader, reader is ugly crying, shared home, hugs, kisses, comfort, fluff, established relationship, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTES

Pick your favorite character and read! The wording might not perfectly fit all characters I’ve listed so I apologize for making anyone too OC. Also feel free to pick a character I didn’t list! This fic is for you and your personal comfort :) Also! If you’re reading and you’re feeling down, I hope this is able to help even if just a little bit. Just know you are indeed doing great and you’re not alone. Please take care of yourselves! Mwah.

ITADORI YUJI, OKKOTSU YUTA, TOGE INUMAKI (SEE NOTE 1 at the bottom), Gojo Satoru, KAVEH, KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, THOMA, KAEYA, CHILDE, VENTI, Tighnari, Xiao, Kamisato Ayato, MARIUS VON HAGEN, LUKE PEARCE, RAFAYEL, Xavier, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kuroo Tetsuro, SABITO, AMAJIKI TAMAKI, NITORI AIICHIROU, HEARTSTEAL APHELIOS (SEE NOTE 2), Heartsteel Ezreal, SHXTOU (vtuber Shoto), Howl, OR any babygirl man <3

Word Count: 996

You weren’t unfamiliar with the current feeling you were having but it still sucked nonetheless. You’ve been having a bad day, week, month, basically it’s just been sucky. One of your preferred ways of coping was just to cry, sometimes with your sad playlist to get it flowing. Basically, let it all out with a good cry and hope it gets better. You were fine to cry alone, if anything it was better that no one had to see you like this. You could ugly cry all you wanted and not have to be perceived. But both fortunately and unfortunately your boyfriend came home a few hours early. He was supposed to be out for work until early tomorrow morning but he wanted to see you and surprise you by coming the night before, albeit late at night. He called out your name happily to locate you within your shared home. You trust him so when you heard him you didn’t feel the need to hide or pretend you weren’t crying. You called out his name to signal you were in your room and immediately he could tell something was off. Your voice was hoarse and cracked and so he quickly put down his stuff to speed walk over to you. When he opened the door and saw you crying he immediately rushed to you to envelop you in a hug. “Baby what’s wrong?” he said with a slight pout and concern in his eyes. He loved you so much and just wanted to make you smile and happy, he knew that emotions were normal and that having a good cry is good, he even does it himself sometimes heh. But he hates to see you cry, it breaks his heart a bit. He ushers you to the bed so you can both sit and hug comfortably. You tell him that it’s just been a lot and you rant a bit about your troubles. You don’t say a lot but he doesn’t need to hear the details to know how you feel and how to comfort you. “I’m so sorry darling. Listen, I love you so much and I’m sorry you have to go through this right now. I wish I could take this all away for you and maybe I can’t but I know that I can try my hardest to try and help. You’re such a sweetheart and a gentle soul and you deserve the world.” He gives you forehead kisses as he wipes your tears with a tissue he grabbed from your table. He hugs you tight as you ugly cry a little from his words. “You’re doing amazing, darling. You’re always doing your best and I hope you never forget that. You’ve told me so much about you and your past and I hope you know how strong you are.” He strokes your hair and your back as he says this. You feel his heartbeat, his body, and the vibrations of his voice against you as he speaks. “Let it out, we’ll get you a snack, and we’ll sleep, you can deal with whatever else tomorrow. For tonight please just rest, you always work so hard.” You pull back to give him a small nod. He smiles at how cute you are even while crying and gives you a long, reassuring kiss. He cups your face with his hands and wipes your tears a bit with his thumbs. You both pull back and you croak out “I’m sorry that you had to come back just to worry about me and comfort me.” “You always take such good care of me, this is the least I can do. Let me know how else I can help support you. If you need more hugs, kisses, reassurance, or anything at all, just tell me. Okay?” He says warmly, smiling at you with soft adoration in his eyes. You nod again as tears flow out because he’s treating you so sweetly. “Thank you… I love you so much and I appreciate you,” you say, half crying, as you kiss him. “No need to thank me baby. I love you so much too.” You sit with your foreheads pressed together for a bit as you finish crying. “Let’s get you a snack sweetheart,” he says while standing up and offering you his hand. You nod and smile.

He holds your hand all the way to the kitchen and it makes you giggle and your heart flutter. He makes you both cups of your favorite tea but decaf because you need to sleep! He grabs you some of your shared collection of snacks and you head back to the bed. You finish your tea together while chatting about his recent work/mission and you both feel warm from the tea and also just from each other. You put down your cups and lay down to cuddle. He turns the lights off and wraps his arms around you. He lays on his back to let you sleep on his chest with one arm around you and the free one brushing through your hair. “I love you so much. Never forget that. I hope that you also love yourself as much as I love you because you deserve it. If you can’t right now, that’s okay, we’ll do it together, slowly.” You share a few more kisses as you tell him you love him too, that you’ll definitely try, and that you hope he loves himself like that too. Your hearts are full as you drift into sleep together. Maybe the future will be nice, but even if it isn’t, it doesn’t matter. You’ll always have him and he’ll always have you. He’s given you the power to love yourself and you’ve given the same back. Life will inevitably get hard but you feel like that you might just be able to face it because you’re not alone. You both doze off into the night, smiling in each other's embrace.

NOTES (YES I KNOW THEY CAN’T TALK LOL HERE ARE MY EXPLANATIONS) NOTE 1: personal headcanon that will be in Inumaki’s own fic eventually: Inumaki learned to not funnel cursed energy into his speech for short periods of time and he uses it for when you really need to hear his voice, you can also help him suppress the cursed energy by blocking it with yours by mentally aiming it at his throat. NOTE 2: since this is for heartsteel Aphelios (because I haven’t researched regular Aphelios’s lore enough yet) it seems that he can still talk, he just chooses not to. He lost his ability to sing but I haven’t found anything that says he can’t speak or use his vocal chords. In game, he still has the ability to yell or grunt when he’s attacking or even doing his emotes. I just headcanon that he doesn’t like how his voice sounds after losing his singing voice (even though you reassure him he really does sound the same) and it also strains him to speak for too long. But, he will speak to you commonly in short bursts, or will speak when you need to hear him.

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spencerrxids · 2 years

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moonlight series masterlist

you don’t get it. I’m OBSESSED with editing scenes from my fanfics. editing the eventual angst between akari and oikawa is so satisfying.

fake subs btw

#haikyuu #oikawa tooru x oc #oikawa tooru x fem!reader #kuroo tetsuro x oc #kuroo tetsuro x reader #oikawa tooru #kuroo tetsuro #oikawa tooru x reader #moonlight by spencerrxids #spencerrxids

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shingo-naizuke · 10 months

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•~•My Masterlist WIP•~•

•°Ikemen vampire°•

Arthur Conan doyle

Vincent Van Gogh

Theodorus Van Gogh

Napoleon Bonaparte

Leonardo Da Vinci

Isaac Newton

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Jean d'Arc

Le Comte

'The cruel Prince'

Cardan Greenbriar

-*Shatter me*-

Kenji Kishimoto

Aaron Warner

○Bsd○

▪︎Armed Detective agency▪︎

Dazai Osamu

Ranpo Edogawa

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

¤Port Mafia▪︎

Chuuya Nakahara

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

♧Decay of Angel♤

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

•~Hunting Dogs~•

Jono Saigiko

Tetcho Suehiro

♥︎Guild♠︎

Edgar Alan Poe

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

{Haikyuu}

~•°Karasuno°•~

Tsukishima Kei

Tobio Kageyama

Hinata Shoyo

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Koshi Sugawara

Yuu Nishinoya

●Aoba Johsai○

Toru Oikawa

Akira Kunimi

¤Nekoma¤

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Tetsuro Kuroo

☆Fukurodani☆

Kotaro Bokuto

Kenji Akaashi

◇Shiratorizawa◇

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Tsutomu Goshiki

Eita Semi

Satori Tendo

♧Inarizaki♧

Shinsuke Kita

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

■Genshin■

Scaramouche

Diluc

Kaeya

Venti

Tighnari

Kaveh

Heizou

Baizhu

Childe

-~•°Honkai star rail°•~-

Blade

Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

Gepard

Sampo Koski

Loucha

Welt

Arlan

Genre i write

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

What I don't write

Rape

Yandere tendencies (I will write it sometimes, but to my liking, I won't write yandere tendencies like non-consensual or things like that)

Smut with minors (all characters will be grown up)

Kinks like pissing or vomiting

Torture

Character x character

Oc x character

Toxic relationships

Requests are open :)

English in not my first language so, sorry for any mistake

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roleplayfinder · 1 month

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Hello! Please call me Nexus or Niran,also I am 20+ and looking for a roleplay partner who is 20+ I am looking for a multifandom roleplay but currently I am itching for some HAZBIN HOTEL,HAIKYUU,BUNGO: STRAY DOGS AND DESCENDANTS more, though if you aren’t interested in HAZBIN HOTEL. I do have a list of Fandoms that I am in below.Also I am sorry to inform everyone but I do not do CANON X CANON I ONLY DO OCXCANON AND OCXOC. I couldn’t stress this enough cause there had been people who had often come to me and ask for a canonxcanon roleplay. I have no triggers and I am also fine with NSFW content as long as we make out boundaries known and my rp partner is of legal age and also the characters as well. I am fine with wlw,mlm,wlm.Before I forget I am 19+ and is looking for someone either the same age or older, before anything else I also do double ups in ocxcanon and of course in oc x oc.

FANDOMS: ( this is listed alphabetically and love interest are ranked from most to least )

Bungo: Stray Dogs:Kunikida Doppo

Descendants: Evie, but can do OcxOc as well

Haikyuu: Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Ukai Keishin, Bokuto Kotaro

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi

Seraph of the End: Guren Ichinose, Kimizuki Shiho, Crowley

Genshin Impact: Zhongli, Xianyun, Itto, Kokomi, Eula, Al Haitham, Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma, Yelan, Ganyu, Lisa, Layla, Jean, Kaveh

Honkai: Star Rail: Jing Yuan, Gepard, Serval, Dan Heng

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor

Love and Deepspace: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel

Original Roleplay ( animated faceclaims)I have a couple of storyline we can choose.

EXTRA NOTES:

I roleplay in discord and if interested please send me a message

#twenty and over #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin hotel rp #haikyuu #haikyuu roleplay #haikyuu rp #bungo: stray dogs #bungo: stray dogs roleplay #bungo: stray dogs rp #descendants #jjk #seraph of the end #genshin impact #honkai: star rail

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rpersearch · 1 month

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FANDOMS: ( this is listed alphabetically and love interest are ranked from most to least )

Bungo: Stray Dogs:Kunikida Doppo

Descendants: Evie, but can do OcxOc as well

Haikyuu: Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Ukai Keishin, Bokuto Kotaro

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi

Seraph of the End: Guren Ichinose, Kimizuki Shiho, Crowley

Genshin Impact: Zhongli, Xianyun, Itto, Kokomi, Eula, Al Haitham, Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma, Yelan, Ganyu, Lisa, Layla, Jean, Kaveh

Honkai: Star Rail: Jing Yuan, Gepard, Serval, Dan Heng

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor

Love and Deepspace: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel

Original Roleplay ( animated faceclaims)I have a couple of storyline we can choose.

EXTRA NOTES:

I roleplay in discord and if interested please send me a message

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nexus-niran · 2 months

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FANDOMS: ( this is listed alphabetically and love interest are ranked from most to least )

Bungo: Stray Dogs:Kunikida Doppo

Demigods: Paired with your OC

Descendants: Evie, but can do OcxOc as well

Haikyuu: Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Ukai Keishin, Bokuto Kotaro

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi

Seraph of the End: Guren Ichinose, Kimizuki Shiho, Crowley

Genshin Impact: Zhongli, Xianyun, Itto, Kokomi, Eula, Al Haitham, Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma, Yelan, Ganyu, Lisa, Layla, Jean, Kaveh

Honkai: Star Rail: Jing Yuan, Gepard, Serval, Dan Heng

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor

Love and Deepspace: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel

Narnia ( watched the movies and read book 1 to book 4 ) : Peter Pevensie, Caspian, Edmund Pevensie

Original Roleplay ( animated faceclaims)I have a couple of storyline we can choose.

EXTRA NOTES:

I roleplay in discord and if interested please send me a message

#roleplay #ocxcanon #hazbin hotel rp #jjk rp #bungo stray dogs rp #haikyuu rp #seraph of the end rp #genshin impact rp #origina roleplay #love and deepspace rp #lad rp #honkai star rail rp #hsr rp #descendants rp #narnia rp #ocxoc rp

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allfandoms-writings · 9 months

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― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 [ 7 ]

title: i swear, it wasn't what it looked like

warnings: language, violence, sexual themes and references, heavy use of oc's, dark and heavy content (dead dove, do not eat), angst, reverse harem, this is a fucking long one folks

love interests: terushima yuuji, black leg sanji, kuroo tetsuro, miya atsumu, tomoe (oc)

"Good morning, Tomoe!"

"Good morning, ladies!"

"Good morning, Student Prez!"

"Good morning!"

Kuroo Tomoe is Zanpakuto's student council president, popular with the female student body, admired by most of the males, and rather close with the faculty. A natural charismatic and charming personality made it quick for him to blend into the school, despite having socialite parents that are CEOs of a big-time conglomerate company. Being skillful in various martial arts and highly intelligent made Tomoe a dangerous young man.

But as for the student body of Zanpakuto, everyone adored and admired him.

Walking down the vast halls of Zanpakuto Academy, Tomoe smiled at his classmates as he made his way to the Student Council room. On his way heading to the room, Junzo met by his side with a clipboard held close to her chest. Light banter struck the two of them, leading some of the other students to leave them to their duties.

As part of their morning duties, they were to make their rounds around the academy to check up on each morning club. Noting off each of the clubs’ progress and making sure none of the students were failing their classes, they’d have to leave the club until their grades showed improvement. But ever since Tomoe and Junzo became the President and Vice President of the student council, more of the student body were more willing to join clubs. That brought down the infamy of the academy for their gifted yet troublesome kids.

Of course, Tomoe wanted to change that during his first year.

“Aye-yo, Mista President!”

Junzo raised an eyebrow at the sound of a fellow student calling Tomoe, her teal eyes side-long looking before turning to look over her shoulder. A male student with eyebrows furrowed and teeth bared into a frown approached them, his hands balled into fists with his footsteps getting faster. Tomoe stopped his steps in his stride at the vibrations on the floor upon hearing the student’s stomping feet.

But when it came to turning the norm around to something admirable and honorable, there were always the extra rebels around.

“I thought I told ya to stay away from my girl!”

The moment the student charged Tomoe’s back, Junzo quickly tossed up her clipboard and got in front of Tomoe. The student council president was smooth to catch the clipboard with a smirk curling at the corners of his lips, the sound of a pained grunt followed by a heavy thud elicited a chuckle from him. The sounds of gasps and ‘ooh’s left the on-looking students’ mouths, Tomoe turning on his heel to see Junzo pinning the male student to the ground with her knee on his back and his arm being held back and in the air.

Junzo dead-stared down at the male student with disdain swirling in her teal hues, her lips subtly frowning. The male student hissed in pain as she lifted his arm back further, the side of his head being held down to the floor by her hand. Not giving him the chance to look up at the student council president and vice president.

Tomoe crouched down as he sheepishly looked back at his friend, “Junzo, we talked about being gentler with rowdy ones.” He tutted with a sigh before looking down at the male student. “They always come back for more, unfortunately.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She half-professionally apologized, purposely jerking his arm back more before letting some weight off his head.

The student glared up at Tomoe with hatred in his eyes, “Fuck you, Kuroo! I’m gonna fucking kill ya!” He spat with a growl, making Tomoe chuckle with a grin.

“I’d like to see you try.” Tomoe challenged in amusement, his yellowish-green eyes glimmering in a near-sadistic manner but his voice remained eerily calm. “Now whom is this ‘girl’ you speak of? I don’t recall you ever being with a lovely girl before.”

Scattered laughter surrounded them, a crowd started to form to watch the heads of the student council tag team on a delinquent. Junzo stayed firm on her hold as Tomoe did the talking for them. It wasn’t every day that Tomoe got into something to fight with another student, and when he did, he’d always make sure to end them fast.

“Himemiko Hanajima!” The male student spoke out with a scowl, despite his face being squished into the floor, he still tried to force himself to glare up at Tomoe. “You were the one who made her fucking leave me! You’re the fucker that made her leave me by fucking her!”

Tomoe’s eyebrows rose with a scoff leaving his lips. “That’s a bold claim, but with what proof?” he taunted before leaning down closer, his piercing eyes glowering down at the male student. “Maybe she didn’t want to be with scum like you! A lovely little lady such as Himemiko shouldn’t be with a miscreant such as yourself! And blaming me at what cost? A boost of self-confidence that you don’t possess?”

As Tomoe started to laugh, the student started to feel a bit fearful at the cheerful look in his eyes. Swallowing down his nerves, the student tried to muster up a comeback but fell flat. He already made a fool of himself for having a girl restrain him with ease, now he has a good chunk of the student body laughing at him for Tomoe’s words.

Looking over the railing of the stairs, Gin stood between Aiden and Jezebel with an intrigued yet irritated look on her features as she watched the commotion going on below them. Seeing Junzo restrain another poor excuse of a ‘bad boy’ who is weakly accusing Tomoe of something such as stealing their girlfriend was an uncommon occurrence.

Tomoe’s charisma and natural pretty boy charm made the girls swoon.

“What even is this school anymore?” Aiden rhetorically asked with a sigh leaving her lips, her eyes bored yet silently interested in the drama below them. “I kinda miss the group fights that’d happen between classes; now all we get is Tomoe and Junzo embarrassing kids between classes.”

“It’s funny though!” Jezebel laughed out loud, her yellow-hazel eyes shining in amusement with the thrill of a female topping a guy making her excited. “Junzo is a woman I aspire to be!”

Gin turned her head to deadpan stare at her tall crimson-haired friend, “And be Tomoe’s servant while you’re at it?” She questioned sarcastically with a quirked eyebrow.

Jezebel snapped her head to stare down at Gin with knitted brows, “Only for Katachin!”

At the sound of students cheering on Tomoe, Aiden’s eyes moved to Gin and then back down to see Tomoe now holding up the kid by the collar of his shirt. The way his eyes glowed in a sadistic manner and the wicked grin formed on his lips. By the looks of the commotion, it wasn’t going to stop by the kid still spewing insults at the student president.

This is why their school may have gifted students, but they’re all delinquents.

After a couple more minutes, Gin pushed herself off the railing and stepped back to start walking down the stairs. “Okay, time to intervene.” She sighed. "Text Katachiin to meet me at the Janitor's closet near the student council room in around 8 minutes."

"Why?" Jezebel called out, her phone in hand ready to text the tall middle blocker.

"He'll know when you mention Tomoe in the mix!" Gin responded before her voice drowned in the sea of the other students' voices.

Making her way into the crowd, Gin hopped around to see what was going on in the center. Her short height made it difficult to look over the sea of tall people, but soon she was able to find herself close enough to see Tomoe and the kid glaring back at each other as he spewed out classy insults. She hated how Tomoe could go from a humble popular kid to a pompous trust fund kid in a blink of an eye.

Looking around the crowd, her scarlet eyes landed on a group of girls that stared at the fight concerned. Shuffling her way over, she tapped on one of the girl’s shoulders and gained their attention. Waving her hand for them to come closer, they leaned closer to her to hear her utter something about Tomoe. They jolted up with their eyes narrowing down on the boy who started the fight with their beloved student council president.

“Prince Tomoe!”

Just like rabid dogs, the girls charged after the boy who dared to challenge Tomoe. Gin couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the girls surrounding the poor unfortunate soul like a pack of raptors. Shaking her head, she was fast to weasel into the center of the group of students, grabbing Tomoe’s wrist and running off with him.

From haughtily laughing at the kid, Tomoe’s demeanor immediately changed the moment Gin grabbed his wrist and dragged him down the halls with her. His heart lurched inside his chest at the sudden whiplash of her making sharp turns through the winding halls of the academy. But he couldn’t help but admire the ropes her long black hair whipping behind her with each turn.

For someone so short in stature, Gin was fast on her feet.

At the sounds of students chasing after them, Tomoe’s mind started to wander off with a smile forming on his face. It was almost like Romeo and Juliet; the secret lovers running off from their families to share their love in secrecy. But this time around, it was them against the school- mainly just his massive fan club chasing after them at the sight of another female that isn’t Junzo touching him.

He could hear Gin’s laughter in his head like a melody, her rare smile showing with the sunset behind them. The sunset glistens over the ocean waves, her hand holding his as they prance around the beach.

But that lovely daydream was ripped violently away from him as Gin quickly shoved him inside a janitor’s closet, she squeezed the two of them inside and quickly shut the door behind them. Tomoe’s cheeks burned with his yellowish-green eyes widening, his heart skipping a beat at the feeling of her body being pressed up against his. The janitor’s closet was already a small place that barely could fit one person, but having two squished inside made him feel weird.

Let alone be the girl he’s been in love with since she snapped at his mother to defend him.

“G-Gin, I-” Before he could speak anymore, Gin’s hand cupped over his mouth with her glare towards the door.

The distant sounds of students shouting and heavy footsteps ran past them, some assuming the closet but others declaring it was a stupid assumption. Staying silent until Gin deemed that the coast was clear, she slowly removed her hand from his mouth. Tomoe reached his hand up to turn on the light, his cheeks flushed to have Gin this close to him and looking up at him.

Her eyes were steady on him, unbeknownst to their current predicament due to getting him out of his situation that could jeopardize his role as Student Council President. Her body pressed against his with her hands resting on his chest, it was already a risky position for the two of them.

Although Gin dragging Tomoe away from trouble wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.

“I went overboard again, didn’t I?” Tomoe sheepishly asked with his gaze averting away from hers, his hand going to itch the side of his jaw with an embarrassed smile tugging at his lips.

“More like proving further you’re a self-entitled trust fund kid.” Gin retorted with a light huff leaving her lips. Hearing his grunt in slight pain made her grin. “Mommy and Daddy aren’t going to be happy if they hear their only son is causing trouble at school again~” She teased.

He grimaced at her tease, his embarrassed and flushed expression falling. “Stop it with them.”

“Then quit picking fights with low lives like that poor kid that got dumped!” She scolded with an amused expression on her features, her mischievous grin curling her lips. “We still want to keep that pretty boy mature image, right?”

Slumping his shoulders, he let out a sigh and nodded his head. “Yes. But my reputation isn’t because my parents want me to be like that.” He clarified to then earn a nod from her. “I choose to be classy.”

“Okay, we get it, Black Prince,” She tossed her head back in annoyance but then slammed it against a gallon of bleach. “Ow!”

Yelping at the slight pain, she let out at the slight pain with her hands shooting up to hold the back of her head. Tomoe held her head onto his chest with a hand over hers, letting out a soft chuckle as he rubbed soothing circles over her hands.

“Are you okay, My Dear?” He asked her in a hushed voice, his eyes gazing down at her with slight concern and gentleness.

Nodding her head against his chest, she answered. “I would rather drink the bleach than have it attack me.”

Eyes widening, Tomoe’s eyebrows knitted upwards with his arms wrapping around her. “Don’t say that! I’ll make you feel better!” He exclaimed with haste, trying to lean down to hold her closer but then a few brooms and poles fell on him.

When he accidentally pushed her against the other shelves, Gin had several cleaning products fall on them. No matter what position they were trying to put each other in to prevent them from having cleaning supplies falling on them, they still kept bumping into things.

From the other side of the door was Katakuri approaching with Dagger and Anzai behind him. The keys to the janitor’s closet were being tossed up in his hand as he walked, his magenta eyes holding a stoic glare but then they slightly widen at the sight of the door shaking. The sounds of things crashing and metal clanking were soon followed by two voices, and the door shook more viciously. Before Katakuri could step up to the door to put in the key, the hardwood door fell through with Tomoe falling on top of Gin.

With a loud slam, the pair winced at the sound and the impact of the door falling off its hinges from their rummaging in the closet. Tomoe’s hand caressed the back of Gin’s head to take the impact of her head slamming against the door. Buckets, brooms, the mop, and various cleaning supplies fell out of the closet with the bottles rolling onto the floor.

Dagger’s dual-colored eyes widened, and his once composed self grew a dark aura around him with his eyes narrowing down at the male on the floor. Anzai’s hand was already rolling up his sleeves with barred teeth, a dark chuckle leaving past his gritted teeth at the sight. Before either male could attack the student president on top of their friend, Tomoe quickly sat up with Gin getting up on her elbows and waving her hand around.

“Hold your fire! Hold your fire!” Gin pleaded with urgency in her voice and eyebrows slightly knitted together.

“It wasn’t what it looks like!” Tomoe exclaimed with his eyes shining in nervous sincerity, a sheepish smile forming on his lips.

Katakuri rose an eyebrow, holding out his arm to hold back Anzai. “I’m sure it wasn’t, but you left a mess to clean.” He said in a rather calm tone, his scarf obscuring his scowl from the pair on the floor. “The both of you are cleaning this up. You’re paying for the expenses too for the repairs.”

“What?!” Gin pushed Tomoe off of her and spun onto her knees looking up with an incredulous look. “It was an accident! Tomoe’s rabid Fanclub was chasing him so I pulled him into the closet! Everything then-”

“I’ll pay for everything,” Tomoe spoke up as he stood up, he ran his hand through his tousled hair to smooth it out. “It only makes sense since I was part of the commotion.” He looked over at the three males with a genuine smile.

Anzai stopped trying to jump around Katakuri’s arm, his indigo eyes glowering down at Tomoe. He tensed at the feeling of a hand being placed on his shoulder. When he turned Dagger shook his head with a serious gaze in his eyes. Anzai shook his hand off his shoulder and looked down at Gin and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re helping him clean this too, brat.” He states with an irritated glare in his piercing eyes, “I’ll write you both hall passes to be late to class but I better not be catching you both macking on each other.”

Gin’s neck and ears turned to a tinted red at his accusation while Tomoe’s cheeks blushed pink before waving his hand around dismissively. As Anzai was quickly scribbling down quick hall passes for the pair, Gin grumbled as she got up and dusted off her skirt. When he handed them the passes, she gave him a harsh glare as she snatched them from his hand and shoved them in the pocket of her skirt.

When the three boys walked off at the sound of the school bell ringing to indicate class had started, Gin and Tomoe worked fast to clean up their mess. While helping her clean up the spilled cleaning supplies, Tomoe was mostly on the phone with his nanny to explain why he needed to transfer money to the school. But while he was on the phone, Gin couldn’t help but stare at him the entire time.

Although they were similar in family issues, Gin couldn’t help but envy Tomoe’s wealth and it boggled her mind how he was humble. He could’ve paid someone to clean up this mess through his parent’s connections but chose to own up to the mess and clean it up himself.

The moment Gin met Tomoe, she immediately felt inferior to him and even grew a strong disliking for him. She was well-off when it came to financial issues, but she always had strong hate towards rich kids for their snobby personalities and god-like complexes. Trust-fund kids always got on her nerves.

Tomoe did get on her nerves, but more in trying to become her friend type of way.

It took her a while to warm up to him and see that he wasn’t as bad as the other trust-fund kids at their school. He was helpful, intelligent, and caring, and went against almost every stereotype of a rich kid, besides trying to stay in his parents’ graces. Let alone he helped out the school once becoming their student council president with his childhood friend, Junzo.

She’d be lying if she said she never fell for his charm. Gin was too prideful to admit to having feelings toward him and chose to suppress them as much as she could. But with each passing day, Tomoe made it harder by being outwardly affectionate and charming towards her.

After school came the club’s practice, their group at the gym, watching the boys play, and trying out different methods. Gin often sat on the bench alongside their teacher advisor and coach, taking minor notes of where the guys needed to work. Junzo would come in every so often to check up on Gin’s progress on being their manager, still teaching her the terminology of volleyball and how volleyball works.

For Gin, all sports were the same men running around going after a ball. Seemingly the only sports that made sense to her were baseball, skateboarding, and BMX biking. Volleyball wasn’t one of them— but she liked the shorts on the guys better than the basketball shorts that Jezebel swoons over. The guys’ volleyball shorts, were shorter, slightly tighter, and showed off their assets.

Soon, when the practice came to an end, Gin was one of the first people out of the locker rooms and trying to find a ride to work. Unfortunately for her, Terushima, her trusty ride was invited to go to a mixer and was now on the other side of the city. Groaning in irritation with her anxiety building up from thinking she was going to be late for work, she started texting another possible ride without noticing the presence of a classmate walking up to her from behind.

“Ace, I swear to God if you don’t pick up the phone, I’m going to delete Fire Force off the TV.” Gin growled into her phone as she continued hearing the ringing through the phone. “I can offer you a ride, Gin."

Turning at the sound of the other voice, Gin's eyebrows rose to see Tomoe walk up to her with a towel on his head. His hand still rubbed out the water in his hair from his shower, although standing a couple of feet away from him, she was able to smell his body wash. Her cheeks tinted pink before turning away and going back to her phone.

This is Portgas D. Ace! Sorry, I can’t get to the phone right now, I’m busy doing some stuff, or I fell asleep again. Haha! You know what to do.’

Growling at the voicemail message, Gin grumbled before ending the call and setting her phone to her side. Begrudgingly, she turned to face Tomoe again to see him smiling down at her with his yellowish-green eyes shining in the dimming light of the sun setting. Her lips pursed together into a stubborn pout as she crossed her arms under her chest and slouched her shoulders.

“It wouldn’t be a problem, Gin!” Tomoe took a step closer to her, setting the towel over his shoulder. “Baba Yaga’s is down the street from my home, so it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“I don’t want to be a burden… Mommy and Daddy will be angry if you gave a girl a ride to her low-rate job.” She murmured out in a stubborn voice, her eyebrows furrowing together with the tips of her ears turning red. The thought of being in one of Tomoe’s fancy cars alone with him sounded weird to her, especially since him being the richest kid in the city.

He laughed. “Your job isn’t low-rate! Last that I checked, your sister’s onsen is a four-point nine-star onsen!” He assured her and put a hand on her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. When she looked up at him, her heart skipped a beat in her chest as she saw his face grow closer to hers. “And I don’t care what mother and father say; I’ll give my friends rides to work or home whenever I please.”

Clicking her tongue and pulling herself away from him, she turned on her heel. “Well hurry up then. I’m going to be late.”

He smiled with his heart starting to pick up pace in his chest. “Let me get my bag and we can go!”

Once he grabbed his book and gym bag, Tomoe guided her to a black Nissan GT-R that was parked in the student parking lot. Gin’s hands tightened on the strap of her book bag, a breath caught in her throat, her internal crying was reduced to a hushed whimper at the sight of the car. Must be nice to be rich and have any car he desired, knowing that Jinx would love to have a new nice car.

He opened up the passenger side door for her, helping her get in before allowing himself to get in the car. Gin sat in the car with her bookbag in her lap, too scared to touch anything due to the irrational fear that she might break something or ruin the quality of the car. Let alone, she has never been in a car with Tomoe where he’s at the helm.

But the moment she’d think he’s a decent driver, Tomoe started speeding through traffic and weaving in and out of cars. The normal person who is in a car with someone who has never been in a car with someone who drives like a maniac would be holding on for dear life. But Gin? Oh, she’s used to this type of thing since Jinx and Terushima drive similarly, if not the same as Tomoe.

At red lights, Tomoe would glance over at her to see if she was fine but by her stoic expression and her eyes looking out the window, he could only assume she was okay. She didn’t seem to comment on the indie music that he had playing on the stereo. He knows that his driving is rather reckless, but he’s never gotten in a car accident.

“You seem tense.” He broke the ice.

Gin’s ears perked at the sound of his voice, turning slightly to look at him. “Just worried about work… And the assignment for math.” She quipped in a relaxed voice.

“I don’t think you’ll be late,” He responded in a casual tone, his attention turning back onto the road as he drove. “I can help you with the homework if you want.”

There was a moment of silence from Gin as she thought about the offer. Tomoe glanced at her with his fingers tapping on the wheel, her silence making him feel anxious. He wanted to help her with her homework, or he could even let her copy his homework if she wanted to.

“I’ll just have Teru help me when I get home.” She answered with her eyes shifting back to the window. Her eyes travel to a police car driving up in the next lane over through the mirror. “Slow down a bit, there’s a cop on your right.”

He complied with her warning, his eyes shifting slightly to the side to see the police car drive right past him. He let out a breath of relief, glancing down to see he was going ten over the speed limit. She has an eye for the cops, which excited him yet worried him. He knew that Gin was a bit of a troublemaker but not to the point where she had a keen eye for authority figures.

He should’ve known given that she knows Anzai who is ironically their school’s notorious Warden.

“Is Terushima good at math?” He asked, trying to keep a conversation with her. Finding the music was making their atmosphere stiffer.

She nodded her head with a grin twitching at her lips. “Mhm. He may not look like it, but Yuuji is intelligent as hell.” Her voice grew a bit in volume with her eyes shining in pride as she talked about her best friend. “He may act like an idiot, dress like a hipster, and hit on girls left and right, but he can finish a trigonometry test in under fifteen minutes and ace the entire test with flying colors! He’s been my tutor for any type of math for years, so I’m pretty comfortable with him when it comes to helping me with my math homework.”

Hearing a light giggle falling past her lips made his heart warm, but knowing it was not him she was talking about, it stung a little.

“Junzo mentioned that you’ve been best friends since childhood. Was he different then?” He asked with a slight interest in his voice, mostly just to hear Gin talk with joy in her usual monotone voice.

She shrugged. “I can’t really tell, to be entirely honest. When I moved to his elementary school, he kept gravitating toward me no matter what I did to push him away. But after a while, I started to like his excitement and almost puppy-like personality. It countered my introversion and moodiness, so it leveled us out.” Her grin soon turned into a soft smile, her hands holding onto her bookbag a bit tighter.

“He wasn’t scared to parade me around to his friends, he was always there for me. When we got into two different high schools, he still kept in contact with me and made time to spend time with me. Still to this day, he will call me or text me to make sure I’m okay and if I’m eating. A true best friend.”

Tomoe nodded his head, hearing her fondness in her tone as she rambled made him feel… Calm. But there was something else he was feeling but couldn’t put a word on it. He listened to her talk about a story of her and Terushima during one of their late-night adventures. Terushima must be a lucky guy to have someone like Gin so close to him; Tomoe could only wish Gin could see him in the same light as she does with Terushima.

Tomoe drove up to the front of the bathhouse, putting his car in park, and turned to Gin. When she turned to face him, her smile grew warmer with her hands tapping on her book bag. Thanking him for the ride and bidding her goodbye, Gin leaned over to give him a little hug.

“Thanks for listening to me ramble about my idiot best friend. I don’t usually get to do it, so you’re the first person who took an interest! See you tomorrow, Tomoe!”

When she hopped out of his car and ran toward the bathhouse, Tomoe sat his head down on the wheel of his car. His cheeks flushed pure red with his heart pounding against his ribcage, his hands growing sweaty as he held onto the wheel to ground him. That was the first time Gin ever initiated some kind of physical affection to him; he was able to get a good whiff of her coconut shampoo and the subtle hint of her floral perfume.

Gin was going to be the death of him. But at least Tomoe could die happy.

Although Gin wasn’t entirely late to work- having thirty seconds to spare, she felt the worrying weight being lifted off her shoulders. Jinx understood that Gin had trouble getting a ride over, but quickly found one. So she didn’t get any scoldings from her sister and boss.

The first couple of hours into her shift was easy sailing, handing out the bath tokens to groups of men and women who looked like they'd had a tiring day. Being overly polite with a faint smile on her face started to tire her out, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much in the car on the way to her work.

Sitting back in her chair, Gin let out a sigh as she relaxed in her chair with her head falling back to rest on it. She closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath with her legs stretching out to get the blood flowing into her legs again. As much she loved the easy job of bath token duty, it put a strain on her feet— especially if she was barefoot most of the time.

Due to the downtime, she leaned down to grab her book bag and pulled out a notebook with volleyball drawings around the word ‘Manager’. Setting the notebook down on the desk, she placed her book bag back onto the floor before scooting herself in. As much as she hated doing anything relating to manager work, she hated seeing her friends disappointed after a game more.

Reading through her notes of each of the players of the team, she started to jot down a few notes here and there on how they could improve their movements. Knowing that Decim would appreciate the extra set of help for the team, let alone it was the most she could do since she always did her homework during their practices. She knows she should be doing her improvement notes during practice so they can fix what they’re doing wrong then and there, but she needs to be in a quiet place to really think about it.

“Hey, Orihara,”

At the sound of a familiar smooth male voice, Gin stood up with a sly grin forming on her lips as she leaned on the desk. Her eyes fell on a familiar pretty face, watching him approach her desk in a navy blue yukata and his expressionless features softly fading as a soft smile formed on his lips. His short, messy black hair slightly moved as he made his way toward the desk.

“My favorite pretty guest~” Gin cooed with amusement with her head propping onto her palm with her elbow being propped up on the desk. “What can I do for you, Akaashi?”

The male couldn’t help but huff through his nose, his smile growing a bit more at the title she gifted him. Stepping up to the counter, he reached into his yukata and pulled out a golden card before placing it onto the counter. His blue eyes meeting Gin’s closed-looking ones, his smile never faltering.

“A dead sea soak bath, please.” He requested in a casual tone, watching Gin push herself off the counter and taking his card. His eyes fell past the upper part of the desk to the lower part, seeing the open notebook and recognizing a few of the words on the paper. “How’s the volleyball managing going?”

Swiping his card, she let out an exasperated sigh with her shoulders slumping. “Don’t remind me.” She groaned as she leaned her head back a bit before straightening up and tapping on the touch screen of her computer. “Ever since the game with Inarizaki, everyone has been getting stiff. I thought the game with Grand Line would loosen them up a bit, but everyone is still on edge. I’m no good with this sports stuff but they keep insisting I be their manager.”

“Have it ever occurred to them you didn’t want to do it?” He asked with an eyebrow-raising. She shook her head as she handed him back his card, turning her back to him to pick out his bath tokens. “Then why still do it?”

“I have connections to other schools.” She admitted in a slight whine, her upper lip curling in slight annoyance. When she turned around after picking out his bath tokens, she walked back over to the desk and placed them on top of the desk. “I know the Miya twins from Inarizaki, I recently became acquainted with one of the players over at Grand Line, and I know you from Fukurodani.”

“Ah,” His eyes widened a bit, not touching the tokens just yet. “Is that why Zanpakuto recently invited my team to join the summer training camp?”

Gin’s mouth fell open with her eyes widening, awkwardly smiling as she fell speechless. That wasn’t her attention, let alone that was Decim’s and Akira’s decision to invite them. Fukurodani being one of the top schools for volleyball, they were bound to be picked by Zanpakuto.

“I’m kidding.”

Gin released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her heartbeat going back to normal. She knitted her brows upwards with a small smile forming on her lips as a sheepish laugh left her lips.

He then picked up his tokens with his body turning to the left, but his attention was still on her.

“If it calms you down a bit to know; Our coach and teacher are discussing the possibility of it. We’re just waiting on the testing scores to come out to show if we can come or not.” He assured her in his calming and smooth emotionless voice, setting her nerves a bit at ease. His eyes met hers again, the faint smile forming on his lips again. “Truth be told, I’m looking forward to playing against Zanpakuto. Even if it’s just for practice.”

Letting out a breath, she meekly smiled. “Thanks, ‘Kaashi. I’d love to meet your captain too; Bokuto sounds amusing.”

“We’ll see.” He chuckled softly before starting to walk away. “See ya, Orihara.”

Waving him off and wishing him a relaxing bath per routine, Gin sat back in her chair again. Leaning back in it, her eyes moved up to the ceiling as she fell into thought. As much as she’d love to keep helping out her team, the thought of her acquaintances thinking she’s just using them for her school’s benefit made her stomach turn. But then again, it was just high school things that were out of her hands.

Besides, it wasn’t like she asked Terushima if his school wanted to go against Zanpakuto.

If anything, Terushima was the one that wanted to go against them but his coach and teacher felt as if their school wasn’t ready for Zanpakuto. Which made no sense to her since their volleyball team fell off the face of the universe for a couple of years. Still to that day, she didn’t understand why when they had an amazing coach and teacher advisor. It’d be another mystery to her added onto that school.

Just as Gin started to relax in her chair, the sound of hands slamming against the desk had her fall out of her chair. Startling her and her heart jumped in her chest at the sudden loudness.

“Gin! I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call! Blame it on me if your sister scolded you!”

Looking up from the floor, her eyebrows knitted together with a light scoff leaving her lips. Leaning over the desk belting out apologies and figuring out a way to get her out of trouble was her sister’s lovable fiance, Ace. His onyx eyes watering, his lips formed into a frown, his red henley clearly inside-out and backward with the tag hanging out on his neck.

Gin let out a small laugh as she stood up and patted his black hair. “Don’t worry about it, I got here in time.” She assured him in a soft voice, feeling his eyes boring into her as he continued to belt out his apologies.

“I dozed off and I see that it’s two hours from you needing to be here, I’m sorry!” He apologized once more, “Jinx said I need to pick you up from practice to take you to work so I can pick her up for dinner! Do you think she’s mad at me?”

“I don’t know. She seemed to be in a decent mood when I came in.” She shrugged her shoulders, then motioned him to stand up straight then lay on top of the token counter. “By the way, your shirt is on backward and inside-out.”

Ace looked down at his shirt before casually taking it off to fix his issue. “Do you know where she is? I brought over dim-sum!” He asked, his voice slightly muffled by the shirt going over his head.

Gin panicked, and looked around in hopes none of the guests were anywhere in sight, wanting to smack Ace for an impromptu wardrobe mishap and choosing to fix it at her desk. This was a bathhouse and not a damn peep show. The last thing she needs is the older men asking her to ‘help’ them bathe again.

“She should be upstairs in her office,” She answered in a nervous tone, her hands held out slightly as if doing that was going to help shield him away from on-lookers eyes. “Ace, you could’ve just gone to the bathroom to fix your shirt!”

Popping his head from the head hole, he gave her an almost innocent stare. “It’s not like you’ve never seen me shirtless before.” He retorted with a smirk then forming on his lips, “Besides, it isn’t like anyone is around~”

Gin grimaced at his confidence, her sigh shuddering to see his eyes sparkle in confidence. As much she loved and adored her sister’s fiance, there were times she questioned why she picked him out of all the men that ever hit on her. But then again, Ace gets her out of trouble too.

Ace then pulled up a wrapped-up bag and put it on the other side of the desk for her. “I brought you dinner too. I know how cranky you get if you don’t eat, you little gremlin!” He laughs before turning to walk down the right hall to get to the elevator. He waved his hand as he walked around the desk, “See you when you get home, Ginny!”

She sighed with a soft smile forming on her lips at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you for the meal!” She called out to him before he completely disappeared down the hall.

Gin couldn’t honestly wait until he became her brother-in-law, Ace was so thoughtful it made her envy her sister sometimes. Jinx was the lucky one the day she met Ace and they hit it off so quickly, someone who can make her happy without even trying to treat her like the queen she is. Finding someone that compliments her sister so well made Gin ponder if she’d ever find a guy like Ace. Maybe one day, but definitely not right now.

Curiosity piqued her interest, Gin couldn’t help herself but unwrap the dinner Ace had brought her. The moment she opened the bag, the heavenly smell of dim sum made her heart melt and her mouth water. Looking inside the containers, she could’ve sworn she was getting excited just by the sight of the hot food before her. If Jinx doesn’t hurry up and marry Ace, Gin is gonna steal him away if he keeps getting her dim-sum order right and adding in extra orders of it.

Maybe just a few tasting bites wouldn’t get her in trouble for eating at the token desk. As long Jinx doesn’t find out, that is.

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