Cerco quella ragazza che faccia l’amore solo ed esclusivamente con me. Che se ne freghi di Tik Tok e di Instagram, perché ci sono io a leccargliela, mica i reel della gente in cerca di visibilità.
Cerco quella ragazza che faccia quello che dico io. Che mi appartenga nell'anima e nel corpo, che viva solo per il nostro amore, immune alle distrazioni vuote del mondo moderno. Una fanciulla il cui sguardo si perda nei miei occhi, anziché nei freddi schermi illuminati da luci effimere.
Cerco quella ragazza che, nel silenzio delle notti stellate, ascolti solo la melodia del nostro respiro, sincronizzato come un'unica sinfonia di desiderio. Che non abbia bisogno di applausi digitali, perché troverà la sua gloria nell’adorarmi. Che scelga di essere la mia musa, di danzare con me sulle note di una passione eterna, di abbandonarsi a un amore che non conosce confini, in cui ogni tocco è un giuramento di fedeltà. Che faccia delle mie parole il suo vangelo, dei miei desideri il suo credo, che sappia perdersi nelle mie braccia e ritrovarsi, ogni volta, più vicina alla felicità.
Immagino quella ragazza che non abbia timore di abbandonare ogni maschera, di mostrarsi nella sua essenza più pura e vulnerabile, perché sa che nel mio abbraccio troverà rifugio e non giudizio. Cerco una compagna che, con la stessa devozione, mi stringa forte, come se fossi l’unico ancoraggio nel mare in tempesta. Una ragazza che non si perda nei riflessi ingannevoli del mondo, ma che si immerga nella verità del nostro legame, senza esitazioni, senza remore.
Desidero quella donna che non cerchi conferme altrove, ma che sappia che nel nostro amore c’è tutto ciò che le serve, tutto ciò che desidera, tutto ciò che sogna. Che sappia che le nostre anime si sono scelte non per caso, ma per una forza che va oltre il tempo e lo spazio, oltre i banali giochi delle apparenze. Una donna che sappia amare non solo con il corpo, ma con il cuore, con l’anima, con tutto ciò che è, in una comunione di intenti che ci renda inseparabili, invincibili.
Cerco quella ragazza che, nel nostro mondo, costruito solo per noi due, sappia che non esiste altro al di fuori, perché al di fuori non esiste nulla di più reale, di più intenso, di più vero di questo amore che brucia come un fuoco eterno, che illumina la nostra vita con una luce che nessuna tecnologia potrà mai eguagliare.
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Ciao
Ti faccio la richiesta in italiano xké sono più comoda, ma tu fai pure il post in inglese
Puoi fare uno scenario con la reazione degli alzatori (Kageyama, Suga, Oikawa, Kenma e Akaashi) quando la loro ragazza indossa la sua maglia (quella della sua squadra)? Il motivo lo puoi scegliere tu
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Haikyuu!! ~Is that my jersey?~
Manga/anime: Haikyuu!!
Warnings: spoilers from chapter 328 to chapter 337 in Akaashi's part and of Oikawa and Kenma's future
(Y/N): your name
Kageyama is coming back from training in pieces, dragging his feet as he walks, his eyes struggling to stay open and the shoulder on which he rests his bag getting heavier with each step, and still scolding Hinata in his mind for forcing him to toss for him until nine in the evening.
As soon as he enters his house, ready to receive a good scolding from his parents, the boy remembers a small detail: his girlfriend (Y/N). Due to the imminent arrival of exams, and since he isn't particularly good at studying, they had arranged to meet in his room to prepare together for them. It's a shame their meeting's time has already been exceeded a long time ago.
Ignoring his furious parents, Kageyama rushes into his room, and he would fall to the floor like his bag, which he dropped as soon as he entered the house, if he didn't hold on to the door frame, because what he sees almost causes him to collapse to the ground: his girlfriend is lying on his bed, hugging his pillow and wearing his team jersey, while dozing.
The boy's face becomes the equivalent of a tomato and his body begins to tremble slightly, while he can't stop looking at the number nine on the girl's chest, which rises and falls regularly.
Walking quickly, Kageyama approaches (Y/N), fearing she's an illusion and she might disappear; he then stops to take the pillow from her arms and replace it with himself, never taking his eyes off her. His mind is in total confusion and, if Hinata saw him in that state, he would probably make fun of him, because he's red, sweaty, shaking and agitated.
The final blow comes when the girl holds him close and rests her head on his chest, rubbing against it like a cat, and the boy almost forgets how to breathe, paralyzing himself like a wooden board. His mind is about to short circuit and only three concepts repeat in it: (Y/N), my jersey and pretty.
It goes without saying, but he won't sleep at all that night: all he'll have on his mind will be how extremely adorable (Y/N) looks in his jersey.
It isn't even eight in the morning and (Y/N)'s day is already horrible: not only she woke up late because her alarm didn't go off and missed the bus she always takes with her boyfriend Sugawara, but she also spilled her juice on her school uniform, which is now all sticky.
For these reasons, the girl is in the locker room of the volleyball team: her boyfriend, who had been waiting for her in front of the school and found her in that state, has proposed to lend her his team jersey while he goes to look for Kiyoko to ask her if she has an extra uniform, so that (Y/N) doesn't remain wet and sticky.
"(Y/N) -After about ten minutes, the boy comes back into the room holding a clean uniform- Shimizu didn't have a uniform, but Yachi did. I hope it fits yo-"
He can't even finish the sentence, and he freezes: I'm seeing an angel, he thinks. That angel is a very embarrassed (Y/N), who tries to pull down her boyfriend's jersey, which reaches just below her thighs, as much as possible.
Sugawara's face turns all red and his eyes can't leave her, while he swallows the saliva which has accumulated in his mouth.
"Are you okay, Koushi?" The girl's words seem to awaken the boy from the trance he was in, so much so he almost drops Yachi's clothes.
"Y-yeah… yeah… You're just… so pretty…" The more he talks, the softer his voice becomes, until it's just a whisper, and his blush pushes Sugawara to cover his face with his hand.
"Awwwww, thanks, Koushi!" (Y/N) runs to hug him, burying her face in his chest, while he does the same but in her neck, trying not to think anymore about his girlfriend's body dressed only in his jersey against his.
After a grueling afternoon of training with his team, Oikawa can finally go home to his girlfriend (Y/N).
"Tadaima (I'm home)!" He exclaims, entering the house, happy and ready for a cuddle session with his girlfriend.
"Okaeri (Welcome back)." The man hears her voice from the kitchen, and so he goes to her.
"Awwwww, did you miss me that much, cutie?" Oikawa coos at the beauty of (Y/N), whose back is turned while she's cooking, and who is wearing his old jersey of Aoba Johsai.
In fact, while sorting out their old things that day, the woman found her boyfriend's jersey neatly folded along with the other high school items, so she decided to wear it to surprise him, and then she went to cook.
"How am I?" (Y/N) does a pirouette, showing her face to Oikawa, who doesn't even answer: he only takes a photo of her.
"Tooru! Did you just take a picture of me?!"
"You're too cute like this. I'm sending it to Iwa-chan!"
"Noooo!" The woman tries to take the phone from the man, but she finds herself with her head against his chest and then picked up and thrown on their sofa hugging him.
"Tooru, let me go!" Oikawa refuses, holding (Y/N) tighter to him.
"No! I worked so hard today, and then I found you dressed like this, so I deserve my cuddles -His voice then becomes lower- and next time, if you don't want an even greater reaction, let me know you'll wear my jersey again." Indeed, the man didn't show it much, but he internally screamed as soon as he saw the woman dressed like that, and he really wanted to be welcomed by her like that every day of his life.
In fact, while holding his girlfriend, Oikawa thinks only about one thing: perhaps it's time to contact the jewelry; Oikawa (Y/N) doesn't sound that bad…
3.00am.
(Y/N) was alone in her and her boyfriend Kenma's bed. He was in his studio finishing a live, despite her numerous requests to sleep with her.
Time passes and passes, but the woman still can't fall asleep, both because she misses her boyfriend and because she sees too much light in the corridor due to his computer being turned on, so she decides to go to call him again.
"Kenma, can you come to bed with me? It's late and I can't sleep..."
"I'm almost done, I just have to get through a few levels and then defeat the final boss. You can come here near me, I'm not on video."
The woman approaches the man and sits next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and snuggling into his side, but without preventing him from being able to move.
After a few minutes, Kenma stops the game to look at her softly, but his gaze soon turns to total amazement: his eyes widen slightly, his body paralyzes for a few seconds and his heart seems to jump out of his chest because of how hard it's beating.
"Sorry guys, but it's time to end the live. I'll resume the game tomorrow."
(Y/N), who had been dozing off on his shoulder, immediately wakes up at those words, letting out a small scream when he picks her up like a bride and carries her to the bedroom.
Meanwhile, the man had only one image in his mind: his beautiful girlfriend dressed in his old team jersey, which is loose and allows him to see one of her shoulders, and cute socks with kittens, all sleepy while she pushes her face against the his chest.
"Kenma!" The woman exclaims, after Kenma drops her on their bed and then positions himself astride her, supporting himself on his arms to prevent all his weight from falling on her.
"You look cute… in my jersey…" He murmurs, looking away from her.
Fukurodani is losing the first set against Mujinazaka and Akaashi is on the bench, after losing his composure.
Meanwhile, his girlfriend was in the stands supporting him but, worried about him, she has headed to where he was. Quickly descending, she approaches him and finds him sitting with his head in his hands looking desperate.
"Keiji…" The boy looks up at his girlfriend, and he swears he almost faints: his girlfriend should be arrested for the crime of being too cute, since she's wearing his spare team jersey. The fabric runs down to her knees, covered by a black legging, and the number five is located just below her heart.
"W-what -Akaashi needs to take a few seconds to clear his throat- what are you wearing?"
"Your shirt… I put it on to support you… Bokuto-san said you would like it."
"Sorry… You came all this way, and we're losing because of me."
"Don't apologise. Keiji -(Y/N) murmurs, approaching him- I came because I wanted to give you all my support and I wore your jersey because, if someone had asked me who was my favorite player, I would have pointed to it and said you're my number one. So you don't need to worry, okay? Go and win!"
With that, the girl smiles sweetly, and a light dusting of red spreads across the boy's cheeks: she's too cute.
Screams mixed with happiness and disappointment spread throughout the gym, and Akaashi realizes what happened: Fukurodani lost the first set.
"Akaashi, do you feel up to it now?" The coach asks him, and he nods.
However, before taking the field, he mutters, without letting (Y/N) see his red face: "If we win, will you wear my jersey again?"
"Yes!"
He'll definitely have to thank Bokuto after their victory.
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