#reader chan is one of three people who can help the gentle ace through an attack

[soranihimawari]

sketchbook & coffees

this is a part of a time stamp draft i had in my drafts for a while. after several revisions, i opted to continue using asahi as an inspiration behind this piece. 

summary: yn is an artist. her club project for the annual ‘local artist fall soiree’ is sketches of the young and old in miyagi. when the model the club had lined up for the month cancels, she asks her classmate, azumane to “borrow” his hands for the project.

warnings: anxiety/anxiety attacks, how to cope when having one in public/public setting (let me know if my tw tag is operating please)

genre: fluff with healing/romantic comedy at the end (classmates to lovers?)

rating: pg-15+ (for the anxiety scenes)// A.A.F [azumane asahi fluff]

[20:45]

the pencil scratches against the rough page delicately tracing the outline of the shadows of your lover’s hand. somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint sounds of the city coming to life for the first time since the sun has set. the neon lights of the corner shops in front of the local bogedas in roppengi reflect the golden flecks on your eyes. you enjoy the company of the man sitting across from you, his silent stare causes you to empathize with him and as a show of gratitude you pause your drawing of his hands for a moment and smile. he asks if he can move his hands now, to which you nod. his cherrywood dyed hair is brushed to one side, only tied by a thin pink elastic you leant him earlier that day in class. you had slipped him a note in his locker right as classes were ending, knowing he had practice for the volleyball club later. you, whose handwriting he could never forget for peer review essays, asked if he would mind getting coffee with you one day when he was free. you mentioned you had an art project for your club due that month and the model they were going to try to invite for said project had backed out (due to personal reasons); although you weren’t sure why he seemed more flustered, you dismissed it as being nervous since most thought the art club drew semi-nudes, but that wasn’t the case. you explained your senior project was sketching different body parts (clothed or not was at the level of the model’s comfort) of both the old and the young. you had a sketch for every part you needed except for the hands. hence why you suggested the coffeeshop down the street from your mother’s job. with the date and time set, you are now sitting across the table with the ace of your school’s volleyball club.

he offered to pay for the coffees when you had arrived to the cafe, but you insisted on paying him back with tickets for the exhibition as well as a pack of hair ties for his time. what you chose to ignore was the way his friends (and teammates) would tease the tall lad about the way you made his heart soar whenever you were within a three foot radius. he always wanted to play his best for himself, yet he couldn’t help to recall all the times you tried to encourage him after he was completely shut out from date tech the season prior. you knelt down in front of his desk and rested your chin on his desk before spewing some words of advice: “a scientist never repeats the same experiment twice if the results are the same, azumane.” you knew of his anxieties about rejoining the club after the spunky first years showed up outside to corner him and ask if he still wanted to rejoin. you gave him an encouraging thumbs up when he saw you walking down the hall with a broad grin, how could he say no to them? 

as you were putting the finishing notes on the gesture drawing of his hands, you heard him inhale sharply. you glance up quickly, not sure if he was exhibiting any other signs of a panic attack, but you wrapped your hand around his palm for stability. even seated down as you were, you realize how erratic his hand had begun to shake from staying in one position for so long. he began to slowly hyperventilate as the espresso machine went off and the night crowd began trickling into the small shop. attacks, especially for him, were far and inbetween, and you recall the first time you helped him through one: 

you were in the science lab stock room and the door closed on you both. he began to get this panicked look in his eyes; it was not an easy expression to forget. unaware of how to handle the situation properly back then, you tell your classmate to close his eyes as you lifted one of his hands by his wrist and placed it near your neck pulse point. you were a lot more calmer then, thus instructing him to breath in and out with every thump his fingers felt. 

“how do you know this will work yn?” azumane said. his voice was rattled with fear and his eyes looked every which way but down at you. the closeness of it all was what got to him.

“i know it’s a lot to handle right now, but do your best and trust me,” you said. you were stern in your disposition and once he took you up on your advice, you both rode through his attack together. your lips grazed his wrist before asking him if he knew anyone who could help him through an attack. to be quite frank, after you two exited the room, you asked to speak with the teacher after class. when you explain your thoughts about how worried you were for him, the teacher suggested in the next staff meeting to have at least one member (including yourself) in all of azumane’s classes the following year considering what had transpired in her lab supply room. you were lucky the school staff cared about their students’ well being and had implemented a ‘buddy’ system for those who experienced similar issues. you don’t let asahi know about this set up and you both were elated to know you were in the same class again for senior year.

more often than he would like to admit, he thought about that day, because it was the day he changed your contact info in his phone to ‘my wisest yn-chan’. although, one practice early on in the season, noya noticed his friend’s phone going off right as practice was wrapping up and that was the day when the rest of the crows got their ace to admit how he truly felt about the “wise yn-chan”.

you gave his hand a firm squeeze as if to say, ‘i’m here for you. calm yourself, just for me, please.’ 

“asahi, it’s all right,” your voice is like finely spun sugar to him. “focus on my voice and breathe with me this time, ok?”

you don’t know the power you hold over his heart just yet, but you had an idea once he began to breathe in rhythm with you. his knuckles which had turned white when you held his free hand, began to relax more once you helped him through the worse of it.

“i-i’m sorry,” his voice was small. he was as gentle as they come, but he was still the frightened boy from your second year science class. truthfully, he didn’t want to have an attack when he was having such a lovely afternoon with you; all he really wanted to do was enjoy some time with you ever since you explained why you wanted to meet at the cafe. now that he was a bit embarrassed by his handling of his own attack because it had been so long between his last anxiety attack, yet he thanked whatever gods were nearby for having you there with him.

“don’t worry about it,” you said. then a coy smile carved its way across your features. you realized he was becoming more flustered, so you release his hand from yours. you ask several follow up questions to him after the last remaining bits of the attack subsided and as you talk through him, you noticed how much more calmer your voice makes him. if you thought he didn’t have a crush you prior to today, you were proven wrong the moment he used both of his hands to reach for yours before you packed away your things. he muttered a “p-please don’t go just yet,” but when you studied the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes telegraphed his plea of ‘i might have another one when you’re gone and i’m still not used to handling one by myself yet.’ 

the action alone startled you at first, granted you have known asahi since second year (through walking the same route with him home from school prior to the science lab incident), but this was the fifth time you helped him through an assortment of anxiety ridden attacks (and you didn’t mind it at all since he was the only one of the third years who didn’t share a class with either the captain or vice-captain that year). you tell him to close his eyes as his breathing returned to normal again and when a familiar tune came on the playlist for the cafe, you started to hum the opening bars. you weren’t a hero perse, but you were pretty damn close especially for the classmate sitting across from you. when you feel his grip relax, you don’t dare to let either of his hands return to his side of the table. 

roughly twenty minutes later, you and asahi roam the streets of roppengi heading back to the train platform headed for the miyagi stops. you still hold his hand, wondering how long would it take for him to realize you had felt the same about him since the start of the semester. asahi walks you to your father’s house a few blocks away from his when you return back to the safety of your hometown.

“azumane,” your voice is resilient in it’s unwavering support. the gentle giant had begun to turn around mentioning he’d see you the day of the art festival (you had planned on going together originally, but that changed as soon as you teased him for labeling himself as your date. you mentioned you liked the color of strawberry ice cream since his blush reminded you of it in the fluorescent light inside the train).

“hmm?” he asks, taking his hands out of his jacket pocket. you dropped your school bag on the porch before you pulled him into a hug.

“ack!” he exclaims right as he felt your arms wrap around him with your face turning to one side against his torso. he chuckled nervously before hugging you back; he bent down slightly and rested one of his cheeks atop your head. your shoulder length hair danced in the nightly breeze against the nape of your neck.

“i’ll always be here for you; i believe in you doing your best,” you say suddenly thus causing your soon-to-be-boyfriend(?)/crush to nod. “now come on, get yourself home and i’ll see you next friday at six.” 

you release him from your embrace, backing away slowly to create some space between you two, and with what found courage he had stored in him, azumane extends his hand to grip your shoulder lightly. it was a slight warning before you shut your eyes quickly blinking as you felt his breath tickle the side of your face. whatever he whispered to you made you more flustered than you already were. he left soon thereafter with the widest grin.

***

“woah woah woah,” noya said. the libero casually glanced up and down at his best friend who was dressed in business casual clothes after the team caught wind of their ace having a date on a friday night. azumane decided to wear navy slacks and a dress shirt with a belt and his hair was left down (noya’s idea). the ace knew his friends from the club would help him give some encouraging words of wisdom about fashion sense and style, but since he wanted to impress you a little, he wanted to stop by the gym where you had agreed to meet up prior to you arriving on campus.

“noya,” azumane began. he breathed a sigh of exasperation. “do you think this is too much?”

“you’re going to an exhibit by the art club, right?” sugawara inquires, walking around his friend before said friend gave him an approving nod. “you look fine.”

low whistles were heard from tanaka as well all the while the first years along with the single-second year bachelors just laughed and made a few kissing noises up until both sawamura and ennoshita told them to quit it.

on the other hand, none of the boys, with the exception of their managers noticed you in the doorway of their gym. you chose to wear a form-fitting azure cocktail dress with peep toe heels. your dress had pockets, so you had a pair of flats tucked away there. you opted to wear your hair in a messy side braid and all talking ceased as soon as your shoes made contact with the gym floor. 

“holy crap,” kazuhita whispered before he elbowed ennoshita who then turned red in the face. you walked a little taller that day and the quieter the team got, the more the nerves came back to asahi’s mind. the first years as a whole were frozen for a second suddenly blushing like mad.

“literal goddess!” tanaka said nearly crying as you winked at him and noya. to be fair, they almost passed out. sugawara and daichi suddenly froze up finding various details around the gym suddenly very interesting so they weren’t caught staring at you. honestly, what else would you expect from the crows of karasuno?

“stop making fun of me, guys. i just want tonight to go smoothly,” asahi’s voice said. there was a hush over the gym and judging by hiw quiet his usually talkative teammates were being, he got more nervous about the date he had with you.

 “wait, why is no one talking?” he asked, after re-fixing the feather shaped cuff link on his shirt. you were standing a few paces behind him, pondering if the ace knew just how effortlessly handsome he was.

“probably because they saw me walk by,” your voice had a lilt of laughter in it. what asahi imagined you would wear versus what you were wearing in real time, clearly outweighed his imagination tenfold. the dress hugged you in all the right places causing you to spin around, slowly, just for him. who knew you had that figure tucked away underneath the girls uniform was beyond the members of the team. as you complete your semi-spin, you walk up toward asahi with an amused expression meeting his flirtatious stare (the rest of his face telegraphed a slight case of nervousness, but he had his brain keep his eyes trained solely on your movements. probably didn’t help he was restraining himself from asking you to skip the soiree because he’s be far too invested in leaving you breathless).

“you clean up well,” you tease, poking his chest. you laugh at how his feigns surprise before leaning down and whispering his reply.

“so do you,” asahi’s voice is dangerously low. far lower than what you’re used to hearing in class.then again, it was mostly due to you showing up in that dress. she’s really pretty. is this really y/n-san? hold on, is that a new lipstick color? 

“ready to get out of here with me?” you ask, extending your hand out for him, which he gladly takes. 

he leads you out of the gym, but before you cross over the threshold of the gym, you say over your shoulder: “don’t worry guys! i promise i’ll have him home in time for morning practice!” 

“you better!” sugawara yelled before he noticed you laughing at how quickly asahi’s hand held yours a little tighter. 

before the evening’s event draws to a close, you ask one of the wait staff to take a photo of you and your ‘friend.’ you stand side by side and before the shutter closes, you give him a peck on the side of his face leaving an imprint of your strawberry pink painted lips. it was the best image you have of you two together from the local artist fall soiree mostly because of how wide the ace actually smiled.

--end--

[koushisatori]

if you can't believe in others, at least believe in us

kyoutani x gn!reader

genre: as ordered: a bit of angst w a touch of comfort

warnings: one (1) big jealous idiot, miscommunication

word count: 5.4k

note: this is smth an anon asked me to do (but like...nearly a year ago, I'm not sure if anon is still there or if they remember and my dumbass deleted the ask so I just beta-ed through whatever I had but I know they called me out on enjoying jealous characters so here we go) I'm sorry, mysterious anon, I'm stupid </3 Anyway, that's that. I don't remember if reader was supposed to be female or not so I made it gn!reader (but if I forgot to change something, pls tell me so I can fix any errors c: It's also my first attempt I apologize in advance)

In the beginning, you weren't sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you

You can't remember doing something that would annoy him, nor do you remember an instant of anger in his eyes that would give you a hint about his reasoning to stay away from you

He explained early on that sometimes he just needs a day of distance because Kentarou could feel the anger simmering right under the surface, enough that something small could tick him off already, and he would hate if you were on the receiving end of this unexplained fury

Both of you also made sure to promise each other to clearly communicate, the relationship between the two of you would not last long if you're not properly telling each other what might be bothering or hurting...just in general cross a boundary

Communication probably was one of the most important aspects of your relationship

cue to the actual situation: your boyfriend avoiding you

So, Monday evening you think maybe it's this overwhelming sensation of unexplained anger and that something at morning practice ticked him off completely

But then Tuesday comes and goes, and your boyfriend had avoided you all day long, did not even bother to read your messages,

on Wednesday, you try to talk to him, but all he does is glaring at you with a look that leaves you speechless and kind of heartbroken,

Thursday is the day you're replaying everything you did on Monday, trying to find something that he could have misunderstood, yet no matter how hard you think about it…your brain won't come up with a reason that explained why Kentarou was so upset with you!

So you decide to make him talk to you on Friday

Enough is enough, right? For gods' sake, he is your boyfriend! You miss him and his strong arms that give hugs so warm that you melt right into them

You don't get a second alone with him until school ends

you practically sprint out of the school building over to the gym, knowing that he had a free hour, which means that he is probably the first person there - your only chance

There he is, sitting with his back to you, aggressively chewing on a bun filled with chicken - his usual that reminded him of his favorite dish - glaring holes into the ground

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you carefully aks: ''Kentaro…Ken…?'', slowly stretching out your hand, wanting to rest it on his shoulder to maybe help to soothe him a bit

he flinches instead and his heated, agitated gaze meets your eyes, making you recoil in return

''…will you talk to me, I miss you…'' you say softly, realizing how it hurt being ignored by him

''Ah, suddenly you miss me…'' he spits, narrowing his eyes ''…didn't fucking seem like it the last time I saw you…''

''Kentaro, baby, I have no idea what you mean,'' you plead, keeping your voice low to hide the desperation lacing it, confusion written all over your features

all Kyoutani does is growl, hopping down from where he's sitting while shouldering his gym bag

''...shouldn't have been so flirty with Shittykawa like that then-'' he grumbles - ''Ken, I didn't-'' you insist, but he continues ''twirling your hair, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, fuck you Y/N, if you want him, then feel free to take a fucking leave" Kyoutani cusses, not even listening to you

You shake your head, ''Kentaro, no, you totally misunderstood the situation,'' you follow up, panic seeping into your voice now that you knew what he referred to, ''I love yo-''

''Tsk'', he moves to leave

you try to take his hand but, instead of turning around, Kyoutani just rips it away from you, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket

from behind you, you hear Yahaba and Oikawa approaching (talking about Volleyball and Captains duties)

once they guessed what must have happened, they offered you their help (they both swear that Kyoutani will never ever find a ''cute s/o as you are, y/n-chan, I'm worried for my little angry pomeranian kohai'' )

Usually, you would try to talk to him, but after enduring a week of radio silence and now this treatment, you were tired of upholding something that seemed like a lost cause

you just wave both setters off and leave the school grounds, a frown plastered onto your lips and tears swimming in your eyes

Kentarou had not listened to you, did not even really look at you, and the few seconds he did, his eyes were filled with rage instead of the warmth he had usually reserved for you (and only for you)

If your boyfriend thinks avoiding you for a week and blaming you for something ridiculous without hearing you out is how you handle a relationship…maybe you would have to consider not pursuing it any longer

Which is easier said than done

The whole night you wait for a message, anything, and then all Saturday morning

you still had hope left

You get one from Yahaba, who tells you that Oikawa tried to clear up the situation as well after the reason for your fight dawned on him (Kyoutanis piss poor mood and behavior towards him a strong indicator) but Kentaro, again, just ran off

The future team captain even called you after your lackluster answer, listening to you getting the frustration and sadness out of your system

It didn't matter, right? Your boyfriend decided to unofficially call it quits by implying that your feelings for him were not genuine instead of using his mouth to talk to you and disregarding everyone involved

as if he wanted to ignore the truth as a convenient excuse to get out of your relationship

that's the conclusion your brain came up with

You softly sniffle in the privacy of your room, clutching a pillow to your chest (which has seen more tears in the last two days than in the past three years), deciding that it would be a good idea to go into the city to treat yourself

knowing that your mother has a hair-dresser appointment somewhen today, you go and announce that you would join her to finally buy the latest season of your favorite series

once there, you additionally get microwave popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream, as well as a pretty shirt you saw on a mannequin while window shopping

you feel a lot better after spending some money and ignoring the lingering sadness of your presumable break up with Kyoutani (who you love ok, it is not that easy)

In between your stops, you meet Iwaizumi and Oikawa munching on fatty burgers (celebrating your cheat days like a holiday and indulging in whatever your heart desires, is what makes it easier to stick with healthier habits the rest of the time was the questionable explanation coming from the brown-haired setter, pointing at you with a soggy potato fry)

after a moment, the setters eyes turn sad, a frown replacing the smile on his lips

he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from going just yet, apologizing for being the cause of your fight and for being unable to talk some sense into him

(you assure him that it is not his fault, knowing that your friend will probably brood over it otherwise, which wouldn't be fair)

Iwaizumi adds that Kyoutani will come around and that his cooldown time is just longer than those of other people (and if not, he will give him one of his famous volleyballs to the head and use his status as only truly respected senpai to talk some sense into him) but you again decline their suggestions

after saying goodbye (and seeing Iwaizumi give his best friend an assuring gentle pat on his shoulder, the secret softy in the usual harsh ace shining through)

If Kentaro was willing...able to throw away your relationship this easily, he can't possibly really love you, and you'd accept this even if it's hard and painful

Now remembered of what you had attempted to forget about, you feel your eyes sting with unshed tears (you thought there was no possibility of you having more tears to spill, yet the impossible seemed to be the case) you look down at your phone to text your mom and frown

Kentaro 🥰: we need to talk. Kentaro 🥰: meet me there [location]

For a second, you hesitate, biting your lower lip harshly…you really want to go and talk to him but…

The tears still sting in your eyes and blurring your view reminded you of what you had gone through the whole time, and that it was his turn to finally come to you

break up or makeup, the ball was in his court now

so while walking to where your mother would be waiting for you, you begin to type

You: No.

You: I waited for you all week, even though you ignored me, and now you expect me to run the moment you choose to stop being a childish idiot?

You: if you decide to speak to me then comqjdkn

Kentarou wouldn't say he feels particularly bad. Not at all! If someone was to ask him, he would probably answer fucking peachy, what the fuck are you asking for or growl angrily. No one would bat an eye and further question him, nor guess that maybe he wasn't as great as he pretended because he missed his gorgeous better half, but…it was his fault, wasn't it?

Of course, he originally thought he had a valid reason to be upset. And if he had just spoken to you about it, everything would be solved now. Instead of being a decent boyfriend, though, his pride overtook his thinking processes once he realized that his behavior wasn't even the slightest bit justified. Not that he knew this when he saw you speaking with Shittykawa right before school. All he could see was his gorgeous s/o shyly fiddling with her fingers, conversing with a leaned forward, very involved Oikawa Tooru. He would have fetched you away from the brown-haired setter. He had no qualms about showing his possessiveness. God, Kentarou wouldn't have hesitated to growl at the tall, brown-haired boy if not for the question he heard coming from the Captain.

''Y/N-chan, how is it that you, an adorable, charming individuum, is with a brute like Mad Dog-chan? I really-'' Well, that's where he decided to leave you with the setter. He didn't need to hear your answer. Didn't want to witness an excuse or maybe the truth. If both of you were so fucking smitten with each other to flirt this blatantly, why don't you just go and cheer for him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheek goodbye? It was his choice to distance himself.

Kyoutani couldn't help the feeling of betrayal and hurt washing over him. Maybe you just used him as a stepping stone to get closer with Oikawa, and Kyoutani has been too blind to see it. He never doubted you or your relationship before, but it's not a secret how eruptive Kyoutani could be. It has always been beyond his imagination how someone so cute and sweet like you could love a person like him. Your friends thought so. The teachers. The whole school! Everyone questioned your poor judgment. And when you came running up to him, you're cheery voice calling out for him, everyone present looked at you like you grew a second head. It's the reason why seeing you with Trashykawa ticked him off so bad. It catered to his biggest insecurities and fears. He knew that all those skeptics would be delighted to see you, everyone's darling, with the schools' star setter. They all would agree that the pretty, handsome young man is a better fit than the always hostile-looking troublemaker.

While Kyoutani didn't take Oikawa seriously in most cases, he undoubtedly was one of the most devoted people Kentarou had ever met. If Oikawa wanted to get a new serve right, he wouldn't stop trying and repeating it until his legs gave in, and Iwaizumi dragged him out of the gym. When he wanted to find more advanced players to practice with, so he could, in return, give this new knowledge to his team, there was no way he would not manage to make it happen. Even if his ideas, wishes, and plans cost him blood, sweat, and tears (like getting Kyoutani to actually train), Oikawa never backed down. Kentarou had heard that Oikawa's last girlfriend dumped him because of his passion for Volleyball. Yet Kyoutani couldn't help but think that, in you, the ambitious setter would have found someone that would be able to handle it. You usually came over to watch the team when you knew that Kyoutani was there to play. You sat on the stands with your homework in your lap and a Seijoh-coloured pencil wiggling between your fingers, not bothered by the noises coming from the court. You play with your earlobe while you frown at whatever problem you came across. You patiently wait for practice to finish. Kentarou was sure that you'd be someone Oikawa would actually try for. You weren't one of his squealing fangirls, hanging from his arm on every opportunity, but his friend. You didn't pester him to take selfies with you while pushing cute bentos into his hands. When you bring food to practice, then it's for the whole team to share. If he wanted you, Oikawa would probably have to win you over and make sure that you'd stay. Courting and all that jazz. In all seriousness, Shittykawa would be a fucking idiot if not.

The dyed-blond wing spiker had been so sure that he was rightfully mad that he didn't stop to think twice before he reacted this coldly towards you. But, and this made it even worse, Kentarou knew that he was wrong the moment you asked what happened after an entire week of enduring his silent treatment. The second he heard your shaky voice and saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his brain rebooted, and suddenly he wasn't so sure of his own reasoning. You two were together for about half a year. Kyoutani - by now - was confident in his ability to identify most of your expressions. All he could decipher in your eyes was pain, paired with a need to understand, but…if he was in the wrong…it would mean that he had hurt you the whole week, which in conclusion implied that Kentarou had been the world's shittiest boyfriend. Fuck, he thought, I don't deserve y/n.

His situation didn't get any better the moment Oikawa entered the gym. The person Kyoutani thought he had a real reason to despise now tried to mend the rift between the two of you.

''Mad Dog-chan, I think you misunderstood something there. Well, no, you decided to not listen-'' The taller male says, hands gesturing wildly. While his voice still had that annoyingly cheery tone, it had something commanding hidden underneath. And oh, how Kentarou hated when someone demanded something of him, even if it was for his own good. ''Don't want to hear it.'' the blond mutters, already aggravated. The brown-haired setter resolutely puts himself in the way again. ''Oh, but you have to! That morning, Y/N-chan literally declared her love for yo-'' - ''I don't fucking care.'' Kentarou barks, not looking Oikawa in the eyes.

After another fruitless attempt to get properly into the gym, he growls and turns to leave. Already on his way to grab his stuff and take a leave, he hears Oikawa yelling. ''You answered and justified why I asked Y/N-chan to begin with!" And then louder, even though he could make out Iwaizumi trying to wrestle his childhood friend back into the gym, "APOLOGIZE, YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER GROVEL FOR Y/N'S FORGIVENESS! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS SHOW YOU'RE PUTTING ON, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

This happened on Friday evening, and the guilt was gnawing away on him ever since. On his way home, Kyoutani had automatically taken the detour to your house. Kentarou enjoyed bringing you home (and more often than not, you pulled him inside with you, making him cuddle you!). It makes him feel like a good boyfriend, and he knew that you arrived there safely. He would never tell anybody and deny it if you ever decided to share this, but Kentarou relished in the feeling of your hand holding his all the way while going on about your day. He admired that you'd pet every cat and every dog you meet on the trip home together with him. You were perfect for him…why again did he act like this?

What caused Kyoutani's attempt to apologize - in his usual overly blunt and partly aggressive kind of way - was Yahaba, though. Both boys denied being remotely something beyond 'not really enemies'. But his future team captain was definitely one of the very few people that could and would tell him to his face that he fucked up without real repercussions. He would presumably even help Kyoutani to get it together.

After Yahaba had called you and listened to your heartbreaking rant, the setter realized that you, his friend, and his 'not really enemy' needed to talk ut out. Totally immersed in your tirade, you accidentally let slip that you couldn't endure Kyoutani's treatment any longer. That being pushed over by your boyfriend with brash and hurtful words after handling the cold shoulder was too much. That you expected Kyoutani to break up with you on Monday either way. In-person, if he had mercy on you or continue his treatment as a silent method of doing so. While you told Yahaba about your planned ''get over it-self-care'' weekend (involving tons of ice cream, movies with crying guarantee, lots of blankets, and no smartphone), the setter had already put on his jacket, shooting a message to Kyoutani.

From Yahaba: get your stupid fucking ass outside to meet me, or I'll bench you the complete season next year

Even though the wing spiker was sure that Yahaba's words were nothing but empty words, Kentarou allowed himself to accept this threat as an excuse to put his pride aside. Because, even though Yahaba annoyed him to no end - not as bad as Oikawa but still - Kentarou was also aware that you and he were friends. If someone could help him gaining your forgiveness, Kyoutani had to accept and admit that it was Yahaba. Meeting his light brown-haired teammate was kind of awkward. Kyoutani was unsure what he had to expect, though he should have seen the rough treatment coming. Yet, getting told that you, the person Kentarou was undeniably in love with, felt so neglected and hurt that you deemed this relationship to be as good as over allowed the guilt monster in his chest to grow. Shitty Oikawa was probably right ordering him to grovel and beg on his knees for you to even hear him out.

Your answer to his message was partly unlike you. Well, the last sentence. You usually were pretty forward with him to avoid miscommunication and uncalled-for moping around. And while you sometimes send keyboard smashes to express the chaos you felt, they were always in a separate message and not so…random. The text definitely meant something like ''then come to me'' but somehow, Kyoutani had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, he couldn't just wait till Monday and hope that you'd accept his apology! You may send him away today already, but he still had a teeny-tiny bit of hope. If he let the thoughts of him leaving you or the other way around fester in your mind for two whole days, though,…you'd probably realize that leaving him wasn't that bad of a decision. You'd come to the conclusion that all your admirers could treat you better than Kyoutani did. And he was too selfish to let you leave. Even though all he did the whole week was being self-centered and stuck up, he would be damned to begin being a saint now and let you go. That you at least were willing to talk to him was…a relief, to say the least. Kentarou hoped that this translated to you being willing to put up with him a little longer if he apologized correctly. That you're not opposed to giving him another chance to make things right.

At your house, he was greeted with darkness. Not even a single light illuminating any of the rooms he could see from his spot on your front lawn. And the ones he saw were your and your mom's most-used rooms. Your room window, your mothers' workroom, and the living room area with an adjacent kitchen. All of those rather significant rooms and the lack of light in them seemed to be a dead giveaway for Kyoutani that no one was home. Kyoutani guessed that you were probably out with your mom, glancing over to the empty spot in front of the garage.

Oh god, your mother had been the only supportive person of your relationship. Maybe it's in your family to see the best in everyone, even in shitty people like him. But if you told her about his behavior, she'd most likely not welcome him with a smile ever again, no matter if you forgave him.

There weren't many things Kyoutani could do in this situation, but it wasn't as late as nature let it on, and after a few seconds, he had decided to sit down at the front door and wait for you, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for you to come home. As if fate wanted to tell him something, the wing spiker had put on the jacket with the half-full power bank. He had worn it to the shelter when he visited it this week while distracting himself from your absence in his daily life. You had gifted him the piece of clothing, which is probably why he unconsciously had decided to wear it to everything he did after school in the first place.

Kentarou passed the time by snarling at people eyeing him for a moment too long to not be judgmental, petting the neighbors' cat wandering over to him, and watching videos. Every time he thought ''Y/N would like this'', his heart stuttered guilty.

To Kentarou, it felt like an eternity until your mother's car finally drove up the entry. To avoid your mother's potentially deadly stare, he nervously checked his mobile, realizing that he had waited for a little more than 3 hours. Yet, the wait had done nothing to soothe his nerves. They instantly spiked up again while his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

She will hate me. Your mother would hate me, she'll hate me, she'll ha-

''Ah, Ken-chan! Good evening.'' Your mother greets him with a tired, yet still gentle smile. Oh. The blond blanches. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the treatment he received from your mother more than he should. Being spoken to without suspicion and receiving a warm smile every time without fail was a welcome change to his daily life. Your mother didn't listen to people trying to bad-mouth him. To her, he simply was the boy that - normally - treats her child the way a mother wished for. Even if he pulled a face as long as a fiddle.

''I didn't know you were coming, Ken-chan, or I would have messaged you…but now that you're here, maybe you can assist us out and help Y/N inside? It would help a lot.'' His gaze immediately flitted over to you on the passenger seat. With your arms crossed in front of your chest and that stubborn but endearingly cute pout on your lips, he nearly missed the tiredness your body emitted. Kentarou wanted to rush over to your side immediately but was stopped by your mother again. ''I don't know what you two are fighting about…but please talk to each other. I don't want my baby to be this sad. Especially now, and…'' she rests a hand on his shoulder, her eyes kind and comforting ''…I also don't want to miss you here, alright?'' He stiffly nodded and watched your mother carrying in plastic bags filled with various medicine packages and food.

After coming back to his senses, Kyoutani finally stumbled over to your side, practically ripping open the car door. This new perspective revealed a plaster cast wrapping your whole left leg and a removable wrist brace on your right hand. ''Bab- Y/N…what the fuck…happened?'' His honey-brown eyes continued to wander over your injuries, and with every second, he found more. Scratches and scrapes, bandaids and bandages peeking out from underneath your clothes. ''I'm so sorry,'' he whispered, hanging his head low.

All your intentions to fight his helping hand and limp over to the door by yourself disintegrated into nothing. You never witnessed such a devastated, beaten expression on his face before. Instead, you settle for ''Will you help me?''. A question asked quietly to your fingers picking at a loose band-aid edge on your arm and pressing it back onto the irritated skin.

After you loosened your seatbelt, he waits for you to carefully place your arms around his neck. It is followed by Kyoutani lifting you out of the car so gently as if he was afraid you might break. This whole situation in itself already contradicting his brash appearance and usual behavior. It would give whiplash to all the people pretending to know him. But he was always caring in his own way when it came to you. It's why you loved him after all. Because you usually knew that he loved you, too.

For a few moments, the atmosphere between the two of you felt awkwardly tense, both of you unsure how to interact with each other. The mostly blonde wing spiker breathed out a sigh of relief when you fully leaned into his chest once he stood upright, resting your head against his shoulder. A bit of maneuvering through the front door eventually lead to Kyoutani passing through the hallway and taking you to your room, where he was gently lowering you down on the bed.

It was a now or never kind of situation. For the both of you. While Kentarou was trying to find out where to begin his apology, he took a few steps back in case you wanted space until everything was cleared up.

You unconsciously helped him making a decision by impulsively grasping onto his shirt the moment he started to withdraw, stopping him in his retreating movement. Kentarou saw your lower lips wobbling, teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

''Please stay,'' you say weakly, which is enough for him to throw the whole thinking process away and simply sit down next to you, intertwining both your hands. ''I'm staying. I'm not leaving. Not now nor this relationship if you still want...an ''us''. The wing spiker took a deep, shuttering breath. '' I'm sorry, Y/N…'' he finally manages to say, honey eyes locked onto your linked your hands. ''I have been fucking stupid all week. 've been a fucking terrible boyfriend, the worst to ever exist.''

As if to encourage him...to show your boyfriend that his apology was not for nothing, you shuffled around until the last bit of distance between the two of you was closed. You hum, acknowledging his words while leaning your head on his shoulder.

''I didn't think you're cheating or something, …'' Kyoutani immediately assures you. There was no way he would allow you to think that he would accuse you of something like this. ''I had no reason to be jealous, but I was insecure. Let it get the best of me. Despite our promise to communicate, I was sulking. 't was easier. I'll do whatever the fuck you want for you to not give up yet…'' he says, taking his time with every sentence.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. ''It will probably take a lot of cuddling and attention from you...'' you say thoughtfully ''...but I forgive you…if you promise to not do this again…'' you murmur, tilting your head upward to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. ''Otherwise, I'll accept Iwaizumi-san's offer to get your thinking process restarted.'' For a moment, your voice had its usual joking edge. But you knew talking out everything was necessary. ''But, in all honesty, 'Tarou....please, never do this again. I am honest. I will not endure this a second time. When you tell me that you need a day or two for yourself then that is totally fine. If you feel yourself giving into whatever insecurity, talk to me about it. I am sure there will be an explanation or a solution but don't leave me in the dark. Don't treat me like that. I love you. Only you and no one else. But the time love can withstand straight-up ignorance by your partner is limited.''

Slowly, your boyfriend nodded, squeezing your hand to tell you that he understood. You would probably cling to him for a while but were sure that he would survive the extra closeness. Not even half a second later, his head leans onto yours cautiously.

''…and try being nicer to Oikawa-san, Tarou, he hasn't done anything to you.'' You add humorously before small giggles started to erupt from your lips. ''Also...Baby…'' you start, being interrupted by choked-up hiccups and giggles. By using your nickname for him, you take away another persistent fear of his. What he does not miss, however, is how you wince in pain before you continue, ''…who helped you put this into words? I mean…I loved it, but…,'' You leave unsaid that words usually are not his strong fort.

Biting back a smile, he frowns, huffs, and puffs…, but the way you are looking up at him, eyes shining with relief and adoration, allows him to admit defeat. He sighs ''…it's how Yahaba said I should say it…'' It usually would be an odd enough statement to make you throw yourself all over him with laugher. As a slight replacement, you squeeze his hand a bit, still shaking with suppressed laughter. ''I promise…that I will talk to you. Can't promise the Shittykawa part.'' Another soft chuckle leaves your lips before you look up at him again. ''I hope you try nonetheless. You should not let Iwaizumi-san hear you calling Oikawa-san that, though, I don't think this would turn out well for you…so...maybe stop this at least.'' Kentarou rolls his eyes at you, but in the end, he nods.

You wait for another second to clearly distinguish the two topics before you continue. ''…Thank you…for coming and finally speaking with me instead of break-'' A hand on your lips muffles your words.

''Don't say these words. I'd never break up with you,'' Kentarou grumbles, a light, uncharacteristic light pink settling on his cheeks. You stick your tongue out, which leads to him taking his hand off of your face with a surprised noise, rather dumbfounded that you had licked his hand. It gives you the chance to lean up and finally press your lips against his. ''I'm not leaving you either,'' you murmur, feeling his lips twitch upwards slightly. You decide to leave the teasing for another day.

Moving back into your previous position was enough of a hassle to hiss in pain. It brought back Kyoutani's awareness of the second problem at hand. ''What did happen to you?'' Kyoutani asks in an attempt to tamper down the excited, happy beating of his heart.

''Oh, this...uh, when I answered your text, I got driven over by a dude on a bicycle,'' you casually drop. It was kind of entertaining to watch his expressions change at an unequaled pace while processing your words. In the end, it settled into something akin to passive-aggressive worry. The way he was immediately fretting over you while cursing and cussing out the bicycle dude was his own way of caring. As you watch him retrieving the food your mother bought, while mumbling about how you're a dumbass for not paying attention to your surroundings, how he'd come over every day until you could go to school again to bring and teach you the stuff you would miss and how he would fucking murder the bicycle idiot if he ever finds out who dared to drive you over, you can't help the smile forming on your lips.

Once again, you are proven that loving him - while occasionally troublesome and demanding - was everything but wrong.

[pillow-anime-talk]

chibi-chan.

synopsis: A little bit of jokes about your height from GoM’s boys or situations where you need some help. But don’t worry, we all know that you are super cute and adorable.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; comedy; fluff; romance; jokes; also protective/helpful boyfriends; sfw

includes: female reader ft. ryouta kise, daiki aomine, shintarou midorima, atsushi murasakibara, seijuurou akashi & tetsuya kuroko {knb}

— RYOUTA

You’ve been wondering how to impress your boyfriend for a few days, because he hasn’t paid much attention to you for a long time. Even when you came in a different hairstyle or changed your perfume, Ryouta just smiled at you, then stole one kiss from you and run for basketball team training...

Oh, right. Basketball. You didn’t know a bigger fan of this sport than your boyfriend. Stupid thought of playing basketball passed through your head to show off your skills (or rather attempts to have any skills to play in this sport) to Kise.

The more you thought about it, the more convinced you were. You decided to try and on Friday immediately after your lessons you went to the gym. You knew that at 5 p.m. the Kaijou team would start their training, so you only had an hour to take off your whole uniform, jump into the P.E.’s tracksuit and pick one ball from the big bin and start slowly throwing into the basket hoop.

Of course, it’s easy to guess that it was hard for you to hit into the hoop with your... small height. Certainly when you were born, you didn’t queue for ‘being tall’, but rather for a nice smile and big eyes. No wonder that for the first ten casts only one was successful and it was certainly a coincidence, because the ball spun three times on the rim before falling inside.

“I suck in this game.” You muttered under your breath, again taking a position on the first line on the court.

You were so absorbed in the game that you didn’t even notice how a curious blond-head looked inside the gym because of the noise and the light on. What a surprise for Kaijou’s ace who saw you in front of the basketball board and the ball in your hands.

However, when he noticed your next inaccurate shot he laughed under his breath. “I think you’re a little too short for this game, Y/Ncchi.” He said in an amused voice, entered the room. You turned to the voice and then sighed.

“And too short for you to notice me, huh?” You added wearily, catching the ball.

“Y/Ncchi... I always see you!”

“I don’t think so. But I don’t blame you. I just wanted to... impress you. You like basketball, so maybe you would like me more if I could play with you.” You shrugged, throwing ball into the hoop again. Miss. “Shit.”

The blonde man shook his head approaching you. “I like you no matter what you do or how you do it. You don’t have to play basketball to impress me. You should change you for you and only you, not me or someone else. Anyway, I said what I said. I notice you all the time, Y/Ncchi. You looked pretty last time when you had a ponytail. Your new perfume was amazing too. Hmm, now when I think about it, I don’t praised you for that, right? But know that I appreciate everything you do.” He confessed quietly, patting you on the head. “And now Chibicchi, I’ll show you how to play basketball, because you have a terrible position to throw a ball...”

— DAIKI

Aomine definitely loved teasing you the most if your height was at stake. He usually made you as his own armrest or asked what’s weather below. They were a puppy jokes that somewhat irritated you, somewhat amused you, and somewhat embarrassed you, but what can you do? After all, they were just pokes and you knew that well. In retaliation, you often mocked him by calling him a ladder, giraffe or Eiffel Tower.

Daiki was glad you weren’t offended about it because... you were incredibly cute to him when your cheeks turned red and slight insults came from your lips. Of course he would never say it out loud, but you were super fluffy for him and he liked this side of you. And hey, as your tall boyfriend he had nice views from above. For this and if necessary he liked to take you on his lap or cuddle with you on the armchair, because you were the pocket-sized person and he could cover your whole body by his.

But as I wrote, Aomine would never have said it out loud. He just always laughed, saying you were shrunk again.

Of course, Daiki wasn’t such a bastard to you.

I mean, yes. Aomine had the right to make fun of you, but no one else him could do it, because he knew that after all your height is your complex. Your boyfriend spoke his jokes in a gentle way, always saying at the end that he loves your body anyway, because of this he feels more manly and needful. He didn’t spare wet kisses or hickeys on your chest at that time, so you didn’t feel bad with him. You love each other very much.

However, when other people’s jokes were involved, such as those from girls who were jealous of your blue-haired man or gross jokes from boys who didn’t like Aomine or wanted to pick you up... Daiki changed his mood immediately.

Just like now, when you were walking towards Aomine’s class to go to the roof with him and have breakfast. Unfortunately, just before the door a couple of first-year students stopped you; one of them hit the wall with his hand, blocking the way for you.

“Hey, Y/N-chan. Oh, this bento is for me?” The tall black-haired boy took your breakfast box, then raised it high up, smiling broadly. “Thank you, it’s really nice. You are such a damn cutie.”

“Please, no. W-Wait...”

“Maybe we’ll arrange a date? We can go to the cinema and then to me. I think it won't be a problem with you getting into my bed, because you're so small...”

“Don’t touch me and give my bento back!” You jumped to catch the white box, but in vain.

“Oh, I have great views from my perspective.” The teenager laughed, not even noticing the shadow of a much taller person behind him. The box with your bento was picked up and the perverted student was pressed against the wall next to you.

“Why don’t you repeat what you just said a moment ago?” Daiki asked and you immediately ran up to him, hiding behind him. “Harassing girls... especially girls in the relationship... It’s really shitty, don’t you think? Get out, brat and never approach my girlfriend again.”

As I said, only Daiki can use your height for kissing or joking.

And of course to show that he’s the best boy on the whole world.

— SHINTAROU

Your boyfriend was a difficult man. He rarely showed any emotions, but you knew that he cares about you very much and despite his cold behavior he always worries about you.

No less, Midorima is... Midorima. You didn’t know any bigger tsundere than him; especially when you two were together at the random moment.

Like. Did you forget your scarf? No problem, Shintarou will lend you his own and tell you that you are irresponsible and childish. You’re hungry? All right, your boyfriend will buy you something from the school cafeteria or share his bento saying it’s the last time he does it for you (spoiler: this isn’t the last time because he’s a simp for you anyway). You’re tired? Girl... Midorima will take you on his lap and hug you so tight that your heart will melt, but three times he will mention that you can’t tell anyone about this situation. Mom, I love him.

In any case, Shin has his own way of showing affection, which is primarily based on texting to you or bringing for you your lucky items for the day; for example, recently, Midorima brought you a key ring with a puppy's pendant, because Oha Asa mentioned that this wouldn't be a good day for your zodiac... Sweet.

Today, however, he brought to school only an item for you (by the way, it was a Tokyo’s guide), or so you thought, because Shintarou always discusses with you about his lucky thing. And today he didn’t say a single word about it. He only took your hand and led you to class, saying that he would come for you at your next break.

And so, throughout today’s day Midorima didn’t leave you even for a moment, and by the way he still walked with you by the hand, which was a bit strange for you because Shin didn't like a public PDA. Takao was equally surprised.

Only when you started coming back to home with the green-haired man who was walking next to you (of course with your fingers laced with his) you decided to ask Shintarou if something had happened.

“So... your today’s happy item is a holding hands or maybe rather a woman’s hand?” You asked seriously, laughing under your breath, at which Midorima looked at you surprised.

“No.” He said honestly, so you immediately thought that your boyfriend joined into a PDA lovers! You were about to say something, but he continued. “My lucky thing for today is something small, that’s why I thought about you.”

You hit the boy on the shoulder, blushing furiously. “Idiot.”

— ATSUSHI

With Murasakibara, no matter if you were 155 centimeters tall, 168 centimeters tall or even 180 centimeters tall... you would still be small for him. And because you were below average, your relationship looked at least funny, but also sweet.

Of course, Atsushi didn’t care about your height, what’s more – he considered that it’s your advantage because he was pleased to took you in his arms while watching movies or grab your hands and play with them. Therefore, while you were next to him, you praised him and (maybe) from time to time you fed or played with his hair, Murasakibara paid no attention to your height. And when someone asked him if he didn't mind about it, he answered with his the most weary voice ‘Why would that kind of things should bother me? My Y/N-chin is my Y/N-chin and I like her no matter what. Do you have any problem with her or me?’

Of course, Atsushi is a big baby who likes to tease you, but he doesn’t use words for it; I mean, very often, when you want to kiss him, a tall boy laughs quietly and specifically asks that ‘huh, do you have a problem’ to reaching his lips. He always suggests bringing a ladder or chair. You snort, hitting him at the waist and laught shortly after that. Finally, you always pull him by the shirt to bend him down. He can't refuse you anyway.

Especially when you threaten him with not giving him snacks the next day.

Atsushi is a very supportive boy! If someone else teases you and you feel bad about your height difference, then your man always grabs the other person's head and asks rhetorically whether to crush him. Therefore, in order not to feel bad about it, you immediately offer him something to eat; if it's one of his three favorite dishes he'll probably follow you like a faithful dog.

‘Sushi likes to lift you up and help you to get to the basket board. His height is also very helpful when you cook something together, and he has the task of reaching for ingredients or bowls.

Nevertheless, sometimes he can’t refrain from saying that you are really smol. And if you’re together among the crowd, he sometimes he loses sight of you.

Fortunately, Atsu is so tall that you can find he quickly (usually at food stalls).

“You’re lost again, Y/N-chin...”

“You went to the snack machine without even telling me anything!” You laughed reaching for your wallet to buy ice cream for both of you.

“Sorry, sometimes I forget that you’re so small and have short legs, Chibi-chin.”

— SEIJUUROU

Your boyfriend definitely isn’t one of those type who joke about such serious matters as appearance, style or diseases. However, if he only saw or heard that someone was laughing at you, he immediately appeared next to your figure, which caused the tormentor escape. No one dared to object to Seijuurou, it’s a fact.

Akashi, of course, didn’t laugh at your height as I wrote, but this doesn’t mean that he didn’t like the fact that you asked him a favor or asked him to give you something or help you in doing a random thing. This brat asked for something in return each time; usually it was a kiss but sometimes it was also something more.

In any case, your man always went into defense mode when he was with you, through what many people were surprised by his change from Akashi in the basketball team > Akashi in the company of Y/N.

For example, imagine such a scene: You go to your home with Seijuurou because the boy decided to help you with chemistry and physic, but on your the way you unfortunately stumble over the protruding curb and fall into the ground, injuring your knee. Sei immediately changes from ‘full seriousness’ to “God, honey, are you all right?”

“Sei-kun, I’m not dying.”

“Yes, but it looks really bad. Let me take you in my arms.”

“Seijuurou-kun, I can really go on my own legs.”

“I won’t let you. Come here.”

“You’ll be tired and I’m heavy.”

“No, you’re not. You’re tiny.”

There really is no point in arguing with him because you won’t win anyway. Although you have to admit that thanks to the pink-haired you feel really loved and appreciated. There is no person in the world who cares about you like Akashi.

— TETSUYA

This boy is literally an angel. He probably won’t say a bad word about your height, but if he does, he will be 100% unknowingly about it and if he quickly understands his mistake, he will apologize for it; for example, he says you have recently seemed taller, but after a while he will remember that you were wearing shoes with a higher heel that day, not sneakers. Tetsuya is the most supportive boy in the world who will help you with everything you have a problem with.

You can’t reach the top shelf in the store? Kuroko will take your favorite cereal without a word and say that if you need something else from this or other shelf, just tell him. Do you have a problem with hanging laundry or putting curtains on your window? Tetsuya will gladly help you or lift your body to make you more comfortable. Are you cold? This cutie will lend you his sweatshirt/jacket/blanket, saying that you should take care of yourself, because you quickly catch a cold.

You! Literally! Have! Nothing! To! Complain! About!

Angel. I said what I said.

Kuroko isn’t one of the highest either people, so he is somewhat happy that his girlfriend is much shorter than him and sometimes needs his help for even such simple matters as changing a light bulb, reaching for a book in the library or chips from the storage locker in kitchen.

Sometimes, however, you get the impression that Kuroko is too worried about you. Like at this moment when you were going to go swimming with your boyfriend in the lake because you and your friends from Seirin went for a little rest. And also ‘cause the basketball team has a training under the supervision of Riko.

“Y/N-chan can you swim here? It’s quite deep. I’m worried.”

“Yes, Tetsuya, I can handle it. But I will take your hand when I feel threatened.”

“Yes, but you can hurt yourself. Grab me now. Pretty please.”

Kuroko is definitely cute and lovely, but he should chill.

[itsmattsunshinehere]

Helloooo thank you for the last headcannon commission even if you had a hard time 😂 May I request some cute couple headcannon ones again with Kageyama, Tsukki, Kuroo and Iwaizumi with a 5’3 s/o when you have time if ever 😔👉👈 enjoy!! Thanks again💗

okay first thing first IM SO SORRY you had to wait for soo long please dont hate me really im so sorry!!My maximum is three characters x headcanon so I went for Tsukki, Kuroo and Iwa. Thanks for your request, I hope you like it!💘

-L

Tsukishima Kei / Kuroo Tetsurou / Iwaizumi Hajime x reader.

Tsukishima Kei

tall ass bitch: that’s how we call him.

we all know Tsukki: he’s a stinky introverted bitch so between the two you’re the one who confessed first.

Tsukhisima literally went like: “Well I guess you’re lucky enough for me to like you back.”

“Asshole. Yeah, total bastard.” “AHHH—”

Yamaguchi scolded him for a week.

so you started dating, very cute, except for the fact that he continued pestering you for your height.

being a couple means being suportive and always complimenting the other, right? Well WERE YOU WRONG LMAO.

“You can’t bring me some sugar cause it’s too high for you, how are you even supposed to reach my heart?”

Tsukki you wanna fight?? ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

so yep get ready.

big tease,,

it’s not that he likes making fun of you as he doeas with Hinata,,

it’s just that when you pout you’re so cute he simply can’t resist it, cause yeah deep inside he’s a simp for you.

one of his favourite moments it’s when you’re on the stands cheering for him and you keep jumping so that he can see you.

(send F in the chat for Tsukki’s heart).

“Kawaii…” “Tsukki did you just said som-“ “You have no proof.”

despite him being Stinkyshima, you love this sarcastic side of him: it’s for that you fell in love with him; replacing it would mean replacing what makes Tsukishima the tall gyraffe you love so much.

he also loves being the big spoon as much as he loves walking down the hallways with a hand on your shoulder.

yep, you’re definitely his shrimp.

Kuro Tetsurou

Also big tease.

I mean it’s Kuroo pain in the ass Tetsurou, what did you expect?

I can imagine so many scenarios where Kuroo makes fun of your height,,

“Y/n-chan, how’s the weather down there?”

“Kuroo do you know I’m the one who should-?”

“Sorry I can’t hear you, it’s just that you’re so small your voice cant reach me!”

“It’s so hard finding you through all these people, can you wear the little present I gave you last week?”

“Kuroo it’s a beanie with neon on it. Forget about it.”

“But at least I won’t lose you. 😊”

R.I.P. Kuroo cause you just kicked the hell out of him helped by your amazing friend Morisuke Yaku.

you stopped eating Nutella cause every time you stop by him he hides it on the highest shelf so that you have to call him and ask him to help you.

having Lev in the team changed everything, literally a total blessing for your small legs.

before the arriving of Lev, Kuroo was 100% sure you would never find anyone as tall (and useful) as him, but now he’s not that sure anymore.

YES THAT’S WHAT WE CALL REVENGE.

but deep inside he knows you love him.

and he loves you.

(as much as he loves teasing you lol sorry it’s a full package you have to deal with it).

but let’s talk about important things—

DID YOU JUST SAY BIG SPOON KUROO?

well ahem SIR- let me introduce you to clingy type of boyfriend.

you’re his tiny girlfriend and he loves you exactly the way (size) you are.

Iwaizumi Hajime

LMAO he protects he attacks but most important he hugs (you so tight you can barely breathe because iwa 🤝 big arms 🤝 big d- sorry sorry I’ll stop there eheh).

(and he also barks cause excuse me sir he’s don’t touch my gf type of boyfriend).

Iwa thinks you’re so cute and small he’s quite worried he could crack you like a walnut lmao.

he’s always so delicate and gentle and mostly protective whenever boys and girls (!!) are around.

one day he heard some of your (girls) classmates making fun of you for your height.

Well, guess what? He didn’t like it.

you tried telling him he didn’t have to make such a big deal caused you literally didn’t care about their opinion.

he kept being your bodyguard (if only looks could kill lmao) for something like a month cause he was so worried they wanted to prank you and humiliate you in front of everyone.

IWA PLEASE STOP MAKING ME SOFT FOR YOU.

the truth is that they really tried to prank you but failed cause you found out what they had planned.

you threatened them to tell everything to the principal and make their life at school impossible (with Oikawa’s help cause he’s a bitch and loves drama and we love him for that 🤚🏻).

Makki kept pointing out how much he looked like Kyotani for months.

he stopped immediately after Iwa threatened him to seriously bite him (Kyotani’s respect towards Iwa-chan 📈📈📈).

the first time you met his friends Oikawa called you a babydoll bc you looked so tiny.

“Y/n-chan I can literally hide you in my locker, how can you be so small and cute?”

he had to apologise immediately after telling you it was a joke and he was not serious at all.

Iwa behind him: (•̀-•́)ง

Oikwa:（╹◡╹）♡

You: ಠ_ಠ

you’re his baby girl and no one except for him can call you like this.

or making fun of you, he’s the only one that can see you pouting lmao.

When you pout he’s heart goes ✨🦋✨🦋✨🦋✨

your cuteness just reached level +105,,

good job now you broke Seijoh’s ace.

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Lockscreens (ch. 2)

tw: Drinking

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst, fluff

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each chapter! This will have *manga spoilers*

Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

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ch 2: Broken and New Promises (Month 1)

Nearly four years ago...

“Babe, guess what?” She looked up from the tea-cup that sat in front of her, over the pastries as (e/c) eyes made contact with gold. Her eyebrows quirked up as she took a sip, swallowing it and her apprehension. She had invited her boyfriend to their favorite cafe to tell him some life-changing news. “I just got scouted!” Her eyes widened, choking slightly on the hot beverage. 

“Really? That’s great!” 

“Yeah, it’s a two-year contract for now. They want to send me to their training camp starting next week and I’ll be gone for the next six months. After that, I’m going to officially join the team and everything!” A soft pout made its way to his face as he played with his fingers. “That means I have to leave this weekend.” 

Delicately placing the tea-cup down, a soft hand reached out for his. “Kou, it’s okay. This is the opportunity you’ve been looking for all of your life.” With a thick swallow, she steeled her nerves. “I’m not going to keep you here. Please, go live your life and you better be the best ace out there, okay?” 

“We can make this work! I’ll come home to visit, and we’ll call every day, I promise.” 

A sad smile; a clenched fist under the table. “I’m sure we can.” 

“I love you.” A kiss to her hand.

A squeeze from hers. “I love you too.” 

****

It wasn’t long before those promises were being broken. It started with skipping the ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts. Then it became unresponded texts spanning over multiple days. Phone calls were missed. Video-calls were forgotten and ignored. Visits planned and cancelled. The phone rang. (Name) glanced down at her purse at the sound, pulling the phone out. “Hello?” 

“Hey, (Name)! Was wondering, have you heard from Bokuto recently?” 

“No, I haven’t.” She couldn’t bring herself to smile. “He’s been busy with his new team.” A veiled sigh. The phone was squeezed between her shoulder and ear as she readjusted her basket.

“I’m not even surprised, it’s only been a month since he’s left after all. He was supposed to come back for the Gym 3 reunion dinner this weekend but nobody’s really heard from him in the group-chat.”

She let out a soft laugh. “I’m surprised you and the others still have time to meet up.” (Name) bent down, comparing two different packs of vitamins. 

“Yeah well, I like to remember my roots unlike some people.” His laughter warmed her heart. “Say, even though Bokuto isn’t coming, we still want you there! I’m sure the others prefer you over him anyways. Besides, I miss my best friend!” 

A gentle hum in response as she reviewed her calendar. “This weekend right? I should be free, just send me the details.” 

“Great! See you soon.” She ended the call, staring at her phone screen for a moment longer. It was a picture of (Name) and Bokuto underneath the sakura trees, petals falling onto their heads as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Another drawn out sigh before she locked the phone, tucking it away to finish running errands as she placed a bottle of vitamins into her basket.

****

“Hey, you made it!” (Name) stepped into the restaurant, glancing around only to find a tall, dark-haired idiot waving his arms aggressively. 

“I said I was coming, didn’t I?” Her good-natured laugh made the others around the table break out into chuckles. Kuroo patted the empty seat beside him, gesturing for her to take it. “Where’s Akaashi?” (E/c) eyes scanned the table. Across from her, Tsukishima was sitting beside Lev, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else but there. An empty seat was left on Kuroo’s other side.

“He couldn’t make it. Something about deadlines.”

“Guess the Fukurodani boys aren’t loyal to their roots,” she teased, elbowing Kuroo. His loud laugh caught the eyes of the rest of the patrons as she rolled hers. Kuroo always had an obnoxious laugh, one that fit his messy hair.

“At least you came.” He pulled her into a side-hug. “Missed you, Manager-chan.” Soon enough, they had all placed their orders. Smiling behind her glass of water, she observed as Lev and Kuroo finished their beers, bellies shaking with the roar of their laughter. Tsukishima wasn’t quite as vocal, but his cheeks had also become tinged pink from the beer.  Kuroo wiped a tear away from his eye, trying to speak before Lev made another comment that sent the older male into another fit of laughter. 

“So, how have you been, Tsukishima?” She sent the boy a sympathetic smile, coaxing him to join in the conversation. 

“You know you can just call me Kei,” the boy rolled his eyes, cheeks becoming slightly more bright. “I’ve been good, just focusing on school work. How are you (L.Name)-san?”

“And I told you years ago, Kei, call me (Name),” she giggled, taking another sip of water. “I’ve been okay, just about finished with my degree.” 

“Right, what are you studying again?”

She cleared her throat, ignoring the other boys who began another round of beers. “I went to school for sports medicine.” 

“And it’s all because of me!” Kuroo proclaimed, throwing an arm around her shoulder. Warm breath tainted with beer blew on her face. 

She rolled her eyes. “Keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night.” She looked back to her audience jabbing a thumb at her former captain, “Kuroo ended up throwing his back out like the old man he is, so I ended up helping him with his rehabilitation.” The smile froze for a second, contemplating the secondary reason why she had chosen this route. All along she had known that Bokuto had plans to become a professional athlete. Going pro had always been his sense of normal. Her chosen path had made sense at the time if she had wanted to follow besides him on his climb to success. Them against the world. Another broken promise.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Kuroo’s loud whine. “I’m not an old man!”

Immediately, she and Lev replied, “yes you are.” 

Kuroo clicked his tongue in dismissal, finishing his beer. He placed it down, smacking his lips. “This has been fun. Why don’t we head back to my place and watch a movie or something?” 

“Can’t, got an exam coming up,” Tsukishima replied immediately, as they all stood up to make their way out.

“I promised my sister I would help her move tomorrow. She just got a job offer so she’s moving to be closer to it.” Lev whined. All three boys turned to look at her. A moment of hesitation.

“Sure, I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.” With that, she hugged the other boys good-bye as they walked off together in the opposite direction. “I’m guessing you didn’t drive?” She glanced at the tall former captain beside her. At the shake of his head, she escorted him to her car, unlocking it for him to get in. 

“Wow this is small.” He groaned, his head accidentally hitting the roof as he clambered in.

“You’re just freakishly big, Kuroo.” She teased, starting it as she reversed. Soft music played as they let the silence wash over them. The only interruptions came from Kuroo as he navigated her to his complex. Soon enough, they were standing in his living room. She stepped in, not having been there since Kuroo had first moved in. “It looks much homier now,” she commented, slipping her coat off as she hung it up on the hook.

“Kuroo, where do you want this box?” (Name) called, stepping in through the doorway only to be greeted with a loud crashing noise followed by a loud curse.

“Bokuto! I said over there, not here!” Kuroo jabbed his hand in the direction of the kitchen, scolding her boyfriend. Kuroo rubbed his foot, having kicked the box on accident. The box laid on its side, photo frames spilling out. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you meant here!” Bokuto argued, crossing his arms and pouting. “I don’t wanna help anymore.” 

“I was gone for five minutes.” She sighed, lips slightly pursed as she placed the box of kitchen supplies down on the counter before bending down to collect the frames. “Babe, can you just go get another box from the truck?” Bokuto bent down, hugging her around the shoulders. He peppered kisses along the side of her face. Bokuto huffed, his warm breath bathing her neck and causing goosebumps to prickle through her skin.

“Do I have to?”

“Please babe? The sooner we finish here, the sooner we can head home and cuddle.” He sprang up, giving her one last peck on the cheek before disappearing down the stairs. (Name) picked up a sleek black frame, turning it over to reveal chubby smiling faces. “I didn’t know you still had this.” 

Kuroo crouched down besides her, looking at the photo. It was a photo of them on their first day of middle-school. She was in a yellow frilly sundress, her hair in pig-tails. Kuroo was beside her, boyish cheeks puffed in a wide smile. He wore a blue t-shirt with a photo of a dog on it and yellow shorts. He snorted. “Of course I do, you looked absolutely ridiculous in that.” 

“Those yellow shorts didn’t do you any favors either,” she rolled her eyes, fixing the box so it sat up properly as she tucked the frame back into it. They looked around the apartment. Brown boxes were stacked everywhere, and the only furniture available was a wooden table in the living room. “Where’s the rest of the furniture?”

“Ah right, I should help Bokuto bring that in.” 

“Well, that happens when you live somewhere for awhile,” he chuckled, hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. The other hand gently guided her to the living room by the small of her back. “Pick something, I’m gonna change and get you something more comfortable to wear.” She hummed in response, tapping the buttons on the remote to select some random wildlife documentary before a sound interrupted her. Turning her head, she looked at Kuroo as he slipped back into the room, wearing an old volleyball tshirt and shorts. “Here you are,” he tossed her a shirt and shorts. 

“Thank you,” she replied, heading to the restroom. As she undressed, she couldn’t help but look at her stomach in the light, examining it at all angles. She had worn a loose sweater earlier. She let out a soft sigh. She’d have to start investing in more loose-fitting clothes. A sudden wave of nausea hit her as she flung herself onto the toilet, dry-heaving.

“Hey, (Name)—” The door creaked open as Kuroo knocked on it, she hadn’t closed it all the way. He stopped, eyes widening at her as fear-stricken eyes met his face. “Are you…”  

“Yes.” 

Kuroo shook his head, gently closing the door as he stepped back out to give her some privacy. She scolded herself as she cleaned up after herself. She had been hiding the secret for a while now, she hadn’t planned on letting her friends know quite yet. (Name) didn’t even know what her relationship status was anymore ever since Bokuto had left to pursue his professional career. Stepping out, she tugged the red t-shirt down more. Kuroo was seated on the couch, fingers interlocked as he stared passively at the frozen TV screen. She slipped behind the couch, coming around to the other end as she took a seat at the very end. “How long?” 

A deep gulp. “Two months.”

“His?” Kuroo’s eyes left the screen, hazel eyes piercing hers. Biting her bottom lip, she could only nod. “Are you keeping it?” A moment of hesitation before she nodded. “Does he know?” She tore her face away, swallowing thickly as shame surged through her. “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I didn’t want him to give up his career for me.” Her soft words broke the silence. Kuroo sighed, moving to sit closer to her. A warm hand pulled hers away from her lap. 

“You didn’t have to be alone through this.” Fingers tilted her chin back to his face. “You know I would’ve been there in a heartbeat.”

“I didn’t want to be a burden.” 

At this, he snorted. “(Name), you’re one of my closest and oldest friends. When have you ever been a burden?” A small smile made its way to her face. Gentle hands pulled her head into his chest, a hand lightly stroking her hair. “Even if you don’t want Bokuto involved here, I want to be. You can’t get rid of me that easily, especially now that I know.” He pressed his lips against her forehead, his warm breath fanning across her face. “Now, let’s watch this documentary!” He pulled back, a wide grin appearing on his face.

****

The next morning, she woke up in an unfamiliar place. In the corner of her eye sitting on Kuroo’s desk, she caught a glimpse of two familiar kids beaming back. Her nose violently twitched as the smell of oil invaded her senses. Launching herself onto her feet, she disappeared into the restroom heaving over the porcelain throne. Behind her, she heard curses and loud foot-steps. “(Name)?” Kuroo made his way behind her, pulling her hair back as she retched. ‘Just like old times,’ she thought, remembering all the times she, Bokuto, and Kuroo had gone to town in the clubs and bars during the earlier years of college. “Shh, it’s okay,” Kuroo whispered, rubbing her back as she groaned. Panting, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, grimacing. “Are you okay?” 

She waved him off. “Just morning sickness.” 

“Have you been to the doctor’s yet?” She shook her head. “Don’t be stupid, you’re already eight weeks in.” She flushed the toilet, feeling her nausea subside. Standing up, she washed her hands. Kuroo left as she examined her reflection. Her skin was pale, beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She smacked her lips, face twisting at the taste. Kuroo reappeared, handing her an unopened toothbrush. “Toothpaste is in the cupboard,” he said, leaving her to her own devices. 

Quickly freshening up, she was greeted with the sight of two plates of grilled fishes and rice as she stepped back out to the living room. Another wave of nausea crashed over her, but she swallowed back the acrid taste. “Kuroo,” she sent him a glum expression. “That looks delicious, but I’m afraid I don’t think I can eat it.”

He frowned, “It’s never too early to give your baby docosahexaenoic acid, (Name)!” 

She rolled her eyes, laughing as she made her way into his kitchen to make herself some natto and miso soup. “Of course you’d say that, Kuroo.” Turning back to the stove, she gestured for him to eat.  “But unfortunately the oily nature is making me a tad nauseous.” She tapped her nose.

“Ahh, that’s fair. I’m sorry, I’ll keep that in mind.” At this, she stopped slicing the tofu to give him an incredulous look.

“And why’s that?”

He smirked at her. “Well I did promise to help you, didn’t I?” 

She turned back to her cooking, cheeks flushing. “You don’t actually have to follow through with that,” she mumbled. “You were tipsy when you said it anyways.” 

“Oh hush,” he waved her off as he took another bite of the fish. “You took care of us all those years in high-school. You’ve taken care of me for most of our lives. This is the least I can do for you.” 

“Well aren’t you chivalrous,” she teased, fiddling with a knob on the stove. 

He swallowed his mouthful of rice, “now, do you have a doctor in mind already or do I need to go search for one?” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make an appointment after this is finished,” she promised, shooting him a look. He stood up, collecting his empty dishes and placed them in the sink. 

Looking at her ingredients, he sent her a cheeky smile. “Mind making me some too?” He picked up the second meal, neatly arranging it into a bento before he placed those dishes into the sink as well.

“Only because you took the couch and made me breakfast,” she replied, bumping his hip with hers. Kuroo sent her a sly grin, before heading back to the table to pull out his laptop. As she finished up her meal, she and Kuroo caught up on life. Prior to this, they hadn’t seen each other in over a month. Her phone was filled with unopened messages and missed calls from everyone but the person she wanted the most. She placed the bowl of miso soup beside him, glancing at his laptop. “What are you up to?” 

He tilted the screen back in response, revealing the web-page. “Just doing some pregnancy research, my dear (Name).” 

She thumped him on the forehead before she took a seat across from him. “You really don’t have to do that,” she reminded him. “I was already fully prepared for raising this child alone if it came down to it.” 

He glanced up from the screen, raising his eyebrow at her. Kuroo cleared his throat. “That may be the case, but you don’t have to go through the pregnancy alone.” Leaning forward, he ruffled her hair causing her to scowl at him. “I’m your best friend, (Name). Just let me help!” 

“Sure, sure, whatever you say Kuroo.” They sat in silence. Kuroo continued doing his research while she contemplated the implications of Kuroo’s promise.

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader; Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader; Kei Tsukishima x Fem!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND how about mutual pining! fluff with iwaizumi, tsukki and/or kenma? fem!reader? Maybe something like always being very touchy with each other and one night when hanging out it just leads to a confession or a... kissy kiss kiss... only if you want to though! i hope you are doing good and are comfortable with this babes<33

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: sweARING, mention of death in iwas part, nsfw joke in tsukkis but not too bad

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: FRIGGING HECK YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I: SIMP FUCK Also I somehow forgot about what the request was and kinda did it different aoisdflx :( If you don’t like it I will be willing to rewrite it honey <3

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: Confessing after long pining

Hajime Iwaizumi

Toxic small ballerinas were dancing around him, landing on all surroundings and sugar coating the landscape. He hated it. The first snow, he promised himself to confess to you after years of pinning. Sadly, it wasn’t warm enough to make the snowflakes turn into raindrops, and sadly he couldn’t back out, especially after telling Oikawa that he would confess to you. The ace was speechless from the first day he saw you, how could a human look this perfect? He was whipped, to say the least, maybe even would fucking simp for you.

“Hajime” Your voice echoed through the hallway, catching everyone’s attention and even his. He turned around, only to see you running towards him. It was the first week you were there as first year, and he was already in second year. Maybe his reason to confess finally in winter was because it would be the last season he would see you, or maybe because he met you in winter. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into his mind, and why right in that moment, he had to think about him confessing to you on the first snow day. Perhaps he liked to imagine the snow falling on you, catching your eyelashes, maybe also your hair.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa suddenly exclaimed, making the called boy groan in annoyance. “I told you not to call me like that!” He answered in an annoyed manner, almost ripping out his hair with only his words. “I am sorry!” The male apologized quickly, but the smirk plastered quickly after over his lips. “So,” he started, looking over at his best friend. “Today is your day, huh?” he mocked, making the ace scoff once again.

“Shut your mouth, shittykawa!” his hand lifted, giving the captain a small hit on his head, followed by a whine “Why you gotta be like that, iwa-chaaan” He didn’t know either.

After all, Oikawa was right. He had to confess, now or never. It was his third year, and he didn’t want to let the chace slip. Not this time.

“Iwa, if you leave after third class… will we keep in touch?” Your voice was so fragile. It was like it caused a reaction in his mind that made him want to hug you and tell you that he would never do that. He would always talk to you, even if he would go to university, or do something else.

He loved you too much to stop talking to you after his third year. “Of course, Y/N. Only death can tear us apart” he assured you, patting your head slowly

With a deep breath, he hoped to get rid of his negative thoughts.

What if you would reject him?

What if you would hate him?

What if you liked Oikawa more?

What if-

“Hajime, what are you doing here?” You stood behind the tall male, making him turn around and look down.

Right, what was he doing in front of your classroom? It’s not like you two had classes together. “Can we talk?” he asked. Your gaze quickly brushed over the clock to check the time, then you nodded. “Sure” With a relieved sigh, his hand automatically reached out for you, his fingers slowly wrapping around your wrist. His touch was so gentle, almost like you were the dancing white ballerinas that had been outside all day, and he didn’t want you to melt.

His feet led you two outside, and before you could even speak up, to ask him why he led you outside, his body made a 180° turn. “I really like you”

Not once would you have guessed that three words could have caught you off guard this much.

The blush on your face sadly did not go unnoticed by Iwaizumi, and the snowflakes that landed on your face didn’t cool your face down either. A small chuckle escaped his lips, making you heat up even more. “You will make the snow melt around you” he jokingly added, making the situation much easier with his joke, and you even cackled a laugh.

“I like you too, Hajime” if the snow didn’t melt around you guys by now, it would definitely do now.

His face heated up, but a fainted smile brushed over his lips. His arms reached out for your body, slowly clinging around you and pulling him into his warm chest. “Was it your plan to confess on the first snow?” you asked, muffling those words since your face was buried into his chest. “Yeah, you told me that you always wanted to get confessed on the first snow.” “You remember?”

“Every single detail.”

Kenma Kozume

The pink cherry tree never sat well with Kenma. He hated the bright color of the tree, it somehow exhausted him extremely much.

And he also hated it because everyone confessed under that tree.

“Did you hear it already? Sana confessed under the cherry tree that’s next to our school! And her crush didn’t reject her! Even though Sana was sure that she was straight…” you rambled excitedly, staring into the nothing. It was the end of winter, and spring would come soon. He wasn’t very excited, but you were. “I wish someone would confess to me this romantically” At that moment, he didn’t know how much those words would matter to him now. “Sounds cheesy” he admitted, but his gaze quickly flicked back to his switch. “Shut your mouth!” You whined out, not really hurt by his words, but you definitely hated the fact that he didn’t care at all.

You two had been childhood friends, along with Kuroo. People would only find you as a trio or just alone, there was no duo between you three. That’s why Kenma doubted that you would like him back. Sometimes, it felt like you were avoiding him, but that did not stop him from pining after you. Each day, the desire to make you his grew, and with each day growing it felt like you were only getting more and more distant.

“Hey pudding head, what’s wrong?” Kuroo, who of course noticed his lately rather bad mood while practice, asked him, giving him a rather worried look. “Nothing” his answer was short, short enough to make it seem a little suspicious yet also to make it sound like a normal response. “You like her?” The question was definitely strong enough to make Kenma slightly shiver before his head slowly picked up itself to look at Kuroo. “Yeah” his word came out almost whispered. “You should confess then” He would, really, if it wasn’t for the cherry tree he hated so much.

He didn’t even know why he hated it in the first place, maybe because he was scared of rejection and would hate school even more if he would pass the tree and think of the way his heart broke.

Or he was just simply disgusted by the cheesy confessions. Either way, there was no way he would- “You should do it soon, Lev also is about to confess” Kuroo interrupted his thoughts.

Shit.

“Do you like Lev?” “I mean, he is cute” You shrugged gently, then looked over at Kenma “Why are you asking?” “Ever since he saw you he can’t shut his mouth about you” The small giggle you let out that day was one of the few memories he would never forget. “Ah I see. But he isn’t really my type.”

Right after practice, you waited for Kuroo and Kenma as usual. And like usual, you got them Onigiri from the store that was pretty nearby school. You always went there to do something between school end and practice end, so it wouldn’t be too boring for you.

As soon as the gym door opened, Kenma stepped out the first and immediately walked up to you without and words. “Let’s go, I need to talk to you” He ordered, not really in an aggressive or mean manner, but rather scared one. With a small nod, you quickly started to pick up with his pace and followed him up to the cherry blossom tree.

Honestly? You kinda figured by now what his plan was.

“So uh…” his voice drifted off into the air. The pink flowers were falling down around you, making it look like tinted pink snow, just it was less cold and it looked more mesmerizing.

“Yeah?” You kinda tried to hint him, kind of tried to make him notice that you were waiting for the three words.

But he didn’t seem to understand very well. Actually, he barely understood what you wanted to hint to him. The falling cherry blossoms irritated him slightly, making his mind mixed up.

“Oh well, I…” his hair fell forward, covering his face a little as he looked down at the floor. “I like you too”

You swore, that if he hadn’t been blushing before, he was right now. His face turned red, but luckily the sun setting kind of helped to cover it up. “Wha-” his breathed hitched in his throat, but a small smile finally hushed over his lips. “Oh, I like you, Y/N. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, of course Kenma. I’d love to!”

Maybe the cherry tree wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

Kei Tsukishima

His feelings were like bad weather, maybe like a rainy day. He couldn’t control them, and sometimes his feelings were feeling good, and sometimes bad. For example, whenever he saw you around other boys, it was definitely a rainy day, maybe mixed with some thunders. If you were laughing around him, it was definitely a warm and sunny day.

And if you would compliment him? It was a blooming day, full of nice flowers. But not even once he was able to compare a day to weather with a rainbow.

After rain, always a rainbow would follow, but somehow, not even once that happened to him.

“Y/N” His gaze almost bored a few holes into your eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat. “Yeah?” Your voice almost broke in the middle of the word, but he obviously didn’t mean to sound and look so intimidating. He just meant it nice, to call your name and get your attention. But you seemed to be more terrified than to be happy.

“Sorry” he sighed out, making you quickly shake your head “No no it's okay Tsukki!” You assured him, patting his shoulder. With his finger, he slightly pushed up his glasses, then sighed once again.

It was definitely a windy day today, he thought.

“Shouldn’t we get inside?” you asked, while slightly shaking and hugging yourself. It was really windy, too windy if he was honest, and since he didn’t want you to catch a cold, he took you to his house, that was much closer than yours. It was the first day where you got to see his Mom and his brother, also the first time you ever get into his house. It was something special, with no questions.

“My Mom wants to see you again” he broke the silence, making you nod a little and smile. “Did you bring your umbrella?” The question was kind of out of context for him, it was thrown into the room without and side information. “No…” “It looks like it will rain” You pointed out of the window, and his gaze followed your finger. The grey clouds took the suns to light away, making it pretty dark outside. But even though the sun didn’t shine anymore, your smile would still shine.

“We will have to run through the rain” you added, tilting your head a little. While you were admiring the clouds, he was admiring you. He couldn’t help but wonder when he could finally confess.

Maybe if the rainbow he had been missing shows up, he might confess.

“Have you ever seen a rainbow?” Your question was so innocent, making his heart melt right in place. “Yeah. Nothing special.” “Well, I did not!” You whined out, punching playfully and gently his shoulder. He almost smiled at your action, maybe even did smile slightly. “You won’t die without getting to see a rainbow” It was his way to reassure you that one day, you would get to see that colorful spectrum.

It was after school, where the rain was still pouring, but the clouds had already moved away.

A rainbow.

Tsukishima could feel it, that soon, there would appear a bright rainbow in the blue sky.

While the rain was pouring down on you two, you were probably the one who couldn’t care less. Maybe you even enjoyed the water running down your body, making everything wet and making your hair stick to your face. “Did you purposely not bring an umbrella?” “No!” it shot out of your mouth almost like a gun, making him chuckle a little and shake his head. “You enjoy getting wet, huh~” he hummed, in a teasing manner, making you blush a little. “Shut your mouth, saltyshima” you whined out again, looking now at the floor for a few seconds.

Cute.

That’s what you had been all day, cute.

“Y/N” After a few minutes, he called you, making you look up at the male next to you. “Mh?” “Look” He was looking at the sky, and curiously, you followed his gaze until realization hit you. The colorful spectrum that painted itself on the sky, stealing its attention and getting all the attention from the students amazed you.

“Woah, a rainbow!” you exclaimed, making him nod a little.

“It’s so pre-” “I like you.” his words were really random, and all the time you had been staring at the rainbow, he had spend staring at you. “Really much” he added, trying to get you out of your shock. Your lips slowly parted, and excitement took already over you.

A rainbow and a confession.

“I like you too, Kei”

And that’s how the first day with the rainbow got to one of his best memories.

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[whattodowithace]

First Kisses (A.C.E)

Title: Firsr Kisses

Pairing: Reader x A.C.E

Genre: Fluff🍰

Word count: 1694

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

Summary: What would it be like to kiss ACE for the first time?

Chan

Chan had just returned from a world tour. It was our first experience of being apart for long periods of time since we had started dating.

I scan around me watching people pass by. The large park filled with people since it was such a beautiful day.

I had pulled myself up onto a railing overlooking Korea as I waited for Chan to return with our coffees. My feet swaying gently as I waited. He returns five minutes later and hands me my cup with a large smile on his face before resting his elbows on the railing beside me.

“I didn’t realize how much I liked being around you until I was separated from you for three months.” Chan says after taking a swig of his coffee.

I look over at him, smiling, “This is new. Usually you roast me like you do Jun and the other members. But you’re actually being nice.”

Chan laughs and draws himself up to full height, looking up at my eyes, “So I can’t tell you I missed you?”

I smile down at him, ruffling his brown hair gently. “I never said that.”

Chan steps in front of me and puts both hands on either side of me, tilting his head up to look into my eyes. Making me blush.

“I did miss you.” Chan whispers, his face serious but his dark eyes soft and gentle.

I feel my chest warm as I lean down and rest my forehead against his, a soft sigh escaping his lips from the action.

“I missed you too, Chan.” I say. Hoping my voice conveyed my genuineness.

I start to pull away to sit up straight when Chan takes the back of my neck, holding me close to his face. His eyes focused on mine.

“Can I kiss you?” Chan whispers, his nose rubbing gently against mine.

I nod my head in response, my voice extinguished from our closeness. Realizing we had never kissed before. Chan steps a little closer to me before letting his lips rest on mine. The soft feeling sending chills down my spine and butterflies in my stomach.

Chan gently and slowly moves his mouth against mine. The kisses long and drawn out as he places both his hands on my cheeks, cupping my face as he kisses me. I felt myself become addicted to the way his lips moved against mine and how they tasted sweet like the coffee he had been drinking moments ago.

I detach his lips from mine slowly, keeping my face inches from his. “You really have missed me.” I giggle. Chan laughs as he wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me tightly.

Jun

“Jun, don’t be a baby.” I whine as I try to pull the blankets from him. Making him pull them tighter around his face.

“I’m not a baby! I just...don’t think I need to see this part.” Jun answers, his voice muffled from the blanket.

“It’s a scary movie, Jun. this isn’t going to be the only scary scene.” I point out. Still tugging at the blanket.

Jun shakes his head and buries himself deeper in the blanket, clearly not happy with my movie choice for our date night. I sigh and sit back on my heels. Then, a thought occurs to me.

“Jun,” I say, trying to take the blankets from him. “I have an idea that might help.”

This makes Jun peak his eyes out from the blanket, his dark eyes wide. But I at least had his attention.

“Whenever you get scared there’s something you can do to distract yourself.” I tell him, my heart hammering in my chest.

By now Jun had lowered the blanket completely, his eyes darting nervously from the TV to my face.

“What idea?” He asks curiously.

“This,” I whisper as I close the gap between us and press my lips against his. Jun sucks a breath in, his hands stayed at his sides awkwardly. The movie plays in the background, it’s music suspenseful but neither one of us notice.

Jun moves his hands to my arms as he begins to move his lips curiously against mine. I rest my hands on his chest before moving them up to his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.

When we pull away, our breaths fast, I smile in the dim lighting. “It took your mind off the scary movie didn’t it?” I breathe against his mouth.

Jun smiles, his voice deep, “I would be willing to watch scary movies more often now.” He says as he brings my lips back to his.

Seyoon

I smile as I sneak up behind my boyfriend, who sits in a chair waiting to have his makeup done for his concert.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, making him jump slightly and look in the mirror to see who was behind him.

I giggle lightly before saying, “Hi.”

A wide smile goes across Seyoons face, his cheeks soft looking in the light. “Hi. What are you doing here?”

I rest my head against his shoulder as I answer, “I wanted to see you before your concert. There’s a lot of people waiting outside the door to be let in.”

Seyoon smiles sweetly. His dark eyes looking me over before saying, “You’re the most important person I care about being here right now though.”

Butterflies go off in my stomach, I smile as I wrap my arms tighter around him. His hand goes to my wrist before linking our fingers together and kissing the back of my hand gently.

“Seyoon,” I say softly. Catching his attention making him look at me through the big mirror.

“Look at me.” I say softly. Seyoon turns his head slightly until he can see me out of the corner of his eye. I move closer to him and place my lips on the side of his mouth. Making him breathe in deeply.

I run my fingers through his hair as he tilts his head back to rest against my shoulder so I could have full access to his mouth. His fingers trace my cheek as our lips move softly against each other.

Seyoon pulls away slightly, his eyes still closed. “I’m going to have a hard time focusing on the concert now.” He chuckles, his fingers still on my cheek.

“That makes two of us.” I whisper before meeting his lips again.

Byeongkwan

Rain comes down heavily as me and Byeongkwan make it back to my apartment from our dinner.

We didn’t know it was going to rain so neither of us thought to bring an umbrella. I laugh as the rain hits my face and makes my hair and clothes wet.

Byeongkwan laughs at my cheerfulness. We don’t bother running, we just walk like we normally would as we make it down the dark streets.

By the time we reach my apartment rain soaks Byeongkwan’s white dress shirt and his blonde hair hangs over his eyes. Making my breath hitch and my head feel light.

Before I can stop myself I say, “Why are you so beautiful?” I clamp my hand over my mouth, heat rushing to my face.

Byeongkwan gives me a sideways grin, his unique eyes looking down at me. “Is that what I am?” He says, stepping closer to me.

I let out a nervous laugh but can’t seem to take my eyes off him. Byeongkwan reaches out and removes my hands from my face, holding them in his own.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, angel.” He says to me. His hands warm against my cold skin.

My heartbeat picks up as I step closer to him. The rain falling down harder, drowning out any noise around us. Byeongkwan leans his head down and runs his noise against my face, making me suck in a breath.

Before I know it his mouth is covering mine. Rain water dripping off our lips as we kiss. I rest my hands against his chest as his hands go to my hips.

We don’t pull away until a bolt of thunder splits across the sky, making us both jump apart. Byeongkwan laughs at my screech before resting his forehead against mine and pulling me close to him. The sound of the rain surrounding us as we get lost in each other.

Donghun

I walk nervously around the large airport waiting for my boyfriends flight to come in. My jacket hangs off one shoulder from me running from the car to inside the airport. The cold January wind biting at my skin.

I keep checking the long hallway he would be coming down, people file out of it one by one but none of them Donghun.

I finally sit down at a bench nearby and try not to fidget too much. I hadn’t seen Donghun in six months, his concerts and traveling filling up most of his time. I felt like I did when we went on our first date months ago before he left.

Not being able to sit still, I stand up again, checking the hallway again. I had almost turned around when I see a familiar head of dark brown hair walk down the hallway. A mask covers his face as he carries his suitcase.

Donghun see’s me and removes his mask, a wide smile spreading across his face.

I let out something between a sob and a laugh as I run to him. He drops his bag and catches me in his arms, his face hiding in my neck.

“Did you miss me?” He asks, a chuckle vibrating his chest as I hold him close to me.

I laugh before taking his face in my hands and pressing my lips to his. The action makes him tense under my touch, but he soon relaxes and wraps his arms fully around my waist before he deepens the kiss.

I smile against his mouth once we pull away, his arms still holding me close.

“To answer your question, I think I did miss you.” I tease.

Donghun smiles and kisses my forehead, holding me close to him. Enjoying being in each other’s company once more.

[ourneverendingpossibilities]

If only Words can Heal

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke Pairing: Kasamatsu Yukio x reader Rating: K+ A/N: Here’s the next chapter to the Kasamatsu series!! This time, it’s you comforting Kasamatsu during his loss to Touou. Honestly, I hope it makes sense, because I had the idea to comfort both boys, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. Once again, I uploaded this chapter super early on AO3 but just posting it on here now.  ______________________________________________

Golden hues stare at the ceiling, arms resting behind your head as the sound of music drown your thoughts. One leg bent, the other rests as you let your mind wander, full of emotion. It leaves you breathless, a few tears sliding down your cheeks as your gaze turns towards the outside.

Kaijou lost...

110-98.

Aomine Daiki truly was a monster.

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"If I have to be honest, I'm not sure who will win this game."

Everyone at Seirin turns their heads towards you, golden hues narrowed ever so slightly. By now, it was revealed you were Kise Ryouta's twin sister, but no one treated you differently. If anything, they were upset you didn't say something sooner. You sat between Kagami and Kuroko, head resting in the palm of your hands.

"Ryouta is strong. There's no doubt about that. Kasamatsu-senpai is an excellent captain, and Kaijou as a whole is stronger than us, despite losing to us in the practice match... However..."

They watch your expression, can feel the hesitance in your voice.

"Aomine-kun's potential is an unknown... We didn't scratch the surface of his abilities during our match."

Kagami's rage surges beside you, and you gently nudge him. He meets your stare before looking back at the match, nails digging into the palm of his hands.

"______-san is correct. In any case, it wouldn't be weird if either of them win... However, Kise-kun has never won against Aomine-kun in a one-on-one."

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You haven't spoken to either boys since that day, practice taking up most of your free time. Between studying and helping out with the team, you were left to deal with your inner turmoil on your own. The tension between Kagami and Kuroko was cleared, albeit lingering every now and then.. But it seems since that match, they've been in higher spirits.. As if their passion for basketball has been revitalized.

Your eyes dim then, remembering the conversation you had with Hyuuga and Izuki the previous day.

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"Izuki-senpai... Hyuuga-senpai... Do both of you have a moment?"

The boys blink, halting their practice to listen. They watch you fidget for a few moments, everyone else having gone to run laps outside. You briefly wonder if Riko intentionally did this so you could talk alone.

"A...About our match against Touou..." you start, not meeting their eyes. "I...I'm sorry I wasn't more supportive."

They look at each other in confusion, eyebrows raised before a sigh leaves their lips. You're not prepared for Hyuuga to thump your head, and it makes you yelp, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.

"Sheesh... I was wondering what you wanted to talk about... I didn't think it would be over something so stupid."

"W...What..."

"You've always been supportive ______! Why did you ever think you weren't?"

Your eyes widen at the captain's stern voice, seeing the truth blazing through his grey hues. Your mouth opens, preparing to retort his statement, when Izuki walks up to you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

"What Hyuuga means is, we've always had your support ____-chan... Our loss was a team loss.. You don't have to burden it alone."

Your golden hues widen, and you stubbornly rub them, not wanting the tears to slip down your cheeks. You sniffle for a few moments, trying to collect your thoughts together when a hand gently pats your head. You look up and see Hyuuga staring down at you, a soft frown on his lips.

"I don't know what happened back at Teiko... But you're at Seirin now... The only thing you have to do is show up and support us. Let me and Izuki handle the pain of losing.. Put your energy into being the best manager you can be."

You swallow, looking between both of them before feeling your eyes soften.

"W...What about our promise...?"

"D'aho!" Hyuuga shouts, messing up your hair roughly, "It's not your job to worry about that promise." he watches your expression change, and his eyes narrow, "I told you. That's my job to deal with. We will keep our promise to Kaijou.. To Kise... At the Winter Cup... But we can't do it without you."

You gasp lightly, feeling your lips quiver slightly at the conviction behind his words. You turn your head to look at the vice captain, seeing him smile softly at you. He nods his head, giving a thumbs up as he watches the interaction. You turn your gaze back towards the captain, finding yourself releasing a gentle sigh. A smile curls on your lips then, nodding your head.

"Of course... I'll do my best, captain!"

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It's then you sit up out of bed, almost out of breath at the revelation.. If you were feeling this way about your own team, there's a high chance Ryouta is feeling the same, if not worse about his loss... Which would explain the lack of responses from both him and your boyfriend. You turn your gaze to the screen beneath you, frowning at the time. If you were lucky, you'd be catching them just before they finished practice. Saturdays were extended due to no classes... You bite your bottom lip, jumping off the bed and grabbing a thin sweater. It didn't look like it would rain, so you took your chances.

Once you had your keys, and finished locking up the house, you ran to the train station, just hoping you could catch them before they left.

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You didn't think it would rain in Kanagawa, but it seems you were wrong, being caught in the downpour with little to protect you. Despite this, you urged yourself to run faster, silently grateful you chose to run with Seirin during practices. Your endurance seems to be getting better, if only slightly, but the rain was harder, pressing down on you as you picked up speed. The gates to Kaijou appeared in your sight, and you felt yourself breathe a sigh of relief...

Without wasting another moment, you head for the gym, ignoring the curious glances and hushed whispers of your appearance.

'Ryouta... Yukio...'

You reach the door in seconds, bending over to catch your breath. You should have brought a bottle of water to keep yourself hydrated, but there's a lot of things you should've done before coming. The important one was making sure they were here to begin with.

"K...Kise-chan?"

Your eyes widen, head snapping up at seeing Takeuchi standing there, mirroring your stunned expression. You stand up fully, finding yourself slightly nervous under his gaze, but keep your golden hues on him.

"H...How do you know me?"

Your voice snaps him from his thoughts, and he scratches his head. "I did my research, when I was recruiting Kise to Kaijou... I've seen you three times, but it's hard not to tell you're related to him." he explains calmly, nudging his head, "I'll take you to him.. Maybe you can snap him out of his funk."

"U...Um... Y...You can call me _____-chan, coach..." you stutter, internally smacking your head, "I.. I don't want many people knowing we're related."

His eyes widen slightly, before he nods in understanding. "Of course, _____-chan... I'll keep that in mind. You came just as we finished."

You don't say anything else, following behind the older man. Now that you were here, what were you going to say to him?

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The walk is shorter than you anticipate, and you find yourself nervously standing around. You try to scan your eyes across the gym, hoping to find a certain scowling boyfriend or your overly bright brother, but neither were around. Maybe you missed them by a few seconds?? But coach told you they were just finishing their practice... And you didn't notice either of them passing by during the walk...

So then...

"Senpai... About our match against Touou...."

Those words brought you out of your thoughts... Immediately your head snaps up, eyes wide at seeing the two men you were looking for, in the corner of the gym, away from everyone else... This reminds you of what happened a couple days ago, and you stay still, not wanting to alert them of your presence just yet.

"I'm sorry we lost... It's my fault.. I wasn't strong enough..."

The silence is deafening, and you want nothing more than to run to your brother... To hug him and reassure him..

"Baka, what are you talking about?"

Kasamatsu's voice cuts in, and your eyes snap towards him, watching with baited breath.

"Did anyone else blame you for our loss? When it comes to the loss of a match, that's not your job to take responsibility... That's mine as Captain... Your job as the Ace is to keep moving forward, and lead us to victory."

Kise's eyes widen at his words, finding himself speechless. However, before he can say a word, he feels something wet and warm wrap around his waist. Turning his head, he sees you burying your face in his back, shivering in your wet clothes...

Wait..

"_______-CCHI!!? What are you doing here!!?? Why are you wet?!"

Kasamatsu looks behind his ace, stunned at seeing you standing there... In wet clothes that cling in all the right places... Clinging tightly to your brother... His shock is replaced with anger at your appearance, wondering why the hell you didn't get a new pair of clothes... He sighs loudly, quickly running towards the change room, grabbing a pair of his spare clothing before returning. He places a towel on your head, rubbing your hair to get your attention, hoping you won't question his red cheeks.

"G....Go get changed _____-chan.... Then we will talk."

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You bury your face in the towel draped over your head, keeping your eyes on your feet. You can feel both Ryouta and Kasamatsu's stares boring into you, but you were too much of a coward to look up... Not only were they standing there, Kobori and Moriyama, hearing the ruckus, joined them, and you were now surrounded by tall men... You were thankful everyone else left, but the tension was still there, and you wished your voice would work.

"_____-cchi..."

Your eyes snap up, meeting your brother's as he bends down to be on your level. When you realize how close he is to your face, you bite back a growl, jumping off the bleacher and smacking him in the face with the towel. The action startles the boys, and you're staring down at your brother, trying so hard not to faint from adrenaline. What the hell was going on with you today?

"D...Don't get too close, idiot!!!" you hiss, willing the blush to go down, "I'm not a fragile doll... You don't need to be careful!"

Ryouta rubs his cheek, staring up at you with widen hues, before getting onto his feet, never taking his eyes off you.

"I wouldn't treat you that way if you opened your mouth and told me why you were here! Don't you have practice today?"

You open your mouth, prepared to retort, but immediately sigh, rubbing the back of your head.

"Maybe if you weren't ignoring me, I wouldn't have to come here to check in on you."

Both Ryouta and Kasamatsu stare at you in shock, while Kobori and Moriyama watch silently. They're trying to put the pieces together, but even they understood the double meaning behind your words... Not only were you addressing Ryouta, you were addressing their captain.

Oh...

"_____-cchi..."

You let out another heavy sigh, turning your body around to avoid looking them. "Forget it. It's clear you guys are fine. I was just worrying for nothing... Sorry for intruding..."

Kasamatsu knows there's more you want to say, but he can tell you're uncomfortable with the added audience... If there's one thing he's learned about you, you've never done well with a large group of people around. He turns to look at the three males, eyes hardening.

"Can you three leave me and _____-chan alone? There's something I need to discuss with her in private."

Ryouta and Moriyama look at him, ready to refuse his request, but stop mid way. They see the pain hidden behind his gruff words, and don't say another word. Kobori is quick to usher them out, not without Ryouta petting your head gently. He gives you a tender smile, one he's only reserved for you alone, before leaving with his senpais.. Truthfully, he probably wouldn't be much help, and he knows you're still trying to adjust to loss..

When the boys leave, you feel the tension roll off your shoulders in the form of a shuddering sigh. You see a bottle being held towards you, and you look at your boyfriend, who's trying to keep his blush at bay. You smile at him softly, taking it and drinking some, hydrating yourself from the run. It's then you stare at Kasamatsu, feeling butterflies dancing around in your stomach. Flashes of him banging fists against a locker echo in your mind, his frustrated tears and cries have been haunting you since that loss.. And yet, you hadn't found to courage to comfort him...

Instead, your eyes met Ryouta's for a few moments, before turning around and running away.

It's then your body acts on its own accord, running into his arms. It catches him off guard, the bottle hitting the ground with an echoing thud as your arms wrap tightly around his waist, burying your face in his chest. He manages to catch you on time, preventing a fall as he tightens his hold on you, burying his face in your hair. His heart is beating fast in his chest, but he focuses his breathing on you, how you're lightly shaking and this makes him frown... He pulls back slightly, cupping your cheek and gets a good look at your eyes. They're glassy and filled with tears, but you refused to let them all show, causing Kasamatsu's heart to ache.

"What's wrong, _____-chan?"

He watches your face, seeing the conflicting emotions dancing within those golden hues... His eyes darken when you bite your bottom lip, as if begging him to kiss you... He takes that moment to swoop in, replacing your teeth with his, nibbling softly on your lower lip. You feel your cheeks burn at his actions, grabbing onto his shirt tightly as you allow yourself to relax against him. His presence has always done that to you, made you vulnerable and weak. But it was never a bad feeling. He always made you feel safe. And it's that thought which makes you pull away, resting one hand against his cheek.

"Y...Yukio..." you whisper, taking a deep breath, "I... I'm sorry I didn't comfort you sooner...."

Your words make him gasp softly, blue hues widening as he assesses you.

"_____-chan..."

"I... I heard you.... T..That day.." you whisper, avoiding his gaze. Instead you rest your head against his chest. "I... I wanted to go in and comfort you so badly.. But... I.. I couldn't move..."

You wrap your arms around his waist tighter, holding him close.

"More than anything, I wanted to wrap you in my arms like this... Keep you close to me as I tell you... How proud of you I am... How you amazed me throughout the whole match, especially when you charged Aomine-kun..." you smile softly, trying to calm your nerves. "But, the one thing I will never forget, is how you helped Ryouta when he was at his lowest... You picked him up from the ground, and carried him to the finish line..."

You pull back, meeting his steel-blue hues with golden hues, "You saved him, Yukio.... Saved our relationship... And.. I don't know how I can ever thank you for what you've done..."

You felt the wetness hit your hands before it dawned on you.. But when you realized Kasamatsu was crying, you found your lips quivering at how endearing it was, how sweet and pure it was to see him just as vulnerable as yourself. You give him a bright smile, despite the tears, and lift a finger up to wipe away his, massaging his cheek. He lets out a shuddering sigh, and you take that opening to stand on your toes to press a tender kiss to his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, almost squealing when he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and burying a hand in his hair.

The kiss lasts a few moments, but it's long enough to get your point across, and you pull away, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He looks at you, finding his blush vanishing and replaced with a smile. A hand massages your head as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, holding you in his arms despite the aching from practice.

"Thank you, _____-chan..."

[chuyxjin]

I Like That (M)

Chan (Ace) x fem reader

⤳ enimes to lovers

a/n; sorry this is so poorly written! I haven’t written smut in a while and I’m trying to get back into it.

*knock* *knock*

You stood outside your best friends house awaiting the opening of the door. It had began to snow hard and you stood outside in only a hoodie and jeans.

*knock* *knock*

No one had yet to answer, surprised as three people lived inside the house. Your best friend Seeyoon, his boyfriend Byeongkwan and Yuchan... your least favourite person. You were over because they invited you to go out for lunch with them.

*knock* *knock*

This time slightly harder. You were getting colder and colder by the second, and more eager every moment that you weren’t inside. ‘God damn it’ you mumbled under your breath frustrated with the lack of an answer. Eventually you gave up, checking the door to see if it was unlocked, and then entering their house. Chan was sitting on the couch in their living room, headset on and controller in hand. One of his legs was on the side of his couch and the other was dangling over the edge. His attention was on the screen and his eyes never left the intense game of Call Of Duty playing on their tv.

“Jesus Chan...” You sighed walking inside, “do you know how fucking cold it is outside?” The only response was the sound of clicking from his controller. You took off your sneakers and walked in front of the tv to block his view. Chan groaned, taking off one ear of his headset.

“What do you want?” He asked in the most condescending tone. It was the way he talked to you that made you hate him. He annoyed you and made you feel like shit by acting like you were below him.

“Did you not hear me knocking?”

“I did... I ignored it” he laughed, “now can you move? I can’t see my game”.

“You’re an asshole. You know that right?” You said, in which he responded with a ‘mhm’. You huffed, “where’s Seyoon and Byeongkwan?”

“Out.”

“Out where?”

“Dunno.” You walked to the other side of the living room and sat on the couch. You stared at Yuchan, watching as he played his stupid game. You’ve never seen him so frustrated before, but the sight of him upset over a game just made you laugh. “You suck” you giggled watching him die.

“Oh really? I’d like to see you do better” he laughed sitting up, and holding the controller out slightly.

“No... I’m fine” you said shaking your head.

“No no... I wanna see you play.” He said in a sarcastic and condescending tone. “Actually... how about we play a game?”

“What kind of game?” You asked skeptical of his request. You knew he hated you and didn’t want anything to do with you, so his question confused you.

“We 1v1, and whenever someone loses, they take off an article of clothing of the other persons choice.”

“Fuck no” you laughed standing up, “when are they gunna be home.”

“Who cares?” He smirked grabbing another controller and handing it to you, “it’s just me and you, and I think you should play my game.”

“Fine. But I’m not getting naked” you agreed grabbing the controller. The first game didn’t take long with him killing you immediately, and him laughing. “And you said I suck... take off your hoodie”.

“Fuck you... this game is stupid” you said setting down the controller.

“You’re such a poor sport... pick up the controller... come on!” He laughed getting ready to start a new round. You shook your head sitting back on the couch with your legs crossed. “How cold did you say it was?” He asked looking outside. You gave him a confused gaze before he grabbed your hips and threw you over his shoulder.

“Chan!” You yelled holding onto his hoodie, “put me down”

“I will... in the snow” he laughed walking with you outside. His arm wrapped around your leg, gripping the inside of your thigh with his hand. He was warm. And his hair was soft. He also smelt good.

“Yuchan... please” you whined kicking your legs slightly, “I’ll play your stupid game just put me down!” He laughed before finally setting you down beside the 3 foot deep snow bank. You gently hit his shoulder, and stormed back into the house stopping in the doorway. Making dead eye contact, you pulled off your hoodie and threw it on the floor, which now left you in a skin tight black lingerie type body suit.

The second round took slightly longer than the first as you were finally getting a hang of the game, but nonetheless, you died.

“Your pants please” he smirked, tugging on the side of your jeans. You complied, standing up and pulling them off. You were now in a lace body suit that showed off most of your body but was modest enough to not show the parts that weren’t meant to be seen.

The third round, you won. You weren’t sure if it was out of pitty, or if he just wanted you to win so he could strip, but you won.

“Hoodie” you smiled looking at him take it off. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so you were greatest with a naked and sculpted torso. His pecks were perfectly apart and his abs were beautifully shaped. The sight of him made you stomach twist. For a second, you forgot you were supposed to hate him, cause all you wanted to do was look at him.

Round four you won. This time, you knew he let you.

“Shorts” you smiled at him, gently touching his thigh.

He stood up and pulled off his pants. You could see a subtle bulge starting to form with made slowly began to turn you on. The feeling grew in your stomach, and you heat warmed up, slowly becoming wet. You squeezed your knees together looking at him almost entirely naked. He moved a piece of hair out of your face looking at you in your vulnerable state.

“You’re beautiful” he smiled, placing a hand on you cheek, “can I kiss you?” You nodded, then felt his lips against yours in a slow kiss. It was just a gentle peck, but it felt good. His lips were soft, they felt nice against yours, and you wanted to kiss them again.

Chan sat back down next to you, and handed you your controller.

Round five you lost, but at this point you didn’t care.

“Your... uh... body suit” he said looking at your figure up and down. This was the very thing you disagreed to at the beginning of this game, but yet again, you never saw yourself kissing Yuchan. Slowly you took off the straps of your lingerie, sliding it down and off your body to reveal your naked chest and nude heat.

“Fuck” Chan growled looking at your boobs. He grabbed your hands to pull you closer to him, till you eventually sat on his lap, straddling him. His hands were soft as they grabbed your boobs, squeezing them softly. His thumb brushed over your nipple, as his lips attached themselves to your collarbone. Your hands found their way to his beautiful black hair, tugging on it gently as you rocked your hips back and forth in his hardened length.

“Fuck” he moaned against your skin, moving his hands from breasts to waist, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“I wanna fuck you too” you whispered into his ear, and that was his cue to flip you over. He was now between your legs, and his hand found it’s way to your clit. The pleasure of his fingers against a spot that’s never been touched by anyone but yourself was unbearable. In the moment you had forgotten that you’re supposed to hate Chan, but you just wanted him to love you. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking your skin to leave as many marks as possible. You felt his finger slowly slide inside you, which gave you a sensational feeling throughout you entire body. To add to the pleasure, you rolled your hips to his movements keeping in rhythm with his fingers. His lips moved from your neck down to your thighs, kissing every inch of them, while still keeping his fingers inside you. He slid his tongue between your folds, licking up your clit sending chills through your spine. The mix of his fingers hitting your spot perfectly and his tongue against your sensitive ball.

“Chan... can you just fuck me already” you moaned gripping his hair softly. He didn’t hesitate to pull off his underwear, and slowly slid himself inside you. A loud whine left your lips as he gently pushed in and out of you. His hand found their way to your boobs as he fucked you harder and harder whenever you’d moan louder. You squeezed your eyes shut gripping the side of the couch. You’d never felt any amount of pleasure like this. A knot started building in your core, and you could feel your walls start to tighten around him. His plush lips kissed yours as his hips buckled into your core. Your dug your nails onto his perfect back leaving dark red marks along it.

“Fuck... I’m gonna cum” you moaned, rolling your hips with his to help increase your pleasure.

“Cum for me baby girl” he groaned fucking you as hard as he could. His lips against your neck, his dick sliding against your walls, and his hands on your boobs forced you to release yourself onto him. He hummed pleased with you, and a simple “good job” left his lips. He slowed his pace, riding out his high, pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

Your breath was heavy and your legs ached. When you looked up, you saw Chan slide back on his shorts and walk away. Typical Chan. Of course he’d walk away. But you were wrong, he kneeled next to you with a wet cloth to clean off the cum along your thighs and stomach. He looked so sweet and touched you so gently as he cleaned you up.

“Y/n?” He smiled grabbing his hoodie to put it on for you. You sat up grabbing your jeans to slide them on.

“Yes chan?”

“I like you” his face flushed with red as a smile danced on your lips. You never expected to hear those words from your mouth, and you never expected to be feeling the same thing.

“I like you too!” You smiled, kissing his soft lips once more.

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Longer story in which reader doesn't like when people touch her or are too loud around her (it's stressful and embarrassing for her) but slowly gets used to her boyfriend's touch. With Iwaizumi and/or Kuroo.

{Uwaah I’m tired! I somehow managed to write this haha! I made it more of an everyday experience with Iwa-chan~! I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting!!}

My quiet morning walk changes for the worst when I turn onto the road that leads to my new school. Gulping the remaining saliva in mymouth, I began my decent down the road, my destination: the school that isbrand new to me. It wasn’t my idea to start my second year at Aoba Johsai, butmy family decided the school was cheaper to attend than the one I previouslywent to. I was nervous, but I was determined to make it work. Plus, it wasn’tlike I didn’t know anyone at Aoba, I do have a boyfriend here after all.

Walking through the large gathering of student bustlingabout and chatting with each other, I tried my best to avoid any unwantedcontact. Scurrying over to the left-hand side of the front gate, I pulled outmy phone to re-read the messages Iwaizumi sent me. Passing a few buildings, andwalking through the courtyard, I found myself in front of the volleyball gym.

“Oh~? Is that (F/n)-chan I see?” Oh no…not now. I turnquickly, seeing the unmistakable sight of a certain brunette running towards me.My mind freezes, and I become unable to move. I didn’t want a scene, but withOikawa, that thought was shattered. Now he’s only about three feet from me, butmy legs feel like rocks, and my arms are frozen in front of my chest.

“I haven’t seen you in years~” He yells, reaching out,undoubtedly to give me an unwanted hug.

“You’re still as cute–ack!” Then his body is suddenly pulledbackwards, and he half falls backwards, a figure catching him under thearms. Oikawa looks up and his face pales. My boyfriend, the volleyball captain’s best friend, and ace, wasthe one holding him by the collar.

“I-Iwa-chan! That’s mean! I was just trying to say ‘hi’ to anold friend!” He tries to reason, but Iwaizumi’s brows were furrowed, and hismouth turned down in a frown.

“No. You know they never liked being touched, even if youare an old friend. Besides, I would appreciate it if you didn’t try anythingfishy with my girlfriend.” He gets quiet at the end, only loud enough forOikawa and I to hear. My face gets hot. Oikawa chuckles.

“Fair enough!” He says, putting his hands in the air indefeat. Iwaizumi helps him to his feet. Brushing himself off, he dramaticallybows a bit in my direction.

“Sorry for scaring you!” He says, his voice causing me toflinch, Iwaizumi sighs, and bops his friend on the head. Oikawa makes eyecontact with me, and I wave it off and accept his apology. He stands upstraight again, and we hear the warning bell ring. His face goes pale again,and he starts running towards the gym saying he forgot he had a meeting withthe coach. My boyfriend sighs again, and rest his hands on his hips, shakinghis head towards the back of his team captain, causing me to smile softly. Heapproaches me then.

“Are you ok? Sorry he can be kinda…extra.” He explains,rubbing the back of his neck. I smile, a light giggle escaping my lips.

“Yeah, I’m good, and I remember him, but he seems worse now.” I say, looking towards where he disappeared, I turn back to Iwaizumi. “It’s really nice to see you again.”  

We have been an item ever since the last day of middle school,but it was a little long distant. We both had high school, so we could onlyspend weekends together, but he had practice every free day recently, becauseof the upcoming sports season. He gave a calming smile, and replied. 

“I missed you, too. We should probably get to class. Here, I’llshow you to your class.” He comes up next to me, to walk next to me. Itentatively reached for his larger hand, but my hand shook slightly as itclosed in. Why does this have to be so hard? He’s my boyfriend. I breathed in,and close the gap, grabbing his hand firmly. He jumps a bit at the suddengrip, but then relaxes seeing my concentration face. He chuckles lightly. 

“You don’t have to push yourself. It’s been a while, afterall.” He says, pulling up my hand to look at it. My face gets hot, and I turnaway.

“I-I like to hold your hand. S-so don’t question my actions!” I say,my voice shaking from the amount of effort I had to put into it to make it loudenough for him to hear over the growing crowd.

As if knowing my growingdiscomfort in the increase in humans, Iwaizumi pulls my hand to rest behind hisback, so that he makes a little aisle for me to walk down, free from the occasional brush of the arm or shoulder. I gratefully accepted his help,and walked behind him, only about a foot from his back, watching as our feetmoved in sync. I smiled looking at his back, the muscles just barely visiblethrough the thick fabric. I then look at his hand, noticing how gently he isholding it, and I’m reminded of how much I love this man. My smile grows and Ionly look up when he stops abruptly, causing me to bump into his back. Hechuckles at me and my face gets hot. I pull on his hand a bit, a pout coming tomy face. He just smiles and hands me my printed schedule again.

“Here is your class.” He gestures to the door with my roomnumber on it. He then turns back to me. “I’ll meet you after school at the front gate, ok? Don’tleave without me!” He says, his smile becoming cheerful. I nod, and look at ourhands, still entwined, and frown. I just got used to holding it, now I have tolet go? My hand gets lifted up, and I follow it with my eyes as it rises up toIwaizumi’s lips. He kisses it softly, and whispers. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you hold it anytime you want, ok?” Hesays. I giggle, and pull my hand out, play slapping his shoulder, and helaughs. “Glad your getting comfortable. I’ll see ya later!” He says as he turnsand walks down the hall, presumably towards his classroom. I turn to entermine, and I breathe in, readying myself for the inevitable headache, as I walkin to the noisy classroom.

The day wasn’t too bad. There were some loud guys, andgossipy girls, but luckily, only a few people talked to me. I replied politely,but they quickly left me when they realized I wasn’t exactly sociable. Atlunch, I was sitting at my desk, about to enjoy my packed lunch, when a girlwalks up to the desk in front of mine, and sits down gracefully on the seat,facing me with a smile. A smile appears on my face as if she was using magic. I already remember her name from introductions earlier.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you!” She says, her voice wassoft, and gentle, not at all like the loud students before. I sigh in reliefand respond in kind, smiling. We share our lunch time talking together, and bythe end, I can safely say that she is an acquaintance, but given a few days, Ican tell we’ll be friends.

As the final bell of the day rings, I smile softly, mynerves have stayed nice today. I pack my things up, say a quiet goodbye to mynew ‘acquaintance’ and walk down the hall. All I can think of is how much Iwant to share my good first day with Iwaizumi. I didn’t notice the group ofguys until it was too late. Walking past them, one of the outside guys getspushed in my direction, and next thing I know, I’m sitting on the floor. The hall went silent. Myday was going so well! Why did this have to happen? Tears sprang to my eyes asthe embarrassment set in. I quickly collected my dropped items, I heard somechuckling from the group the kid came from. I forced myself to glare up at them.Their eyes were all on me, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“(L-L/N)?” I hear from down the hall. I look over thatdirection, and see Iwaizumi running towards me. The chuckles die down, as thegroup of guys realize who is running to my rescue.

“What happened? Are you ok?” He asks, his face covered inconcern. Reaching for some of my fallen items. I rub the tears from my eyes before I respond.

“A-ah..I tripped and fell, it’s ok, I’m ok.” I assure him, afake smile plastered on my face. His brow furrow and he holds a hand out for meto pull me off the cold tiled floor. I gratefully accept it, but immediatelylet go when I’m upright again. He glances over to the group of guys as themurmur behind our backs, casting quick glances towards us. Iwaizumi looks likehe’s about to say something, but I just pull on his sleeve. He takes one lookat my face, sighs, and turns to start walking. I catch up to him and timidlyplace my hand in his, his eyes flicker over to mine, and he clasps his fingersaround my hand. My eyes drift to the floor, watching my feet. As soon as we’reoutside, he pulls me to the side, and we walk over to a secluded shady area. Myface gets hot thinking about being caught alone with Iwaizumi, but then Iremember that it would be better if people knew the two of you were alreadytake. He abruptly sits, and pats the bench next to him. I sit slowly, and lookat him. He smiles and asks how my first day was.

Excitedly, I recall my newfriend, and he smiles at the story. The whole time we exchange how our dayswere, he gently rubs his thumb on the back of my hand. A smile creeps onto myface at this small gesture. I look up to his eyes and notice now that he looksa bit uncomfortable, and is looking at the ground at his feet. I tilt my headto enter more into his periphery.

“Iwaizumi? I-is everything ok?” I ask, squeezing his hand abit tighter. He turns his head towards me, a pained smile on hisface, I swallow. I think I know what this is about. I look around quickly as hesighs, shaking his head that nothing is wrong, and looks back to the ground.Breathing in deeply, I release his hand and instead grab onto either side ofhis face, swiveling it to face me. I then squeeze my eyes tightly, to block outhis surprised expression, and I place my lips firmly on his. It takes him onlya couple of seconds, and then he kisses me back. It was only a quick smooch,but that was my current limit. Pulling away, my face is now burning, and I turnaway from him slightly, and speak again.

“I-I’m sorry that I am this way…but–” I start to say, butmy chin is pulled to face him again. His features are painted with a gentlesmile and his eyes show understanding. My shoulders relax, the tension releasing. I return a smallgrin.

“I know you’re trying. I’m not trying to force you to doanything you don’t want. I’m here for you.” He says, his hand releasing from mychin, and for the first time in all my life, I felt like he released it toosoon.

My face fills with surprise, and he cocks an eyebrow. I smile andshake my head. Grabbing his hand tightly, I stand up and pull him with me. Hechuckles when I tell him he is going to be late for practice, reminding himthat if he was even a tiny bit late, Oikawa would unleash his wrath in the formof verbal picking…again. I’m really looking forward to this new school life, the feeling of excitement from new opportunities to get closer to Iwaizumi. 

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YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND how about mutual pining! fluff with iwaizumi, tsukki and/or kenma? fem!reader? Maybe something like always being very touchy with each other and one night when hanging out it just leads to a confession or a... kissy kiss kiss... only if you want to though! i hope you are doing good and are comfortable with this babes<33

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader; Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader; Kei Tsukishima x Fem!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: sweARING, mention of death in iwas part, nsfw joke in tsukkis but not too bad

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: FRIGGING HECK YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I: SIMP FUCK Also I somehow forgot about what the request was and kinda did it different aoisdflx :( If you don’t like it I will be willing to rewrite it honey <3 

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: Confessing after long pining

Hajime Iwaizumi

Toxic small ballerinas were dancing around him, landing on all surroundings and sugar coating the landscape. He hated it. The first snow, he promised himself to confess to you after years of pinning. Sadly, it wasn’t warm enough to make the snowflakes turn into raindrops, and sadly he couldn’t back out, especially after telling Oikawa that he would confess to you. The ace was speechless from the first day he saw you, how could a human look this perfect? He was whipped, to say the least, maybe even would fucking simp for you.

“Hajime” Your voice echoed through the hallway, catching everyone’s attention and even his. He turned around, only to see you running towards him. It was the first week you were there as first year, and he was already in second year. Maybe his reason to confess finally in winter was because it would be the last season he would see you, or maybe because he met you in winter. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into his mind, and why right in that moment, he had to think about him confessing to you on the first snow day. Perhaps he liked to imagine the snow falling on you, catching your eyelashes, maybe also your hair.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa suddenly exclaimed, making the called boy groan in annoyance. “I told you not to call me like that!” He answered in an annoyed manner,  almost ripping out his hair with only his words. “I am sorry!” The male apologized quickly, but the smirk plastered quickly after over his lips. “So,” he started, looking over at his best friend. “Today is your day, huh?” he mocked, making the ace scoff once again. “Shut your mouth, shittykawa!” his hand lifted, giving the captain a small hit on his head, followed by a whine “Why you gotta be like that, iwa-chaaan” He didn’t know either.

After all, Oikawa was right. He had to confess, now or never. It was his third year, and he didn’t want to let the chace slip. Not this time.

“Iwa, if you leave after third class… will we keep in touch?” Your voice was so fragile. It was like it caused a reaction in his mind that made him want to hug you and tell you that he would never do that. He would always talk to you, even if he would go to university, or do something else.

He loved you too much to stop talking to you after his third year. “Of course, Y/N. Only death can tear us apart” he assured you, patting your head slowly

With a deep breath, he hoped to get rid of his negative thoughts.

What if you would reject him?

What if you would hate him?

What if you liked Oikawa more?

What if-

“Hajime, what are you doing here?” You stood behind the tall male, making him turn around and look down.

Right, what was he doing in front of your classroom? It’s not like you two had classes together. “Can we talk?” he asked. Your gaze quickly brushed over the clock to check the time, then you nodded. “Sure” With a relieved sigh, his hand automatically reached out for you, his fingers slowly wrapping around your wrist. His touch was so gentle, almost like you were the dancing white ballerinas that had been outside all day, and he didn’t want you to melt.

His feet led you two outside, and before you could even speak up, to ask him why he led you outside, his body made a 180° turn. “I really like you”

Not once would you have guessed that three words could have caught you off guard this much.

The blush on your face sadly did not go unnoticed by Iwaizumi, and the snowflakes that landed on your face didn’t cool your face down either. A small chuckle escaped his lips, making you heat up even more. “You will make the snow melt around you” he jokingly added, making the situation much easier with his joke, and you even cackled a laugh.

“I like you too, Hajime” if the snow didn’t melt around you guys by now, it would definitely do now.

His face heated up, but a fainted smile brushed over his lips. His arms reached out for your body, slowly clinging around you and pulling him into his warm chest. “Was it your plan to confess on the first snow?” you asked, muffling those words since your face was buried into his chest. “Yeah, you told me that you always wanted to get confessed on the first snow.” “You remember?”

“Every single detail.”  

Kenma Kozume

The pink cherry tree never sat well with Kenma. He hated the bright color of the tree, it somehow exhausted him extremely much.

And he also hated it because everyone confessed under that tree.

“Did you hear it already? Sana confessed under the cherry tree that’s next to our school! And her crush didn’t reject her! Even though Sana was sure that she was straight…” you rambled excitedly, staring into the nothing. It was the end of winter, and spring would come soon. He wasn’t very excited, but you were. “I wish someone would confess to me this romantically” At that moment, he didn’t know how much those words would matter to him now. “Sounds cheesy” he admitted, but his gaze quickly flicked back to his switch. “Shut your mouth!” You whined out, not really hurt by his words, but you definitely hated the fact that he didn’t care at all.

You two had been childhood friends, along with Kuroo. People would only find you as a trio or just alone, there was no duo between you three. That’s why Kenma doubted that you would like him back. Sometimes, it felt like you were avoiding him, but that did not stop him from pining after you. Each day, the desire to make you his grew, and with each day growing it felt like you were only getting more and more distant.

“Hey pudding head, what’s wrong?” Kuroo, who of course noticed his lately rather bad mood while practice, asked him, giving him a rather worried look. “Nothing” his answer was short, short enough to make it seem a little suspicious yet also to make it sound like a normal response. “You like her?” The question was definitely strong enough to make Kenma slightly shiver before his head slowly picked up itself to look at Kuroo. “Yeah” his word came out almost whispered. “You should confess then” He would, really, if it wasn’t for the cherry tree he hated so much.

He didn’t even know why he hated it in the first place, maybe because he was scared of rejection and would hate school even more if he would pass the tree and think of the way his heart broke.

Or he was just simply disgusted by the cheesy confessions. Either way, there was no way he would- “You should do it soon, Lev also is about to confess” Kuroo interrupted his thoughts.

Shit.

“Do you like Lev?” “I mean, he is cute” You shrugged gently, then looked over at Kenma “Why are you asking?” “Ever since he saw you he can’t shut his mouth about you” The small giggle you let out that day was one of the few memories he would never forget. “Ah I see. But he isn’t really my type.”

Right after practice, you waited for Kuroo and Kenma as usual. And like usual, you got them Onigiri from the store that was pretty nearby school. You always went there to do something between school end and practice end, so it wouldn’t be too boring for you.

As soon as the gym door opened, Kenma stepped out the first and immediately walked up to you without and words. “Let’s go, I need to talk to you” He ordered, not really in an aggressive or mean manner, but rather scared one. With a small nod, you quickly started to pick up with his pace and followed him up to the cherry blossom tree.

Honestly? You kinda figured by now what his plan was.

“So uh…” his voice drifted off into the air. The pink flowers were falling down around you, making it look like tinted pink snow, just it was less cold and it looked more mesmerizing.

“Yeah?” You kinda tried to hint him, kind of tried to make him notice that you were waiting for the three words.

But he didn’t seem to understand very well. Actually, he barely understood what you wanted to hint to him. The falling cherry blossoms irritated him slightly, making his mind mixed up.

“Oh well, I…” his hair fell forward, covering his face a little as he looked down at the floor. “I like you too”

You swore, that if he hadn’t been blushing before, he was right now. His face turned red, but luckily the sun setting kind of helped to cover it up. “Wha-” his breathed hitched in his throat, but a small smile finally hushed over his lips. “Oh, I like you, Y/N. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, of course Kenma. I’d love to!”

Maybe the cherry tree wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

Kei Tsukishima

His feelings were like bad weather, maybe like a rainy day. He couldn’t control them, and sometimes his feelings were feeling good, and sometimes bad. For example, whenever he saw you around other boys, it was definitely a rainy day, maybe mixed with some thunders. If you were laughing around him, it was definitely a warm and sunny day.

And if you would compliment him? It was a blooming day, full of nice flowers. But not even once he was able to compare a day to weather with a rainbow.

After rain, always a rainbow would follow, but somehow, not even once that happened to him.

“Y/N” His gaze almost bored a few holes into your eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat. “Yeah?” Your voice almost broke in the middle of the word, but he obviously didn’t mean to sound and look so intimidating. He just meant it nice, to call your name and get your attention. But you seemed to be more terrified than to be happy.

“Sorry” he sighed out, making you quickly shake your head “No no it's okay Tsukki!” You assured him, patting his shoulder. With his finger, he slightly pushed up his glasses, then sighed once again.

It was definitely a windy day today, he thought.

“Shouldn’t we get inside?” you asked, while slightly shaking and hugging yourself. It was really windy, too windy if he was honest, and since he didn’t want you to catch a cold, he took you to his house, that was much closer than yours. It was the first day where you got to see his Mom and his brother, also the first time you ever get into his house. It was something special, with no questions.

“My Mom wants to see you again” he broke the silence, making you nod a little and smile. “Did you bring your umbrella?” The question was kind of out of context for him, it was thrown into the room without and side information. “No…” “It looks like it will rain” You pointed out of the window, and his gaze followed your finger. The grey clouds took the suns to light away, making it pretty dark outside. But even though the sun didn’t shine anymore, your smile would still shine.

“We will have to run through the rain” you added, tilting your head a little. While you were admiring the clouds, he was admiring you. He couldn’t help but wonder when he could finally confess.

Maybe if the rainbow he had been missing shows up, he might confess.

“Have you ever seen a rainbow?” Your question was so innocent, making his heart melt right in place. “Yeah. Nothing special.” “Well, I did not!” You whined out, punching playfully and gently his shoulder. He almost smiled at your action, maybe even did smile slightly. “You won’t die without getting to see a rainbow” It was his way to reassure you that one day, you would get to see that colorful spectrum.

It was after school, where the rain was still pouring, but the clouds had already moved away.

A rainbow.

Tsukishima could feel it, that soon, there would appear a bright rainbow in the blue sky.

While the rain was pouring down on you two, you were probably the one who couldn’t care less. Maybe you even enjoyed the water running down your body, making everything wet and making your hair stick to your face. “Did you purposely not bring an umbrella?” “No!” it shot out of your mouth almost like a gun, making him chuckle a little and shake his head. “You enjoy getting wet, huh~” he hummed, in a teasing manner, making you blush a little. “Shut your mouth, saltyshima” you whined out again, looking now at the floor for a few seconds.

Cute.

That’s what you had been all day, cute.

“Y/N” After a few minutes, he called you, making you look up at the male next to you. “Mh?” “Look” He was looking at the sky, and curiously, you followed his gaze until realization hit you. The colorful spectrum that painted itself on the sky, stealing its attention and getting all the attention from the students amazed you.

“Woah, a rainbow!” you exclaimed, making him nod a little.

“It’s so pre-” “I like you.” his words were really random, and all the time you had been staring at the rainbow, he had spend staring at you. “Really much” he added, trying to get you out of your shock. Your lips slowly parted, and excitement took already over you.

A rainbow and a confession.

“I like you too, Kei”

And that’s how the first day with the rainbow got to one of his best memories.

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