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yaku-soba · 3 years

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everything i could never say to you (i wrote into a song)

༶•┈┈ semi eita x gn!reader | light angst, eventual fluff

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warnings/tags: childhood best friends to lovers, this bad boy can fit so much pining in it, in this fic semi plays the guitar and the piano and also sings, i looped sorry for writing all the songs about you by clara mae while writing this and it shows

word count: 2k

a/n: a repost from my old account!! re-reading this made me realize how much my writing has changed :””) i hope yall enjoy this!!

summary: All of his songs are about you. Eita doesn’t know how to write anything else.

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Eita’s had many favourite singers. He doesn’t remember them all, because there are too many, but there’s an interview he’d watched once, back in his first year of middle school that sticks with him.

Find a muse, he remembers the singer saying - he doesn’t remember their name anymore, but he knows these words by heart - find a muse, and write them into your music.

(It’ll be the most painful thing you’ve ever sung, but it will be the most beautiful.

He hadn’t understood what the singer had meant, then.)

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“Semi-semi!” You shout gleefully as you throw open the doors to the gym. Catching Tendou’s eye, you shoot him finger-guns, smiling even as your best friend storms towards you, the volleyball in his hand flying against the side of Tendou's head.

“Out,” he says gruffly, catching you by the back of your collar, and you wave a jaunty salute at the rest of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team as Eita hauls you out of the gym.

“That was mean,” you pout, turning when he finally lets go of you, “and after I came all the way here to pass you your math homework.” You drawl the word all, and delight in the tick in Eita’s brow.

Your best friend sighs, massaging his temple in a way that has no business looking that all-suffering, “I never should have let you meet Tendou.”

Laughing, you hand him the worksheet he’d left under his table. “We would have met anyway,” you point out, “seeing as he had a puppy crush on me back in first year.”

Eita stiffens, and the hand taking his worksheet from you crumbles into itself.

“You’re crumpling the worksheet,” you say, “what, are you jealous?” You wink, your tone just shy of flirtation.

(You wish you were brave enough to just ask.)

He laughs, voice cracking, and the sound grates more than it should.

“Of course not,” he says, free hand smoothing out the wrinkles until it’s like they were never there, “I just wouldn’t wish you on anyone.”

“Right,” you agree easily, “says Semi-I’ve-been-single-my-entire-high-school-career-Eita.”

Your best friend scowls at that. “There’s still a few months,” he argues, and you brush off the rest of his statement by pushing him back into the gym.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, grinning, “I bet you’re a real heartbreaker, Eita.”

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The first song Eita writes that’s worth mentioning is about you.

It’s full of steady strums and simple notes, and when his lips form the lyrics, he sees in his mind's eye the way the sun catches in your lashes in the way they do on gentle spring afternoons. He’s long since memorized the way it drips across your cheeks, honeyed gold like the belly of the guitar that he’d promised himself he’d save up for.

(It’ll be the most painful thing you’ve ever sung, but it will be the most beautiful. Eita hadn't understood it at twelve. At eighteen, he thinks he does.

He understands it now, as a third-year usurped by his junior. Every game he doesn’t spend as the starting setter stings like road burn, but still the court beckons like a mirage in a desert and he cannot let go.

Eita learns to tell himself that this is okay. He’s fine with being a pinch server if it means he gets to stand on the court. At least he still gets to hear the squeak his shoes make against the wood when he takes off like a bird in flight.

So - of course Eita understands, he’s your best friend, after all. And he knows that’s all he’ll ever be.)

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Once, when you were children freshly enrolled in middle school, Eita had asked you to be his muse.

You still remember how nervous he had been, how his hands - long even at their age, beautiful like a pianist or a setter’s - shook. You remember the blush across his cheeks, cherry blossom petals you had wanted to keep.

You wonder if he still remembers, if he still writes his songs with you as his muse.

You wonder if they're love songs.

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Sometimes, you think that he might like you back.

It’s a thought that you can’t help thinking whenever you catch him staring at you a breath too long, when he makes eye contact with you the moment right before he serves (intense), whenever his fingers linger on your arm (butterfly kiss-light).

Sometimes, he looks at you the way he strums his guitar - gently, all adoration and other soft things. He’ll look at you with the corners of his eyes crinkled (just slightly, like origami), and his lips stretched into a small smile - and your heart will leap, it’ll tumble gracelessly, and you’ll think, what if.

But you are, at heart, a coward. You love Eita more than you have ever loved someone else, and it terrifies you - you don’t know what you’ll do if you lose your best friend.

You don't want to find out. You'll learn to satisfy yourself with just his friendship, because you know, without a doubt, that losing it will kill you.

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All his songs are about you.

It’s not even that Eita’s trying. He writes a lyric and realizes it’s a metaphor for your eyes; he hums a verse and finds that it’s the exact pentatonic scale of your laugh.

You’ve wormed your way into every page of his music and into every turn of phrase, and Eita cannot stop hearing you in every song. It’s keeping him from writing anything else.

It's only terrifying because he doesn't know if he wants to write anything else. He tries not to think too much about it, but sometimes - only sometimes - he thinks that by writing you into every note and every lyric, he can make you his. Even if it's only for the length of a song.

(He wonders what you’d say if you heard them.

He wonders if you’d hear the arching crescendo, the way it builds and builds and builds before overflowing, crashing like a wave against the shore - and know that it’s about that night you’d crawled through his bedroom window just because he’d called you, upset. He wonders if you’d pick out the light, sure-footed rhythm that he hides in all of his music and know that it’s a desperate imitation of the thousands of times you’d skipped ahead of him on the walk home.

Eita wonders and wonders and wonders, and knows that the only dreams that hurt him are those that he wants, more than anything else.)

He doesn’t let you listen to the songs he composes, anymore.

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It comes to a head two weeks before graduation.

You’re late to lunch with your friend, rushing down the halls with your bag slipping down your shoulder, when you hear it.

There’s someone playing the piano in Shiratorizawa’s perpetually-empty music room, and it’s the rawest thing you’ve heard since the first song of Eita’s that he’d let you listen to.

(It had been simple, no fancy chord progressions, no key change or two-part melody.

When he’d sung it to you, all you could see was the graceful line of his neck, traced by the sunlight through the window of his bedroom, and the tenderness of his fingers on the strings.)

You pause, peering through the tiny window in the door.

It’s Eita. Your next exhale is shaky.

He’s playing a song you don’t know on the piano, and after a few bars you realize it must be one of his own. It’s played too adoringly to be anything else.

It feels like cheating, crouching like a thief outside of the music room, hunched so he can't see you through the window in the door. Eita hasn't played his songs for you in ages, and while you're happy that you finally can hear them, listening to them this way feels too much like a betrayal.

You've just resolved yourself to knock on the door when he starts playing the first song he ever sung to you.

It's a little different - there are triplets now, and they stumble into each other the way you remember tripping into Semi the night you'd skinned your knee and cried, back when you were nothing but children. The phrasing is different, too; there are more arcs now, and every slur feels heady, feels giddy like the brush of his hands against yours on the evenings you walk home with him after he’s finished volleyball practice.

It's different, more complicated. But it's still unmistakably Eita, and every press of piano keys tugs at your heartstrings like calloused fingers on a guitar.

(You think it sounds like heartbreak, slow in the making. It sounds like a decade's worth of nights spent staring at the lit room in the house next to yours, trying to make out his silhouette through the drawn curtains.)

"You should play that for Y/n," someone says suddenly, and you startle before you realize that it came from inside the music room. The voice speaks again, and you recognize it as Tendou's. "It's not as hopeless as you think it is, take the Guess Monster's word for it!"

There's a pause, and you strain your ears to hear Eita's reply.

"This isn't a game, Tendou," is all your best friend says. He sounds defeated, but you can't even focus on that, not when this sounds so much like what you want that it's too good to be true. "And there's no way Y/n thinks of me that way. Even if I-"

You lean closer, pressing your ear to the door more firmly-

-And lose your balance. There's a moment of too-loud silence as Eita cuts himself off abruptly when you tumble into the room, and the three of you look at each other in shock.

Tendou is the first to move. "Well," he says cheerfully, blissfully ignoring the pleading looks you send his way as he stands, "guess I’ll leave you two to it!"

He grins as he walks past you and through the doorway. You’ve never despised him more than you do in that moment.

You turn your gaze back to Eita, mind racing even as you know that it's blatantly obvious that you'd been eavesdropping. You’re still half-sprawled on the ground.

Eita clears his throat. "Um," he starts eloquently. You're struck with the reminder of what he’d been about to say.

Even if you what? You think desperately. What were you going to say?

"Eita," you say, testing his name on your tongue like you haven't already spoken it enough times to fill the seas, "what were you going to say?"

He looks panicked, fingers twitching like bird wings against where they’re resting on the piano keys.

"Please," you add. You have to know.

You watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes in a deep breath the way he does right before a service ace.

"I like you," he says finally, "and I'm sorry."

You’ve never been the musician, not with Eita around, but with his confession, your heart sings.

"I’m sorry," you breathe, and the air aches beautifully as it enters your lungs, and it feels like coming home. Eita’s face falls, something knowing and terrible - like heartbreak - setting in. "Because I like you too," you finish.

There’s a sparrow chirping on the windowsill of Shiratorizawa's music room.

"Oh," your best friend says, except he can be more now, can't he? "Oh," he repeats, and you smile, opening your arms in welcome as he makes an aborted motion to stand.

He fits into your arms like notes on an empty score.

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On a lazy spring afternoon, Eita plays to you all the songs he’s ever written.

He tells you they’re about you.

You tell him you know, you ask him if that’s why he used to keep from playing them to you.

He peppers you with kisses.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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if you write for ushijima (if you don’t just ignore this lol) could you do one where he’s afraid he’s too boring or not affectionate for his s/o but they reassure him they love him how he’s is

My first Wakatoshi!!!<3 he’s one of my favorites he doesn’t get enough love tbh:(

Must I Prove It, Then? (Ushijima x reader)

Words: 1560

Warnings: None

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“Tendou Satori you better share your Cheerios with Semi or else. Can we maintain peace on the bus this time? Please?”

“Hand it over, loser.”

“Pry them from my cold dead hands.”

You sigh as you do another headcount, your boyfriend standing behind you in a guard-like manner without really meaning to, your position as both his manager and girlfriend lacking any solid boundary between the two.

Ushijima blinks when Goshiki offers to carry your bags to the bus for you, blinking a second time when you accept with a thankful smile, ruffling his hair afterwards.

“Thank you Goshiki-Kun!”

“Anything for you, Y/N-senpai!”

“Since when are you close with our first year?” Ushijima’s deep voice makes you jump a little, mostly because you weren’t used to hearing it that often, as you watch Goshiki easily haul both of your overnight bags into the bus.

You shrug, smiling a little before pecking his chiseled jaw from your height, voice teasing as you start to follow Tendou and his shit-eating grin.

“It’s not like you were going to offer, were you?” Your voice was light and joking as you boarded, motioning for Ushijima to follow, but he doesn’t. Not yet anyway, seeming to be rooted to his place in the pavement as realization dawns onto the stoic boy.

Was he...not enough for you?

“Oi. We can’t exactly get to the prelims without your famous ass, right?” Tendou calls from the window, causing you and many other team members to share a facepalm at the lack of the redhead’s filter. Ushijima jogs to climb on, taking his seat next to you as you slap your forehead, forgetting something.

“Hey, love? Mind swapping seats with me so I can go over the plays with Goshiki just to make sure he knows them?”

You scratch the back of your head at his responding head tilt, making you hold back your gush at how adorable that was.

“I’ll still be here next to you! Besides, you like sleeping while you can to make sure you’re all rested, right?”

Ushijima shuffles out of his aisle seat to sit in the window one when you emerge, Tendou instigating unrealistic drama as you flip him off, high-fiving Semi afterwards.

“Did the power-couple have a fight? Should I come up and help you lovebirds couple counsel?”

“You’re sitting in the back all by yourself. Take a wild guess on why you’re single.”

Ushijima watches as you laugh along with a smirking Semi, looking down at your intertwined hands as he strokes his thumb against your knuckle.

Had he...ever been able to make you laugh like that?

Wakatoshi hardly slept a wink the whole ride there, thoughts for once, spinning with something other than volleyball.

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“Y/N-senpai-!”

“I’ll bring her bags.”

The chilly atmosphere settled over the team as Tendou over-dramatically shivers, and you bring a hand up to your neck, frowning at the off-aura of your boyfriend. Goshiki remained frozen in place as Ushijima plucks them from his grasp, wondering if this was his last night to live as he watches his captain enter the inn first.

“Tendou, did you piss in his cheerios?” Semi mutters as you flick his ear, irritated as you motion for the team to hurry up and follow in suit to their captain to enter the inn, Semi rubbing his ear in irritation as the team files in.

“Quiet doesn’t equate to scary, people. Get a move on, and don’t talk bad about your captain.”

“You mean your lover?”

“Tendou, I’ll forbid any and all snacks on the bus-”

“Awh~”

Dinner was quite an experience. You sweatdrop at the large pile of protein on your plate as Ushijima eats one piece of meat, putting two on your plate for every one he eats as you try to stop him from doing so, a blushing mess.

“Wakatoshi, you usually eat like a race horse. You have to keep your strength up for your performance tomorrow.” The team advisor says worriedly, adjusting his glasses as Ushijima shrugs, continuing his actions as you put a hand on his arm gently.

“Please eat until you’re satisfied. Okay?”

“Booooo Y/N’s trying to sabotage us-”

“Strike two, Satori!”

“Ohhhh shit she pulled out your real name.” Semi snickers alongside Goshiki as the rehead wilts. Meanwhile, you watch as Ushijima nods once, not talking at all as you arch a brow. Even if he didn’t talk much, he still typically made small talk at meals with you, cracking a smile now and then at something you said.

Something was definitely up.

After dinner, you washed up after ensuring that Shirabu and Semi would keep the rowdiness to a minimum in their shared rooms, walking down the hall to your own singular room to see Ushijima standing in front of it. You continue to dry your hair as you slip your key card in, startling him slightly as you open your door, offering him a small smile gently.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Can’t I...say goodnight to you?”

You blink, previous suspicious confirmed as you pull the tall boy into your room by his arm, making sure the hallways were empty as you did so. You cross your arms, ignoring the foreign look of surprise that crosses the captain’s face as he now stands in the middle of your hotel room.

“Alright.” You start softly, slinging the damp towel on a nearby chair. “What’s up?”

His head tilts again. “What do you mean?”

“You’re acting strange. And that’s not good.” You approach him, sitting down on the edge of your bed before motioning for him to sit. Ushijima sits down with a fridgidness in his movements as you begin to pull your hair up.

Do you not see him as a man? Why would you just let him into your-?

“I don’t like it.” your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and Ushijima lifts his head slightly to look over at your eyes downcast at your twiddling thumbs. “You seem...different. Like you’re trying to force yourself to be something you’re not.”

His chest twinges when you lift your head, the saddest expression he’s ever seen crossing the beautiful features he loved so much.

“Did I do something wrong?” Your voice cracks, and so does Ushijima’s wall he had built around his feelings.

“No.”

“Then what?” You urge softly, and Ushijima carefully takes one of your hands in both of his, pulling it into his lap as he breathes in a shaky sigh. A sigh that was unusual for the usual confident, number one spiker in the nation.

“I...feel like you deserve better.” Your silence makes him continue, his thumbs stroking your hand as you listen intently. “I’m boring, aren’t I? Tendou’s an idiot, but he can make you laugh. Goshiki is innocent, but he’s still more affectionate than me. Even Semi...it seems like he’s more trustworthy to you.”

His hands tighten around yours. “Don’t you ever think that?”

Your free hand moves to cup Ushijima’s jaw, lifting it from its’ downcast position as his usual fierce gaze was now brimmed with insecurity and uncertainess.

“Never. Those thoughts never cross my mind.” You say, feeling Ushijima relax into your palm, eyes closing as you swallow, continuing your rare heart-to-heart with your boyfriend.

“I love you, Wakatoshi. No one else. I love how your secretly protective of me, without even realizing you’re doing it. You do it because you care. I love how you always make sure to text me every night even though we see each other almost every day. Even if you’re quiet, I can still feel how much you care through your actions.” You ramble, eyes determined to make your boyfriend feel loved.

“But do you know what I love the most?”

Ushijima’s prompting stare makes you smile widely, kissing his cheek.

“Everything. The whole thing, and all your little quirks. It’s you, okay?” You breathe out a shaky sigh as Ushijima’s hands find your waist, pulling you closer as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“It’s always been you.”

“Y/N.” Ushijima digs his face into the crook of your neck as you smile over his shoulder. “I...feel the same.”

You laugh at his aloofness, pulling back slightly to brush your nose with his. “Care to show me?”

His lips press brush againast yours before you feel him pull back, standing abruptly.

“I really shouldn’t um, be here.”

You grin at his flustered expression, pulling him back down with a wink. “I know you’re a rule follower, love, but maybe...” You look away, biting your lip. “You can stay with me tonight? Just to uh...cuddle?”

Ushijima blinks, and you’re worried he’s crashed before he nods curtly, and you laugh excitedly before climbing into bed, feeling his weight dip into the other side of the bed.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You blush, feeling Ushijima pull you close with one arm as the other pulls the lampstring, smiling when he starts with kisses on your cheek, peppering kisses until his lips brush yours.

“I thought you’d never ask, love.”

As he does so, hearts hammering in both your chests, you realize this is the best night of your life with the words he whispers against yours lips.

“I love you.”

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the-midnight-feline · 3 years

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¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> So this piece is actually part of the Piliin mo ang Pilipinas Collab event hosted by @lumpiang-toge, you guys should seriously check this out since the works posted there are such good reads ❤️️<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤

this is the first time i've joined a collab, (ngl i thought i was waaay in over my head lol) i'd like to thank a friend of mine, Dylan, (won't tag his blog just cause, loves you for reading it !) thanks so much for the encouraging words ❤️ and of course Mama Rae (@hq-girl-next-door) for the advice on the banner**❤️

**For the banner I did, I took the image from pinterest, if you guys know who the artist is, please let me know so I could properly give credit to them :)

Tags/TW: Mutual pinning-ish, friends to lovers, fluff to angst, Cheating, swearing (I think theres one or two in there)

(A/N: Please don't get too confused /-\, the italic parts is you recollecting the past, it comes and goes (。♡‿♡。))

WC: 3.8k ;-; didn't know it get that long

Pairings: Tendou Satori x fem!Reader

Summary: It all started with a simple crush, you wouldn't have guessed that it'll be more than that, It was a dream come true to loved and be loved by the person you loved, but not all dreams end good, some end as a nightmare.

“You like the Guess Monster, like THE Guess Monster?!?!” your friends shouted in unison, looking at them frantically as you’re in the gym watching the guys warm up for a practice match and the way they shouted had the sounds of balls hitting the floor just below where your group sat, you willed yourself to look at the who were the people below you guys trying repress the blush you feel creeping on your cheeks, swallowing that lump on your throat as you peaked just a little over the ledge and saw his red hair. Internally cussing out your so-called friends, you tired to act like you calm and collected as he was looking up at the bleachers, maybe trying to guess which one in your group, who was also looking over at whoever heard them, liked him, shaking his head, chuckling toward Ushijima and Semi who was already making their way to the court to get this warm up started.

A single tear began rolling down your cheek as you remembered how it all began, your friends’ sudden outburst in the gym gave you the opportunity to talk to the guy you’ve been crushing on when you first saw him in the opening ceremony just something about him drew you to him and you were adamant on getting to, at the least, know him. Sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, opening the memory box you and your husband made a few months after you started dating.

Semi knew your friend, he actually liked her and from that outburst of theirs at the gym, he 89immediately thought of a way to hit two birds with one stone. “hey, y/f/n, I heard you guys at the bleachers, sooo” scratching he neck out of shyness “which of your friends like our Tendou? Maybe we could setup a date or something?" He really liked your friend and would honestly do anything to get her on a date, she pointed to you, the quiet in of the group, usually the source of rationality and guidance, the one that acts like the mediator of the group. You really always kept to yourself, didn’t really want to attract attention towards yourself. Semi was skeptical at first, you the quiet, shy girl of the class liked that loud ass friend of his? Maybe y/f/n was pulling his leg, she can’t be serious.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips as the memory of your first date comes crashing on you as see the pressed flower from the little hole in the wall café near the school, Semi was the one that found that café and planned every detail of the date.

As you and your friend were walking towards the café Semi told her about, you were itching to just keep hitting your friends back “why the hell did you fucking agree to this?!!” you hissed at your friend, you were practically shooting daggers at her for saying yes on your behalf and you didn’t even know what she agreed to but she told you to get dolled up, silly you, thinking that it’ll be just a girls day out, but peering over her shoulder as your guys walk out of the dorm, you see her texting Semi, thinking maybe it was him asking for notes since they were in the same class. She led you to this small café and you guys sat at a corner booth, making you sit inside by the wall, you really thought nothing of it, until you saw that distinctive red hair bounding towards your booth. Your palms got a tad sweaty, nerves getting the best of you, a million thoughts racing in your mind that you didn’t notice that the Tendou Satori was there taking the seat opposite of you in the booth, the ever infectious smile directed towards you and you alone. Seeing as you and Satori were basically having a silent conversation with just your smiles, Semi and your friend made a discreet exit and left you two be. Little did you know, he often saw you around, he knows you like shounen jump as much as he does since he sees you go to the store he usually goes to, he knows what snacks you liked since he usually goes out at the middle of the night to get some snacks of his own at the convenience store around the corner. He sees you in the library with your nose buried in some book when he follows Semi there just to annoy him. Tendou didn’t tell anybody about the girl he liked from afar, he knew he’d scare you off, no one wanted to date a Monster, or that’s what he thought.

Looking back, that impromptu date was what started the relationship with Satori, a soft sob escapes your lips as tears gently fall on the first picture you have together, he suddenly rang you up and asked you to go to the mall with him. In the picture, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder while you were hugging his waist tightly, seemingly scared that being with him was a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

Getting out of the shower, you hear your phone ring from under your pillow, confused as to who might that be since it was an unknown number calling you, curious you answered it. “hey y/n! I know it’s kinda out of the blue but, you wanna go to the mall with me?” shock was evident in your body, it was Tendou! Your thoughts was scrambling, you know you didn’t get a chance to give him your number before you guys parted ways on your first meeting since Coach Washijo made Ushijima contact both guys for a weekend practice. You knew the coach was a hot head and would make anymore run 50 laps if they were late and that was a few weeks ago, a worried Tendou called out to you again “uh…y/n? If you have other plans I totally under-“ blinking back to the present “I’d love to go! Lemme get ready and I’ll meet you down” you cut him off midsentence hearing a small chuckle at the other line “don’t make me wait too long ok?” he said in a teasing tone which made you giggle on the line “yes, yes Satori, I’ll hang up so I could get ready ok? See you!” it took every ounce of self-control to not shriek the whole conversation, once he hung up you were practically jumping on your bed out of pure joy, but then you remembered that he’ll be waiting, you quickly snapped out of it and looked through your dresser for a decent outfit for going out with Tendou, you quickly settled with a simple get up of a long sleeved shirt and pants with some sneakers on, you excitedly exited your room, to meet up with Tendou, hoping you haven’t made him wait too long, turning the last corner you see him outside your dorm, almost wearing the same thing as you, even the color of your shoes match, biting your lip to stop a stupid smile from taking over you walk up behind him, gently poking his side, his sudden jump made you giggle as he took in all of you, a smile makes its way on his lips and eyes as he himself lets out a chuckle. “y/n? Are you copying me?” shaking your head, letting a small laugh out “Satori, please you’re the one copying me here” he just shook his out of amusement when he saw the glint of teasing in your eyes before he offended his arm to you like a gentleman would, the small action made you faint blush.

You two spent the day just walking around the mall, just browsing from store to store, having just a blast at all the random comments he makes, the last stop you guys make was the arcade, you guys played all sorts of games, air hockey, tried your luck at a pachinko machine and Tendou even tried the basketball game, which he surprisingly good at that he won a lot of tickets getting you a small rubiks cube, but near the back of the arcade something caught your eye, a purikura, Tendou saw where your eyes went and with a small smile he took your hand and walked towards the machine, and ushered you in the booth, he felt at comfortable around you, he would’ve never guessed that you were a crack head like, random outbursts of ideas and thoughts spouted from you made him laugh as you spent time together. He quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, a flash went off, that was the first shot, with the blush creeping on your cheeks you hid your face under your hair and hugged him another flash went off, that was the second shot, he tipped you head up, making you look at him, his infectious smile directed at you as another flash went off, and the last shot was of him kissing your forehead. You were left speechless after that whole scenario, seemingly in a dazed as he guided you out and grab the prints of the photos. That’s how you guys ended the date, he held your hand in his all the way back to the dorms, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek as you parted ways.

Rummaging further through the memory box, you see all the mementos you both kept from your dates, a few fallen leaves, a couple of pretty rocks, stickers, napkins, flowers, pictures, the cork from the bottle of champagne you drank at your wedding. More tears fell from your eyes as you dug through all the stuff in the box, who knew you both collected a lot of things in just a couple of years. What made you sob so hard was the acceptance letters you both got when you were selected as the few students for the incoming year.

A few months before graduation, you both got accepted into a culinary school in Tokyo, you were ecstatic as this means you and Tendou could get a place together since your parents already gave you two a small amount to get a place near the school so you two could still practice and create new dishes together, it was really no surprise to your friends or the whole volleyball team that you two would get into culinary school, you’ve always had a thing for cooking, you’d often come their practices with some bento boxes for all of the guys so they don’t have to go out and spend for food, on the weekends, the kitchen was his domain he’d let you watch him bake and oftentimes let you help him out. It’s often that the whole group get together during the weekends, you cooking for them while Tendou makes that dessert. For some reason, they got jealous of how your relationship started, it was as if all the pieces just fell into place at the right time, you two together just seemed right like you two were always suppose to be with each other. There’s always been a carefree air around him, it calmed you down so much that it helped you be more open or that’s how you saw it. You were the opposite of him always worrying, always, over thinking, being overly critical of your actions and how you overwhelmed with everything so you turned to anything that’ll help you divert your mind but once he was in your life it just got easier. He voice would immediately calm the voices spewing negative thoughts I had your head.

Looking around your room, you see pictures of you together, your graduation picture, the picture of you guys on the front of the school, the picture of your guys graduating culinary school, a photo of you two at the restaurant where you two both apprenticed and next to that was the candid shot of his proposal there, a mix of joy and hurt shoot through you as you the memory come rushing back to you.

The way he sheepishly confessed that he asked the manager if he could do his proposal there and invite your family and friends for that surprise. “Hey y/n, come with me, a customer just complained about the sauce you made being too salty, I’m not taking blame for that!” an angry chef came shouting at you, shocked and anxiousness dunning through you, you timidly follow behind him, thinking how you could screw up a simple sauce like that, your thoughts were everywhere, but once you stepped outside the kitchen you noted that the dining area was dimmer then usual, but maybe that’s because you’re used to the bright lights of the kitchen, you hear a soft melody playing, it’s one of your favourite songs ‘I Choose' you’ve always related that song to your relationship. On the far wall you see photos of you together, looking around you see familiar faces, his and your parents, your friends, the Shiratorizawa boys were there even the coach came!

The euphoria you felt from having everyone who had been part of your relationship through the ups and downs just had you in tears, your head was fuzzy with the mix of a dozen emotions swirling in you, through a blur of tears you see him kneeling in front of you, he let out a huff of breath to calm his nerves before asking you the question “y/n, my love, my baby, my better half, my paradise. You’ve stuck by my side through my highs and lows, loved me unconditionally, took care of me whenever I got sick, urged me to follow my dreams, guided me into being a better guy, especially with my chocolate making you supported my dreams like no other can, you, you made my world complete, you made me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time, you gave me your heart to cherish and protect. You made my life whole” the words flowed out of his mouth so freely, every word making more tears come out of you, every word so heartfelt, with shakey hands we presented you a pear cut yellow emerald ring “My Paradise, would you do me the honor of being my paradise for eternity?” no words could express how happy you were nodding your head, trying to stop happy tears from falling a hushed ‘yes’ slips past you lips as he stands to slip the ring on your left hand, pulling you in for a tight hug, whispering endless I love you’s and thank you in your ears as the people around you cheered for the newly engaged couple.

Biting back another sob, you feel fresh tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes land on your wedding photo above the bed, he loved you enough to marry you, he was yours and you were his, you can’t help but stare at the framed photo, he had that infectious smile of his that made you fall from him the day you saw him. He has you up in his arms as your arms were wrapped around his neck, pecking a sweet kiss on his cheek. You asked him many times if he’d like to blowup another photo from your wedding, he simply shook his head and wrapped you up in his arms “you’re perfect in any picture of us, but in that one you look like the most perfect human being in existence and I’m just lucky to have you in my life” you basked in his love and affection on those simple words pulling him closer and burying you face on his chest, inhaling his sweet scent “I’m lucky to have you Tori, lucky to be called your wife” placing a chaste kiss on his chest as you look up to him with love-struck eyes. This was it you guys moved countries after your wedding to France since Tendou was offered a job at a famous pâtisserie there, all you wanted was your husband happy, wherever you guys may be.

You never really cared where you two were, as long as you were together, you could get lessons on the French cuisine as Tendou works, that was the plan before you guys flew out. You worked hard to learn the basics, you’d often have Tendou taste test all your creations and you’ll you the same for him since he likes to experiment with different flavor combinations, things were great the first few months of moving cross countries, you enrolled in a cooking classes there to build up your repertoire and after a few weeks of learning a few new techniques you've decided to look around for places you could work at just to keep your body busy again. You've decorated the apartment the way you liked it and how you think Tendou would like it, just adding different odds and ends giving it a familiar vibe. This place was your starting ground.

When you got a job at the nearby bistro, Tendou didn’t really mind it, since he’d often come home a bit later then usual saying something along the lines of making things in the experiment lab with the other chocolatiers at the shop to have something new for the upcoming season, in turn you thought nothing of it since you do work nights after getting a gig in a restaurant in town as well, it also means you could still have time to make his dinner and keep it warm for when he gets home. You two actually got into an argument when you got that gig since Tendou was adamant about keeping you in the apartment after the morning shift at the bistro so you don’t work yourself too hard, he wanted to start thinking about getting a kitten to keep you company when he’s out working but you argued back that you didn’t wanna feel like mooching off of him even though he said it was fine, he loved coming home to a warm meal that you made with love and gets more time to spend with you, but he did cave in after a few bats of your eyelashes.

It was perfect, you both were doing what you were passionate about, you two scheduled your offs near each other’s so one could take care of each other after a long day. But there was this weird feeling creeping in you but you simply don’t know why it was there, you and Tendou always kept communication open since you two do work different shifts and that itself puts a strain in the relationship but you two made it work. You loved him. So you would really sacrifice anything for him, he had have a rough childhood, he was bullied cause he looked different, acted different, but he wasn’t like that for you, he never was, even though he had a wicked sense for things which really surprised you, you can’t even hide a gift from him cause he knew what you’d get him or more likely sense what you’ll give him.

You don’t tell him that you swapped shifts with someone so you technically have a day off so you decided to drop by the pâtisserie where Tendou worked with some home made Pan Bagnat since it was nearing lunch, as you were close to the shop you saw his figure near the window placing new confections on display, but something made you stop, another person, a female chocolatier, was hugging him from behind and not in a friendly way, there was familiarity to it, it looked as if she’s been hugging him for so long, like she’s always hugged him, you didn’t notice that you’ve dropped the basket you were holding on the sidewalk, the glass bottle shattering on impact, the sangria spilling on the pavement, the sandwich you made, making a mess, the fruits you packed rolling in every direction. People around gasped at the scene, some tried to help in picking up the fruits that escaped, your mind in thought again, maybe you just interpreted it wrongly they’re just so so close, like a brother and sister kinda way, since they both work in the shop, you simply jumped to conclusions too fast, those thought completely vanished as the next sight you saw.

She kissed him. SHE KISSED HIM!! Your mind played that in your head like it was a song played on a loop. That was what made your heart break, that was the tipping point, he didn’t push her away, it was the opposite, he pulled her closer, the way he held her mirrored how he would hold you when he came home from work, people around you were asking you things trying to snap you out of your trance but you paid no mind to them, your legs moving on their own.

It was as if you were on autopilot, you got home, your mind racing with so many thoughts, how long had that been going on? Is she why he’d come home later than usual, is she the reason he had woken up earlier to get to work everyday? Did he spend his days off with her when you suddenly get shifts? Walking into your apartment, you didn’t know what to think, how to feel, how to make sense of things more questions come into your mind. Does he bring her here? Did they do anything sexual in the place you called home? What places were safe? Did she please him better than I did? You walked into your bedroom where the memory box laid in the middle of bed. It was your first wedding anniversary, did he really forget? Your anniversary was engraved on your wedding rings with your initials on it.

A scream of agony escaped your lips as everywhere you looked at it was all you and him the very place you thought was the safest of all was not. It's tainted with infidelity, your heart broke even more as you took the box from the bed with shaking hands contemplating on whether to open the box or not, he loved you with every part of him didn’t he? You were enough weren’t you? You made sure he was satisfied right? You gave him all the love you could and even more right? Didn’t he promise you that he’d protect your heart? You're still his paradise right? He loves you right?

Maybe opening the box, and finding something that you both placed in there would make him rethink his choices right? With broken sobs and uneven breathing, your fingers shaking as you pulled the pretty red ribbon that held the lid shut, looking at all the things that you both collected that reminded you both that you loved each other you broke even more. Every one of them held the promise of love, of fidelity, of trust. But now, a part of you is doubting every word that passed his lips, every kiss that landed on your skin made you feel dirty, every I love you's he uttered seems like a lie. You didn’t want to feel that way, you love him with every part of your being, you’re THE Mrs. Satori Tendou, no one else but you had that title, just you, it was only you right? You were his paradise for eternity right? Right?

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I hope you guys liked this, I actually really liked working on this one(played my brokenhearts plays it nonstop for it) , but I do have another one coming so...yeah!

Song inspiration :Anong Nangyari Sa Ating Dalawa by Aiza Seguerra

Song used in the proposal I Choose by Alessia Cara

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pridewon · 2 years

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(misc. headcanons; goshiki) (don’t reblog!)

- tsutomu has spent a good chunk of his childhood with a dog. his mother, an animal lover herself, read somewhere that animals were great for a child’s development, and decided to adopt a rescue. his name was junpei, and tsutomu and the dog were inseparable for many years.

- a couple of years after losing junpei to old age, the goshiki family adopted a new dog, also a rescue. taro is an akita that was abandoned on the side of the road near a forest. tsutomu found him and took him to a nearby vet... and taro never spent a single night at the shelter.

- when he moved out to attend university, he took taro with him. taro is always delighted when the whole team crashes at their place to watch a game. much more delighted than his human is.

- ... that’s a lie, goshiki secretly loves it. it makes him feel useful, needed, a central piece in their little gang, after feeling like the baby of the team for so long - even after his senpai graduated. he likes the company too... but boy can they be exhausting.

- of all his senpai on the team, yamagata is the one he feels closest to. yamagata is approachable, friendly, and offers constant guidance during practice and during games. sure, yamagata pokes fun at him, but it always feels good-humoured, and is always accompanied by advice and encouragements. and they’re an awesome back row team.

- seriously, yamagata is goshiki’s unofficial big brother.

- oddly enough, tendou comes in close second. goshiki may not understand tendou 90% of the time... and tendou may be very intrusive... but tendou is friendlier and so much less scary than some of his other senpai (*cough* ushijima *cough* shirabu). also tendou helps him with his blocks even during games, what a lad.

- as for the rest... ushijima is obviously his biggest inspiration and all-time unapproachable role model; oohira is kind and good-natured, but still feels larger than life compared to the others (possibly because he seems close to ushijima); semi stands somewhere between oohira and tendou; kawanishi is the most normal of all of them; and shirabu is downright scary.

- goshiki would still die for every one of his senpai. without hesitation.

- tsutomu is very respectful of his senpai.

- tsutomu is also very respectful of old(er) people - not only due to cultural influence, he also spent a good chunk of his childhood with his grandparents, and he genuinely doesn’t understand anyone who doesn’t respect and honour their elders. making his grandparents proud is incredibly important to him - and washijo’s criticism hits even harder because of the experience and wisdom he associates with his age.

- definitely an airhead. but because he hates disappointing anyone more than anything, a very organised airhead: he religiously writes down to-do lists and keeps track of borrowed books/items in a notepad he sort of uses as a journal. tsutomu strives for exemplarity and loathes being caught falling short of expectations, or of his own (very high) standards. still happens more often than he’d care to admit.

#(goshiki; headcanons)#a few random thoughts in the birthday boy's honour #one day i'll think about why he's so set on being the ace and being the best... one day #i have thoughts i just need to write them down bjhbdv

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Koala Girlfriend w/ Akaashi, Kuroo, Kita and Ushijima

Request: Can I request Akaashi, Kuroo, Kita and Ushijima with a girlfriend who loves to cling to them like a koala while they are doing things around the house?

A personal favorite, even though I don’t have a s/o if I had one this would be my go to cuddling position. Sorry for not posting the last couple of days I just wasn’t feeling very well and I didn’t have motivation. Hope you like it. Love ya 💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff.

Akaashi Keiji

-Oof pretty boy comin through.

-This man, this godly man, oof.

-He is usually very tired and loves recharging with some cuddles.

-He would love it if he could just stay wrapped around you for the rest of eternity but alas his editor duties sadly call him and he has to get up at some point.

-You always felt iffy disturbing him while he worked so only when you were very touch starved you would give him a small peck as you passed by his desk.

-But lately you felt so needy and clingy with him, wanting to sit on his lap 24/7, no sexual intentions whatsoever.

-So you just wordlessly pushed his chair back and took your seat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and legs hanging loosely around his waist.

-He didn’t even question it, he kissed you on the forehead before resting a hand on your waist and going back to work letting you doze off on his shoulder.

-When he wanted to get up though he contemplated whether or not he should let you go, temporarily of course.

-He decides against it, nudging you lightly with his chin and whispering you to hang on as he got up and went to the kitchen, fixing you both cups of hot cocoa and caring them back to his study.

-It became a routine after that.

-No matter what he was doing, if he wanted to cuddle you he would.

-You never complained of course, nuzzling into his chest as he relaxed in his chair, giving him kisses as a sign of gratitude every now and again.

-Boy really wouldn’t even ask you before picking you up.

-If he knew you weren’t busy he would just come up to you and grab your hands, bringing them around his shoulders while you wrapped your legs around his waist knowing exactly what he was asking for.

-Sometimes he would ask you to move to his back, especially when he was doing something that wanted his undivided attention.

-That happened when he wanted to cook or cut something and baby didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.

-This cuddly habit rarely turned sexual, like 1/20 of the time.

-He liked the warmth and the familiarity that your cuddles provided and he would prefer to fall asleep rather than get frisky.

-Bokuto caught you two once and he couldn’t wait to ask his s/o if they could do it with him.

-He came crashing through your door, taking advantage of the spare key he had, after one failed practice game.

-Since his s/o was out of town, he needed someone to get him out of his emo mode.

-He came face to face with an Akaashi and a koala you, getting a glass of water from the kitchen, both of you caught like deer in headlights at his sudden intrusion.

-He wouldn’t shut up about it for months after that.

Kuroo Tetsuro

-This little shit.

-He is very affectionate with you.

-He treasures you, words cannot describe how much love he has for you.

-But he is a tease so when you try to initiate things he will get that stupid smirk on his face saying how can’t resist him.

-This always leads to you staring at him with a dead expression before getting up and leaving the room, making him run after you.

-You are not mad of course.

-He knows though when you really need him, when you really need cuddles and comfort so when times like that roll around he won’t say anything to you.

-He’ll just sit back and hold you close to him, running his palms up and down your sides, kissing the crown of your head every few minutes.

-He found out about your koala nature when he got up with you in his arms during one of those times.

-You immediately hugged him closer and nuzzled your face in his neck while he made a snack for the both of you.

- “You like that don’t you?”

-You just left a kiss on the column of his neck and went back to nuzzling your boyfriend.

-He let out a chuckle and he knew that this would become daily because he too loved it.

-Things will turn sexual most of the time.

-He knows when to not initiate anything like that while you clung to him so don’t worry my mans has restraint.

-If he’s not sure if you wanna do the do or not he will kiss you on the spot right under your ear and that will determine the outcome of the night *lmao*.

-He is the one who will ask you to wrap around him while he does some house work.

-You will be chillin in your room scrolling through your phone when he will storm into the room and spread his arms wide open saying a single “up”.

-Before you know it you are in his arms, your phone still in hand as one of his arms has circled your waist supporting you.

-He is muscular so he won’t ever get tired of having you in his arms.

-He answers video calls with the team, he will be in a zoom meeting with you still in his arm and will open the door to the delivery guy to pay him with you still wrapped around him like a sweater.

-Even falls asleep with you like that, back pressed against the couch, his head resting on his shoulder as he dozes off, feeling the safest he has ever felt.

-Yall can see how much those news I got from tik tok have affected me, like shit.

-Kenma says that it’s disgusting but he does it with his s/o in secret so he be LYIN.

-His s/o let it slip at some point and Kuroo has been rubbing salt on the wound ever since, RIP Kenma.

Kita Shinsuke

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

-THE LATEST EPISODE OF HIM CRYING GHOQHROD.

-Anyways.

-Baby is respectful.

-Above all he wants for you to be comfortable and relaxed so even if he really really wants to cuddle you he will wait for confirmation.

-So don’t expect anything like the other two idiots.

-He won’t just pick you up and go about his day, no no.

-Kita will ask for a hug, he will ask if he can hold you no matter how weak or worn down he feels.

-He doesn’t want to burden you with his worries so when days get hard he will ask you for some comfort but you have to sense it for yourself so you can cuddle him more.

-He likes having control over his life and when things pile up on him and he feels like drowning he thinks that he shouldn’t worry you with it.

-You can feel it though.

-His aura changes and he has that little wrinkle in between his eyebrows.

-So you will slowly wrap your arms around his waist and squeez, trying to pass on to him all of your love and reassurance you think he might need.

-You start your koala acts when you two were in bed and you didn’t want to get up because it was just so warm and comfortable.

-Who would want to get up?

- “Y/N, angel, I need to get up.”

- “But you are warm Shin….”

-So he just sighs and wraps his arms around your waist.

- “Hold tight then.”

-With the ease of a greek god, he stood up with you in his arms and went to make breakfast.

-You giggled all the time, hugging him tighter and leaving multiple kisses on his neck, cheeks and shoulder, making him let out a few chuckles.

-You might have exchanged some more passionate kisses as he made breakfast and I don’t blame you, he is irresistible.

- “Shin, I know that things get hard for you sometimes and I want to be there for you at every turn. So please don’t hesitate to ask for comfort or ask anything from me in general. I love you and if hanging onto you like a baby koala means I’ll get to see that smile on your face then so be it. I like it here.”

-He was left speechless after that.

-He followed your advice after that day, coming home in a bad move and just asking for koala time.

-His grandma caught you two once and she squealed so high you thought she pierced your eardrums.

-She was beyond happy for her little boy, seeing him so loved and appreciated warmed her heart.

- “Young love warms my old bones.”

-It’s all chuckles and giggles and lovestruck looks after that.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

-Big boy hours.

-He is tall and muscular so how could you NOT want to climb this tree.

-He doesn’t get your infatuation with his height and muscles and your impulse of wanting to climb on him but he will allow it.

-Because you are cute and he loves you and he would do anything to make you giggle and smile like a five year old.

-He will be standing in the kitchen making coffee or something when you sneak attack him from behind.

-You cling to his back, your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and legs around his waist as you try to balance yourself on his back.

- “Good morning to you too darling.”

- “Mhm”

-He will continue with his morning routine as usual, moving you from his back to his chest and sitting on the living room couch, opening the TV and chillin for about an hour.

-When he has to go out for his daily run you have to let go of him although begrudgingly.

- “Don’t pout, Y/N darling.”

-You do though and he has to kiss the pout off your face.

-He likes picking you up on his own, without having to wait for one of your attacks.

-He most likely just came home from training and he is tired, he’ll immediately pick you up and take you into the shower with him, having a lovely bubble bath with you.

-He is silent most of the time but he likes humming your favorite songs while he has you in his arms.

-He knows it calms both of you so of course he will do it.

-Tendou loves teasing him about this cute coupley(?) habit you two have.

-He visited you one day and Ushijima was just standing in your living room with you wrapped around his torso while he watched a match.

- “Wakatoshi-kun I didn’t know you got a pet.”

-Tori is a little shit so of course he would call you that, what else did you expect?

- “That’s Y/N. Satori-kun.”

-Clowned you to your old friends from school by taking a pic and just sending it to everyone and their mothers.

-Semi photoshopped it and put Santa hats on your heads and sent it to you as a christmas card.

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17tetsuro · 4 years

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semi eita x reader where y/n is a vb player too, they dislike each other but are usually civil til one day one of them get jealous and they start insulting each other badly but then they make up and realize they actually might like each other

semi x gn!reader enemies to lovers

warnings: swearing

requests are open!

oh god- this one was so fun to write, thank you for requesting!! i kind of altered your request (just a teeny tiny bit), i hope you don’t mind !! i also didn’t specify if reader is on the boys’ team or not, so the story stays gender neutral <3 i couldnt come up w a title to save my life so- but i still hope you like it !!!

* you seriously have no idea why you and semi hate each other

* like ?? objectively theres nothing wrong with him but if you look at him you kinda wanna punch him

* like ,, no hate involved?? he just has a v punchable face

* both of u being volleyball players at the same school you’d think you’d get along

* but nope

* whenever he gets the chance, semi just starts relentlessly dissing you and your plays and thats another thing u wanna punch him for

* “your posture was off and the way you attempted to spike that ball was terrible”

* you always have a comeback that includes at least one profanity and (only, if hes lucky) one attempt to knock him out

* everyone involved in volleyball at shiratorizawa tried to get you to get along but it never worked

* one time tendou locked you in the storage room and you had to climb out the window and endure semi’s constant commentary on how the way you’re climbing is inefficient

* so, you were both pretty fed up with each other

* it was no surprise the whole thing exploded in your faces

* it was after a match that semi started talking about your mistakes again and oh boy

“seriously, if you just paid attention in practice, you’d know how to hit a damn line shot, but no,” semi said, and you finally had enough.

“why would i take advice from a replaced setter? go back to practicing pinch serves, maybe you’ll actually be useful to the team.”

okay, well, that might have been too low of a blow, because you actually thought (though it was hard to admit it to yourself) semi was a decent player and reliable teammate. even as a pinch server, he always did the best he possibly could. but he was not going to hear about these thoughts of yours. ever.

you took in his appearance and duly noted the traces of hurt that were visible in his eyes for a split second.

“you’re a bitch. whoever thought you playing volleyball was a good idea, was clearly a fucking dumbass. you could not get a single point if it weren’t for everyone else dragging you along,” he spat back, arms crossing as he spoke. you tried to not be visibly surprised at the way he just pulled up a facade from out of the blue. his words, though harsh, didn’t sting as much as they should have; he clearly just said these things out of pure anger.

“fuck you, semi,” you replied, fully ready to leave the conversation, when you were suddenly grabbed by tendou, and taken to the locker room.

“tendou, if you don’t put me down i will set your fucking house on fire,” you said, struggling against his grip.

before he could reply, ushijima showed up, with semi dragging behind him. who’s the dog now?, you couldn’t help but think.

“you are going to figure out why the hell you can’t even be in the same room together. now. knock three times when you finally decided that you were going to be civil with each other. if either of you tries to escape, i will personally report it to the principal. toodles,” tendou said, while ushijima nodded along. seemingly satisfied with themselves, the two men left the room and you hear the faint sound of the lock turning. great.

you heard semi huff, and undoubtedly he had that stupid pout on his face that irked you so much. you just rolled your eyes.

“what, no comment about my posture?” you mocked, unable to stop yourself from picking a fight.

you did not expect semi to stay quiet; he always bit back when you attempted to pick on him. the only thing you could think of that could have fucked him up was your comment, but there was no way he was so affected by it, right?

“whatever,” you mumbled, crossing your arms and fixing your gaze from the wall in front of you to your shoes.

the silence was practically eating you alive. you were not used to just being in semi’s company without bickering, and it felt horribly wrong that you were both quiet.

you just opened your mouth to make a comment about how much tendou and ushijima suck, when he spoke up, finally: “you’re a bitch, you know that?”

oh, now that you could deal with. “and you’re a dick. what’s your point? you thought you could constantly pick on me and i would just take it? think again,” you spat, glancing at him.

he was hunched over, elbows resting on his knees, hands supporting his chin as le leaned forward. he did have the pout on his face.

“you’re so fucking dense,” he settled on saying, and you just rolled your eyes. before you could form a comeback, he continued: “tell me, did i ever pick on you, as you put it, without commenting on a mistake of yours?” he tilted his head to look at you and there was something unfamiliar in his gaze.

you thought hard about his question; thinking back, he never did anything but point out mistakes you made that you were not always aware of. he must have seen your answer on your face.

“exactly. did you manage to work on your posture while spiking? did your line shot improve?” and you hated that he kind of had a point; you did spend hours perfecting your form and your line shot after he commented on them. “i was trying to help you,” he added, seemingly as an afterthought.

now that just made you confused; helping you? why? “and why would you help me? aren’t i your mortal enemy or something?” you mumbled.

“where did you get that from?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed. “i just wanted you to improve because i think you have a bright future ahead of you if you continue to play volleyball.”

“what?” you deadpanned. “you’re just pranking me. you’re gonna make fun of me for believing you.”

“yeah, sure. this is all a ploy, i want you to know you’re a wonderful player all your faults aside just so i can go and laugh behind your back that you believed me,” he said, rolling his eyes.

you firmly nodded and he sighed.

“you know what, whatever. i thought you’d understand, clearly, i was mistaken.”

you just stayed quiet and tried to think of why he would lie to you about it, but no matter how hard you thought about it, he wouldn’t benefit from telling you you’re a good player. so you decided to believe him.

“i- i don’t actually think you’re a useless player, either. the team wouldn’t have made it as far as it dd without you,” you confessed, fiddling with your fingers.

“yeah?” and oh, he sounded genuinely surprised and his face kind of brightened and oh.

“yeah, i just... i never knew why you would comment only on my plays and not the others’ and i kind of thought hurting you back would be a good way to deflect,” you said quietly, rubbing the back of your neck and avoiding his gaze.

“yeah, i admit, i could have been nicer about it but... i didn’t want to seem soft, you know. that’s not very impressive now, is it? and also, maybe i was kind of jealous of how talented you are,” he replied, smiling slightly. and- impress and be jealous of? impress who and why? you?

“i personally would have been more impressed, to be honest,” you said, finally meeting his eyes. “and the jealousy i can maybe understand, but why would you want to impress me?” you asked, confused.

“god, you’re lucky you’re so talented at volleyball, cause you can be a real dumbass sometimes,” he said, straightening up and turning his body towards you. “i wanted to impress you because you’re cute and delightfully annoying and i think the moment i first saw you i almost fainted and every goddamn thing nowadays reminds me of you and i wanted to get closer to you and kind of wanted you to see me in the same light i see you in.” everything kind of fell into place after he finished his speech; you finally could place why his pout irked you (it didn’t, what irked you was how cute you thought it was), why you wanted to cause him bodily harm (because, again, you were attracted to him and you subconsciously buried that deep down and thought instead of kissing him, punching would do more good) and why you worked on your mistakes after he pointed them out (it wasn’t spite, it was because you valued his opinion).

“and what light is that?” you asked, smiling widely.

“i- you’re really gonna make me say it?” you just nodded, trying to bite back a laugh. “i like you. there, happy?” he grumbled and you finally let the laugh bubble out of you. “what’s so funny?”

“we could have been dating for the past three years if you could have just chosen a different tone to call me out,” you replied, grinning.

“wait- you like me too?” he asked in disbelief.

“i’m like 99% sure i do,” you said.

“what about the remaining 1%?”

“well, i might need some confirmation. maybe a kiss? we’ll see if i can make it a hundred,” you replied cheekily and semi finally let out a laugh himself.

“don’t mind if i do,” he mumbled, taking your face into his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

you have just closed your eyes and could feel his breath on your lips, when the door burst open. you tried to lean back, but semi held your face in place.

“uh- i-“ a very flustered ushijima started, “tendou asked me to check up on you two and i- i think i need to get back to- to practice. good day,” and with that, he closed the door again. both you and semi burst out laughing.

as your laughs dissolved into giggles, semi glanced down on your lips and you took a sharp breath. you were getting impatient.

taking matters into your own hands, you crashed your lips to his. you felt him smile into the kiss and you knew that the missing 1% has been added to the 99%.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #semi x reader #semi eita #semi eita x reader #tendou #ushijima

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bullshxtvixen · 4 years

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Icing on the cake.

Tendou Satori - Public Sex HC’s

Pairing: Tendou x Fem!Reader

Request: Happy birthday Tendou! Maybe some Tendou x Public or Semipublic sex??

Warnings: Ass play, anal, pain kink??, over stim, spanking, hair pulling, Dom!Tendou, Semi Public sex, 18+

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

☆ It was no secret that Tendou had always been into kinky stuff, and he’d make it well known that he’d been dying to try ass play for a while now.

☆ However you’d always been a bit reluctant to experiment with it any further because of the horrors stories you’d heard, but with his birthday coming up, you decided that you were going to surprise him in some way.

☆ You’d bought yourself a princess plug with a heart shaped red crystal on the base of it that matched the exact shade of Tendou’s hair.

☆ It’s tucked firmly between your cheeks as you stood naked in front of him in the hotel room you’d rented to celebrate.

☆ The way his eyes would rake over your body has a flush rising on your cheeks.

☆ He’ll start circling you slowly, -almost as if you’re his prey- trailing his fingers along your skin as he goes.

☆ “Well well well, what’s this?” His fingers ghost over the plug as his breath hits the back of your neck, as soft sigh leaving your lips as the plug shifts slightly under this touch, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your lower body, “did my princess plug her tight little ass all for me?”

☆ Then he’s going to apply more pressure to the plug as he wraps an arm around your waist, securing you in his hold before he begins to slowly play with it, easing it in and out of you with shallow thrusts.

☆ “‘Tori, ahh, fuuuuck that feels so good.” Your arousal becomes evident as it coats your pussy lips, your rear clenching around the plug as it moves inside you.

☆ “That’s it, beautiful. Cum just like this for me,” his slender fingers move the plug faster as his other hand moves to rub tight circles on your clit. “Cum. Now.”

☆ He’s pulling the plug from your ass as his fingers press roughly against your clit sending you into your first orgasm, your breath catching in your throat as it crashes over you.

☆ “Come with me, I know just how to finish off this little birthday treat.”

☆ Then he’s dragging you outside towards the balcony and before you can protest he’s got you forced up against the metal rail of the balcony, the feel of the cold against your chest making you hiss as he presses his still clothed chest against your back.

☆ “Satori, people will see,” you turn your head protest, but his hand is already covering your mouth, silencing you as his teeth nip at the shell of your ear.

☆ “I’m going to fuck your ass right here on the balcony, y/n. I’m going to shove my cock so deep in here,” a harsh smack to your ass has your inner walls clenching, as your hips press back against him, searching for some kind of friction. “you’re going to feel me for days, baby girl. I’m going to wreck you.”

☆ You’re a mess of feelings at this point. The cold metal of the rail is clashing with the heat of his body as he presses himself against you. You’re torn between being embarrassed that someone could see you, but secretly thriving off the risk of getting caught. Your mind is in overdrive.

☆ “Are you going to be a good girl for me if I take my hand off your mouth?” You nod, pressing a kiss to his palm before he removes it. “That’s what I like to hear. Now. Spread those thighs of yours, beautiful.”

☆ He doesn’t even take his pants off, he only slides them down to his thighs as he pulls his cock out, rubbing it between your wet folds to coat himself in your juices.

☆ He’s also going to spit on his cock as well as the top of your ass, watching it drip down to your puckered hole before using a finger to spread it around.

☆ You’ll feel his tip pressing against your rear, easing himself into you inch by inch.

☆ One of his hands will rub small circles into your back, because even though you used the plug, his length is still far bigger, stretching you to a painful degree. It doesn’t matter, it only brings you closer to another orgasm.

☆ “You’re taking my cock so well.” He coos in your ear, “You’re such a good girl, that tight fucking ass is stretching around me so perfectly.” His voice is strained, he’s holding back from pounding into your warm hole.

☆ “Please ‘Tori...more.” That’s it then. The way the plea falls from your lips has his hips snapping into you, sheathing his entire length inside you.

☆ You have to bite down on your hand to stop yourself from screaming out as the movement alone sends you into another orgasm.

☆ You watch through blurry vision as people below go about their normal day, completely oblivious to the sinful behaviour going on above them.

☆ He won’t give you any time to recover. His hand is fisting in your hair as the other grips your hip, forcefully pulling you back to meet every single one of his deep thrusts.

☆ “Play with that naughty little clit of yours, beautiful. Let’s see how many more we can get out of you.”

☆ If you think he’s only stopping at 3, you are so so wrong. He’s insatiable when it comes to you, he’ll stay buried inside you for as long as he can, bringing you orgasm after orgasm until there are tears streaming down your face and your legs are shaking.

☆ He’s filled you up with so much cum that it’s spilling out of you and dripping down your inner thighs.

☆ You know for his last orgasm he’s pulling out of you and cumming all over your ass before he stands back and admires his work.

☆ He’ll look at your wobbly legs and your abused hole that’s still trying to clench around air as his cum drips down the curve of your ass.

☆ A satisfied smile finds it’s way to his lips.

☆ “Wow. That really was the icing on my cake.” Fucking joker.

☆ P.s - if you think he’s done with you, you’re so wrong. He’s going to feed you some snacks and water before losing himself in you again.

☆ It is his birthday after all, and you still have two other holes that he can put to use.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*

Thank birthday, Satori <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #tendou x reader #tendo x reader #haikyuu hc #vixenscribbles

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psychosuna · 4 years

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a/n: kinda fluffy and a bit boring these r just my self indulgent thoughts ,, feel free to send rqs

daichi: makes the same breakfast every morning. eggs and toast and some sort of protein. probably drinks black coffee, adds a little cream and sugar if he’s feeling fancy. a ketchup user and abuser. “breakfast is the most important meal of the day” blah blah just say you’re capable of waking up early and go.

asahi: idk why i just see asahi as a big baby thags like incapable of doing anything for himself honestly like his mom probs still makes him breakfast either that or he has a bowl of cereal.

sugawara: pop tart man. also goes feral over toaster strudels. the way he frosts them is an exact science. coffee but it’s light roast. uses creamer, duh.

noya: really likes ego waffles. toasts like 2-3 and gets really fuckin impatient so he just eats them as the next ones are toasting. probably drinks a glass of milk after like a freak. he’s always running late in the morning but will turn into a fuckin grouch if he doesn’t eat. it’s placebo. he just thinks he’s in a bad mood.

tanaka: i see this man as a scrambled eggs type of guy. it’s simple. the only thing he knows how to cook, actually. that, and mac n cheese (same). drank orange juice w bfast all through highschool and had a coffee awakening in college. doesn’t eat if he’s running late.

ennoshita: doesn’t eat breakfast, usually just has a cup of coffee and will eat a little something a couple hours later. he’s just not hungry in the morning.

hinata: probs has a whole ass family breakfast every morning in highschool. mum cooked eggs, bacon, rice (enter traditional japanese breakfast because i’m uneducated). when he went to college he tried to keep up with making a big breakfast every morning, and succeeds for the most part. not big on coffee.

kageyama: cereal boy. goes for somewhat sugary cereals, also the type to have a granola bar or something otw to school/classes. on game days , he makes a big breakfast. also not big on coffee.

tsukishima: tbh i headcanon him eating oatmeal and i really wish he didn’t. like, strawberry oatmeal or the strawberry K cereal is really just his favorite. coffee expert, really picky about the grounds he uses and the way he makes it. takes pride in his morning coffee. he can go without eating but he truly cannot go without coffee.

yamaguchi: pretty baby probably just eats a bowl of cereal or something. he doesn’t think too much about it but also tends to not skip breakfast. sometimes tsukki will bring him a coffee , but he doesn’t make it on his own.

kuroo: foggy area here. usually skips breakfast, always makes the coffee right when he wakes up but sometimes forgets to make a mug or a coffee to take with him to classes. sometimes he just randomly wakes up at the crack of dawn and makes a huge ass breakfast. he’s not used to eating a big breakfast, so when he does, it tears his stomach up.

kenma: he was up playing games and snacking all night. he’s full from the cosmic brownies and monster energy drinks he had at 4am before he ultimately crashed. and if he does have breakfast, it’s probably some sugary ass cereal. get some proper sleep, freak.

lev: probs has like a typical russian breakfast honestly, he grew up w it and still makes it to this day. a typical bfast for him is fried eggs with kolbasa and dill on top. family recipe type kid. this is only when he can be fucked to make it, though.

oikawa: motherfucker makes smoothies for breakfast. not even the protein shake types, like the fruity ass spinach ass types of smoothies that probably have more sugar than anything else in them. he’s thinks he’s eating “clean.” also stops by a starbucks or soemthing every morning bc he likes the complicated ass coffees rather than just making his own.

iwaizumi: i see him actually like, enjoying making breakfast. his go-to is a quick breakfast burrito. on weekends, hes a whore for chicken and waffles. probably uses a lot of hot sauce. definitely drinks black coffee he has big dick energy

matsukawa: skips breakfast entirely. literally cannot be fucked. if he eats in the morning, he goes to mcdonalds. mans never fucked with coffee, either. i’m telling you guys, he’s got a big dick, but this is one sketchy mfer.

hanamaki: really likes bagels. everything bagels with a shit ton of cream cheese. coffee with a tiny bit of cream and sugar. he’s classy. he’s perfect. i adore him.

bokuto: his mom always told him that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and why would he doubt her ? he makes the birds eye egg thinf with the hole in the bread and then puts in the pan and cracks the egg in the whole. you guys know what i’m talking about. another ketchup user and abuser but i’m less mad bc, cmon, it’s bokuto!

akaashi: this mfer. THIS MFER. i adore him truly. wait for it... greek yogurt. he gets the tubs of greek yogurt, sometimes the honey flavored kind, and will cut up fruit and put granola on top, and has espresso. he’s just. so sexy honestly.

tendou: always making something weird to be fucking honest. liek the motherfucker never skips breakfast, but he’ll straight up eat left over takeout from the night before at like 7:30am. what’s wrong with him. tries homemade pancakes every once in a while and they aren’t even that bad, he just puts WAY too much syrup on top.

semi: will have one cup of black coffee and that’s literally it.

ushijima: has the same thing every single morning. he never switches up. protein shake (black coffee in the shake), one fried egg, two pieces of bacon. it’s the perfect combo why would he ever even need to change it?

goshiki: tbh this mfer is always in a rush in the mornings but u know what. two pieces of toast and grape or strawberry jam. he’s a lil jam on toast cutie tell me i’m wrong. i’d die for him.

osamu: if he doesn’t have time to cook, he won’t eat. he doesn’t see the point in eating pre packaged shit. he wants to really get in the kitchen and make something. poor baby just wakes up late sometimes.

atsumu: if osamu doesn’t have time to cook, he won’t eat. fiend ass motherfucker. don’t get me wrong, i love him, but he’s so fucking annoying. will smell food and walk in the kitchen like “what’s for breakfast lil bro?” and osamu is all like “nothing for you dipshit” but he always gives in and feeds the mfer

suna: nothing. like. ever. he forgets. doesn’t have a big appetite and he can’t cook for shit unless it’s edibles so he just doesn’t bother. a coffee addict but refuses to tell anyone.

kita: a nice ol mug of fresh coffee, maybe some eggs, maybe some sausage, whatever he feels like! tries to eat every morning bc he knows it’s for the best. is a morning person so it’s not like he doesn’t have time!

terushima: a monster and a protien bar. likes the coffee flavored monsters in the morning , though. cheese toast on occasion.

sakusa: black coffee, two splendas, avocado toast. he’s got taste.

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iwaisa · 4 years

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request. SEMI SEMI PLS WHOLE ALPJABET FOR SEMI - anon

a/n. YES I MANIFESTED IT LET’S GOOOO THANK YOU ANON

i kinda made him sound like an asshole in this </3

► now playing...

- warnings. timeskip spoilers

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

↳ he’s not super affectionate, but he doesn’t even really realize that he isn’t, that’s just kinda how he rolls. he loves leaving you cheeky kisses on your neck, so his favourite form of affection are kisses <3

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

↳ he loves that you’re still there to support him and the team even if he’s only setting occasionally and rarely jumping in as a pinch server. he thinks he doesn’t do a good job, but you think otherwise. he’s super doting but he just wants you to do your best

c - cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

↳ absolutely loves whenever you sit on his lap. he’s so cheeky wtf semi date me challenge. he loves tangling his legs with yours and watching your face.

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

↳ ugh YES, it’s a huge dream for him to settle down with someone he loves so much. he’s… okay at cooking and… honestly not that good at cleaning. but it’s okay!! you two like to listen to music while you help clean his messy room tehe

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

↳ he would ask you to meet up and he would be there half an hour early so he can prep himself. he’s about to lose someone he loved, and he hates that.

f - fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

↳ he actually wants to get married as soon as possible. but with his place in his band, he feels like things would be too lonely for you if he’s constantly leaving for a tour. he would probably wait for a hiatus while they make a new album so he can propose <3

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

↳ not that gentle LOL. BUT he will never hurt you. he likes teasing and tickling and picking you up and tackling you and all that jazz. however, if he’s exhausted he’ll whine for cuddles and kisses.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

↳ he likes them, he just doesn’t give them out as often. he teases you for wanting hugs, but his are the warmest. as cliche as it is, his hugs feel the most like home.

i - i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

↳ he waits it out just to see if you really mean business with him. he wants to say it, but if he does, he’s meaning ‘i want to marry you someday.’ he wants you to reciprocate that same feeling <3

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

↳ he’s not jealous, he’s just competitive. he’s already dating you, so why does he feel the need to compete with whoever’s trying to make a move on you? he’s cute, so it doesn’t matter :D

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

↳ not to make semi seem h*rny on main but,,, he loves when you sit on his lap during kisses. it feels so nice when you do, and he loves kissing your lips the most. he melts every single time you kiss his jawline or neck.

l - little ones (how are they around children?)

↳ he’s actually really cool around children. they do make him irritated pretty easily though

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

↳ he likes to sleep in and cuddle. he does set an alarm though just because he doesn’t want to waste the day and waste opportunities to go places with you.

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

↳ he’s also another guy who’s good at skincare!! he loves singing while applying any face masks the two of you want to try together.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

↳ he opens up fairly quickly. he doesn’t want to hide anything from you, so he spills it all out right then and there.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

↳ he’s a hot-head! he’s angered pretty easily, but one look at your calming face and he’s instantly back to his doting self.

q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

↳ he kinda forgets honestly. he tries!! and he does remember if he thinks really hard but he tends to be forgetful :,(

r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

↳ he definitely made a quick song for you a few months into your relationship, and when he finally sang it for you on your one year anniversary, he just about melted from how happy you were.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

↳ he’s really protective. he feels that at any given moment something bad could happen to you and he’d be to blame because he wasn’t there to hold your hand through the bad times. he loves when you’re protective of him and when you tell people off, he finds it super hot.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

↳ he… tries? lol. he would ask you exactly what you want to do for dates, and he would buy you anything he sees that reminds him of you.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

↳ he’s hot-headed. he tries not to get angry at that person, but he can’t help it. he needs to hold your hand to calm himself down :)

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

↳ OKAY SO,,, on his wiki it says that his current concern is that tendou said he looks weird in casual clothes so… he’s forever concerned about how he dresses. (this means shopping dates!!!)

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

↳ i feel like since he’s working so hard both in volleyball and in his band that while he’s busy he doesn’t think about it much. eventually, it’ll all come crashing down that you’re not there, and he has to put it into a song how much he misses you. whether he tells you or not depends on how your relationship ended.

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them)

↳ he wishes people would stop avoiding him because of his r.b.f </3

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

↳ he doesn’t like people who aren’t supportive of anyone but themselves. he finds it extremely selfish, and all he wants is for a support system. he would be yours, so why can’t you be his?

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

↳ he likes to make up random lyrics as he’s drifting off to sleep. he won’t remember them in the morning, but in the moment he congratulates himself for how genius it sounds.

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#issa's 200 follower event!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #semi x reader #semi eita #eita semi

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tetsuroyaoyaoya · 4 years

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A Crow Without Wings

tsukishima kei x reader - part two

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It didn’t matter how many times you fiddled with it; this stupid bow was suffocating you. It was impossible to breathe. Despite it being almost exactly the same as the one from your old uniform, for some reason you couldn’t shake the feeling of it slowly tightening around your neck as you walked. Maybe if it did actually strangle you, you wouldn’t have to-

“Are you being serious right now?” Apparently, your brother had taken note of your squirming and, judging by the deathly stare he was sending your way, he wasn’t too impressed by it.

“It’s literally just a tie. It isn’t going to kill you, you’re just nervous.”

“But Tobio~” No matter how much you whined; he was right. The bow had nothing to do with the feeling in your chest.

It was the first day at your new school; Karasuno High.

There were obviously a few different schools in the prefecture that you could have attended but transferring to your brother’s school was just… easy.

Easy wasn’t something you experienced much, especially with the insurmountable amount of stress you had dealt with over the past few months, so it was definitely a welcome change to your life. However, it didn’t stop you from being absolutely terrified of what was to come. The only person you knew at this new school was your brother, and he was in the year below you. Making new friends, changing your entire life, starting all over. It was the right decision, and you knew that, but you couldn’t forget your time at Shiratorizawa and all of the memories that came with that. Even the bad ones.

The condition of your knee had improved a lot over the past few weeks, and the doctors had given you the all clear to begin walking without your chunky leg brace and crutches, provided you don’t do anything more serious than a moderate speed-walk. Along with that, you were being forced to wear a compression sleeve by your physical therapist, and you were just lucky that Karasuno allowed you to wear over-the-knee socks to cover it so as not to attract any more unwanted attention than you already received. They expected it to start hurting after walking for a while, but your journey from home wasn’t that far and you would be able to rest during classes so really, to anyone who didn’t know you, you were a perfectly fine, normal student.

But the thing is, you weren’t.

Even though you looked perfectly fine on the outside, everything you were used to felt immensely different now. You were always consciously aware of your knew, whether it was any time you looked at the scarred skin over your kneecap, or actively making sure not to habitually limp as you walked, having gotten used to it form all the time you spent on crutches, or watching your brother return home late from practice, knowing that you should be doing the same thing. Although, right now, you couldn’t really be jealous of him.

Karasuno had just lost against Aobajohsai in the semi-finals of the Inter-High Tournament preliminaries. According to Tobio, the entire team had taken the loss pretty hard, and you weren’t surprised. From what you knew, this was the closest the school had been able to get to a national level since the time of the Tiny Giant. For them to build up all of that hope and then still lose must have been agony for the third years. Tobio had told you that they weren’t retiring just yet, but with finals coming up next month, you were worried that the stress would overwhelm them, and they’d leave, and you didn’t want to see your brother disappointed like that. He had already been sulking enough the past few days since the loss, and you had finally gotten a glimpse of what you had looked like since your last game.

“Ow?” Yelping as said brother poked you in your ribs, you raised your arm ready to give him a taste of his own medicine when his eyes glanced sideways, and you actually took notice of your surroundings. You had been so busy daydreaming to notice that you both had come to a stop outside of the school, and there were a few other students giving you wary looks as they passed you and walked through the gates. Lowering your arm, you brushed down your blazer even though it looked perfectly fine and stuck your tongue out at your sibling. Despite his usual poker face, you smiled as you noticed the corners of his mouth upturn slightly, before he turned away, shoving his hands in his trouser pockets and walking towards the building.

“Hey!” Walking as fast as you could to catch up with him before you got lost, you resisted the urge to quicken your pace into a jog, knowing the condition of you knee still wouldn’t allow it just yet. Letting out a sigh, you took in a long look at the school entrance before making your own way inside and officially starting your new life.

~~~

For whatever reason, the main office had managed to mess up your entire schedule, enrol you in the wrong year altogether, and spell your last name wrong.

Clearly, you were off to a great start.

By the time that they managed to sort it out and provide you with the correct information, it was almost lunch time, meaning that you had missed out on the majority of your first day. You had managed to make it to class for the last few minutes of the period before, and while the other students seemed intrigued to know who you were, their hunger outweighed their curiosity, so your introduction was very quickly forgotten.

While you were grateful for the lack of attention, it was definitely strange to go from an environment where the spotlight was pretty much directed at you every minute of every day, to a place that barely spared you a second glance. You truly had gone from everything to nothing in just a split second.

A few girls had approached your desk and introduced themselves during the break, complimenting your eyes and inquiring what brand of conditioner you used, but you were sure that you may have scared them off slightly with how awkward you were, only giving them curt answers as you struggled to find a way to reply to their praises. However, you managed a few jokes and even found out a couple of them were on the girls’ volleyball team which definitely piqued your interest.

By the time lunch was over, you had exchanged numbers with them and promised to join them for lunch again tomorrow. For the first time in a long time, you felt a genuine smile creep up on your face, albeit it being a smaller one that what people used to see.

Nevertheless, it was a smile, and you were beginning to believe that maybe one day, you would finally be happy again.

~~~

The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully. Out of the Kageyama family, you had always been the scholar, so right now your studies weren’t a problem, and the curriculum here picked up pretty much where you had left off at Shiratorizawa, which you were extremely thankful for.

Trudging across the courtyard, you let out a yawn. In the distance, you could hear the faint familiar sound of balls hitting the gym floor and you bit your lip as your hand begun to tremble. Ushijima’s face popped in your head and you couldn’t help but sigh. No matter how bad your relationship had been toward the end, you had still been his best friend once, and yet he hadn’t spoken a single word to you since that night, not bothering to even look at you after you crashed out at the finals. He knew exactly what volleyball meant to you and yet he had done nothing to console you after what happened.

But you missed him.

As much as you wanted to spike a ball straight into his face, you missed your best friend, and it only made you feel even worse.

A loud cheer from the gym snapped you out of your trance. You had been spacing out a lot recently and you couldn’t decide whether it worried you or not. Looking up from the ground, you noticed you had stopped in front of a vending machine just across from the gym. As the rhythm of the balls and the sound of scuffling shoes picked up once again, you eyed the line of milk cartons and couldn’t help but think of Tobio. Pulling out a few coins from your purse, you slotted them into the machine and pressed the button for the milk carton. It was almost soothing to watch it be slowly pushed out from the row and fall into the bottom compartment. Grabbing it from behind the little clear door, you kept hold of it as you continued your walk and approached the gym.

It felt weird to intrude on another team’s practice, and you couldn’t help but think back to all the times you did it when visiting your boys. You could almost say you missed even Tendou at this point.

These boys were in the middle of practice when you stepped into the gym, immediately spotting the back of your brother’s head. He was getting ready to block a boy from the other team, along with an extremely short redhead who you could only assume was Hinata Shouyou after what he had been telling you about his new team. The boy they were blocking looked a fair few inches taller than Tobio and you weren’t sure whether the two blockers would be able to stop the ball at all. However, as the blond boy reached his arm back to spike, the pair jumped, and you jaw dropped as the tiny redhead almost flew into the air, reaching just as high as your brother did. You could see even the blond boy’s eyes widen slightly from the other side of the net and he managed to still hit the ball with a nice amount of power, but not enough to break completely through as it hit Tobio’s hand and remained in the air. Although, the touch had redirected the ball towards the gym doors; towards you.

“Watch out!” Something inside of you clicked into place and you let your instincts take over; dropping everything you were holding, pushing your sleeves up to your elbows and lowering yourself into a receiving stance, your left knee positioned slightly behind your right so as not to put too much pressure on it. The ball curved suddenly, and you lunged to the right, feeling a slight pain in your left leg as you did so. You kept it straightened out at the side of you and relied on your right leg to keep you steady. Thrusting your arms out straight in front of you, the ball hit in just the place you wanted to, causing it to rebound and play right into the setter’s hands. Tobio caught the ball with ease, giving you a small smile as you straightened back up, but you could see him glancing down at your knee, eyes filled with concern.

“Nice receive!” He called out and you smiled right back at him, having not heard that phrase spoken to you in what seemed like forever.

The practice had come to a standstill, the majority of the team looking as though they had started out in a run to come and help you, but had stopped midway, staring at you in awe. Pulling your sleeves back down, you glanced over the entire team, your eyes stopping on the blond-haired boy that had just spiked.

He was staring right back at you with wide eyes and parted lips, but his expression quickly turned sour when he noticed you looking at him. He straightened out, his hand coming up to his face to push his black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger. Rolling your eyes at his weak attempt at nonchalance, you turned towards who you assumed was the coach, not being able to miss the state of his bleached blond hair.

“Sorry for the intrusion, sir.” You bowed politely, but even he still looked as if he was recovering from your receive.

“Libero?” Glancing up at him, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Huh? Oh, Wing Spiker.” His eyes flickered between you and Tobio, obviously figuring out that the two of you were related. He gave you a nod of what seemed like approval. A couple of the boys somehow seemed even more shocked at that revelation, and some were looking at you with grins or excitement.

“Interesting.” Turning back to the team, the coach rolled his shoulders back and straightened his posture.

“I think that’s enough.” A collective whine echoes around the gym. Looking at the score board, they were already well into their fourth set, and yet they wanted to keep going? Noticing the coach sigh, you smiled to yourself as you realised that he was going to give in and give them what they wanted. You were glad Tobio had such a nice coach.

“Fine, but at least take five and get your bearings back. You almost injured a bystander.” Once again, the attention was on you, and after a day of basically becoming invisible, you felt a strange uncomfortableness rise up the back of your neck.

“I’m really fine,” you mumbled, but no one was actually listening. Letting out a huff, you picked up your things you had dropped and moved to place your bag down closer to the wall of the gym. Turning back, you caught sight of your brother chatting with his little orange friend.

“Oi, milk boy,” He snapped his head around to bark at you, but instead you tossed the carton to him, watching as a panicked look overtook his features as he lunged forward to catch it. You and a few of the other boys let out a snicker as he glared at you but pulled the straw off and pierced the carton with it anyway. Smiling at the redhead stood next to him, you strolled over.

“Hinata, I presume?” His eyes brightened immediately, and he looked as though he was vibrating with the amount of excitement he was withholding.

“That was a cool receive! Could you teach me?” You hesitated, and Tobio nudged his shoulder.

“Dumbass, Hinata. No, she’s not going to teach you.” No matter how much he tried to deny that the boy was his friend, you were glad your brother had finally found someone that matched his pace. As Hinata began sulking, Tobio’s playful demeanour turned more serious as he gave you a quick once over.

“Are you okay?” Hinata seemed to perk up, rapidly glancing between the two of you with his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” He eyed you accusingly, and you gave him a sheepish smile before you were interrupted by the crashing of the gym door. Glancing behind you, you caught sight of a man in a green tracksuit falling face first onto the floor. It took everything in you resist the urge to laugh as you swung your arm over your brother’s shoulders. Luckily, you were both currently the same height, though you knew that wouldn’t last long.

Assuming he was a teacher of some sorts, you watched as the man picked himself up, brushing off the chorus of worries from the team.

“We-we’re going, right?” The two of you looked at each other, but it seemed that not even Tobio knew what was happening.

“Going where?” You hadn’t even registered that Hinata had moved from your side and joined the group crowding around the teacher. He lifted his head up and you realised there was a trickle of blood running down from his nose and onto his top lip. Despite it, he raised up a piece of paper with a few words scribbled on it, and you stood up on your tip toes trying to read what it said.

“Tokyo!” You felt Tobio tense under your arm and looked over to see his eyes practically sparkling, which wasn’t something that ever happened often.

“Tokyo?” Hinata repeated the word, and you could almost see from where you were stood that his excitement was starting to build up again.

“You mean… Nekoma?” Having had the pleasure of watching some of Nekoma High’s games over the past year, you could easily understand why they were so eager. From what you had seen over time, that school’s strategy was almost impossible to penetrate, their ever-adapting team easily keeping up with whatever opponent they were faced with.

“A practice match?” Tobio slipped away from your arm and you let it fall to your side as he wandered away, leading you to follow slightly behind, even though you were well aware that you probably shouldn’t still be here. The teacher looked over to your brother, his eyes landing on you for a brief second.

“Yeah, but it won’t just be Nekoma this time.” Now this definitely got your attention, having a feeling you knew what he was talking about.

“The Fukurodani Academy Group; it’s a group of schools within the Kanto region that includes Nekoma. They practice with each other all the time.” You felt your own excitement grow at the mention of the academy. It hadn’t been that long since you had visited the school yourself, having been to a similar type of event when you attended Shiratorizawa. The boy’s team’s eccentric ace found his way into your thoughts, remembering how you had met him that weekend because he couldn’t refrain himself for dropping in on your practices, his setter in tow to keep him in check. They had both helped you immensely, teaching you how to put more power in your spikes and preparing you for pretty much any toss your setter could give you. Smiling fondly at the memory, you brought your attention back to the present, only to feel a pair of eyes on you.

It was the blond boy from earlier, staring you down from the other side of the group. This time, he didn’t turn his attention away when you locked eyes. Tilting your head up slightly, you looked him over, noticing that he didn’t really look like a volleyball player. His posture was impressively tense, his body standing perfectly straight despite his height. In a way, he reminded you of Ushijima.

Frowning, you broke eye contact, and you turned your gaze to the floor as you dispelled any thoughts about him. When you looked back up, the boy was still staring at you, wearing his own frown, but you chose to ignore him for now, realising you were missing the conversation.

Just as you redirected your attention, the team abruptly bowed towards their teacher, a ‘thank you’ reverberating through the gym. Noticing his fond smile as his eyes skimmed over the team, you couldn’t help but feel extremely out of place. Because you were.

“Over the years, we’ve lost our connections with the other schools in the prefecture that we were once close with,” The team looked up at him from their bows.

“Many of the coaches who knew Coach Ukai well have been transferred to other schools. We shouldn’t miss this chance!” A cheer erupted from the group and a feeling of pride swelled up in your chest as you watched Tobio getting along so well with his team, especially after his incident in middle school.

“I’m going to be able to see that set up in person again.” Hinata flinched as he set his eyes on the boy next to you and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a laugh. The only thing was, is that it brought the attention back to you once again.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Blushing, you realised that you hadn’t introduced yourself earlier.

“Ah, um… I’m Kageyama Rei, sir. Sorry to interrupt.” Again, the team seemed to completely freeze as they processed this information.

“Kageyama?” A small boy with a streaked-blonde fringe yelled incredulously. You gave him a nod of affirmation and you watched as his jaw drop.

“Oi, Kageyama! Why aren’t your receives as good as hers?” Another boy with a buzzcut came up and nudged your brother, causing a scowl to grow on his face.

“Show some respect, she’s older than both of you.”

“Huh?” Yet more stares from the team and you laughed nervously, clasping your hands together behind your back.

“You look the same age.” This was from the blond boy, and you found yourself looking over at him once again, taking in his raised eyebrow and crossed arms.

“I’m a year older. My birthday’s April,” You explained, only receiving a mere scoff as a response.

“Is he always like this?” Asking the other boys, their flurried nods were a confirmation from every single one of them.

“Anyway,” The teacher continued to relay his message to the boys, and you felt slightly guilty for turning their attention away from him in the first place.

“The only thing is, their prelims for the Inter-High Tournament start this weekend, so it won’t be right away.” The team still looked overwhelmingly enthusiastic about attending, and you noticed a familiar feeling forcing its way up your throat. You really missed playing and being around a team like this wasn’t helping.

Pretty soon, the teacher had to rush off to a meeting and the team returned to their practice, leaving you to patiently wait for your brother to finish. You rested on the bench next to their manager, who you couldn’t help but glance at twice as you sat down. She was just so beautiful; you couldn’t help it.

“So, you play?” She spoke up suddenly and you almost jolted from your seat, leading her to let out a chuckle.

“Not anymore.” She hummed, but didn’t press any further, which you were grateful for.

“You looked pretty excited when Takeda-sensei mentioned Fukurodani.” You let out a quiet chuckle of your own, realising how stupid you must have looked while you were off in your head full of memories.

“I know their captain and setter. I haven’t seen them in a while.” She didn’t say anything else, but you sensed her nodding along as you spoke. When you looked over, you noticed her eyes seemed far off, as if she was lost in thought. She had been quiet the entire time you had been in the gym, and realised she must be planning something for the team as her eyes flittered over each member.

You did the same, taking in how they played, who jumped the highest, who spiked the hardest.

“Toss to me!” Gaping, you watched as your brother nodded to Hinata, and the redhead took a run up to the net. He suddenly stopped in place, then he was gone, already on the other side of the court from where he had come from. His speed awed you, and yet you were somehow even more surprised when he jumped for the ball, face high over the net, arm pulled back ready to hit. The ball barely touched Tobio’s hands and then it was on the opposite side of the net, landing neatly within the bounds of the back-right corner of the net before the other team even had time to blink.

He couldn’t have been more than five-foot-four and yet he jumped just as high as you had seen six-foot spikers reach. Your jaw was still dropped as their team gave a cheer and a round of high fives were exchanged.

“What the fuck,” you whispered, eyes still following Hinata. Tobio had told you he was ‘the greatest decoy’, and now you understood why. He could move like no player you had met before and it was bound to throw the other team off, even for just a second.

Kiyoko kept a keen eye on you, ideas swirling around in her head, but she kept them to herself, for now. There was a particular one that had been stuck in her mind from the minute she had seen you receive the ball earlier.

You had the knowledge, you had the experience, now all she needed was to convince you.

~~~

“Thanks, Sakura. What would I ever do without you?” You leaned forward to give your former roommate a gentle hug as you let out a sad sigh.

“I’m glad to see that you’re doing better, Rei-chan.” Pulling away, you smiled at her and placed the small pouch she had given you into your school bag. Of course, you had managed to leave a few things behind when you had left the dorms, having done so as hurriedly as you could manage, and Sakura was nice enough to call you. However, since their curfew was approaching and she wouldn’t have been able to make it back in time if she had come to you, you had found yourself back on the Shiratorizawa campus a lot sooner than you had expected to be.

The entire way here, you had felt a bundle of anxiety and nerves build up in the pit of your stomach and it was slowly getting worse the longer you spent there. Unless their schedule had changed, you were aware that the boys’ volleyball team had their practice around about now, and you were torn between popping in to visit your friends or staying as far away as humanly possible in order to avoid a certain someone.

Although, it seemed that your feet had a mind of their own as you wandered the campus, still managing to end up at the gym regardless. However, you stopped dead in your tracks as your eyes landed on the very person you were trying to stay away from.

As well as the head of orange hair stood in front of him.

And, of course, wherever he went, your brother could be found stood right next to him.

You were going to kill them both.

While it was awkward at first, the more practices you waited at for Tobio, the more you found yourself somehow weirdly integrating into the team, now finding yourself chatting to them in the halls, and even scoring a few of their numbers. They were all amazingly friendly, albeit uncomfortably curious about you past, and every time it was brought up, you dodged their questions with increasingly ridiculous excuses. It was almost comical.

As you focused back on the gathering of boys, you noticed Hinata almost staggering forward, toward Ushijima, which was worrying. Usually the boy could never keep still, having so much pent-up energy that he could practice until he couldn’t move and then carry on going.

Their conversation seemed serious, and you couldn’t place what they were talking about, being too far away from them to read their lips. Your eyes darted to the side as a volleyball managed to bounce out of the gym and high into the air. Being the show-off that he was, Ushijima immediately jumped to catch it, but what you didn’t expect was the tiny redhead shooting forward towards the ball with the most speed you had seen from him yet. One second his feet were planted firmly on the ground, the next he was up in the air, reaching just as high as Ushijima was, despite being almost an entire foot shorter. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

Hinata had snatched the ball away before Ushijima even came close touching it. And he barely used any effort at all. You gaped at him as he landed back on the ground in a crouch.

Although you were immensely satisfied by Ushijima’s panicked expression, you couldn’t help but let your anger build up as you remembered that those two were very far away from where they were meant to be right now. You made a start over to where they were, ready to drag them back to their own school.

“Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, what the ever-loving fuck do you think you’re doing here?” Both boys froze as you practically growled out their names, and the other boy in the group snapped his head toward you as you approached. If it was any other day, you would have faltered, but you were determined to keep up a strong front.

“What are we doing here?” Your brother repeated, “What are you doing here?” You shot him a glare and he shut his mouth pretty quickly.

“You two are meant to be at practice. What am I, your mother now?” Hinata looked at you guiltily, but Tobio continued to scowl in your direction.

“Rei…” Looking up as the third boy called you, you clenched your fists and took a deep breath.

“Ushijima.” You watched as he winced. It had been years since you had used his last name so formally, and it felt foreign in your mouth, but your former best friend couldn’t help but clench his teeth.

No more Toshi.

Not even his first name.

Just Ushijima.

The other two glanced between you in confusion but you just sighed and shook your head dismissively.

“Let’s go, boys.” You grabbed them both by the ear and smirked as they let out high-pitched wails in protest.

Giving Ushijima one last glance, you dragged them both away, just missing the way Ushijima opened his mouth to call out to you again, before deciding against it and dragging a hand down his face with a sigh as he watched you walk away once again.

“How do you know him, Rei-chan?” Shooting the smaller one a loom, he dropped his curiosity immediately, getting the hint that it was a touchy subject.

“Coach Ukai is going to kick both of your asses when we get back, you hear me?” They mumbled out an unintelligible response and you finally let go of their ears as you reached the front gate.

You paused, looking back at the campus one more time, and letting your eyes wander up to the overhead bridge not too far away, the windows gleaming in the sunset.

With one last sad smile, you turned back and rushed to catch up with the dream team to make your way back to where you were supposed to be.

~~~

Ukai would certainly have kicked their asses if he was allowed. Instead, they were made to do a hundred dive drills around the gym, which was satisfying enough for you to watch from the side-lines.

It had been a couple of days since then, and you were currently roaming the halls of the first years’ floor in search of your brother’s classroom so that you could bully him into giving you his milk bread.

“Shimizu-senpai!” It wasn’t hard to locate the familiar voice seen as he wasn’t far away, and you watched a tuft of orange hair jog down the hallway towards his manager. Clearly you weren’t the only one searching for first years. Deciding to approach them, you quashed down your craving for milk bread and sauntered over.

“Doing a manager’s job by yourself must be hard, right?” You peered over Hinata’s shoulder at the papers he was holding, seeing what looked like club application forms.

“You’re looking for a new manager?” The redhead flinched, jumping away from you and almost crashing into Kiyoko as he yelped in surprise. Their manager hummed in response and eyed you curiously.

“Actually, can I talk to you for a second?” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why she would want to speak to you of all people.

“Um, sure?” Waving goodbye to Hinata, you let Kiyoko lead you further down the hall to an empty classroom. Closing the door behind her, she gave you a kind smile and you chose to sit yourself on top of one of the empty desks.

“I want you to be our new manager.” Wow. Straight to the point.

“Why me? Wouldn’t that mean you’ve just collected applications for nothing?” She sighed and came to sit on top of the desk next to yours.

“You know the game, and you’re already getting to know the boys. My job isn’t really difficult, but it’s hard to encourage a team that loves the sport if you don’t love it as much as they do. But you do.” Staying silent, you pursed your lips as you directed your gaze away from her.

“I know who you are.” Your eyes snapped back to hers, a hard look overtaking your usually kind face.

“What do you mean?” It came out a lot harsher than you meant it to, but you weren’t sure if she was trying to blackmail you or not yet.

“The boys read volleyball magazines all the time, but they usually skip over the women. I’ve seen you in a few.” Of course. You were quite surprised that she was the first one to figure it out, although you had a sneaking suspicion that the coach had known this entire time.

“I know you can’t play anymore, but I also know that you still love the sport, and I thought it would be the best situation for everyone involved.” She gave you such a hopeful look that you couldn’t help but be tempted, but you also knew that it would kill you inside to watch the game from the side-lines and not be able to play.

“I don’t know, Shimizu.” If she was disappointed, she didn’t show it, her usually pretty smile gracing her features.

“Please think about it. The boys like having you there more than you think.” She got off the desk she was sitting on and made her way to walk out of the door. She turned back as she opened it and gave you a nod which you returned.

She left you in the empty classroom, drowning in your thoughts.

Would you really be able to manage an entire team?

Either way, you had a lot to think about, and your brain was currently all over the place. Finally managing to bring yourself to walk out of the classroom, you looked down the hall, seeing Hinata excitedly bounding up to your brother. Tobio was clearly annoyed, but let him continue, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much you had seen him grow over the past few months.

Maybe it was time to get over what happened and stop sulking about what you had lost. Even if your wings had been clipped, it didn’t mean you couldn’t help others to fly.

They were the ‘flightless crows’ after all.

You might just finally be where you had belonged all along.

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