#shirabu drabble

[katescorner]

thinking about the shiratorizawa volleyball team and how when they grow older, they realize what coach washijo did during practices wasn't normal.

"if this were a practice match, i'd get a slap across the face."

give me goshiki who burns out by the time he reaches his third year. he's exhausted; the feeling has settled into his bones, and volleyball doesn't strike the same sort of spark in him anymore.

give me shirabu who only grows harder on himself until people have to physically restrain him from reacting to his mistakes. it takes years of unlearning to undo the harshness he's learned.

give me ushijima who bears the weight of the entire team because if he does well enough, the others should be spared. no one understands why he's so motivated when he's already one of the best, but it's something he shoulders quietly.

give me tendou who sings and makes unfunny jokes because it's the only way he knows how to break the tension. he doesn't pursue a career after high school because all his memories of a sport he used to love are tainted by his time at shiratorizawa.

give me semi who's somewhat relieved when his position of regular setter is given away but the guilt of having shirabu taking his place eats at him. so he learns to be a pinch setter and drowns himself in music during practice to quell the conflict he feels.

[noorpersona]

Rivalry: Tendou

You had mastered the art of keeping your cool.

In school, you were the picture of perfection—organized, ambitious, meticulous in everything you did. You had a system for everything: color-coded planners, perfectly curated study schedules, and a resume that outshined most adults in the workforce. When you took on the role of manager for the Shiratorizawa volleyball team, it wasn’t because you particularly cared about the sport—it was another challenge to conquer, another achievement to stack onto your spotless record.

But then there was Tendou Satori.

A gremlin in human form.

He was your one roadblock to peace, the singular entity determined to ruin your composed demeanor. From the first day, he had made it his mission to push your buttons. Whether it was teasing you during practice, dramatically announcing your arrival every time you walked into the gym, or deliberately causing mild chaos when you were trying to focus—he was always there, getting under your skin.

And today? He was worse than usual.

“Oi, Manager-chan, you look tense~” Tendou’s mocking voice rang through the gym as you diligently took notes on the team’s stats. “Is the weight of perfection getting to ya?”

You exhaled sharply, choosing to ignore him.

Big mistake.

Tendou, sensing weakness, immediately invaded your space, leaning over your shoulder to peer at your clipboard. “Ooooh, look at you, all serious and focused.” His smirk widened as he snatched the clipboard from your grasp before you could react. “Hey, Semi, you see how intense she gets? It’s almost scary.”

Semi barely glanced up from where he was stretching. “Tendou, give it back before she kills you.”

“Oh, but she’d never. She’s too put together for that.” He turned back to you, grinning. “Right, Manager-chan?”

Your eye twitched.

“You’re making her mad again,” Ohira noted from across the gym, shaking his head. “Not a great idea.”

“She’s always mad,” Goshiki mumbled, tying his shoes. “Maybe she should just—”

“Finish that sentence, Goshiki, and I’ll have you running laps,” you snapped, finally lunging for your clipboard.

Tendou yanked it just out of reach, stepping back with a playful glint in his eyes. “I swear to—Tendou, I am not in the mood for this!” you snapped, lunging for it again. He effortlessly dodged, making a show of flipping through your neatly written notes.

“Wow, you even color-code these?” he mused. “You are a perfectionist.”

Your patience snapped.

“Give it back, Tendou, or I swear—”

“Or what?” His smirk widened. “You gonna scold me? Ground me? Maybe write me up in one of your little reports?”

“Manager,” Shirabu called over, “just hit him.”

Your fists clenched, but before you could blow up completely, a voice cut through the tension.

“Tendou,” Ushijima’s calm yet authoritative voice silenced the entire exchange. “You are wasting time.”

Tendou sighed dramatically. “Awww, but Ushi, I’m just having a little fun—”

“Tendou.” Ushijima’s stare was unwavering.

With an exaggerated sigh, Tendou reluctantly handed the clipboard back. “Fine, fine. No need to get all intense about it.”

“You are intense,” Yamagata muttered under his breath, but it was enough to make Tendou chuckle. You snatched the clipboard from his hands, shooting him a murderous glare before stomping back to the bench. The rest of practice continued with you actively ignoring him, though you could feel his smug gaze on you the entire time.

After morning practice, you thought you had finally earned a few moments of peace, but of course, that was never the case with Tendou.

It started when he 'adjusted' the team’s training schedule—doubling the number of drills without any warning, replacing the usual post-practice cooldown with an endurance challenge that he personally designed, and worst of all, swapping your neatly organized equipment labels with absolute nonsense.

The first red flag was Ushijima approaching you, arms crossed. "Manager. Tendou says you approved these changes."

You blinked, gripping your clipboard. "I absolutely did not."

Ushijima simply nodded. "I thought so."

Tendou, leaning against the net with a smug grin, waved lazily at you. "Ohhh, Manager-chan, you wound me. I thought you’d appreciate my initiative."

Your blood boiled.

“Tendou," you said through gritted teeth. "What did you do?"

“Oh, nothing serious~ Just thought the team needed a little extra spice. Gotta keep 'em on their toes, y’know?"

The entire team was now staring.

"Fix it," you snapped, already pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Oh, but it’s too late! I’ve already made some executive decisions. Like renaming the storage bins! Now instead of boring labels like ‘knee pads’ and ‘water bottles,’ we’ve got ‘Mystery Box #1’ and ‘Cursed Liquids.’”

You stared at him, absolutely seething.

Ohira muttered, "...‘Cursed Liquids’?"

Tendou beamed. "Oh yeah! And the balls are labeled ‘Fragile: Handle With Extreme Caution.’ I’m really fostering an atmosphere of uncertainty and excitement."

Yamagata walked over to a cart and squinted. "Why does this one say ‘Definitely Not Volleyballs’—?"

He opened the cart and yelped as half the contents spilled onto the floor.

Tendou laughed. "Oops. Guess I should’ve labeled that one better."

You could actually feel your soul leaving your body.

"TENDOU, YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!" The words ripped out of you like a volcano finally erupting, and the entire gym fell into silence. You marched up to him, fists clenched so tightly your nails dug into your palms. "You don't just get to—" you sucked in a breath, visibly shaking with rage. "Undo. Everything. Right. Now."

Tendou merely tilted his head, hands still stuffed in his pockets, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oooh, scary."

That was it.

With a frustrated noise, you threw down your clipboard and turned on your heel, storming out of the gym before you could do something truly regrettable—like chucking a volleyball at his smug face.

The doors slammed shut behind you, leaving behind a heavy silence.

Semi exhaled. "Okay, yeah, that was bad."

"Dude," Yamagata muttered, shaking his head. "That was the loudest she’s ever yelled."

Ushijima, ever direct, simply said, "You should apologize."

Tendou scoffed. "Apologize? For what? I'm fostering team morale!"

Semi arched a brow. "No, you’re fostering a migraine."

"And an aneurysm," Shirabu added dryly.

Ohira sighed. "Tendou, come on. We all know you do this because you like her."

Tendou exhaled through his nose, tilting his head. "Well, yeah. Obviously."

The gym fell into silence.

Goshiki blinked rapidly. "Wait, what?!"

Semi threw his hands up. "Oh, now you admit it?! After months of this? After making our manager nearly combust on a daily basis?"

Tendou shrugged. "What can I say? It’s fun. She’s cute when she’s pissed."

Ohira groaned. "This is so much worse."

"Yeah, no kidding," Yamagata muttered. "Dude, go fix it."

Ushijima nodded. "You should apologize."

Tendou let out a dramatic sigh, already making his way toward the exit. "Fine, fine. But if she throws something at me, just remember—I did this for you guys."

Shirabu scoffed. "No, you’re doing this for you."

"Same difference!" Tendou sang, pushing through the doors.

"Oh, this is gonna be a disaster," Semi muttered.

__

Outside, your footsteps pounded against the pavement as you stormed away from the gym, rage thrumming under your skin like an electrical current. The nerve of that man—! You were going to kill him. No jury would convict you.

Behind you, quick footsteps echoed. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

"Of course," you seethed under your breath.

"Oi, Manager-chan!" Tendou’s voice rang out, obnoxiously cheerful despite the fact that he had just single-handedly ruined your entire day. "Wait up!"

You didn’t wait. Instead, you walked faster.

"Hey, hey, don’t ignore me! I came to apologize!"

His mock sincerity made something snap inside you.

"Go to hell, Tendou!" you barked over your shoulder, barely slowing down.

Tendou let out a dramatic sigh, then jogged ahead, stepping directly into your path before you could escape.

Your body nearly collided with his. He was too close, all lazy grins and infuriating confidence, like he hadn’t just been the source of your current blood pressure crisis.

"Move, Tendou," you snapped, your voice low and dangerous.

He put a hand to his chest, feigning offense. "Oof. I come all this way to make amends, and that’s how you treat me? Harsh."

"If this is another joke, I swear to god—"

"No jokes," he interrupted smoothly, his smirk still present but eyes sharp. "I’m serious—okay, mostly serious. I did kinda push you hard today, huh?"

You scoffed. "Oh, so you do have a functioning brain?"

"I do, in fact. And contrary to popular belief, I also have self-awareness." His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with something unreadable. "I just happen to enjoy making you... expressive."

Your teeth clenched so hard your jaw ached. "I am expressive. You’re just a walking migraine."

Tendou hummed, looking you up and down like you were an interesting puzzle to solve. "Mmm... no, I think you’re a little too put together, actually." His grin sharpened, a slow, deliberate smirk. "All wound up so tight, afraid to let loose."

Your rage flared hotter than ever.

"I AM NOT WOUND UP," you spat, fists curling at your sides.

"Oh, no?" His gaze flickered down—just for a split second—noticing the way your hands shook with restrained anger, the tension in your shoulders, the way your breath came out just a little too fast.

Then, his smirk turned dangerous.

"Prove it."

Your eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

Tendou tilted his head, mocking thoughtfulness, his voice casual yet edged with something wickedly taunting.

"Go out with me. Saturday."

Your entire brain short-circuited.

"WHAT?!"

His grin only widened. "C’mon, Manager-chan~ What’s one little date?" His tone was syrupy sweet, full of mocking amusement. "You said I was wrong—so show me."

You opened your mouth—ready to refuse, ready to tear him apart—but then you saw it.

Something hidden beneath the teasing.

There was a challenge in his expression, a dare, a glint of something genuine underneath all the bravado.

Your pulse spiked.

You were going to regret this.

You exhaled sharply, glaring daggers at him. "No pranks?"

Tendou raised three fingers, mock solemn. "Scouts honor."

You stared him down, searching his face for any sign of deception. His smirk remained, but there was a flicker of something undeniably serious in his gaze.

Before you could think better of it, before your rationality could kick in, the words slipped past your lips.

"Fine."

Tendou’s grin split into something truly devious.

"That’s my girl."

Your entire body jerked with fury. "Don’t. Say. It like that."

But he was already walking away, laughing as he turned his back on you, hands tucked behind his head like this was just another game he’d won.

"See you Saturday, Manager-chan~"

You stood there, rooted to the ground, your mind replaying everything that had just happened.

And then reality hit you like a truck.

Oh. Oh no.

WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?

[toomanygoldfish]

Trying a new layout

Kenjiro Shirabu

By popular opinion he is a cat person

I don’t think he would have cats though

He didn’t grow up in household with animals

He was scared that the animals would not like him, so he didn’t get any 

Even though the dorms allow pets, he never gave into the temptation to get any. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

“nO!” You scream doing an undignified dance with your legs as you try to block your cat from running out the door . It was somewhat successful as you managed to stop him from running towards the open door down the left to the hall. 

Your happiness was cut short as you saw the direction he was running in. 

Left. Towards the boys' dorms. 

Fuck. 

Closing your eyes in a brief moment of wanting to cry. You set down the pile of things in your arms, drop your bag, and start to walk in the direction of the little shit. 

You were a bit hesitant to go near there as you knew that a bunch of volleyball boys had dorms near you, and to be honest, they scared the shit out of you. 

You hear your cat meowing for attention right before you turn the corner, deciding to wait and see what happens as you poke your head around the corner. 

There was a boy petting your cat, one of the scary volleyball boys to be specific. Except right now he was under your cat's power to get pets from anyone. 

It was kind of… cute. His face was scrunched up while he used a high pitched voice to hi to your cat. 

A hand falls on your shoulder and you scream. What the fuck. What the FUCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? 

Turning around quickly you lose your balance and fall into the hallway right before the boy who was petting your cat. 

“Hello~” a boy with box dye red hair had come up behind you as you were watching Shirabu. You remembered your friend saying the red head’s name was something like tender…

“Um hi”, you turn to look at the startled boy, who your cat was butting his head against in protest of the petting stopping, “I was looking for my cat.”

The red head raised an eyebrow. Your face turned almost as red as his face, you turned away and stood up quickly. You bow to Shirabu and scoop up your cat, trying to get away from this situation as fast as possible. 

You shoved the cat in your dorm and grabbed your stuff. You stand up to see Shirabu behind you. His face is dusted with a light pink as he looks at you. 

He opened his mouth to speak, before closing it. He gives you a piece of paper and tells you, with quite a bit of difficulty, that this is his number and hoped you would call him. Then he walked off, leaving a flustered you behind. 

—————-

please ignore the random changes between present and past tense.

I’m also thinking of a tags list. Tell me if that is something any of you would be interested in.

[softeninglooks]

tendou satori | tendou’s birthday

"tendo bakes us cakes every year when our birthdays come around. we need to give him something great. especially since we'll see him in person."

ohira was right. tendo's birthday was just around the corner, and their friend needed a great present. although five former team-mates flying all the way to paris to wish him a happy birthday could be considered big enough of a surprise, shiratorizawa's alumni weren't going to stop at that. tendo's present needed to rival tendo himself in scale and colourfulness.

"i could perform a song," semi suggested eagerly, strumming on an imaginary guitar. "if my guitar doesn't get destroyed on the plane, that is. or i could bring along a ukulele."

"i have a feeling tendo would love it," shirabu approved, much less inspired to find a solution for their friend's gift. truth be told, no one on the team was nearly as enthusiastic as tendo when it came to extravagant gifts.

"great, the song will do," ohira decided contentedly. "but there's also something we need to do as a group."

"maybe..." wakatoshi spoke up, his calm, low voice immediately catching the attention of his friends. "we could bake something for him. it could make him happy that we partake in his interests."

"good idea! but can you bake, ushijima-san?" goshiki was slightly dubious, although he appeared convinced by the suggestion.

"no."

"can anyone else?" ohira looked at his former team-mates in turn, hoping for a positive response. all shook their heads, and shirabu sighed deeply.

"okay. well, this is going to be fun."

"yes." wakatoshi nodded, much to everyone's amusement. nobody could really tell whether he truly meant it or simply backed shirabu's skepticism as regards their baking skills. either way, it seemed like it had been decided - baking it was! and if everything went well, a delicious strawberry shortcake should appear at tendo's table on may 20th.

*

the plane landed smoothly at paris charles de gaulle airport after twelve long hours. for a professional athlete like wakatoshi, flying such distances had become common, but most of his friends had spent the first hours of the flight staring out the windows, amazed by how small tokyo grew underneath them as they went up higher, soon to be surrounded by nothing but the bright blue sky and misty white hills formed out of clouds.

they landed in paris on the following day - and first on the agenda was to get all the necessary ingredients to bake a strawberry shortcake. goshiki took care of finding a step-by-step recipe online, while wakatoshi and ohira were in charge of bribing the hotel staff into lending them cooking utensils, and a variety of pots and glasses. ohira was definitely not above using wakatoshi's fame to their advantage, and his friend quickly found himself signing autographs and taking pictures with some star-struck employees who had recognized the athelete. wakatoshi gratefully posed with everyone, and although the incorrigible uneasiness of his smile showed through all the pictures, ohira could tell that he really was doing his best. he patted his oblivious friend's shoulder with a proud smile, and both of them returned upstairs with their arms full of supplies. meanwhile, semi and shirabu returned from a local supermarket with bags brimming with strawberries, flour, chocolate, and plenty of cream. aprons were tied and whisks were drawn out—for tendou's birthday, they had to give it their all.

in the evening, paris came to life in a carnival of lights. the warm hue of lamp-posts merged with the golden headlights of cars, the streets bustled with passers-by and tourists. buzzing voices were drowned out by the occasional swooshing of cars, and vitrines glowed along the lit-up boulevards.

"i can't believe tendo gets to work here every day! somehow, it looks even fancier than in the documentary, " goshiki commented, starry-eyed, as the team approached the shop that tendo worked in. since wakatoshi had been the only one to visit their friend abroad, he steadily led the way.

"moving here sure was a crazy thing to do. but then it's tendou we're talking about," semi chuckled, shaking his head in both admiration and disbelief.

a few minutes later, they were pushing the door of the lionceau chocolate shop open, and entering a shimmering bubble of warmth and sugary scent. wakatoshi went up to the counter, clearing his throat softly.

"excuse me," he addressed the cashier in english. "could we see tendo satori? we are friends of his."

"good evening! wait... aren't you..." a small frown creased the young man's brow in spite of his polite smile. "pardon my curiosity, but aren't you ushijima wakatoshi, monsieur satori's best friend?"

"yes," wakatoshi's lips slightly curled as he remembered the documentary they had filmed in this very place. indeed, tendou and him were best friends, as the waiter rightly remembered.

"i'll go get him. thank you for paying us a visit, monsieur ushijima."

"well, isn't it nice, getting recognized like that..." ohira and semi chuckled, exchanging knowing glances.

they had always known that wakatoshi would make it to the top, but seeing it in the flesh was always particularly pleasing for the former shiratorizawa alumni. especially in a foreign country.

"wakatoshi-kun! what a surpr-"

tendo emerged from behind a backdoor, all clad in white, and wearing his signature toque. but his cheerful exclamation was cut short as soon as he noticed the rest of his former team-mates pressed together in the hall of the shop.

"happy birthday, tendo-san!" they roared at once, torn between laughter and emotion at the sight of tendo's shocked face. they had not seen each other in person in a very long time, so such a reunion was more than needed.

"everyone..." the usually so upbeat tendo could barely speak, overwhelmed by joy and gratitude, unable to wrap his head around the presence of nearly all of his former team-mates in paris.

"happy birthday, best friend," wakatoshi added stoically—but he did truly mean it—, and handed tendo the carefully packaged gift. "we hope you like it."

"you guys... showing up here..." tendoutook the present from wakatoshi, grinning widely as everybody applauded, costumers happily joining into the unexpected event. "i can't believe you."

tendo set the parcel on a nearby table and untangled the ribbon holding it together. the open box revealed a creamy white cake more or less decorated with red frosting, and strawberries peeking out from the layers of sponge cake.

and on top of it, drawn in chocolate, was the image of tendo himself dressed as a chocolatier and holding a volley-ball, with the inscription 'happy birthday tendo-san'.

tendo lifted his head back up, looking at his friends and former team-mates with shining eyes.

of course, the cake could have tasted better had they ordered it in a professional bakery - but nothing could have warmed tendo's heart as much as this. it was the best birthday he had ever had.

[cottonlemonade]

Masterlist

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Karasuno

characters written so far: > Sawamura Daichi > Sugawara Koushi > Hinata Shoyo > Kageyama Tobio > Tsukishima Kei > Ennoshita Chikara > Tsukishima Akiteru > Azumane Asahi > Nishinoya Yuu > Ukai Keishin

Nekoma

characters written so far: > Kuroo Tetsuro > Kozume Kenma > Inuoka So

Fukurodani

characters written so far: > Bokuto Kotarou > Akaashi Keiji

Aoba Johsai

characters written so far: > Oikawa Tooru > Iwaizumi Hajime > Hanamaki Takahiro > Matsukawa Issei > Kyotani Kentaro

Inarizaki

characters written so far: > Kita Shinsuke > Miya Osamu > Miya Atsumu > Suna Rintaro > Oomimi Ren

Shiratorizawa

characters written so far: > Ushijima Wakatoshi > Tendou Satori > Semi Eita

Date Tech

characters written so far: > Futakuchi Kenji > Koganegawa Kanji > Aone Takanobu

Kamomedai

characters written so far: > Hirugami Sachiro > Hoshiumi Korai

Itachiyama

characters written so far: > Sakusa Kyoomi > Komori Motoya

Miscellaneous

🫧 Meian, a wife guy [drabble]

🫧 Meian - Being MSBY’s Single Dad word count: 1k, secret established relationship

Multi-Character Stories

🫧 When He Realizes You Are The One [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Noya, Sugawara, Makki, Daichi, your fave 🫧 IKEA Assembling Chaos [drabble]

characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Mattsun, Makki, Noya, Tendou, Oikawa, Ukai, Konoha, Suna, your fave

🍡 The Health Benefits Of Period Sex [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Makki, Mattsun, Futakuchi, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Konoha, Noya, Oikawa, your fave

🍡 Chub Rub [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Noya, Sugawara, Atsumu, Osamu, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Hoshiumi, Suna, Yaku, your fave

🫧 Watching The Great British Bake Off [reaction]

characters: Sugawara, Bokuto, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Aone, Asahi, Tendou, Kita, Kuroo, Ennoshita, Akaashi, Koganegawa, Makki, Hirugami, Kageyama, Aran, Goshiki, Semi, Kenma, Futakuchi, Noya, Konoha, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Suna, Shirabu, Daichi, Ushijima, Mattsun, Osamu, Atsumu, Hoshiumi, Hinata, Bokuto, Oikawa, Yaku, Sakusa, Inuoka

🫧 Teaching You How To Ride A Bike [drabble]

characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Noya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oomimi, your rural fave

🍡 A Risky Game [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Noya, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Sugawara, Mattsun, Makki, Tendou, Semi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Post-time skip Hinata, Ukai, Suna, Hoshiumi, Yaku, Hirugami, Daichi, your fave

🫧 Hand Warmers [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Atsumu, Osamu, Suga, Noya, Komori, lowkey Tsukki, Hinata, Ushijima, Kenma, Suna, Hoshiumi, Hirugami, Yaku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kageyama, Mattsun, Makki, Semi, Konoha, your fave

🌱 Never Too Much [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

🍡 One More Snooze [drabble]

characters: Osamu, Atsumu, Tendou, Komori, Kuroo, Bokuto, lowkey Kenma, Oikawa, Meian, Suna, Nishinoya, Konoha, Futakuchi, Hirugami, Sugawara, Yaku, Mattsun, Kita, your fave

🫧 Pants vs. Skirts [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Komori, Oikawa, Nishinoya, Konoha, Atsumu, Bokuto, Sugawara, Semi, Yaku, Inuoka, Matsukawa, Suna, Hoshiumi, your fave

🫧 A Househusband’s Workout [drabble]

characters: Daichi, Suna, Bokuto, Atsumu, Ushijima, Kageyama, Hinata, Iwaizumi Hajime (27) - Athletic Trainer, Komori, Aran, Yaku, Koganegawa, Meian, Hoshiumi, Kyotani, Oikawa, Hirugami Fukuro, your fave

🍡🫧 Sleeping Naked [drabble]

characters: Atsumu, Tendou, Kuroo, Nishinoya, Hinata, Futakuchi, Hoshiumi, Oikawa, Konoha, Yaku, Komori, Yamamoto, Sugawara, your fave

🫧 Taking Hints [drabble]

characters: Kita, Ushijima, Kageyama, Aone, lowkey Kenma, your stoic fave

🌱 Insecurity

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Yaku, Hoshiumi, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Kuroo, Meian, Sugawara, Nishinoya, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Oikawa, Yamaguchi, Semi, your fave

The Pokemon I think they’d have [headcanon]

characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kita, Suna, Atsumu, Osamu, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, Ushijima, Tendou, Aone, Hoshiumi

🫧 fluff // 🌱 comfort // 🍡 suggestive // ��� spice // 🌧️ angst/hurt

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[hatsukeii]

Today I'm thinking about...haikyuu + other anime characters who think you're just a little too sweet for them.

warning(s): nothing LOL you're safe with me again today!!

To them, life should be lived silently, like slipping between cracks that emerge amidst the lives of others. Their presence is fleeting, manifesting as a helping hand in a crowded hallway that is never seen again, a coffee order that is forgotten after the next few customers, a glossary that is skimmed through once, then never looked at a second time. A presence that you know for certain was here once before, but have nothing to show for it. When you grace their life for the first time, maybe in a library, or a bakery, perhaps a coffee shop, it is as fleeting as a comet that zips across a night sky, your presence escaping from between the seams of their own life the way they do to others. A glance shared between the gaps of leathery bookends, the dropping of change in their hand, the calling out of their name for their black coffee order. He finds eternity in the gleam of your irises, the clink of coins as they fall from your hand, the sugar that leaks from their name in your mouth. You find solace in the darkness of their tired eyes, the wrinkles and calluses in the palm that collects change, the grainy, sultry earth that echoes in their thank yous. They return to the libraries, and bakeries, and coffee shops day after day, hoping to bask in the sweetness of whatever you do and say again, mellowing out pools of black caffeine with mugs of syrup and milk, neat whiskey with crisp ice, balancing the earthy, soiled ground with a star-studded night sky. They change their order from an Americano to your recommended latte, smile at you from the opening created between books on a shelf, treat themselves to a small cake once every so often along with their usual purchase of plain bread. And when you finally chat them up one day, a wink flashing across your face as you slide your number to them on a doodled-over sticky-note across the counter, or thread it through hardbacks on a shelf, or palm their hand sneakily as you hand them change, their presence becomes an engraving on the spine of a book, a coffee stain in a worn out mug, the lingering decadence of mousse and cake that dances on their tongue, impatient for the next taste. They are a bitter canister of brewed tea, a hollow body and soul worn down by the trials of life. You are a shot of espresso in the afternoon sun, golden daylight peeking through half-lidded blinds, honey in your veins and prosperous life in your eyes. Perhaps your sweetness could accomodate for two.

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Iwaizumi Hajime, Aone Takanobu, Akaashi Keiji, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shirabu Kenjiro, Osamu Miya, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Maki Zenin, Yuuta Okkotsu but specifically after training in Africa and coming back to Shibuya, Megumi Fushiguro, Aki Hayakawa, Kishibe, Shouta Aizawa, Hitoshi Shinso, Shouto Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki

author's note:

be honest chat do i post like a scary amount and does it get annoying </3 i have too many ideas when i should be studying for externals in two months but i DON'T CARE i need to rest for like the next week after that trials period

i had hozier's too sweet in mind with this one and i initially wanted to do like just nanami but UGH too many characters work with this i can't DO ITTTTT so i made it a general drabble EE

anyways tags!!

@chuuya-brainrot @starlysama @catsoupki @fiannee @bailey-reeds @akaakeis @hiraethwa

ok bye bye until the next one which will be soon LMFAO love u all

[angelkiyo]

haikyuu characters as romance tropes + songs in my playlist ❀

a/n - this was a thought i needed to get out..! i love music n i love haikyuu soooo. i also did a series similar to this but w actual one shots but tbh compiling them is smarter ngl. totally fw the spotify linked in my nav btw :0 — unedited drabble/thought piece

——“ they just can't reach her, princesita inalcanzable / le rompieron el cora, pero nunca se la perdió" (igual que un angel, 2023) - after years being your friend, getting friend-zoned for so long and finally getting a chance to date you, they're whipped and put you on a pedestal. they know all that you've gone through regarding relationships and would want nothing but your happiness. they're the immense green flag you need and would treat you with nothing but respect, sending you notes in class, and making you little bento boxes filled with their cooking, sending small poems that remind them of you but then again, you deserve it. you're as sweet as sugar and in their eyes, you're an angel on earth. they don't know when their feelings for you started, but when they finally confessed to you, it was the happiest they've felt. you've been their “other half” for so long that all your mutual friends have been telling you to get together, so imagine your friends' reaction when they see you and them on a date one random day, hand in hand and with your head on their shoulder as the two of you sat waiting for the bus back to your place.

best friends to lovers : kageyama tobio, BOKUTO KOTARO, ojiro aran, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, SHIMIZU KIYOKO

——"only like myself when im with you / nobody gets me like you” (nobody gets me, 2022) - both of you strive for excellence, only really wanting to achieve the best academically and on the court during gym class. it's obvious how strong your rivalry with him is, that even your friends jokingly tell you "just kiss already" when you already do. the two of you would be taking little secret rendezvous when you're supposed to be studying to be at the top of your class and staying up after his volleyball practice when everyone leaves. it felt thrilling as no one knew about your relationship (after constantly bragging that you didn't need a significant other). but once your grades began to slip, you couldn't risk losing the source of validation you've gotten to know for so long. you still had your ego and your pride to maintain, and he understood. he understood more than anyone which is why you felt yourself so emotionally attached to him. leading the both of you to enter an almost endless cycle of attempting a secret relationship while also trying to achieve validation from academic success.

rivals to lovers (and rivals again) : shirabu kenjiro, KITA SHINSUKE, tsukishima kei, sakusa kiyoomi, KUROO TETSURO

——"i burn for you / and you don't even know my name" (close to you, 2024) - after accidentally adding them on social media from quick add (due to mutuals from school), you find yourself in a predicament. you're from the same school and know of them, but know that you have never talked to them. you've never even interacted with them at all in real life. though, for the past few weeks, they're earned themselves the title of a talking stage, staying up until 3 in the morning sometimes, just to talk to you. you two would play valorant or whatever video game you’ve been wanting to play and last hours on video call, sharing playlists and being mutuals on everything. although, talking for so long caused him to be a little bold, flirting with you a bit. you're in different classes yet every time you have a break in class, you talk to them, sending snaps of what you do and so does he. so when you finally have your first date in person, you panic and in all honesty, he does too. what if you two don't get along? what if you thought he was weird? your first thought was that he's very handsome, that's for sure. though, it felt that all you really needed was to just talk as you've gotten past the digital barrier and had natural chemistry in real life.

online love : kozume kenma, SUNA RINTARO, miya atsumu, TENDO SATORI, terushima yuji

——"no one's ever good enough / i want a love like i've seen in the movies" (like the movies, 2021) - you met them at a barnes and noble during a regular day after school. you’ve always been a hopeless romantic, longing for love between the pages of a romantic comedy book or film. so when you bumped into them, books in hand, it felt like a spark between you two. the two of you ended up exchanging numbers to talk more, then meeting up and talking / hanging out in person (a date in your opinion). being in a relationship with someone else who also understood the want to fall in love “romantically” felt amazing. every time your school would have a game, you’d go and cheer them on from the sidelines, wearing his spare jersey. good morning texts, gift baskets for monthaversaries, huge love letters, and frequent dates felt too good to be true, and it was. you can always expect them to have heart eyes and only for you, as well as listening to your rants and theories surrounding different romance novels and films. especially your thoughts on the concept of the meet cute.

meet cute : AKAASHI KEIJI, yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koshi, OIKAWA TORŪ, miya osamu, SEMI EITA

[t-horn-n]

v. haikyuu masterlist

— masterlist navigation.

— various

scenario : scaredy cat : fluff

what they do when you’re scared during a movie.  ft. k. tetsurou, k. kozume, t. oikawa, w. ushijima, y. nishinoya

scenario : the little things : fluff 

the little things they do for you.  ft. k. tsukishima, k. akaashi, k. sugawara, t. kageyama, y. nishinoya 

headcannon : christmas crimes : fluff 

someone thought it was a good idea to host a gingerbread making contest.  ft. tobio kageyama, yu nishinoya, kei tsukishima, koshi sugawara, kenma kozume, kentaro kyotani

— tobio kageyama

oneshot : raven : fluff

kageyama is not the only one who knows how to rule a court. 

— yu nishinoya

headcannon : censored : fluff

as someone who has chosen not to curse, you find it all too amusing censoring your boyfriend’s colourful vocabulary. 

oneshot : fun sized : fluff

nishinoya has finally encountered someone shorter than him and he sees you for what you are: a fun-sized blessing. 

oneshot : camping with karasuno : fluff

camping could be relaxing… if you didn’t have a nishinoya. 

drabble : neck pains : fluff

nishinoya doesn’t want your neck to be sore.  

— nobuyuki kai

headcannon : sucker : fluff

request from @andrealp “alright can I request a simp for nobuyuki?” 

— mao aihara

headcannon : brownies? : fluff

request from @andrealp “Can you do mao aihara. Can you be the one who decides on what prompt for mao aihara?” 

— kenma kozume

oneshot : pocky : fluff

two of the quietest people on earth bring out the loud in each other over pocky. 

oneshot : rings of string : fluff

the things you do when both you and kenma seem to have the memory of a goldfish. 

— kei tsukishima

oneshot : you look like you have a headache : fluff

your first meeting with tsukishima was bizarre to say the least, but it’s tsukishima we’re talking about. 

drabble : anniversary : fluff

you’ve got a long track record of forgetting things and that’s why tsukishima thinks you forgot your anniversary, but you’ve got yourself covered. 

drabble : midnight love : fluff 

it’s the moments where you’re surrounded by nothing but the flashing lights of the cars next to you and the inky black of the night where you truly find sublime happiness. 

— tsutomu goshiki

drabble : delighted : fluff

request from anon “for haikyuu, can i request a simp for shirabu or goshiki ? thank youu (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ”

— masterlist navigation.

[solifloris]

2024 fics in review ; aka, a chronological breakdown -> overall thoughts -> summary -> highlights, of all the writing i've done in 2024 !! <3 thank you for the tag @starmocha! <3 (you can view her post here! :D)

this was vvvv cool and fun to do hehe so im also tagging @reilemon @rafayelsheart @always-just-red + any other writers who may want to join in, just in case you guys might want to do it too !!! (no pressure though <3333)

Total number of fics: 47

Total word count: 142,420 (a rough estimate!)

Chronological Breakdown:

including fics, chapters, and formally-formatted hc posts. not including unformatted hc posts, rps, nor character analyses.

January

"awaken (hold my hand)" | ffxvi | 4k words (i did still want to include jan here because i did write one fic, but it's part of a paid project and unfortunately i won't be able to share the piece anywhere until feb ><)

February

your eyes | lnds | rafayel | 659 words have we met before? | lnds | xavier | 4.2k words in the bedroom | lnds | hcs - rafayel xavier zayne caleb | 484 words got me thinkin' nonsense | lnds | caleb | 868 words treacherous | lnds | caleb | 4.1k words pretty little mess | lnds | xavier | 3k words teasing | lnds | hcs - rafayel xavier zayne caleb | 777 words so it goes... | lnds | jeremiah | 4.5k words i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands | lnds | rafayel | 2.7k pick me up, no headlights | lnds | mini drabbles - rafayel xavier zayne caleb | 1k words

March

youtiful | lnds | zayne | 5.4k words youtiful | lnds | rafayel | 7.9k words awkward moments | lnds | hcs - rafayel xavier zayne caleb | 1k words somnophilia | lnds | hcs - rafayel xavier zayne caleb | 1.5k words candy | lnds | xavier | 4.5k words youtiful | lnds | xavier | 6.1k words

April

eating you out | lnds | hcs - rafayel xavier zayne caleb jeremiah | 754 words muse | lnds | rafayel | 3.2k words

June

begin again | lnds | jeremiah | 5.1k words once upon a december | lnds | sylus | 1k words - suggestive

July

every word feels like a shooting star | lnds | xavier | 13.4k don't let me love you | lnds | kieran | 7.7k words

August

red lights | lnds | xavier | 4.1k words you look wonderful tonight | lnds | zayne | 3.1k words

October

pretty girl | lnds | luke & kieran | 4.9k words ignite | ffxvi | joshua | 1.8k words pulse | lnds | zayne | 1.3k words my pace | skz | seungmin | 1.5k words allow me | lnds | greyson | 1.3k words my reward | haikyuu | shirabu | 1k words listless | bllk | nagi seishiro | 842 words this love is ours | lnds | caleb | 5.4k words to love you more | lnds | xavier (lumiere) | 3.7k words your highness, believe me. | lnds | prince xavier | 9.7k words limbo | skz | lee know | 1.6k words sit still | lnds | rafayel | 1.2k words

November

the stars are jealous knowing you're by my side | lnds | xavier | 1.8k words kiss me or leave me | lnds | kieran | 1.5k words if i can have you | lnds | dawnbreaker | 1.8k words lock me in this dream | lnds | luke | 1.5k words praise | lnds | hcs - rafayel sylus xavier zayne caleb jeremiah luke kieran | 3.2k words to you who shines the brightest (i'll give you everything) - prelude | lnds | kieran | 200 words

December

sunday morning | lnds | caleb | 3.8k words to be loved is to be seen | lnds | caleb | 871 words - fluff warm you up | bllk | yoichi isagi | 1.6k words types of kisses | lnds | caleb | 875 words - suggestive

Overall Thoughts:

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY MORE oh my gosh. i knew i had a hyperfixation on lnds, but this is sincerely the most i've ever written for a fandom ??!! for comparison i wrote maybe like 10-ish in 2023 for various fandoms, and maybe like.... 25-or-so (give or take) for haikyuu once upon a time (though one of them was a multichaptered fic)... THIS, though?! absolute insanity omfg i never thought i could write this much in a year, and holy cannoli i really almost made it to at least one fic a month ?!

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? 

you'd never believe me but. UHH.. SMUT, I GUESS? i mean, i've written like 1-2 smut fics before this year, but i didn't think i'd be writing this much of it LMFAO HGKJDFGKJ AND,,, HONESTLY yeah the love and deepspace fandom in general WHKJDF i did NOT expect to get this attached to the game, usually i don't tend to write for otome games? but this one had me in a CHOKEHOLD and i cant escape omg

What’s your own favorite story of the year? 

oh geez just ONE....!!! nooo it's too hard !!!!!!!! i'll go with my top three instead, in order, but they're actually all quite close together and i'm really proud of them :> (1) your highness, believe me. ; (2) don't let me love you ; (3) every word feels like a shooting star

Did you take any writing risks this year?

a LOT. like i mentioned, it's not like i was,,, super super experienced in writing smut before this, or anything? and i thought it'd be like a one-off fic once in a blue moon, because i definitely didn't start out all super comfy with writing it LMAO so i'd consider starting an nsfw-fic blog a risk? (i just wanted an occasional outlet, you know?) but WELL. LOOK WHERE WE ARE NOW (if you look through my writing chronologically... honestly... looking back im not super proud of my older fics LMAO you can def see the improvement there i think)

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? 

PHEW I HAVE. THE UNHEALTHY HABIT OF TAKING ON SEVERALLLLLLLLLLLL NEW IDEAS ALL AT ONCE. I HAVE LIKE. DOZENS OF WIPS AND TO-WRITE-FICS (ok maybe not dozens, i CHECKED and it's about... nine) and the thing is i also love getting ideas??? so i HOPE to balance this moving forward omg and,,, that i can actually (1) get through all pending requests and (2) write that kieran series to my heart's content

From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year:

honestly? i'd tie between "your highness, believe me." (xavier) and "don't let me love you" (kieran), because i'm super extremely happy with how those came out !!! like they're those kind of fics that just,,, i look at them and sometimes i can't believe i wrote them WHNJVFDKJ

My most popular story of this year: 

so including headcanons, then most definitely my "somnophilia" post WHKGSJDG it was at like 9k-ish notes the last time i checked (last month)???? absolutely INSANE to me because i didn't think it was my best writing (plus it's SO short?!), but it makes me happy to see it so well-received !!!!!!!!! if it's just actual fics though, there's "youtiful" (rafayel) at 1.4k notes !!!!! <3

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

oh geez i think i'll actually say "begin again", but also at the same time i'd understand why that is, considering jeremiah is a side character and not one of the LI's? i do think i wrote it pretty well though and regardless i do wish it reached a wider audience ngl HWFKSJNG if i had to choose from the fics i have of the LI's though, i think i'd go for "every word feels like a shooting star" !!! purely because it is a 13k words+ fic, and it did take me quite a lot of time to write, that i wish it got a little more engagement hehe (the same for "your highness, believe me." at 9.7k) but THAT'S TO SAY, I'M STILL SUPER GRATEFUL FOR ALL AND ANY OF THE SUPPORT I'VE GOTTEN NONETHELESS !!!! <333

Most fun story to write:

"don't let me love you" IMMEDIATE ANSWER because THAT. was the most fun i had writing FOR THE WHOLE ENTIRE YEAR oh god whgddnkf i wrote that during entrance exam season?! my exam kept getting postponed due to typhoons, and i was like fuck that and wrote this in probably like.... two days or so HGSKNDV i had SO much fun with it, like a piece of comfort for me <3

Story with the single sexiest moment:

personal opinion i'm torn between "i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands" and "muse" which............. coincidentally are both rafayel fics whoopsie HGSNKDVMDHG i'm actually not very sure what others would choose though, but i did see "pulse" (zayne) and "pretty girl" (l&k) quite well-received !! (the tags were fun to read hehe)

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:

HM,,,,,, I DON'T PARTICULARLY THINK I'VE WRITTEN ANYTHING REALLY INTENSE SO FAR................... but i do know that "candy" was a stretch that some people weren't happy with (because. you know. candy.), "red lights" was definitely on the more intense side at least out of the fics that i do have, and "muse" (the paintbrush scene.......) had some people pretty shocked lmfaooooo BUT UH,,, CAN'T HELP MUCH i tend to write on the fluffier vanilla side of things GHKSDJG

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:

"youtiful" (rafayel), "youtiful" (xavier)! really had to do some digging for rafayel's so i could get his personality right for it, and i do have to say that writing it made me appreciate his character more! xavier's had me focusing more on the shining traces card which i'm not super fond of because i get sensitive to anger and there was quite a bit of it in that card, but i did get to appreciate the exploration of the whys and hows of his anger, which in turn made me appreciate him even more, too! (funny... after misty silhouette...)

Hardest story to write:

ANY of zayne's fics that i've written, but ESPECIALLY "if i can have you" (dawnbreaker) ... because oh geez. i say this ALL the time but i get SUCH perfectionist tendencies whenever i write him, like i never feel satisfied with how i portray him and sometimes i'd just rather not write rather than write something i feel is a lackluster portrayal of his character, you know? i love him to death, all of you know this, but writing for him does take a toll out of me x_x

Biggest disappointment:

nothing really comes to mind immediately i think...? i'm pretty happy with the things i've written and all the support i've been getting! if i'm disappointed, it's mostly because . i do owe . quite a number of requests HWFJVNSKDJGNKSVJ I'M SOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY I DIDN'T THINK I'D BE BAD AT GETTING THROUGH REQS BUT WE'RE GOING TO GRIND ON THEM THIS MONTHHHHHHHHH

Biggest surprise:

everyone's support honestly omfgggggggggg i feel like a broken record but really truly i never thought i'd be receiving so much love from everyone. i started this blog very much on a whim, didn't even expect to be active on it????? but waaaaah it makes me incredibly happy sharing little pieces of myself with you all, and hearing it offer comfort, or joy, and all the little things!!

Most unintentionally telling story:

HMMMMMMMMMMM. either "begin again" (jeremiah), "youtiful" (zayne), or "youtiful" (xavier)! those three are very personal to me and also my own personal comfort fics!!! though... they were written intentionally to be personal fics? i'm not sure if i've found which fics of mine are unintentionally telling.... but lemme know which ones you think so, i guess!! :>

Highlights + Wrap-up:

5 Favourite Opening Lines:

1. "You knew well what it was like to drown. The tilt of his head, the subtle tug of the corner of his lips—his eyes were half-lidded, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. But whether from amusement or sheer exasperation at your lack of response, you couldn’t quite tell anymore. You’d been trapped in his allure from the start—there was no more escaping. You knew well what it was like to drown." - once upon a december

2. "This was how it was to be in love with you. The sweet smell of roses, a walk under the cherry tree…. The calm breeze of morning and soft, fresh linen sheets. Sunlight peeking in through the window, pages of a book. Of words that could mean more to him than he could ever think to describe." - to love you more

3. "It was like stardust. Speckles of light gathered around his figure, illuminated in such a glow that wouldn’t dare allow you to look away. If a few moments ago he’d brought you out for a walk under the stars, that view of the sky was nothing compared to the view in front of you now." - the stars are jealous knowing you're by my side

4. "You don't fall in love with someone in the span of a few days. It didn’t work that way—love was a fickle emotion; complicated, unpredictable… terrifying. To approach it meant silent steps. It meant biding your time, holding out your hand, moving forward little by little…" - if i can have you

5. "You’d made many mistakes over the course of your life—some, then, including the ones you’d made tonight." - kiss me or leave me

[honorable mention]: "The fact of the matter was this: Blankets were comfortable." - sunday morning

5 Favourite Closing Lines:

1. "The moonlight illuminated many things. Now, it cast both your bodies in an ethereal glow, settled together in an intimate, loving embrace." - pulse

2. "The warmth of his words, blending in with his familiar, most precious nickname for you, had you easily forgetting whatever trepidations you had in your heart. Maybe, you thought, whatever came with this new door in your relationship was worth it—especially if you could be in his arms the way you were now, listening closely to the lull of his heartbeat." - treacherous

3. "To be loved is to be seen. And he sees you, and you see him. To you, there's no greater love than that." - to be loved is to be seen

4. "His eyes fell closed. This time, he felt—this was a promise he could make for you. This time, knowing he had you, he thought… Perhaps, he could. "…Mhm. Rest now,” he whispered. “And I’ll be by your side. Always."" - every word feels like a shooting star

5. "“I believe you. I do, and I will, and you—you will be my Queen. I will make sure of it. Beside me, with me.” A slow, shaky breath— “Your Highness, believe me.” - your highness believe me.

5 Favorite Lines from Anywhere:

1. "And I love you became goodnight; I love you became stay; I love you became come back; I love you became come with me. It became a glance. It became a touch, it became the tug of your hand. It became gentle ruffles of your hair, it became smiles, it became laughs, it became—you. Love became you." - every word feels like a shooting star

2. "“If your vow is to protect me,” he murmured, “then mine is to protect you. If your vow is to love me… then, so, too, will my vow be to love you. You are not behind me. You’re with me.”" - your highness, believe me.

3. "The music had since been long forgotten. Familiar, yet faded within distant memory, as the world, once more, became filled with you." - every word feels like a shooting star

4. "All fragrant perfumes as petals unfurl one by one, a sea of beautiful pinks and reds enough to blind you into their allure and have you bleed—you had always felt this way. Every rose had their thorns; and you’d just never learned to love… without them." - begin again

5. ""Don't let me love you." You could hear it in the way he kissed you, the way he moved against you, the way he almost seemed to have lost any control he had in his body and his only thought was to consume you. "Don't let me love you." But it was too late." - don't let me love you

Fic-writing goals for 2025: 

i should organize my wips and actually finish them </3 IM ALSO GOING TO WHFKSJDNGK GET THROUGH REQUESTS I PROMISE OMG. IVE TAKEN FOREVER FOR SOME OF THEM IM SO SORRY

[eurydicees]

The spotify wrapped prompt is such a fun idea!! My fav song on my playlist is #9, so that's the one I'll choose for you!

sorry for the delay--have a lil shiratorizawa/ushijima drabble :D

the strongest team in all the world

summary: shiratorizawa loses. there's no other way to put it. shiratorizawa loses. prompt: spotify wrapped #9, heartbreak feels so good by fall out boy pairings: wakatoshi ushijima & shiratorizawa volleyball club words: 955 warnings: none 

When you are eighteen, everything that hurts is its own little death. Every pain is like losing your own life, losing your heart, again and again and again. When you are eighteen, the world ends every time you close your eyes to let go of the tears. 

So Ushijima and Shiratorizawa lose to Karasuno, and he lies back on the court to stretch and, for just a moment, he closes his eyes. And the world ends. 

But: “Don’t you go slacking on me,” Tendou says. 

And then the world begins again. He opens his eyes.

I won’t, Ushijima thinks. He’s not sure if he says it out loud. It’s all still so surreal. They’re on the court floor, stretching, cooling down, and they’ve lost. It’s all over. 

He had trained for this game knowing—believing, being so sure—that they would win. They had all trained for this believing that. Maybe that had been their downfall: not considering anyone else in Miyagi a great enough threat to keep them from Nationals. 

Pride. Worthless fucking pride. 

A blink, and they’re done with stretches. A blink, and they’re getting on the bus. It was a good enough game to get on the bus. Not good enough to win. But enough to drive home rather than run there.

Ushijima and Tendou always sit together on the bus. The ride back from this game is no different. The difference comes with the silence. 

Usually, Tendou keeps up a steady chatter while they ride back. Goshiki rambles on about his favorite plays during the match and only a few of the benchwarmers listen, mostly other first years. Shirabu sleeps, and he always snores. Semi’s music, though he has headphones in, always bleeds out into the rest of the bus. Reon and Yamagata talk in low tones about things they could have done better. 

There are always layers upon layers of sound. There’s always something.

This bus ride is silent. No one talks. 

Tendou always sits at the window. He likes to count the green cars that pass by. Ushijima knows this, because last time that they beat Aoba Johsai, there were seven of them and that had been a record. Ushijima knows this, because he knows Tendou and his intricacies. Ushijima knows this, because he loves Tendou and his intricacies. 

Today, Tendou stares at his hands. He doesn’t point it out when a green Honda passes by. Ushijima nudges his shoulder, pointing. Tendou nods. Gives him a tight smile. 

A blink. The world ends. 

Then they’re back at Shiratorizawa, and the world begins again. It’s getting dark. The sun is red and hollow in the sky and the clouds hang like heavy pauses in a conversation about defeat and pride and strength. The earth is turning still. They lost, and the earth is turning still.

“Six in the morning tomorrow,” Coach Washijo says. “Third years’ presence is optional. But if you don’t come tomorrow, don’t bother coming again.” 

He turns around. Walks to the athletic offices. They all watch him go. They just stand in their little semicircle and watch as he walks away from them. He doesn’t look back once. 

There’s no sense of urgency to it. Instead, there’s a sense of emptiness. Of vast blank space in their lives. In their futures. All of the time that they had set aside for volleyball, for Nationals: just empty space. 

So they all stand there, in the setting sun, watching their coach turn away from them—the losing team—and walk away. He doesn’t even dismiss them as he usually does. He doesn’t say goodbye to the third years who may not show up again. He just leaves. Step by step by step, until he disappears behind a door. 

Ushijima could say something, now. But all his words have already been used. Besides, they all know that he’ll be at practice at 5:45am tomorrow. Coach Washijo probably knows, too. He knows that they’ll all still show up. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t look back. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to face them. 

After all, he, too, failed. He, too, lost this game. He, too, let go of something. 

So: a blink, and Ushijima is starting the long walk back to the dorms. The team follows him. Eyes on his back and he keeps walking.

Ushijima turns around only once. He turns around to look at his team: his beautiful, wonderful, crying, strong, prideful, defeated team; with the sunset behind them, filling in all the empty spots in the great big sky; with all the weight of loss and all the weight of the future on their shoulders.

Yeah. His beautiful, strong, defeated team. He loves them, the Shiratorizawa that lost to Karasuno. Whether or not they have lost. They are still his team. They will always be his team. 

And those who are left, those who come after him, those who continue, those first and second years, they will try again. And again. And again. They will fight again. They will honor what has come before and they will create something new. They will lose again. They will rise again. 

Take this loss and make it something greater, Ushijima thinks. 

When you are eighteen, every loss is the ending of the world. Then you blink, and time has passed. A new team arrives. A whistle is blown and a new game starts.

Ushijima takes a deep breath. Promises himself that he’ll come watch their games next year, just like surely some of them will come watch his. A tear falls over his cheek and over the curve of his lips and he doesn’t wipe it away. Just lets it fall. It’s only one tear. Only one apocalypse.

A blink. And the world begins again.

[noorpersona]

Rivalry: Shirabu

"You’re insufferable."

That was the last thing you hissed at Shirabu Kenjirō before the attending physician turned, red-faced and barely breathing through his nose, and barked loud enough to make half the emergency department flinch:

"Both of you—out. Now."

But that wasn’t how the day started.

It started with an argument.

“0.25 milligrams,” you said evenly, eyes flicking from the tablet to the patient. “He’s seventy-two. With a documented history of hepatic impairment. We’re not doing a full dose.”

Shirabu didn’t look up from the vial in his gloved hand. “He’s metabolizing fine, vitals are steady, and the attending’s notes—”

“—don’t override the risk of oversedation,” you cut in, sharper this time. “We need to adjust it. I already cleared it with Pharmacy.”

He glanced at you then, that cool clinical stare that always made your blood boil. “I triple-checked the chart. We’re wasting time.”

“You’re going to put a seventy-two-year-old man into respiratory depression.”

“And you’re going to let him seize while we argue.”

Your mouth opened, ready to fire back—and that’s when it happened.

The patient’s monitor screamed.

A violent shudder rocked through his body, limbs jerking, back arching off the gurney.

“Shit!” you both snapped in unison.

“Code blue!” you shouted into the hallway. “We need Ativan, now!”

The room exploded into motion. Nurses poured in. A crash cart slammed into the doorframe. Someone started chest compressions. And you—helplessly gripping the IV tubing you hadn’t primed—stood frozen beside Shirabu, both of you silent, horror pooling in your throats.

The attending shoved through seconds later, eyes wild. “Get the hell out!”

__

Now.

“You’re done here for today,” the attending had spat, voice blistering. “Go help the nurses. Clean linens, supply runs, sit with waiting patients—I don’t care. You’re both liabilities right now.”

Shame swirled in your gut. Not because you were wrong—no, you were right about the dosage—but because you’d let Shirabu get under your skin. Again. And someone paid for it.

You stormed out of the trauma bay, white coat flaring behind you like a war banner, and Shirabu followed half a step behind, not saying anything yet, which was somehow worse. The moment you passed the threshold into the hallway, you whirled on him.

“You’re unbelievable,” you snapped. “I told you the dose was too high—”

“And I told you I triple-checked the chart,” he said coolly, not even looking at you. “But of course, you think you’re always right.”

“Because I usually am. You never listen to anyone, you just go with your arrogant little gut—”

“My gut?” He turned then, sharply, eyes like frost over steel. “You mean the one that finished top of its class in diagnostics and surgical prep?”

“Oh, congratulations,” you snarled, hands tightening into fists at your sides. “You got a gold star while you ignored the actual patient in front of you.”

"You don't know how to read the room half the time," he snapped. "You’re so busy being morally superior, you forget we’re on a clock. You want to argue philosophy while someone’s bleeding out? Grow up."

You could feel your pulse in your teeth. Heat flooded your face. You weren’t even sure when the two of you had gotten so close—but now he was right in front of you, all sharp lines and cold fire, his jaw tight, breath shallow, his stupidly pretty mouth parted like he had one more insult on the tip of his tongue.

“You’re a condescending prick, you know that?” you hissed. “Always acting like you’re the only one with a functioning brain.”

“And you’re a self-righteous control freak who can’t take being challenged.”

“You don’t challenge, Shirabu. You bulldoze.”

“And you let your emotions run the whole goddamn room.”

You stared at him, breathing hard, chest rising and falling as if you’d just sprinted across the hospital. He was infuriating. Arrogant. Cold. The kind of person who drove you absolutely insane. And yet—

His mouth was moving again, eyes still sharp—but all you could think about was how close he was. How flushed his skin had gotten. How your stomach hadn’t stopped twisting since that patient flatlined. The adrenaline still burned in your chest like a furnace. And how long had it been since anyone had touched you, really touched you—looked at you like more than just a coat with a badge and a clipboard?

When was the last time I had sex?

The thought shot through your brain like a live wire. The frustration, the tension, the sheer exhaustion of existing inside a pressure cooker like this day after day—it all exploded behind your eyes.

Sixteen-hour shift. A missed lunch. A mistake that rattled your bones.

Fuck it.

You grabbed the front of his coat, yanked him forward, and shoved him—hard—into the nearest door. It flew open with a groan, revealing the dim, cramped supply closet, the air inside cold and sterile and completely indifferent to what was about to happen.

You shoved him inside.

He barely had time to stumble backward before you stepped in after him, kicked the door shut with a sharp slam, and crashed your lips to his.

It was a mistake. It was impulsive. It was heaven. A desperate, furious kind of salvation.

Shirabu froze for half a second—just long enough for you to think oh god, what have I done—before he growled low in his throat and kissed you back like he’d been waiting for this, like he had been burning too. His hands found your waist, fingers digging into your hips like he wanted to leave bruises, like he needed to anchor himself to something real.

You gasped when he walked you backward, guiding you with rough, hurried steps until your back hit the shelves. The plastic bins and paper-wrapped gauze rattled with the force of it.

“This,” he rasped against your jaw, breath hot and uneven, “is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.”

“Shut up,” you whispered, clawing his lab coat open. “I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”

“Then stop giving me reasons to use it.”

You dragged him down again.

The kiss deepened, turned frantic, messy. Teeth. Tongue. Hot breath and sharp nails. The smell of antiseptic and the sting of fluorescent lighting faded into nothing. The only thing you could feel was the press of his mouth, the grind of his body against yours, the heat blooming low and hungry in your belly.

He yanked your scrub top up, pushed it out of the way with impatience, and bit down along your collarbone like he meant to leave a mark. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. You wanted him closer. You wanted him rougher. You wanted to feel anything but the burn of regret and the echo of the code blue.

And you let him.

Because you’d been burning for too long.

And because, for once, Shirabu Kenjirō had finally shut the hell up.

[toomanygoldfish]

Dog or Cat?

post #2! I plan to put the poll up on Sundays, and have the Drabble out by Saturday.

Kenjiro Shirabu

[softeninglooks]

ushijima wakatoshi | birthday sweetness

bringing back this (edited) drabble i wrote for ushijima’s birthday last year. i always liked his character, but post time-skip wakatoshi hits even harder! seeing him help and befriend iwaizumi was really sweet 〔´∇｀〕

tendou never let his best friend’s birthday pass by without cake. and although the collected and stoic ushijima did not seem like one for birthday celebrations—let alone the extravagant kind tendou always was so fond of—, every year ushijima blew out the candles that his team mates had stuffed the cake with (always the exact number!) nd smiled a little, gratitude seeping through the cracks of a usually imperturbable demeanor.

the tradition remained throughout high school. tendou always made sure to get ushijima a cake, or some kind of pastry, whenever the 13th of august came around. the whole team would stay after practice, munching on delicious slices of fancy cake bought out of a joint effort; they did the same for every team mate’s birthday. but for ushiwaka, it was always special. he, the quiet boy with more often than not no friends, had never received that kind of attention before. in truth, he did not dislike it. he would have been fine without it of course, but that yearly slice of cake, along with smiles and pats on his back, always left a warm impression within him. something he could not describe with words, but felt every time. something close to the feeling of finally fitting in.

he never thought it would continue though. after high school, it was after all common to lose connections, people slowly drifted away and friendships came undone without the people involved even noticing. yet tendou always found a way to shake ushijima’s pre-conceived expectations. his first birthday after high school was no exception.

in the united states, where he began training for his international career, ushijima did not make many friends; volley-ball occupied his mind. then the 13th of august came around.

ushijima’s phone got flooded with texts and congratulations from his former team mates—even coach washijo sent his prodigy a benevolent text. his father treated him to japanese cuisine for lunch and offered him a book touching on physical training, the kind of useful gift ushijima enjoyed most.

but the biggest surprise yet awaited him in the evening. an unexpected delivery.

when ushijima opened the door, a big box was put into his hands, the mail-man assuring him that he had got the address right and this was no mistake. all wakatoshi could do was thank him, perplexed, and set the mysterious object upon the table to open it. inside sat a cake. a chocolate cake, with waves of white frosting on top and capped with a volley-ball sculpted out of chocolate. cards slipped out of the box.

happy birthday wakatoshi-kun, the first one read. don’t eat it all in one sitting ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ baked by yours truly - tendou satori.

before ushijima even had time to think about what to do next, his phone buzzed, and next thing he knew the faces of tendou, semi, goshiki, shirabu, ohira, kawanishi and yamagata all appeared before him, most of them smiling, all barely changed even after a few months.

“wakatsoshi-kun,” tendou sang brightly, pointing at him through the screen. “did you get our present?”

“yes.”

“the ball isn’t exactly round, but i redeemed myself with the nice frosting, don’t you think?” tendou went on cheerfully and puffed his chest. “i baked it all by myself. culinary classes are starting to pay.”

“thank you.”

ushijima took a closer look at the cake, which indeed did not look as neat as that of a professional baker—but something about its imperfections, the slightly irregularities in the curve of the ball, the inscription ‘happy birthday’ written atop the frosting in tendou’s handwriting made it all the more authentic. it made it special for ushijima.

“come on, dig in! we all got our own!” tendou lifted up a plate with an identic slice of cake, as did the rest of their friends.

“i baked enough for all of us so you wouldn’t eat alone. though none of you lot get a fancy volley ball and inscription,” he winked. “enjoy, wakatoshi-kun!”

“it’s really great to see you, happy birthday wakatoshi-san!” goshiki was the second one to speak, cheeks red from excitement—as much as bashfulness—when addressing his senpai after quite some time.

“let him eat, then we’ll talk,” shirabu rolled his eyes, but a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“come on wakatoshi-kun, we’re waiting for you!” tendou hurried him on. balancing his phone against a glass of water, ushijima did as he was told and dug in. it was not the first time he tried something tendou had baked—and never disappointed. though not being much of a sweet tooth, ushijima could tell that coming up with such a cake must have taken his friend a lot of energy. the sweet taste of dark chocolate (his favourite kind, were he to choose one) filled ushijima’s mouth with a taste of sugary bitterness which was alleviated by the sweetness of the frosting.

“sooo…?”

tendou’s inquisitive look met ushikawa’s eyes, the red-haired boy eagerly awaiting his reaction.

“it’s really good.” ushijima nodded, taking another small bite.

“it’s amazing, tendou-san!” goshiki cheered on, which was followed by semi’s equally enthusiastic reply.

“you should bake for us more often, tendou-kun!”

“aren’t you two getting ahead of yourselves?” shirabu scolded the two of them, but got drowned out by ohira also complimenting the desert.

seeing them like this, reunited, bickering and laughing and trying to talk over each other to congratulate their former captain, gratitude inevitably shone upon ushijima’s face. as his team mates began singing ‘happy birthday’, he smiled a little, calmly sitting there and listening.

there could be no better gift than them.

[idlescara]

KARASUNO — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

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UKAI KEISHIN — ★

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SUGAWARA KOUSHI — ★

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★ — SMAUS

you had a dream that they cheated on you — gn!r

(sugawara, kageyama, kenma, shirabu, osamu, sakusa) — pt.1

SAWAMURA DAICHI — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

AZUMANE ASAHI — ★

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SHIMIZU KIYOKO — ★

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NISHINOYA YUU — ★

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★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

you had a dream they cheated on you — gn!r

(nishinoya, atsumu, kunimi, akaashi, semi, kita) — pt.2

KINOSHITA HISAHI — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

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TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE — ★

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HINATA SHOUYOU — ★

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TSUKISHIMA KEI — ★

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YAMAGUCHI TADASHI — ★

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO — ★

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close as strangers — m!r

it had been 6 months since you had last seen kageyama in person after he had moved to italy. you supported your boyfriend with his dreams of playing professional volleyball, but you weren’t willing to uproot your own life to follow him. day by day you could feel your relationship deteriorating, nearly to where it was unfixable. kageyama knew he couldn’t stay away from you any longer if he didn’t want to lose you for good, so he did the only logical thing he could think of. he purchased a ticket back to japan, back to you, and packed a bag. kageyama didn’t care if he would get his ass handed to him for doing such, you were more important to him. you were there for him before this, and he would make damn sure you were there for him afterwards.

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

you had a dream they cheated on you — gn!r

(sugawara, kageyama, kenma, shirabu, osamu, sakusa) — pt.1

[5iyoomi]

> Haikyuu

Last Updated: September 24, 2024

Key: Fluff (🩷), Angst (🥀), Suggestive (💋), Smut (🌶️), Timeskip (🕔)

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how they kiss you [hcs] | various x gn!Reader

part 1 — koganegawa, kenma, kageyama, atsumu, oikawa [🩷/💋]

part 2 — sugawara, shirabu, semi, akaashi [🩷]

comforting you after a bad day [drabbles] | various x gn!Reader

osamu, ushijima, tsukishima, oikawa, daishou, yaku [🩷/🕔]

how they eat you out [hcs/drabbles] | various x fem!Reader

kinoshita, hoshiumi, matsukawa, kita [🌶️]

— Aoba Johsai

matsukawa issei.

biological dad!Mattsun x fem!Reader [drabble] - [🌶️/🕔] ★ incest

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bokuto koutarou.

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ushijima wakatoshi.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

tendou satori.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

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komori motoya.

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