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shhhlikeme · 3 years

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SemiShira angst that just popped into my head -

So I just realized that Semi is canonically not the sharpest tool in the box but he works for the government (mean, furudate!!!! but it’s also true in fanon) ... whereas Kenjirou is pre-med...gorgeous and intelligent.

A little angsty, but I don't think Shirabu's parents liked the idea of Semi because of this. Or at least that's what he thought, because:

One night when he was relaxing at Shirabu's house, Semi overheard his boyfriend's parents gossiping about Mr. Shirabu's brother's family because they were doing something as absurd as allowing their daughter to marry an artist. Pretending to listen to the movie, when really he was eavesdropping on the conversation down the hall, Semi listened to them chastise her, heard them say that they would never allow one of their children to date an aspiring actor.

"How do they expect him to support her!?" Mr. Shirabu interrogated.

"I just want to squeeze her and tell her: oh honey, I know you think you love him but relationships like that are only a phase. He is a phase--" Mrs. Shirabu advised.

"--Do you know how many people want to make it in that industry? Surely he is missing some screws if he cannot see that it's simply unrealistic!" shouted Mr. Shirabu.

"I had one before I met you, remember, honey? Dating is fine… but marriage? I wouldn't dare approaching my parents with such nonsense. She must leave him while she's still young," - Mrs. Shirabu added softly.

"I'd make her delete his number in front of me."

"He will never achieve his dream, I'd tell her. And that occurring will leave you picking up the pieces for the rest of her life."

"Mhm. My brother told her they didn't want him coming to their house anymore."

"We can help them find someone so much better, can't we, sweetheart? Why don't we ask around at the Osaka Club next weekend..?"

"--Semi?"

Semi's felt his frown so deeply his chest sunk. It was the same chest that his boyfriend had been resting on, so the sunken chest-pillow made Shirabu lift his head slightly.

"Semi. Babe?"

After being called a second time, Semi glanced down to see his beautiful boyfriend looking up at him quizzically. He watched the younger man bat those long, perfect lashes at him, and suddenly, Semi felt like he could breathe again. Kenjirou removed the headphones he had in and lowered the phone he had been watching videos on. Glancing up at his ash-blonde boyfriend, Shirabu innocently asked what made Semi go rigid like that.

"It's...nothing. Sorry."

The brunette snorted. "Nothing, my ass, E. You've been staring into midair."

"Mm." Semi pursed his lips, attempting to conjure a valid excuse. "Just nervous about my band's show next weekend." Now that was believable. "And sorta wondering if you put any thought into inviting your parents to one of the shows next month?"

Shirabu pulled his lower lip between his teeth before answering. "They're busy next weekend, remember?"

"Mmmm…" Semi nodded. "But there are plenty of shows, so maybe one of them."

"Yeah, maybe."

Semi's heart sank, but he placed a quick kiss on Shirabu's forehead to make himself feel better. "Go back to your weird pimple popper videos, loser."

"Hey!"

"Oh--and wait--Shi?"

"Mhm?"

"Your other brother. The one who's already married."

"Yeah?"

"What's his husband do again?"

"Oh uh…. Zu's husband is a...vet, I think. Moji's boyfriend is a corporate lawyer."

Semi nodded. "Oh. Okay…"

"Babe," Shirabu's eyebrows furrowed, expression pinching to seem even more quizzical than before.

"Why?"

Semi just played it off as if he hadn't overheard anything from Shirabu's parents, lifting a hand to run through Shirabu's hair the way he knew he liked.

"No reason. It's nothing," he continued to card through Shirabu's hair as the younger male got comfortable on his chest again.

The following week, Semi took on an astronomical level of determination. As it stood, he was an unemployed young man chasing his musical dreams; however, things changed.

Semi did everything in his power to pull some strings. He did not have the best academic resume by any means, but he was good with people, and his alma mater was a highly ranked school. Semi worked tirelessly for months, going to workshops and making connections until he finally got himself a decently-paid starting job with the Government. It was a tedious filing job, and he had to work with pre-law snobs, but Semi did not care. He'd work here forever if he had to.

Unfortunately, the new nine-to-five working hours meant he had to cut back on pursuing his dreams with his band, ultimately causing Semi to miss his first tour and more. Semi was eventually kicked out because of his absences, but his boyfriend only found out about that months later.

"So, babe," drawled Shirabu one day when he hopped into Semi's car after work. "I ran into Tachi today."

Shirabu immediately noticed how his boyfriend got rigid like he did that night on the sofa.

"Y-yeah?" Shirabu tightened his grip on the steering wheel at the mere mention of his old drummer's name. "What--is he stalking my boyfriend or something?"

"Not quite," Shirabu hummed, thoughtfully, wanting his boyfriend to just come out with it. "He just said the band really misses you."

Semi forced out a pain-infused laugh, one that made Shiravu raise his eyebrow.

"They'll be fine." is all the man added, then he quickly said, "Are you hungry? Want me to stop for some food for you?"

This all confused Kenjirou, who was shocked that Semi got kicked out of the band he started—the band that was Semi's whole world--but whenever he confronted Semi about it, the white-haired just gave him the cold shoulder or (when he couldn't get his stories straight) Semi insisted that he, in fact, quit because he needed more money; sometimes snapping at Shirabu to just let it go.

It hurt Shirabu to know he was being lied to, but little did Shirabu know that…

...Semi planned to ask his father for his hand in marriage, soon… which was the reason behind why he was doing all of this.

But, at the same time… little did Semi nor Shirabu know, that: no matter what Semi did, the Shirabu's had long ago made up their mind….

And they were never going to give Semi their blessing.

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zayray030 · 3 years

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Don't Mess With Shiratorizawa's setter

Summary: Semi didn't appreciate having his boyfriend ogled by a bunch of boys. It was time to set things straight.

Relationships: Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou

If those absolute assholes did not shut the fuck up in the next five seconds someone was going to get whacked by his chemistry textbook and then stabbed with a whisk.

And that was the least descriptive killing method that the Shiratorizawa team had for killing the asshole, homophobes that sat on the table in front of them, shit-talking Shirabu, whilst said boy had gone to get a book

“Satori, I need your help to help restrain myself from injuring these boys. I would much rather not inform my father that I have regressed to methods such as punching to let out my anger,” said Ushijima, the usually stoic teen having a demeanour of complete rage surrounding him.

“You're funny, big guy if you actually think I'm going to stop you from killing those brats.” came Tendou’s tight response.

“Semi-San? Are you okay?” asked Goshiki. The poor boy was probably the only thing stopping the team from committing first-degree murder but they could tell it was all being reluctant.

“If one more thing about my boyfriend comes out of those prejudistic assholes and it has to do with the size of his ass, or his clothes, or anything to do with sex then I will personally admit to being guilty at the trial.” Semi threatened darkly and Goshiki resisted the urge to shudder. His Senpai was scary when it came to their setter.

“As his best friend I allow this,” muttered Kawanishi, equally as dark. He did not appreciate hearing that shit come from those boys. Shirabu might be a brat but he was his best friend dammit and nobody was allowed to say anything about him.

Okay, so like let's fast forward a couple of hours ago before the Shiratorizawa boys volleyball team had begun to discuss torture methods on how to kill the idiots talking about their bratty yet adorable setter.

~A few hours ago~

Semi was going to go into cardiac arrest. He was sure of it. That was the only excuse for why his heart had begun racing to the point he was sure he would have to go to his doctor as quickly as possible.

Or maybe it was because seeing his boyfriend (yes! Boyfriend! God, he was never going to get tired of saying it) of three months in an adorably oversized, pink pastel sweatshirt and shorts so short you couldn't see them below the sweatshirt. Along with this ridiculously adorable look, his salty boyfriend had a pair of golden round glasses on and his cheeks were flushed.

Semi Eita would gladly die right here and now and be quite happy with his life. After all, this image of his boyfriend was enough to check everything off his bucket list.

The rest of the team seemed to have the same thought, all of them just staring at his boyfriend as if he was an angel and if they weren't used to his normal saltiness they would have all assumed him to be an angel. Even Ushijima seemed to find his boyfriend angelic cause the normally stoic teen seemed to have his jaw unclenched. And in Ushijima language that practically meant his jaw was dropping.

All except Kawanishi seemed to have trouble thinking as they stared at Shirabu. Kawanishi, the little fucker, had had the nerve to just simply waltz up to the work of art and hug the smaller boy. The boy replied with the same energy as a tame cat turned savage and he aimed consistent kicks at his best friend's ankles.

“Put me down you savage.” the boy hissed and Kawanishi snorted before finally releasing the boy.

“I'm going to ignore the hypocrisy just this once.” said the taller boy.

When Shirabu merely touched he turned around and threw a smug look at Semi, the expression rare on his normally deadpan face. The look screamed, ‘Ha, I get privileges as his best friend that you don't get and you're his boyfriend, bitch.’

Okay, so Semi might be over-exaggerating but it was clear that the second year had it for him, especially after he had started dating Shirabu.

It wasn't that Kawanishi wasn't supportive of his best friend. In fact, he had been ecstatic when the two setters had announced their relationship cause it meant that Shirabu wouldn't be talking about the older boy constantly and asking whether he liked him or if he would be kicked out of the team for being gay and if the team would tell anyone and if it would be like with his dad.

He was glad that his best friend was no longer second-guessing himself but he had seen Kenjirou at his most vulnerable and he wasn't sure he wanted anyone else to see him like that. If Semi wanted to earn the right for him not to be a prettier brat than even Shirabu then he would have to earn the gingers trust.

(Who knew that that time would come in like, the next two hours.)

“Eita,” Kenjirou said, usually monotone voice happy as he walked over to his boyfriend. He'd gained more confidence over the course of their relationship and had started initiating things first now.

Semi had to suck in a deep breath when the small boyfriend wrapped his arms around him. ‘The sweater is as soft as it looks.’

“Baby,” he answered back, with his usual smirk and internally cheated when the boy blushed and puffed out his cheeks. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Tendou clutch his chest and he couldn't blame him, Shirabu was adorable.

“Loser,” he mumbled, face still burning and stud on his toes to peck his cheek. The boy quickly turned around, cheeks flushing and walked away, making a show of making everyone follow him. Semi followed, with a giddy grin on his face. He so wasn't going to get used to that.

Everyone, although still slightly shook at seeing their feral setter in such adorable attire, followed the shortest player.

“So, Kenjirou~” began Tendou, leaning into his Semi’s boyfriend. Out of a fit of jealousy and not really thinking about it, he pulled the younger onto his lap and shot Tendou a glare. His boyfriend however seemed more reactant to the surprising touch, if the immediate blush didn't say anything.

The redhead on the other hand simply smirked at the reaction before turning to the boy with uneven bangs.

“I didn't know you couldn't look so cute!” he teased. Wrong thing to say, which was made clear when Taichi immediately tensed and winced.

“Problem?” Shirabu answered testily and Tendou knew he accidentally stepped on a nerve far too raw to be touched.

“Well, I wasn't going to say it's bad. Just different. Which suits you.” he says, trying to salvage the situation and make the air less tense and awkward.

That wasn't enough for one Shirabu Kenjirou however, and he continued to scowl, turning back to his text.

“What Satori is trying to say,” and Ushijima, ever the peace-loving farm boy he was, decided to help Tendou with indirectly apologising to their underclassmen. “Is that you do indeed look different. But you also look cute and content. And I feel like that should be enough.” his normally blunt voice softened a degree as if to not scare the boy that idolised him so much.

Kenjirou just blushed and everyone present wished that they had the ability to sneakily take pictures on their phones.

Semi simply cuddled Shirabu’s back and continued to work on his assignment, adamant on both ignoring his boyfriends best friends glare and cuddling with his boyfriend. It was peaceful and quiet, and everyone in the Shiratorizawa volleyball team felt themselves relaxing a significant bit.

However, that all changed when Shirabu got up to grab a book from the shelves to help him on one of the essays that he was stuck on and too stubborn to ask help for.

“You know you can always ask, right?” asked Reon, apparently one of the fastest to recover but nor completely. He at least had the human decency to not stare at Shirabu as if he was an object.

“Hmph,” replied Shirabu, already moving away. Everyone around the table chuckled at the sheer stubbornness before returning back to their studies.

Or at least that's what they would have wanted. Instead, they began being subjected to a bunch of immature boys talking about Shirabu.

“That ass looks tight.” one of the guys jeered, annoying voice lowered down enough so the librarian couldn't hear.

“I know right? Always knew that little brat was a slut.” another continued.

“Think we could corner him later and see if he is as tight as he looks?”

“I doubt he is. But, why the fuck not. Would love to see him put in his place.”

A small snapping sound came from the table where the volleyball team were at and Eita realised it was because he had snapped the pencil in his hand. And it had been his favourite one as well.

And that's how we got put in this situation.

“Bet you his volleyball teams already had a go at that ass. There's no other way he could have possibly made it on to this team without having to bend over for them.”

Semi stood up after hearing that. No way were they going to insinuate that his boyfriend, the guy who worked his ass off day and night to stay on as first string and to also keep up his grades, was only on the team because they were fucking him. No fucking way.

Nobody tried to stop him as he walked over to those boys. Taichi even looked excited at the thought of Semi beating them up.

“Hello there.” he greeted, flashing them all a bright smile.

Immediately, they all stiffened. He could faintly hear an ‘oh shit’ but his grin just became sharper. They wouldn't be feeling regret in the first place if they had kept their damn mouths shut.

“So I couldn't help but hear you guys talk about my boyfriend, Shirabu Kenjirou?” he questioned sweetly, but everyone could see the venom on his eyes, daring them to say anymore. Seems like some of the students at Shiratorizawa had death wishes.

“Oh yeah? And what about it? You gonna invite us to fuck his tight ass?”

Everybody stared at the boy, all wondering how in the great Lord's name he had managed to get into Shiratorizawa.

“No. I'm giving you an opportunity to shut the fuck up before I beat you into the next century,” he replied sweetly and he could see a few boys scooting away from the one who had been oh so stupid to try and provoke Semi. At least some seemed to be getting their survival instincts back.

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to about it you fag-” the boy never got to finish his sentence and he doubted the boy would ever be able to speak again, out of fear or physical inability who knew, as a fist connected into his mouth. The boys around them didn't say a peep but their eyes widened and they all huddled together scared. Good.

“Here's out it's going to go, k buddy boy? You are going to never look, talk or think about my boyfriend or me again? If I ever hear you say any of those words I will find you and show you the true power of the Shiratorizawa volleyball team.” his voice had gotten deeper and he could hear one of the boys whimpering.

When the boy who's collar he was holding nodded in fear he let him go and he fell into a crumpled heap on the floor.

“That goes for the rest of you,” he added back to the boys behind him who were trying to escape. Immediately they all nodded, all in fear. Immediately he flashed them all a grin that caused the fear in their eyes to grow. “Perfect! Hope to never see you assholes ever again,” he said brightly before making his way back to his table.

When he finally got there he was swarmed with quiet congratulations however Taichi stayed silent. After everyone finished praising Semi he spoke.

“If you hurt my best friend I will make you wish for death. Currently, I am holding you in high respect. Fuck that up and you'll be lower than those assholes.” and that had to be the most passion the normally dead inside boy had used.

“Got it,” Semi said, giving him finger guns. The look of utter disgust on the redhead's face made him let out a small laugh.

“What's gotten you so happy in a library?” came a voice from behind him and when he turned around it was his own personal angel.

“Nothing, sunshine,” he said, pulling the younger in between his legs and wrapping his arms around him. “I'm tired. Can we go back,” he whispered into the ear, hands grasped tightly onto his hips.

He could hear Shirabu tsk but his boyfriend complied. “Fine. Let's go you lazy, cute, jerk.” he huffed, cheeks blazing.

Semi just chuckled, bending down slightly to give the boy a kiss on the cheek.

He quickly packed their stuff up and waved bye to their friends. After that Shirabu went up to the librarian and asked to check out the book he had gotten for their studies.

Once they were outside Shirabu turned to him, face a mixture of gratitude and annoyance.

“You know you didn't have to do that, right?” asked Shirabu, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“If somebody tries to talk shit about the people I care about they will get the shit beat out of them. A fair system if I do say so myself,” said Semi, not even bothering to beat around the bush.

Shirabu stared at him and it was clear the boy was about to have a go at him before he yawned. “We'll finish this off when I don't feel dead on my feet, clear?” threatened Shirabu.

“Pfft, sure darling. Meanwhile, I'm going to take you to your dorm. And don't bother trying to argue with me.” he added when he saw Shirabu opening his mouth in protest.

The copper blonde shot him a glare before walking ahead. Semi merely chuckled, before going after him, slinging an arm around his waist.

By the next day, it seemed everyone had found out about the library incident. Semi managed to get away scot-free since there wasn't any evidence against him and soon the whole school learned not to fuck with the people on the Shiratorizawa team.

Well unless you wanted to die young.

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