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choco-exe · 4 years

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the one where tsukishima and sakusa go too far with teasing their crush

anonymous asks: Hiiiiii I LOVE ur writing, and I was wondering if I could request the haikyuu boys (whoever u think fits best) who constantly tease (borderline insult) their crush, who one day just breaks down from their harsh words and say to them something along the lines of “why do you hate me?”, and how the the haikyuu boys react to that. If possible, end with something fluffy 🥺? (Like a confession) TYSMMM ❤️❤️

a/n: hello! aww im glad you do :D wait i just realized you said to have the boys react to their crush saying why do you hate me- fuuuuu- ahem please forgive me for not reading the ask correctly ;w; i hope you still enjoy, nevertheless! and why did i write these long-

tw: mentions of self hate, kind of toxic behavior from sakusa

𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 . . . 🖉

☾ he’s gonna be meaner the more he likes you ☾ like if he’s only realized he developed a crush on you, he’d treat you the same, but if it’s been weeks and you haven’t picked up the hint, he’s gonna be treating you like trash ☾ you find him staring down at you with a dead eye stare ☾ “what’s up, kei?” “you’re so short you look like a toddler” “..i’m the average height for a high schooler though-” ☾ his comments about your height never got to you, but then he started to target other regions of yourself ☾ like he’d give a rude remark about a low score you got on the quiz, or how you always look dead inside well he isn’t wrong ☾ whenever he said something negative about you, you just shot back a counter and brushed it off ☾ after a month of this going on, though, his words started to sting a bit ☾ “hey kei-” “can’t you stay quiet for one second? it’s like you blab out words every chance you get” ☾ imagine your surprise, since it was unusual of him to comment about you talking ☾ and one of your biggest insecurities is being annoying to others; you knew you tend to ramble about things, and a nagging voice in the back of your mind was always telling you about how people around you would get fed up with it ☾ did tsukki mean to say it like that? of course not; he was meaning to have a bit of humor in his statement ☾ he just said it in such an annoyed tone and way that it made it seem like he was bothered by you talking ☾ “..sorry, kei. my mind wandered for a bit..” ☾ you figured that he just had a bad day, and you were over it after a full night of sleep i could really use that ☾ the voice inside your head grew louder, however, and tsukishima’s comments didn’t help at all ☾ “stop bothering me about the homework; cant you see i’m busy? ugh, fine, take my notes if you’re that stupid-” ☾ “if you want attention, listen to this playlist. it should satisfy your longing for voices; i need to study for a test now” ☾ it got to the point where your mind was yelling at you about being a nuisance, and the final piece you needed to break just so happened to be during a practice match..

“You did great, blocking them all, Tsukki!” You exclaimed, flashing him a grin as you pass him his water bottle and towel. In all honesty, you were forcing your smile so hard, it began to hurt your jaw. “I could’ve blocked better if someone wasn’t screaming the whole time,” the middle blocker said, wiping sweat off his forehead. You had been passing out water bottles to the other players, but you stopped dead in your tracks when his words hit your ears. “Y/N-chan..?” Shimizu asked worriedly, eyeing your expression that Tsukishima couldn’t see. The said blonde took off his goggled to switch them out with his regular glasses. “It was just a practice match; getting hyped up wasn’t exactly the brightest idea your mind conjured up.” Putting his glasses on after wiping the lenses, he looked down at you to see your tear ducts brimming with your sadness. “..huh..?” You touched your face as a tear slid down your cheek. The other club members looked at you in concern. “Ah- don’t worry, everyone..” You wave your hands frantically as Daichi and Sugawara stare disapprovingly at Tsukishima. “It’s nothing to worry about. I’m just gonna.. step outside for a bit.” You forced another smile out onto your face, then quickly scampered out of the gym. The silence was so thick, you could slice it with a sword. Four-Eyes clearly didn’t expect you to be that emotional over his statement, as his face was filled with a small mixture of concern and confusion. He ran after you, shoving his things in his hands to Yamaguchi and leaving the rest of the team shocked into standing still. You had fled to a nearby bench, where you collapsed onto and shoved your face into your hands, desperately trying to stop your tears from shedding. How stupid, you thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Look what you did; you made the team worry about you, and they’re all going to resent you the moment they find out the reason behind your crying. “Y/N.” Jolted out of your thoughts, you looked up to find Tsukishima staring down at you with an unreadable expression. Almost immediately, your face became flooded with streams of tears. You quickly looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands. “I-I’m sorry for talking so much, Tsukki, I’ll try to keep my thoughts to myself-” “Shut up, Y/N.” He interrupted. You sighed and calmed your breathing. “This is what I’m talking about, Tsukishima.” You muttered, putting your face in your hands once again. “I’m just a pest to everyone; anyone I encounter will automatically hate me-” “Stop insulting yourself, dammit.” The middle blocker clenched his fists in anger. “You aren’t a nuisance, and you most definitely aren’t one to be hated on- I know I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but did it really affect you that much-” You slowly took your face out of your hands to see the blonde crouching, staring up at you. “'Did it really affect you that much?’ What do you think?! God, it really seems like you don’t consider my feelings at all, Tsukishima! I’ve been suspecting that you hate me, but why-?!” Said boy quickly clasped your hands in his, surprising you greatly. His usual expressionless face was morphed into one in a slight panic. “It’s because I like you, idiot!” Taking a moment to process his words, your whole face flushed a scarlet-red. “What?” The tips of Tsukishima’s ears were dusted with a soft coral-pink hue. “You heard me. I won’t repeat myself.” He averted his eyes from yours, squeezing your hands in nervousness. “I-” You were internally melting inside; who would’ve thought the salty beanpole would like someone like you? “But you would always push me to the side! Telling me you were busy and such!” Tsukishima stared at you like you were the biggest dumbass in the world. “I gave you my notes because I knew you didn’t have the energy to take them in class, and the playlist was a collection of songs I thought would suit you. Are you that dense?” “Who are you calling dense?!” You replied hastily. “And for your information, I haven’t given you my answer yet! Let go of my hands, and I’ll tell you, okay?” The middle blocker leaned in close to your face with his dead eye gaze. “It’s an agreement or disagreement, Y/N. What is your response?” You leaned back into the bench, but Tsukishima followed with your movements. “Um- I-” Your words crossed with each other, the lack of personal space making your head spin. “Yes?” Satisfied, the lamppost removed his hands from yours and flicked your forehead. “Simple as that, shortcake. If you want to freeze to death outside, that’s fine by me.” He began to walk back to the gym. “Wha- I’m not short!” You exclaimed, running after the four-eyes. “Also, I’m not the one who’s been sweating profusely for the past hour, so speak for yourself!” Tsukishima gently smiled as he heard you rapidly firing back at his comment. Looks like she’s back to her usual self. 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊 . . . 🖉

✤ obviously he’s gonna be commenting about your hygiene 24/7 ✤ the fact that he’s developed a crush on you doesn’t help, either; it means that you should be extra clean if he were to date you ✤ and of course he has to remind you almost every hour of the day; whether it be by text or in person ✤ now, you didn’t mind him checking up on you every couple of days, but every hour?? ✤ you’re convinced that sakusa has had some sort of trauma in the past, fighting with germs ever since he was a child okay not really.. unless? ✤ he doesn’t even do this to the other people he’s acquainted with; you’ve asked koromi about it, and he says sakusa just sprays him with holy water a disinfecting solution ✤ now you’re confused as to why you’re getting special treatment from him, when you two aren’t as close as him and his cousin ✤ so you personally went to his class to ask him about it ✤ “hey kiyoomi, why do you remind me to be clean every hour that you’re awake?” “because you shouldn’t have a single germ on you.” “but it’s literally the same message every time; at least make it seem more interesting” “cleaning yourself should be simple, not complicated” ✤ you got fed up with it as another week went by, which is understandable, since this clean freak was spamming your phone hour after hour without missing a single text ✤ the fact that sakusa was willing to put effort into reminding you about your hygiene was kind of sweet, but the same message every. single. damn. time. was annoying you like hell ✤ and when you tell him to stop and that you already know how to get rid of germs, he gave you a disgusted look ✤ this had to be one of the most nasty expressions he had ever made, because you stood paralyzed to the floor ✤ “i have been reminding you for your own good, y/n. why don’t you just appreciate what i do for you, instead of complain about it?” ✤ your mouth stayed shut, your tongue feeling as though it was glued to the top of your mouth ✤ “don’t mention anything like this again” ✤ you meekly nodded, and he strolled out the classroom ✤ the moment he was gone, you collapsed onto the floor out of fear, shivering as you replayed the scene again and again in your head ✤ the main question that circled your head was: why was he acting so controlling? ✤ the night after, you texted sakusa, and asked him to meet up with you at your favorite spot ✤ surprisingly, he complied. and you were waiting for awhile by the time he got there..

“Sakusa, hi!” You greeted your friend with a small but warm smile. The ace frowned; it was unlike you to call him by his last name. In fact, it had been months since you’ve said his name with such coldness in your voice. “..why did you call me out here?” He questioned in a low tone. Your eyes grew dark as you thought about what to say to him. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday. I feel as though we need to.” Sakusa’s own eyes narrowed as you spoke each word. “Are you still going to complain about my reminders to you?” Shaking your head, you stared at your feet while hugging your arms to your chest. “Of course not, I heard what you told me to do. I just.. wanted to know why you got so angry, is all.” The jet-black haired boy stared down at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to remember what specifically happened the day before. “I don’t know what you’re remembering, Y/N, but I wasn’t angry in the slightest. Are you sure you aren’t thinking of another memory of yours?” Your head snaps up when he said that he wasn’t angry. “Yes, I’m very sure.” You firmly say. “Maybe you don’t think you seemed angry, but you were downright furious. It was.. kind of terrifying.” “Are you saying I was out of control yesterday?” “No, just..” You subconsciously hugged your arms tighter to your body, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “..intimidating.” Sakusa tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. You found him intimidating? Just from a little conversation that happened because of you’re questioning ways? “I’m tired, and I’m sure you are, too,” you continued, not catching on that your friend was becoming annoyed with your talking. “Which is why I want to end this quickly. Sakusa, I have a life, too. As much as I appreciate what you do for me, I can take care of myself without your help-” “You’re repeating the same words you stated yesterday, just in different phrasing.” The germaphobe harshly cut in. “I said this once, but I will say it again, for your sake. I am doing this for your own good-” “-and I know what’s good for me and what isn’t, Sakusa!” You exclaimed, your arms no longer crossed. “I can make my own decisions! I’m not some dumb little kid you have to look after-” “Y/N-” “-so just drop this already! It doesn’t help anyone; it doesn’t help me, it doesn’t help you-” “Y/N.” Sakusa lost all patience. He towered over you, his hands clenched tightly into fists. You slightly shrink at his actions, your arms up in defense. The ace didn’t seem to notice your fear as he took a step forward. “You are crawling with so many germs, I can practically see them all over you. You are in no condition to be deciding on your hygiene, when you can’t even rid of the many dirt particles covering your skin.” He took another step forward, and you step back, unsure of what to do. Sakusa broke out of his anger when he heard a slight sob leave your lips. “Why do you hate me so much, Sakusa?!” You asked, pain laced into your voice. “I’m perfectly capable of not being dirty, can’t you see?! Why can’t you just leave me alone-” You used your sleeves to start wiping the tears away, although they doubled to replace the ones you removed. The ace hesitantly enveloped you in a hug, making you break down even more. “Sakusa- no- you’re gonna get germs on you-” You stammered, resisting the temptation to bury your face into his chest. “..I made you cry. I need to pay the consequences.” Said boy murmured, rubbing shapes onto your back. You continued to cry for a good 5 minutes, before slowly pushing him away. “..thank you.” You sniffled. “I know consequences has nothing to do with that. Why did you-?” “I like you, Y/N.” He cut you off, making your eyes widen. “The reason why I’d been constantly reminding you to wash up is because I thought I should date someone who was clean to the touch. That was wrong of me, so very wrong. I apologize, and it’s fine if you reject-” You shut him up with a kiss to his mask. “Are you traumatized yet?” You asked, trying to crack a smile. “That’s my revenge from yesterday.” Sakusa blinked multiple times before realizing what you did. “..I guess I deserved that. So is that a yes..?” You broke out into a beautiful, radiant smile this time, the moonlight making you glow even more than you already were. “Of course, Kiyoomi!”

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svnaslove · 4 years

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cuddles. II

Genre: fluff !! and chaos 😔 !!

Characters: Kishoshita, Narita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi

warnings: uhm.. yams’ part is a lil suggestive 😳

#7 | Hisashi Kinoshita | 木下

kinoshita !!

chile let me take a moment to breathe because he’s so underrated but idk how because this man is so pretty !! and kind !! and respectful !!

im about to bark

n e ways

he’s a lil insecure bub🥺

since he sits alot i feel like that did a little something to his confidence :((

but it also made him more aware of his surroundings and he’s very very supportive !!

when you first said you wanted to cuddle he was like

“😳 y-you wanna cuddle?”

kinda scared to at first because he doesn’t know what to do lsjfdls

so you guys started small like just leaning on each other, then laying on each others laps and then full on cuddle sessions <3

he’s so fcking cute !!

if your hair’s long, he ties it up while you’re cuddling so it doesn’t get in the way for you 🥺

if anything he’s trying to make sure you have a good time when cuddling more then himself

#8 | Kazuhito Narita | 成田

cutie !!

again, another v underrated boi, imma cri real quick

he’s literally the cutest ever

he was the first to initiate cuddles and it was so cuteee

he went in to give you a hug while you were standing in the kitchen and he was just like “i miss you :(”

he was touch-starved😭

but then he just...

didn’t let go DSFJLKDS

“kazu, baby, do you want to cuddle?”

HIS EYES LIT UP, HE GOT SO EXCITED

but then he got bashful,,, “if you want to....then i want to too... “

“dummy, i saw how excited you got, let’s go cuddle”

literally happy boi, just trailing after you to the bed to cuddle :))

holds u so tight >.<

but a comfy tight :)

#9 | Tobio Kageyama |影山

my heart goes out to kageyama this absolute baby😭

he’s so awkward because he doesn’t know how to initiate anything and the only thing he’s ever thought about is volleyball

it’s to the point where he has this weird feeling that he just wants to hold you but he doesn’t know how to ask ??

and sometimes he doesn’t know what it is either so he’ll be like, “damn, maybe if i drink some milk, this odd feeling will go away”

spoiler alert: the milk does not help 💔

heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♀️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪

so one day you guys are just late night watching tv together and you’re both under the blanket and he’s like “damn, here’s that weird feeling again”

and he just

stares

he just stares at you because he doesn’t know how to ask because he’s scared to feel embarrassed

you feel him looking and you just turn to him like

“😳 hello?”

literally this pretty ass boy is just staring at you and you’re freaking out and he has no self realization and you’re just there, mad blushing

he gets all blushy too and looks away

SLKDFJLSDJF

“im sorry :(”

then he can’t take it anymore

he stares again 😭

“ 😳 tobio, do you need something?”

“c-can we cuddle?”

THIS CUTIE SLDKFJSDLKF

and you’re like oH, THAT’S WHY HE WAS STARING AT ME LIKE THAT

“yeah, come here”

you hold out your arms and he just goes to your arms

you’ll be laying on your back and he’s laying on your stomach

and you’ll just play with his hair and hum and he just feels so relaxed and he just takes in your scent and gets smiley sometimes

and now every time he just stares at you, you know that he wants to cuddle, its just a non-verbal agreement now fldsjsljf

bonus:

this position of cuddling with him was the first time he told you that he loved you 🥺

you were just the only person that could keep him grounded, and when he’s like that with you he just feels so at peace and he just realized out of nowhere that he fell in love with you 🥺

#10 | Hinata Shoyou | 日向

🥺 🥺 🥺 !!!

so baby !!

he can’t stop smiling when you guys are about to cuddle

like his cheeks are hurting !! and he’s still like :DD

like nishinoya, he would tickle you too but it wouldn’t go as far as a tickle fight, just a little something to get you to giggle

squeals “you’re so cuteeee” ALOT

he will squish your cheeks

honestly, at this point, you guys’ cuddles are more like both of you just laying next to each other really close face to face, some limbs intertwined and just squishing each others cheeks, tickling here and there and just tracing each others features

literally about to cry, the puppy love energy is astronomical 😭

count each others beauty marks, i just feel like that is def something that would happen one day lfkjs

silly faces !!

he compliments you all the time like “you’re so prettyy 🥺” but when you compliment him he’s like

“wait🤚 😳 , u talking about me?? 😳” will blush so hard he will blackout

he’ll have to hide his face into like the crook of your neck because he’s all blushy

#11 | Kei Tsukishima | 月島

i hate him with so much love

does that make sense

yes, it does.

will tease the HELL out of you when you show that you want to cuddle

gets all smug too😤

but tbh he just does that because he just gets wayyy too excited and his hearts all chaos

it’s his coping mechanism for being a simp 🤡

so he’ll just play with you

“oh? you wanna cuddle? hmm, i don’t know, ask me again in 5 minutes”

MF I SWEAR I WILL CLIMB U

also he gets way into that “hmmm” as if he’s thinking really hard about it SDLKJFSDLK

then you get all pouty and leave and he’s like

“IM JUST KIDDING JESUS WHERE ARE YOU GOING”

he let his simp side show 😔 r.i.p. ur pride tsukki

and you’re shocked, like where tf did tsukki go?? this ain’t him fkjsd

so you mess with him too

“oh? so you wanna cuddle with me now? hmm, i don’t know, you were kinda mean to me earlier, maybe i’ll just ask tadashi or something.”

you’re literally reaching for your car keys and walking out of your apartment and he just

*SWOOP*

this tree ass mf swooped you out of the floor over his shoulder earning a loud and embarrassing yelp from you and just carries you to bed

“you’re not going anywhere, don’t be an idiot”

puts you on top of the bed and just lays on top of you to keep you from moving anywhere

“KEI THIS IS NOT COMFORTABLE I CAN’T BREATHE”

“then stop being weird saying you’re going to cuddle other people and cuddle me already dumbass”

gets off and you guys lay comfortably together

“i hate you kei” ~in a playful manner ofc <3

“i know” *gives you a kiss on your forehead* 🥺

#12 | Tadashi Yamaguchi | 山口

i will violently *🥺* for yamaguchi any day, everyday

i love him so much he’s just so 🥺 🥺 !!

ok !!

so cuddling with yamaguchi is the softest experience any human could ever go through

he so soft ???

he’s so sweet ???

he’s so cute ???

he’s so respectful ???

im in love.

will always be asking if somethings okay, if you’re alright, if you’re comfy, if he’s doing anything wrong

but it’s never in an overbearing way, it’s more in a reassuring way !

he was def awkward the first time but he just got more comfy with you over time

but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t get all blushy and a lil nervous on where to put his hands because he does

he just wants to know if you’re okay, he doesn’t want to accidently make you uncomfortable

but uhm....

one day...

you two were cuddling

and everything was going good, everything was just fine

in fact, he didn’t even need to ask if you were okay or comfy etc,, because he just knows what you like now and he can tell from your body language

but uhm...

you were cuddling, you were the little spoon and he was the big spoon

and you just wanted to get closer

so you nuzzled back into him

and he just

froze.

“tadashi? what’s wrong?”

“uhhhh.....”

literally his face is so red

and then...

u felt it.

you tense up too and you’re face is starting to get red and you’re like

“uhh.....is ....that...?”

yamaguchi looks like he’s about to cry lsdfkjs

“IM SORRY, I CAN’T CONTROL IT, YOU JSUT FJSDKL YOU BACKED INTO ME AND IT JSUT DID IT IM SORRY”

literally already standing up ready to run out of there

but then 😳

you just grab his wrist n you’re like

“let me help”

his v*rgin brain just short circuits like $(*#$)(#@*#*)$(@#*$)(@#$*

R.I.P. Yamaguchi Tadashi 2020

damn we already lost daichi and now we lost yams too 😔🕊️ fly high

TOBE FLYYYY HIIIIGHHHH ASE TOTHIDONARIDADE

HIKARU SUBASEYO IMA ZENBU ZENBU FLYYYYYYYY

*raw guitar riffs going WIIUM WIIUM WAUUM WAUUM WIIUM*

Part I: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Ennoshita

Part II: Kinoshita, Narita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi

Part III: Kiyoko, Yachi, Ukai Keishin, Takeda

Part IV: Saeko Tanaka, Akiteru Tsukishima, Shimada, Takinoue

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 4 years

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Love at first Lyric

Kuroo x F!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Slight Angst/Fluff

A/N: Currently obsessed with Haikyuu so I needed to write something. This isn’t really my best work so bare with me. ;^;

~~~

A recently depressed Kuroo comes to see you perform with your cover band for the first time.

~~~

Kuroo sighs, his head in his hands as he sits on the sidelines of the volleyball court. Kenma and Yaku glance at each other in worry before looking back at the team captain. Yaku sits down next to him and pats Kuroo on the shoulder.

"You doin alright there, big guy?"

Kuroo shakes his head, removing his hands from his face and side-eyes the libero. "I mean, the person I've been pining for the last few months of my life led me on, found themselves a partner and doesn't talk to me anymore." Kuroo sighs and buries his face in his hands once again. "So no, not doin alright right now, thanks for asking."

Kenma lightly slaps the back of the short boy's head, earning him a slight glare. He sits down on the other side of Kuroo, opening his phone to play his game. "You know, Shoyo said Tsuki's cousin is in this cover band and they're playing tonight in Tokyo. We should go, take your mind off of everything."

Kuroo looks at his best friend. "I dunno…"

"Dude, a concert?! I'm totally down!" Lev pops up out of nowhere with a goofy grin on his face.

"Of course you are." Kenma mumbles with an eye roll. He speaks directly to Kuroo once again. "Come on, you need it."

Kuroo raises a brow at the pudding headed boy, who hasn't looked up from his game. "You, Mr. Anti-social, want to go out to a venue that holds multiple people in one teeny tiny space?"

Kenma sighs. "Can you please just come?"

Kuroo chuckles lightly. "Fine. Only because you asked."

Kenma gives Kuroo a light smile before tuning back to his game. The rest of the team chats excitedly about tonight's concert, not noticing Kuroo's smile fading, once again, into a look of heartbreak.

~~~

"Yay! You guys made it!"

The Nekoma team smiles at the excited ginger, who was bouncing around. Kageyama grabbed Hinata by the collar and dragged him away to calm him down. Tsukishima scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Did you have to invite everyone to this?"

Hinata pouts and struggles against Kageyama's hold. "Calm down, it was just Kenma and the rest of the Nekoma team. Not a big deal."

Daichi and Sugawara sweatdrop at the interactions before turning to Nekoma and greeting everyone. Kuroo keeps quietly behind everyone, making Daichi tilt his head in concern. Usually he'd be the first one to greet everyone with a large smile. But before he could say anything, the lights in the venue dimmed, causing the crowd's talks to turn into a quiet murmur. Suddenly a spotlight appears on stage, revealing you and your band. The crowd cheers, a smile sliding across your lips.

"Hey guys! My name is Y/N and we are Cats Cradle!" The crowd goes wild, making you laugh. "Tonight we will be covering some of your favorites! Up first is 'Remember We Die' by Gemini Syndrome!" The crowd goes wild as the music starts and you bring the mic closer to your body, opening your mouth to sing.

Can you lend me a hand? Can you help me to see? Can you reconcile this war inside of me?

As soon as the lyrics leave your mouth, Kuroo's jaw drops. His eyes fixate on you, the angelic vocals that hit his ears causing the room around him to fade. With wide eyes, he focuses on nothing but you.

Remember we die But you're still alive So don't let go Cause it's the only thing you know There's plenty of time To see the other side

You get to the chorus, belting out the words with full emotion. Kuroo's heart beats faster, completely mesmerized by your voice and visuals, watching only you the entire time.

The crowd roars as you finish the set. A wide smile drifts over your features.

"Thank you everyone! Next song is going to change the pace a bit." You wave to the band, who exits off-stage. "You're all stuck with just little-ole-me! Next up, 'My Strange Addiction' by Billie Eilish!"

Kuroo's hands clench at the mention of the song title. It's one of his favorites and he gets to see this beautiful person in front of him sing. The music starts up over the speaks, as the lights dim once more and the spotlight is on you.

Don't ask questions you don't wanna know Learned my lesson way too long ago To be talkin’ to you, belladonna Shoulda taken a break, not an Oxford comma Take what I want when I wanna And I want ya

Kuroo watches you in awe, your eyes closed while singing passionately. He focuses on how your body sways back and forth to the beat, making his tongue dart out to moisten his drying lips.

Bad, bad news One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse Just add some friction

Your eyes snap open suddenly and gaze over the crowd. Your eyes lock on Kuroo's, making his breath hitch. The world dissolves around you while gazing into those bronze-like eyes and your heart skips a beat. The two of you stare at one another while you sing the chorus.

You are my strange addiction You are my strange addiction My doctors can't explain My symptoms or my pain But you are my strange addiction

You tried to share your gaze to the rest of the crowd, however you couldn't help but snap your eyes back to the mysterious black-haired beauty in the crowd. You gave up the fight and continued your performance while melting at the man in the crowd. As the performance finished, you sent the man a wink and walked off the stage.

Kuroo's heart beats fast and his breath is quick. 'What the hell was that?' He holds his hand to his heart, willing it to stop beating so fast. 'That girl…wow.'

"Uh, Kuroo?" Kenma looks at his best friend with furrowed brows, noticing he's in a dazed state, his hand on his chest. "Uh, are you okay?"

"Kenma…" Kuroo breathes out. His eyes are still on the spot on stage where you just left. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Kenna's eyes widen at the question but let's out a small laugh. "You know, I brought you here to keep your mind off of 'you-know-what', not to fall in love with Tsuki's cousin." Kuroo is still dazed, not replying. Kenma sighs and shakes his head, a small smile on his face.

Suddenly there are small cheers in the crowd near their group. You emerged from the crowd, bowing as you passed by. "Ah, thank you for coming, everyone. Thank you- TSUKI!"

You smile at the tall salty man who just looks at you with a look of disdain. Hinata jumps on your back laughing. "Y/N, you did amazing!!"

You laugh and pat the boy on the head. "Thanks, Hinata! I really appreciate you all coming!"

"Oh, Y/N!" Hinata jumps off your back and stands next to a group of boys you've never seen before. You notice one of the guys was the mysterious one you made eye contact with, making your face heat up. "We brought a few friends, they're from Nekoma!" Hinata proceeds to introduce every boy and you give them each a smile and small greeting. He then lands on the one you were most curious about. "And last but not least, this is Kuroo. He's the their team's captain!"

You and Kuroo stare into eachothers eyes for a moment in silence, making everyone shift uncomfortable. You give him a small smile. "Um, hi Kuroo. I'm Y/N."

Kuroo swallows the lump in his throat and gives you a shaky smirk. "H-hey. Nice to meet you."

The awkwardness of the situation makes Kenma grimace. He turns to the rest of the group and gestures to give you and Kuroo some space. Everyone understands and backs off, turning to find their own conversations with each other. Tsukishima glares at the exchange Kuroo has with you but listens anyway, knowing Kuroo is a decent guy.

Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief and silently thanks Kenma. "Your set was amazing. You can really sing."

You fiddle with your fingers and let out a light laugh. "Oh, thank you. I have a lot of fun while doing it."

The two of you make light conversation [and small flirts] up until the lights start to dim on and off. You look up at the sound booth before turning back to Kuroo. "Ah, that's my cue. I gotta go back up and finish my set."

You go to turn around before feeling a hand grip your wrist lightly. You turn your head to see a red-faced Kuroo. He quickly released you, rubbing the nape of his neck. "U-Um, sorry. I-I didn't mean to grab you. I just wanted to know i-if you would want to...you know… go out some time? W-with me?"

Your eyes widen and your face heats up once again, but you nod quickly and smile. "I would love that, Kuroo." You take a marker from your back pocket and grab his hand, writing your phone number on the back. "Shoot me a text and we'll make a date." Winking at him, you wave to the rest of the boys before heading back on stage.

"ALRIGHT, EVERYONE! GET READY FOR THIS!" You yell into the mic and hold your hand up for the band to start playing.

OOOOH, I MISS THE MISERY!

I've been a mess since you stayed I've been a wreck since you changed Don't let me get in your way I miss the lies and the pain The fights that keep us awake I'm telling you

Kuroo stands there in shock, still staring at your number on the back of his hand. His face is beat red and his smile grows into a large grin. His eyes snap up to you on stage, his grin wide.

I miss the bad things The way you hate me I miss the screaming The way that you blame me Miss the phone calls When it's your fault I miss the late nights Don't miss you at all

Kenma glances to the side, noticing a head-bobbing Kuroo with a smile on his face and the sparkle returns to his eyes. He's glad to see his friend's spark back. He knew you'd be good for him.

~~~

A/N: Last song is ‘I miss the Misery’ by Halestorm. Sorry this was kinda shit LOL.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #kurro fluff #kuroo angst #haikyuu reactions #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo tetsuro angst #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu fanficion #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #bakuhoesdumbass #bakuhoes-dumbass

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hai-nakyuu · 4 years

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I have saw your previous post about haikyuu boys personalities turn180 when they are around you. I would absolutely love if you do it for Kageyama and Tsukishima too. (or characters you would like you write too)

haikyuu boys whose personalities would do a 180 when they’re around you (part 2)

includes: kageyama, tsukishima

kageyama

(okay this was quite hard for me because you ALL know what a chaotic baby boi he is JASJAKSJAKJSKAKSLA also before we get started omg this baby’s birthday is the day after mine!!)

so kageyama’s naturally intimidating

i mean have you seen him try to smile??

but with you, oh, the baby tries his damn best to be an ideal boyfriend.

it’s so cute and endearing, cause you see how he kinda gets around you.

even if he messes up just a teeny tiny bit, he will apologize

please let him know his efforts are valid, bb boy is doing his best

“GWAH-!” hinata once again receives too late and gets another ball to the face.

“BOKE!” kageyama almost growls, fanning himself with the collar of his shirt. “get up and help me, i need to get this perfect by the end of the practice.”

hinata grumbles and scrambles off the maple floor, but does a double take at the setter’s words.

“did... did you just say you need my help?”

the rest of the team hears it too. they’re all staring at him, and kageyama fights the urge to punch something, particularly an orange-haired freak.

“i did, boke. now get up before i follow up that ball with another.”

“kageyama,” hinata pops a mentos and runs back to the net, “what do you even need to practice for? there isn’t a match until next month-”

“or is tobio-kun trying to impress a special someone?” sugawara raises a cocky eyebrow. the vice-captain knows what his successor’s trying to do.

“wha- sugawara-san- i-” kageyama stutters on his words.

“OH HE IS!” tanaka and nishinoya bounce around him. “TOBIUO’S ALL GROWN UP! HE’S A BIG BOY!”

they tackle him in a hug, and hinata follows after, leaping in and cheering for kageyama. yamaguchi and ennoshita pull asahi in a bit quite harshly, and the ace accidentally tugs both daichi and sugawara along. tsukishima tries to sass about how the great king has his own queen now, but sugawara shushes him and yanks him onto the pile of screaming volleyball boys.

amongst all the screaming, the laughter, the teasing, and the shouts of pain because BOKE HINATA BOKE YOUR FOOT IS IN MY FACE-

“hello?”

they all turn to you, standing at the gym gates with an eco-bag full of milk cartons.

god damn, you look like an angel to kageyama. (and it’s not just because you’re holding a load of his favorite drink.)

“kageyama-kun, is that her?”

kageyama smiles. it comes to him genuinely. it’s like once he sees you, the weight on his chest is gone. (quite literally, because the team takes this as their cue to scramble their way off kageyama).

“yeah. that’s my girl.”

“hi bubs!” you grin and hold out the eco-bag. “i got you some refreshments.”

“hi babe,” he sits up and takes the bag from your hands, and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “you didn’t have to get me these.”

“it was on sale, anyways,” you turn red at his public display of affection.

hinata makes his way to you, stars in his eyes as he shakes your hand. “hello! i’m hinata-kun, nice to meet you, kageyama’s girlfriend!”

you smile back and eagerly shake his hand. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you all!”

nishinoya and tanaka are in tears. they kneel down in front of kageyama, who turns horribly red.

“KAGEYAMA-SENPAI!!” they wail. “WE DIDN’T THINK YOU’D GET A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE US! AND YOU TREAT EACH OTHER SO WELL! YOU HAVE OUR RESPECT KAGEYAMA-SENPAI”

“s-senpai?!” kageyama’s eyes widen. “get-get off the damn floor! the both of you being single has nothing to tdo with me! the two of you are just idiots!”

he turns to you, his cheeks burning. “t-that’s noya-san and t-tanaka-san, they’re just jealous... that i.... have such a lovely and supporting girlfriend.”

your heart melts at his words.

meanwhile, sugawara-san hoots and claps for his first-year setter. “kageyama-kun, nice!”

kageyama turns impossibly redder. “i’m s-sorry about them, babe.”

you laugh shyly, and brush a hand through his hair to calm him down. “bubs, they’re just happy for you. i’m happy for you too, you’ve always done your best to make me smile.”

hinata pipes up before kageyama can react. “he really has been trying, y/n-chan! he wanted to impress you with his tosses earlier! he wouldn’t stop being so nervous abou-”

a volleyball collides with his face. needless to say this story ends nearly quite the way it began, only with our precious blueberry boy smiling just a little bit brighter.

tsukishima

okay, this dude has a big bro. he was taught how to treat a lady.

you cannot change my mind that he’s a gentleman

he loves you w all of himself

has this inner conflict of whether to keep his cocky self around his team when he’s with you

or just be a simp and snarl at anyone who teases him for it

“tell us about her!”

“well, she’s pretty cool. and smart. she’s beautiful and-“

“yamaguchi, urusai.”

“ah!- gomen, tsukki. yachi-san’s just so pretty i can’t help complimenting her.”

“oi, tsukishima!” hinata chomps into a meat bun. “don’t tease yamaguchi for simping for his girlfriend! at least he has one.”

tsukishima’s eyebrows narrow. “what are you insinuating, shrimp?”

sugawara points at him with his chopsticks. “when are you getting a girlfriend?”

before tsukishima can answer, yamaguchi pipes up.

“tsukishima already has one! she’s super sweet... and funny, and... oh no.”

tsukishima chokes on his food and turns to yamaguchi. yamaguchi’s eyes widen and he whispers a sorry before the first-years and second-years let out a collective scream of suprise.

guess it’s too late to tell him to shut up.

“TSUKISHIMA-KUN YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?” hinata screams. Kageyama spits out his water.

“tsukishima, why didn’t you tell us?” nishinoya karate-chops him on the head. “what is she like? tell us! tell us! T E L L U S”

“i don’t have to tell any of you airheads anything,” he grumbles, trying to will himself not to blush.

“if you won’t tell us, we’ll just ask yamaguchi! yama-yama! is tsukishima a simp?”

yamaguchi turns red and stutters. “i-i-i can’t tell you anything! ju-ju-just ask her, she’s coming over today- oh no! oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!” he buries his face in his hands.“i spoiled the suprise! y/n-san’s gonna be saaaaaaad!”

tsukishima rolls his eyes. “yamaguchi, urusai. i can always just pretend i’m surprised.”

everyone falls silent.

yamaguchi feels tears of joy. “tsukishima... you would do that for y/n-san?”

tsukishima furrows his eyebrows. “yeah. i wouldn’t wanna get shortcake’s effort to go to waste-”

there’s a knock on the gym doors. yamaguchi aggressively shushes everyone, then pushes his best friend a little too harshly to open the door.

“who is it- shortcake?”

he tries his best to pretend he’s shocked, but he’s met face-to-face with a dinosaur plushie just as tall as he is.

“surprise!” you smile, placing the stuffed animal down and hold your arms out.

tsukishima really is surprised. his features soften as the corner of his lips quirk up.

“shortcake,” he pulls you in for a hug. “what’s all this?”

“congrats on your win! you were fire!” you grin.

“you don’t have to say that. it’s fine. but thank you for the gifts.”

“Y/N-SAAAAAN!”

“yama-yama!” you run to your friend and bear hug him. “i saw you too! you were badass!”

“b-badass??” he blushes. “pshaw, no, i just stayed on the court for a while-”

“don’t say that! the both of you were great!”

“shortcake, huh?” hinata glares at tsukishima. “you just call everyone who isn’t taller than you a shorty, huh?”

tsukishima smirks, and snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you close and pecking you on the lips. “what’s wrong with enjoying the little things in life?”

#tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanons #haikyuu! headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff #kageyama fluff #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x reader

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years

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dono req for @omgaspers !!! thank you for making a donation and letting me write this for you in return! i rlly hope u like this pre-relationship fluff hehe

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daichi sawamura x fem reader word count: 2115 warning: slight angst, mentions of a previous bad relationship

A break up with your boyfriend was imminent. All the signs were there. Big and bright green, like a highway sign reading: “BREAK UP - Next Exit.”

You had been ignoring these signs for miles. But at some point, it was like someone else took the wheel from your hands and jerked it in the right direction for you, forcing you to take the Break Up Exit to Heartbreak City.

Now that you were there, you couldn’t understand why you had been avoiding it for so long. It wasn’t so bad. At least here, in Heartbreak City, you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing your ex ever again.

Maybe the fact that he didn’t care enough about your relationship to even be kind of sad that it was over should have hurt more than it did. Really, it was just a cherry on top of the bullshit you had dealt with from him over the previous two years. Besides, him not caring about you had become like a second career to him. You had come to expect it.

So he didn’t care, not when you were together and definitely not when you were apart, and maybe he had every right not to. Maybe you were in the wrong for expecting him to. Maybe you were always destined for heartbreak, because, in his words, “you don’t know how to be in a real relationship.”

Maybe. Are real relationships meant to feel so lifeless and draining? Are real relationships supposed to be a chore?

Is it normal to fight with your partner every day?

Are you meant to beg your significant other to love you?

You thought you knew the answer to those questions. You thought you were always in the right.

But if that’s what a real relationship is - lifeless, draining, fighting, begging - then you didn’t want one.

You forgot how nice it was to meet with friends at cafes or parks or shops - that sounds silly, doesn’t it? But you had been so controlled in your previous relationship that fighting to meet with a friend just wasn’t worth it, so you never even tried.

It’d been over a year since you had last seen Sugawara. He was your best friend in college, and though the friendship fizzled out for a bit, he was more than excited to see you again.

So you planned to meet at a small and warm and newly opened cafe, and you were way too happy to be there.

Until Sugawara did what he always does.

“So. I have this friend.”

He watched your face drop and knew that you were likely considering running out, so he put his hands over yours and said, “Wait, just hear me out!”

Sugawara loved playing matchmaker; it was his greatest hobby in college and apparently, he hadn’t given it up. In fact, he had spent twenty minutes bragging about getting two of his current co-workers together. Maybe you should have seen this coming.

“He’s a gem.”

“Suga -”

“Just one date!”

You took a deep breath. “I don’t want one date, Suga - I don’t want any dates. I’m sure he’s great, but -”

“Just meet him! Please, do it for me. You’ll love him, I promise you will. It doesn’t even have to be a date!”

You didn’t have a good feeling about this, but post-break up you rarely had a good feeling about anything. And you hadn’t replied, so Sugawara kept talking.

“You guys can meet up here on Friday for coffee - it can be a nice meeting, not a date! I swear, you’ll fall for him in like a month, he’s so perfect for you - if you don’t I’ll buy you coffee for a year. But I’m confident, so I don’t think I’ll be doing that any time soon.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile, because Sugawara was being way too serious about this.

“Want to see a picture of him? He’s super hot, I swear.”

You shrugged and Sugawara was already looking through his phone, and he quickly shoved it into your hands. The photo on the screen took you a minute to digest - the man was handsome, with brown hair and the kindest eyes you had ever seen with a smile to match. Despite how nice he looked, he also looked incredibly strong. You weren’t sure what your type was, but this man definitely qualified.

Sugawara took his phone back from you while giving you a knowing grin.

“His name is Daichi.”

It should be easier to wear the clothes you want to wear. You don’t have to worry about being shamed for wearing a dress that’s too short anymore - yet you can still hear him telling you he doesn’t like it.

You wear the dress anyway, and wonder when those thoughts of your ex-boyfriend will go away.

Though it’s warm outside, you don’t mind the warmth of the cafe. It gives the shop an inviting, familiar feeling, and you feel comfortable there.

You’re looking for a table rather than the man you’re supposed to be meeting, assuming he’d be late - another habit you’d required from your old relationship. But you’re shocked when you find him, Daichi, sitting at the table by the window.

When you approach him, he stands up and gives you a big smile - it looked genuine and nervous.

“Hey,” he said, “you’re Y/N?”

His voice was deep and smooth and you were sure you could listen to him talk forever.

“Uh - yeah,” you replied. You were being awkward, but Daichi was doing a good job at ignoring it.

He shook your hand, and it felt like you were greeting an old friend rather than a stranger. He introduced himself, even though you already knew his name, and he invited you to sit down, even though you were going to sit down anyway.

“I haven’t ordered anything yet,” he said. “I thought we could order a pastry to try together - have you been here before?”

Your search for words to say was shorter than you thought it’d be. “Yeah, once. With Sugawara.”

Daichi snorted at the sound of his friend’s name. “Oh, Sugawara. I love him, but he’s…”

You laughed. “I know - believe me, I know.”

It didn’t take you long to figure out what Suga meant by calling Daichi a gem. Even when he wasn’t smiling he looked like he was, that’s how kind he was. Any time you spoke, he was happy to listen, attentive and ready to give a reply that was only encouraging you to tell another story. He told you to order whatever you wanted and meant it, and then he ordered the same for himself, saying he trusted your judgement more than your own which made you both laugh.

And he was definitely easy on the eyes.

But you were still wary. You still didn’t know him well, and he was either completely faking it or way too perfect for you, you couldn’t tell. But his laughter seemed so real, and so did the stories he told; it was hard for you to doubt him even though you wanted to.

After an hour, your pastries and second rounds of coffee were finished, which meant the date was coming to a slow end. You were surprised at how sad you were about that.

“Thank you for this,” Daichi said, and you were preparing for him to tell you this wasn’t what he’s looking for, or try to lure you to his apartment for a one night stand, or something equally scary and appalling. But he did neither. Instead, he said, “Maybe we could have another meeting next week, same time and place?”

Your eyes widened. “Sugawara told you, didn’t he?”

“I - I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You tried not to cringe at the thought of Daichi knowing way too much about your past relationships and current fears, but it was hard. “You’re a bad liar,” you said with a snort. You were sure he was about to question you about your past, even though it wasn’t even all that interesting.

But just like he’s done the entire date, he caught you off guard.

“Is that a yes?”

You looked into his hopeful eyes and for the first time in months, you felt just as hopeful.

“Yeah. It’s a yes.”

Same time and place, next week, the week after, and the week after that. For a month straight, you met Daichi at that same cafe and sat at the same table at the same time of the week.

One thing did change every time, though. Daichi never let you order the same thing twice - he said he wanted the two of you to try new things together. And you liked the sound of that, so you went along.

And he made slow advances. Actually, he didn’t make any advances - the two of you had only held hands, and that’s because on the third date you were more frustrated than afraid and decided to just do it. Daichi’s cheeks turned blood red, and you decided it was worth it to do something scary just to see him flushed.

On the fourth date, he’s the one who held your hand, which excited you more than you thought possible.

But you didn’t do much talking. Not until the drinks were empty and Daichi had been giving you a look you didn’t want to see anymore.

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice quiet and emotional. He was running his thumb along your knuckles.

“Yeah,” you replied. It was honest but it wasn’t, and you weren’t sure how that was even possible.

Because you were having fun with Daichi. You loved seeing him every week and you loved texting him on the days you didn’t meet. You loved it, but you were scared of it, too. You had spent this time looking for signs that weren’t there and subconsciously following rules set by someone who wasn’t in your life anymore, and you didn’t know how to break those habits. It felt like it should be easier.

“Hey.”

You looked up to see Daichi watching at you, looking at you as if he knew something you didn’t. He probably did.

“It’s okay,” he continued. “If you’re scared or hesitant, it’s okay. We can always slow down, okay?”

“It’s not that.”

You wanted to laugh at yourself and you wouldn’t be surprised if Daichi did, too - but he only listened.

“I don’t want to go slow, but I can’t help being… scared.”

“Hey,” he said again, just to get you to look up at him. “I was the captain of my high school’s volleyball team, so believe me, I’ve learned patience.”

You laughed with him, remembering the stories he’s told you about the kind of people on his old team. You knew he had a point.

“But… I’m serious,” he went on to say. “If you need slow and patient, things will go slow and I will be patient - okay?”

That was all you needed to hear. He seemed like he was being sincere, and you were getting better at believing what he told you.

Daichi gave you no reason to doubt him, so you didn’t. There were no bad signs - you had been double checking for them. You had to let yourself go with this, because if you didn’t, you’d lose something good.

That’s why you asked him to walk you home that evening. And when you got to your doorstep, you swallowed any residual fear and asked him to kiss you.

He looked like he needed to be convinced that you were actually asking him that question. He said, “Are you sure?” and instead of answering with words, you answered him by kissing him yourself.

And it made you want to cry, because you forgot that kisses were meant to be sweet. The last time you kissed someone, he was just trying to shut you up during a fight.

No, this kiss was the opposite of everything you knew kisses to be. It was slow and soft and delicate; Daichi was squeezing your hand and you were squeezing his back, making him giggle against your lips - simultaneously melting your heart.

And it ended far too quickly.

You stood and looked at each other for a moment, and you thought that it should’ve felt awkward, but you couldn’t have felt more comfortable.

“Next week, right?” he asked. “Same time and place?”

He had a habit of asking, just to make sure. You always gave him the same answer.

“Of course. Same time and place.”

When you got inside that night, after refraining from kissing Daichi again, you called Sugawara, just to let him know that he was right.

#i rushed this a bit so ahhhhh ;-;#it may not be The Best......#but i tried i swear #daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #fluff #scenario #dono req #em's summer sleepover 2

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nychwrites · 4 years

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Winter’s Warmth — a Daichi and Michimiya fanfiction

Notes: I'm not good in writing fluff and this is my very first Haikyuu fanfiction, so I'm so sorry in advance if it's so-so 😂. I was experimenting with this, but here you go! 💓

Daichi Sawamura, class 3-4, Karasuno’s boys’ volleyball club team captain. Ever since they won the ticket to nationals, he’s been the talk of the town; girls here and there swooning over him and how he’s responsible, handsome, smart, and athletic in one.

What they don’t know, however, is that the Sawamura Daichi is also dense as fuck.

“It’s been a while, huh,” Yui Michimiya commented, gesturing to herself. “I mean, we never got the chance to talk after nationals...”

Daichi leaned against the window sill, arms crossed. “Yeah. How are things going?”

“Uh—the volleyball club seems pretty well ever since I retired,” Yui commented. “They’ve set their goals higher and the new captain is much more capable than me.”

“Don’t say that, you’re the best captain they can ever ask for you know,” Daichi replied casually, frowning a bit. Yui’s heart, however, started pounding like crazy.

The casualness between the two captains is something Yui grew up with. She’s used to being around him and the other third years in the volleyball club, not really minding that they’re, indeed, of opposite sexes. Besides, volleyball has always been the foundation of their friendship.

And well, her feelings for Daichi probably stemmed from that, too.

She knows to herself that she should’ve suppressed her feelings as soon as she felt it. It’s in Daichi’s nature to be caring and uplifting, knowing that he’s the volleyball team’s captain. However, some things just cannot be helped; best example, Yui’s situation.

I mean, what’s not to like about Daichi? He’s smart, athletic, caring, a huge gentleman, and selfless, although it’s nulled whenever he’s with his team—usually, his nagging side shows up instead.

Despite that, he’s an overall good guy. It’s a shame if nobody notices his good traits.

“Michimiya? You good?”

Yui snapped back in reality from fawning over Daichi. “Oh! I’m sorry, just thought of something,” she replied sheepishly. “So we’re graduating soon, huh...”

‘I haven’t even confessed to you,’ Yui wanted to add, but she couldn’t. Even if she tried, she knows she can’t. Even if she’s in her death bed, or if she’s in the highway to Hell. Heck, she’d rather die than to confess!

Ever since they’ve settled comfortably into the ‘friendship’ label, she can’t picture herself from beyond that. Sure, she fantasizes from time to time about being in a relationship with him, but she knows that with their current situation, that’s a bit of a stretch. She doesn’t even know if she’s worthy of being his girlfriend, even; she thinks that he’d rather date Sugawara or Azumane...

‘No. No more of the self-deprecation, Yui!’ she thought to herself. ‘At least ask him if he likes someone!’

With a determined stance, she slapped her cheeks as hard as she can, catching Daichi by surprise. “W-Woah! Are you really okay?”

Yui let out a heaved breath that she didn’t realize she was holding in and faced Daichi. “Uhm, S-Sawamura, do you, uh... l-like someone r-right now?”

Sugawara, who was just passing by, suddenly butted in with a, “Good luck, Daichi!” and walked away like it was nothing, leaving Yui confused and scared.

‘What did he mean by good luck?’

Daichi, on the other hand, was plain confused, both from the question and Suga’s sudden “good luck”. He considers Yui as a good friend, that he’s sure; but why the sudden question? And what the heck is up with Suga? Did Tanaka and Nishinoya cause ruckus again? Or, perhaps, did Hinata and Kageyama bother the vice president again? Or—

‘Ah, right. They’ll be in Ennoshita’s hands from now on.’

“U-Uhm, i-if you don’t wanna tell me, I’m fine with that,” Yui suddenly said, which snapped him out from his train of thoughts. He looked at her once more, and for the first time, saw her in a different light.

With a quickened heartbeat, he saw a different Yui Michimiya standing right in front of him; someone that wasn’t his “volleyball buddy” right from middle school. He saw the woman that she was now, with her beautiful short hair, soft, sparkling eyes, her cheeks flushed red and the sunlight reflecting down on her.

It was all too sudden.

“I-I’m sorry for asking!” she suddenly screamed, turning her body away. “I-I gotta go, b-bye!” With that, she ran away.

Daichi stood frozen, both from the shock at seeing Yui run away so suddenly and from the realization that he had.

“Oi, Daichi you stupid motherfu—“

“Suga, not too loud!”

Even with the noise his friends were making, Daichi’s head was still in the situation he was in a hot second ago. He suddenly realized the time when Suga would purposely leave him and Michimiya alone when they were talking, even dragging Asahi away from him—despite his confusion. His mind also wandered off to the time when Karasuno and Shiratorizawa played each other for the Spring Qualifiers, and how Michimiya gave him a charm. His reminiscence even took him as far back as middle school, when he and Michimiya first met and got closer to each other.

‘Why did I realize this just now?’

Those three years of junior year, and an additional three years of highschool. That’s six years in total. That’s how long it took him to realize that he, indeed, likes Michimiya.

“...chi. Daichi!”

“Huh, what?” he absentmindedly asked, turning to face his friends; a fuming Sugawara and a scared-looking Asahi, holding back the former.

“You idiot, why didn’t you run after Michimiya?!” Sugawara exploded, eyebrows knitted.

“S-Suga, give it a rest,” Asahi interjected unsurely. “You’re just asking to get bitten.”

Daichi casted a glare at Asahi, which made him flinch. Sugawara ignored the two, and placed his index finger in Daichi’s chest. “Everything that I hold from now on reeks of dumbass energy.”

“And everything that I look at is stupid,” he retaliated, staring down at Sugawara, who boldly stared back—even glaring. “Why’d you care, anyway?”

“For being a team captain, you sure are being careless right now,” the vice captain shot back immaturely, not wanting to back down.

“What’s that have to do with this?” Daichi asked in disbelief.

“Because! A leader has to be responsible and cleans up every mess being made!”

“We’re outside of the club! We’re graduating soon!”

“And so? That doesn’t deny the fact that you’re still Captain!”

‘Jesus, they’re like Kageyama and Hinata,’ Asahi thought, now letting go of Sugawara and standing in an awkward middle.

Asahi opened his mouth, wanting to stop their fight, but Daichi beat him to it and said, “It’s not like I’m not going to go after her, anyway. I’m just... thinking.”

“Wow, you sure are smart,” Sugawara commented sarcastically. “What, gonna think hard enough for her to magically run towards you?”

“Shut up,” Daichi growled, making Asahi cower. “I’m just... I wanna say the right words to her,” he added with a sigh. “I know... I’ve been dense and all—“

“That’s hardly news,” Sugawara butted in with a snicker.

“—but I think it’s about time I make it up to her,” Daichi continued. “I always had this gut feeling that she liked me, but I discarded those thoughts even way before I could even think about it deeper. And it’s not like I could ask her about it so casually, y’know?”

“But if you had the idea, wouldn’t it be better for you to clear it up?” Sugawara mused. “I mean, I’m surprised how you can disregard thoughts like that so easily. If it were me, I’d think about it for a week!”

“Oh, like how Shimizu held your hand?” Asahi perked up. “She’s really unpredictable.”

“Yeah, but she’s kinda like a sister to me now,” Sugawara immediately replied. “And I’m pretty sure she’s like the female version of Daichi. Unbothered by her fans.”

“Heard that,” Kiyoko spoke, suddenly appearing behind the three. “What’s with the serious talk?”

“Daichi’s got love problems,” Asahi explained. “Now, he’s conflicted about it.”

“Ah, no wonder why Michimiya look troubled earlier when I passed by her,” Kiyoko commented. She placed a hand on Daichi’s shoulders and demanded seriously, “You should go after her.”

“That’s what I’m gonna do, just dunno how I’m supposed to approach her,” Daichi said with a sigh, slumping his shoulder. “These things aren’t fit for ‘casual talk’ you know?”

“But you can casually cheer her up, can’t you?” Kiyoko pointed out. “That must mean a lot to her.”

“Yeah, but... this is ‘love’ we’re talking about,” Daichi countered. “It’s a gamble saying things recklessly and complacently just because I can expect something from her. I’ve only realized I like her a few minutes ago, but what if it isn’t en—“

“Just hearing you worry is enough proof that you’re sincere with her.”

They all fell silent when Kiyoko pointed that out, to which made her laugh.

“C’mon now, don’t start wimping out,” she said with a grin.

“Shimizu... I owe you a ton,” Daichi said sincerely, tapping her shoulder. “I gotta go, then,” he announced, turning his back on his peers. He started jogging away from them, raising a fist and grinning widely at his friends—his clubmates who stuck with him and the team for the past three years.

They raised their fists back, not minding Sugawara saying, “He doesn’t even know where Michimiya went.”

‘This is my last year of highschool, and it’s possible that we might never see each other again. If I screw this up, I’m done for,’ Daichi thought, repeating it over and over again as he combed through the entire campus and asking a few third years he could recognize. Eventually, his legs led him to gymnasium one, where squeaks and balls hitting the wood floor can be heard.

He slowed down his pace from a jog to a brisk walk, peaking between the open space of the steel door. He saw the basketball team with their passing drills, and on the other side is the girls’ volleyball team with their receiving drills. He suddenly remembered his own team, suddenly remembered the same determination they all shared even when it seemed like the whole world was against them.

“S-Sawamura?”

“Oh!”

Daichi almost tripped over the flights of stairs when he suddenly heard Michimiya’s voice from behind him. He had to subtly clutch his chest out of fear before facing her, and before he knew it, he had to clutch it again.

‘She’s so damn gorgeous.’

“Uh, hi,” Daichi greeted awkwardly. “I was, erm... looking for you.”

It was just one sentence; one that Yui heard a lot from Daichi over the past six years, but it had a different impact this time around. It was a cold February, and Daichi stood there in the warmth of his jacket and scarf, and the growing feelings he had for Michimiya that had seemed to triple each passing second he spent staring at her.

“O-Oh, what’s up?” Yui asked, trying to be casual, but her heart was beating loudly and frantically, as if it were going to pop out of her ribcage.

“This past six years... you always heard me out, I could confine to you whenever I had troubles—although often it was the other way around—and overall... you’ve been a big help. I don’t even know where to start because I’ve probably done a lot of awful things that seemed normal and right to me,” Daichi rambled. “I’m just—I realized something, you know? Something that’s a given, but something that I didn’t realize sooner.”

It was a cold February. The air was ringing and it was hard to breathe, layers and layers of cloth still can’t mask the coldness of two degrees Celsius and not moving for even a second can make you frozen solid. However, with each words Daichi spoke, Yui felt warm.

“Sawamura...”

“I like you, Yui... and I’m sorry that I hadn’t realized it sooner. I’m sorry for wasting six years,” he breathed out.

It was winter when Sawamura Daichi confessed his love to the person who has been in love for him for a long time. Compared to him, her love was way heavier, it was deeper and it was more intense. Suppressing it for a long time, then off to sending signals only to be ignored, then making efforts for him; Yui did so much for Daichi, not minding that it wasn’t possible even in the slightest for him to reciprocate it or to even notice it in the least.

But they’re here now, standing one meter apart and feeling the warmth of their hearts overpower the coldness of Japan. Until the very last minute, Yui was convinced that she doesn’t have a chance, as Daichi thought that he probably wouldn’t be given a chance.

But here they are now, with no gaps between them, bodies connected and pressed against each other gently, her slender hands wrapped around his back firmly and face buried in his chest, hot tears flowing down the sides of her eyes.

“Y-You dumbass...” she choked out, voice muffled, “W-Why...”

Daichi chuckled quietly, burying his head on Yui’s shoulder, gently caressing her hair. “I’m really, really sorry, Yui...”

“You don’t have to say sorry,” she replied back almost immediately. “Whatever you have to give, I’ll accept it wholeheartedly.”

“In that case, I’ll start giving you only the best, then.”

It was winter when Sawamura Daichi and Michimiya Yui finally, after six years, met an understanding and their hearts started to stand in the same path. For years, it’s always been Yui staring at Daichi from afar, only wishing to see him up close where they could walk away from that stranded spot together. When that day finally came, it wasn’t them walking away together; they stayed in the same stranded spot, hands clasped, leaning against each other as they send warmth to the other.

It was winter, but it didn’t feel too cold like the past six years. It was winter, and it was warm.

I hope you liked it! Hehe 💓

#haikyuu!!#sawamura daichi #michimiya yui #fanfiction #fluff #i'm still not sure how this works

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murdereddaydreams · 4 years

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It's The Moments That Matter (Jasahi Drabbles)

Warnings: none, just mini song fica

A/N: Look I didn't want to do full ass fics for little ideas so I did this, if you don't care for self shipping content, you can just ignore this

Word Count: 1,530

It was barely a month into their relationship, many saying that they were still in the honeymoon phase. Currently, the pair was on a picnic in the park, both laying on the blanket and watching the clouds in the sky. Her hand carefully made its way to his, fingertips lightly dancing on his skin. This caused the male to chuckle softly before taking her hand in his, knowing that was exactly what she wanted. Content, she gave his hand a squeeze. Maybe it was the freshness of the relationship but she knew that he was the one for her. She didn't want anyone else in her life and secretly hoped that he felt the exact same way. Though he was still too nervous to admit it so early in the relationship, he felt the exact same way. His heart would belong to her and only her. They would be able to overcome anything that was thrown at them but right now, in this moment, their only concern was each other. The way the breeze gently swept past them, the sounds of the other park goers in the background, the warm rays of the sun warming their bodies when it would strike. Suddenly, she turned on her side and looked at Asahi. Feeling the change, he did the same movement and faced her.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The words seemed so natural that neither reacted in shock since it was the first time the words were said, the two just leaning forward and connecting in a gentle kiss and knowing that each of them were being genuine. They loved each other, they had shown it and now finally said it.

It wasn't often that Kiyoko allowed the first year to be the official manager when it came to the matches for nationals. Today was an exception. It was a big day for the Karasuno boys, facing against Shiratorizawa on live television. They wanted their ace to be as composed as they could have him and that meant his girlfriend being there for him on the court. Before the match even started, Jasmine was hard at work trying to calm down Asahi. Her hands working his hair into a secure bun, whispering reassurances to him before she would place a kiss to his cheek before the official start of the match. Whenever he felt a small amount of doubt come to him, he could easily glance over in her direction where he would receive a quick thumbs up that would calm him once again. The breaks were spent with her fixing his hair and holding his hand as they listened to Coach Ukai. She was his personal cheerleader, thankful to have her so close this time. He knew he would see her cheering him on from the crowd but being able to feel her comforting touch between sets was even better. It was even better that when they won, guaranteeing their spot at nationals, she was quickly at his side and wrapping her arms around him. She didn't hesitate to push away Daichi and Sugawara, knowing she had to congratulate him. The way he picked her up and spun her was out of a movie, their lips joining in the excitement of it all. She was always going to cheer him on and vice versa.

"I knew you could win."

"It's because I have you."

It seemed no matter what, she always looked perfect in his eyes. He loved seeing her, always being beautiful. The flaws that she saw in herself, he just saw as things that made her more unique. The way she would toss on a headband to get her hair out of her face during the day, the way she seemed to always try and dress comfortably. Her fitted joggers paired with his t-shirt as they spent a lazy day in was one of his favorite outfits on her. The feeling was mutual as well, to say the very least. He had worries of his own, sometimes he would catch himself dwelling on something throughout the day and somehow she would know. The way she would grab his hand and compliment him on the exact thing that had his mind a mess was magical. Every little thing that one would hate on themselves was just something else the other loved. Their actions always showed the deep love that was between them, every little thought out sentence affirmed that there was no doubt on where their love was. They both wanted everything to do with each other for as long as they had together. Cuddled in bed, his strong arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her back against his chest with the blanket tossed over them as they prepared to sleep, her mind had a thought and she decided she should share.

“I know I’m not perfect but thank you for loving me as much as you do.”

“Honey, thank you for putting up with everything that makes me imperfect. I thought you would have run away from me by now.”

“I didn’t run away when I first met you and I definitely won’t now. I love you too damn much to leave.”

“Good because I love you more than I ever thought possible.”

It wasn't often that other girls showed interest in her boyfriend, most people being intimidated by him but this girl thought she could weasel her way in. Now, Jasmine wasn't worried Asahi would leave her but it was rather annoying having someone try to get between them. This was first brought to her attention when the pair parted ways in the morning, catching sight of the second year very obviously flirting with him as he tried to politely excuse himself from her. The two girls caught eyes, the first year giving her a glare while the second year smirked mockingly. This went on for two weeks, him never showing any interest in the older female and never fighting his girlfriend when she would show more affection in public. Frankly, he completely understood. He had been having his own little battle with a first year that was hovering around his girlfriend more than he liked. He always felt proud when he was able to show her PDA when he would be around. He kept his feelings a little more hidden though he couldn't help but blurt it out one night when they were studying together. The amount of reassurance he received eased his mind though they both set up a plan for that Monday. That day at lunch, they had told the two trying to get in the way to meet them and to say that they were shocked to find the couple waiting for them was an understatement. Asahi stood behind her, arm gently draped across the front of her chest as they looked at the two in front of them.

"You must be tired of always getting rejected. Asahi doesn't want anything to do with you so move on. He loves me and he will never love you."

"She's happy in her relationship so leave her alone, yeah? I'm not one for fighting but I'm more than willing to fight over her if I have to since I'll win."

It was safe to say the couple was never bothered again after that. Word going around about just how intimidating they could be when someone tried to interrupt their happiness. To say the team was shocked to hear that was an understatement, since they only ever saw the soft couple that they loved to be.

It was the little things to say the least. The small touches that were given between them to show affection. A gentle hand on a shoulder to show that they’re next to each other, a kiss that poured out the emotions they felt, it truly was the little things. It was the way they made sure the other always felt heard and cared for, making sure they knew that they were the only person in their lives that they wanted. Asahi would always make sure to check in with her, keeping her safe any way he could, making sure she knew that she knew that he would always be there for her. Jasmine would always make sure to take care of him, making sure that he always had a homemade meal for lunch, surprising him with the small things he had mentioned in passing, making sure he knew that she kept him in her mind. Every moment between them was precious, even this current moment. Her sitting comfortably sitting on the sofa, her boyfriend sitting in front of her as they had a movie playing on the television in front of them. Her hands gently ran through his hair, having been playing in the soft locks and maneuvering it into different hairstyles gently. A content sigh left the large man’s lips, causing her to stop her actions, leaning forward with her chin resting atop his head and arms draped over his shoulders.

“What is it Azu?”

“I was just thinking about how you got me.”

“Huh?”

“You got me to fall head over heels for you.”

#spotify #jasahi self ship post #jasahi 🥺#self indulgent #self ship #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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trufflerabbit13 · 4 years

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A Dove’s Ripped Wings: Chapter 6 | Ex

prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 /

Word count: 6.8 K

🏐🏐THIRD PERSON P.O.V.🏐🏐

The Ibato family were all frozen at the dinner table, staring at their youngest member as she brought her chopsticks to her mouth. She was the only one who moved, continuing her meal as if she hadn't dropped the bomb on them.

"C-Chi-chan, c-c-can you repeat that? I think I'm g-getting old and my hearing i-isn't as good as it u-used to be," Minako stuttered, her eyes shaking as she stared at her only daughter with a weak smile.

Chiaki blinked, looking up at her mother who sat across from her in confusion, her head tilted to the side.

"I joined the volleyball team."

Chiaki flinched as a loud clang rang out, her eyes shooting to Taiga who dropped his bowl he had in his hand, the rice spilling all over his front. Kouga, who sat next to their mother, choked on his miso soup, a wet gurgle leaving his mouth as he smacked his chest with his fist.

Minako's lips trembled before she burst into tears.

Chiaki sat in her chair, frozen in place as she watched the chaos that happened in front of her. Taiga was frozen stiff like a statue although steaming rice was covering him, Taiga wheezing as he tried to dislodge the tofu stuck in his pipe, and Minako sobbing while she fumbled with her phone.

Chiaki didn't realize Minako was calling someone until the familiar ring entered her ears, and she heard it get picked up with a "hello," a voice she immediately recognized as her father.

Hiroto's eyes widened, startled as his wife's sobbing face came into the sight as soon as he picked up the FaceTime call.

"H-Honey? What happened, are you okay?" The man questioned quickly in concern, his eyebrows knitting together. He only gets a blubbering response that makes his worry spike for his wife.

Minato, who sat across from him at the dinner table, looked up from his food, eyebrows raised up in interest, sending his father a questioning look.

"H-Hiroto....! Chi-chan....! C-Chi-chan!" Minako cried out Chiaki's nickname, making the two men in Tokyo share eye contact in concern, thinking something had happened to their youngest family member that was in Miyagi, hours away.

"Honey, calm down. Did something happen to Chiaki?" Hiroto asked gently, inwardly panicking, seeing how his wife was a mess on the screen, nose red as tears ran down her face.

"C-CHI-CHAN SAID SHE JOINED THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM!!!"

Hiroto and Minato froze, the later dropping his chopsticks, it rolling on the floor. Hiroto himself almost dropped his phone in his soup, fumbling with it in panic.

"W-What....?" Minato questioned with his tone a few octaves lower than usual. He's immediately up on his feet, rounding around the dinner table so he can peer into the phone in his shaking father's hand.

Chiaki has her eyes closed, the female pinching the bridge of her nose tiredly as the chaos continues at her house. Kouga was recovering from his near-death experience, the male wheezing as he wiped at his mouth that dripped with miso soup. She helped Taiga clean up, trying to place the rice grains that stuck onto him back into the bowl to get thrown out. Minako was still crying, looking like a mess.

Hiroto and Minato, who were in their house in Tokyo, tried to grasp the situation back at their other home in Miyagi, their mouths opening and closing. Their mind tried to process what they heard from Minako.

Both males blinked as the phone was taken away from the crying woman, the face of Chiaki replacing her.

"Hi dad, Minato-nii-san," Chiaki greets, smiling wearily, turning away from her family that was in the same room as her.

"Chi-chan, is what mom said true?" Minato quickly questioned before properly greeting her. Chiaki's eldest brother peered into the phone, stealing it away from his father. Seeing this, Chiaki blinked before nodding. She then flinched as she heard a loud wail from her phone, watching as Minato looked equally as startled as she felt.

"M-My baby girl taking part in something to do with volleyball a-again? I-I'm so t-touched!" Hiroto cried out, his loud wails echoing. Minato grimaced at the noise, his nose scrunching up briefly. His eyes widened as he watched as Hiroto began to stumble around.

"D-Dad?! What are you doing?!" The dark-haired male questioned, standing up to stop his father, who began to stuff a backpack.

With tears and snot running down his face, Hiroto responded, "h-how can I stay here when my princess decides something i-important like that! I need to go home and celebrate! We need to celebrate Minato!"

Minato felt a headache threatening to attack his head. With one hand, he gripped his father, stopping the large man. However, Minato can't help but grit his teeth, straining his muscles to stop Hiroto, who was built like bricks. "Dad, you can't! You have a meeting tomorrow morning and an important practice match with your team in the afternoon. And don't bother lying about it, I talked to Hirugami-kun today, so I know!"

Chiaki watched this with a cold look. Her gaze shifted to her family who was in the same room as her. Not much has changed; the three still trying to recover from their shock. Her eyes then moved back to the phone screen, her brother struggling to hold down their father, trying to stop him from taking the bullet train back to Miyagi.

"Dad, I'll be mad if you come back. You know I don't like it when you're irresponsible," Chiaki spoke. She was able to see that her words made Hiroto freeze, the man visibly shrinking back in sadness. Chiaki was almost sure that if her father had dog ears, they would have been flat against his head, his tail tucked between his legs.

"Chi-chan...." Hiroto pitifully called out his daughter's name, looking heartbroken. But Chiaki paid no mind to him, her attention on her eldest brother, who seemed to look relieved.

Minato sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose for a brief second. However, he recovers quickly, a small gentle smile on his face as he looks into his younger sister's face through the screen of the phone.

"Chi-chan, I don't know what happened back in Miyagi, but I'm very proud of you. When you have time, can you call me and tell me the whole story? I would love to hear it," Minato's brown eyes that are droopy like her own are warm.

Chiaki returns the smile, her own eyes narrowing in fondness, "for sure, Minato-nii-san. I trust that you have everything under control over there?"

Hearing this, Minato's face scrunches up briefly before nodding. Chiaki holds back a laugh, her eyes shifting to the dinner table of her home. It seemed like the twins and mother had calmed down enough to clean up the mess they made.

"Alright, I'll talk to you soon, Chi-chan. I miss you and love you," Minato sweetly says, the corner of his eyes crinkling, just like the way Hiroto's does when he smiles.

Chiaki whispers her own goodbye before placing the phone on the table. With a sigh, she rolls the sleeve of the sweater she wears, moving to help clean up the mess and see what can be saved from their dinner.

🏐🏐TUESDAY AFTER SCHOOL🏐🏐

"I'm glad you were able to get an okay from the school nurse," Daichi comments as he stands next to Chiaki.

Chiaki nods in silent agreement. She was glad too. Yesterday afternoon, she had not gone to the volleyball team's practice after school because she had to speak to the school nurse about joining the volleyball team. Of course, the nurse had put up a fight, seeing as Chiaki was of tremendous help. But eventually, she gave in, although somewhat reluctantly.

Now she stood next to Daichi and Sugawara in front of the bus, making sure everything was set. On her upper arm, she had a red cloth band that signified her as a medic, something she proudly wears.

During the weekend, Takeda had emailed the inter-high representatives. And it was quickly decided that when the tournament comes around, Chiaki will work as one of the many medic volunteers around the stadium. When Karasuno has their own games, she will be on break and be allowed to be on the court with the coaches and manager. And during the other times, she will be working, standing at standby, watching other games just in case there is an injury.

Chiaki didn't mind that. Especially seeing as it gave her volunteer and experience hours she can use for university. Plus, she'll be able to scout other schools. ��

Daichi made troubled eye contact with Sugawara, the silver-haired male seeming to be holding in a laugh. The two males looked down at their black club jacket. Attached to it is a hand, Chiaki holding onto the cloth and Daichi holding back the need to comment on it. Sugawara, on the other hand, found the whole thing funny because it seemed like Chiaki was doing it without even realizing it.

Both males recall yesterday afternoon after practice when Kageyama had spoken to them. The first year had warned them about Chiaki's tendency of holding hands and commented that it'll likely be one of them who would be at the receiving end of her affection seeing as they were closest to her. Neither of them minded, but a small part of them felt flustered at the thought.

All the members slowly climbed onto the bus, leaving the three of them being the last ones to be outside. A mischievous gleam flashed in Sugawara's eyes as his hand moved to wrap around Chiaki's, making the girl blink in surprise. She stared at his hand for a moment before her eyes went to her other hand that still gripped onto Daichi's jacket. At that moment, she seemed to realize what she was doing, looking a bit taken aback and a bit bashful.

"Oh... I'm so-"

"It's okay if you want to hold hands, Aki-Chan! Daichi nor I are bothered by it," Sugawara assured with a beam before pulling her along, entering the bus. Daichi followed after them with a small smile, taking a seat near the front, sitting beside Chiaki.

Sugawara had claimed the window seat, seeming to be in a good mood, his hand still holding Chiaki. Little did he know that with his words, he had opened the doors that Chiaki was reluctant to do so herself, and from now on, she wasn't going to hesitate to hold hands with either of them seeing as he had given her the green light.

"Ah, Aki-senpai, here," Kageyama spoke up from the seat beside them, rumbling through his gym bag before pulling out a bottle of ginger ale and a small packet of pills. Sugawara and Daichi eyed the items with an eyebrow raised, while Chiaki looked relieved, taking it with a smile and nod.

"Kageyama, what are those for?" Daichi questioned, watching as Chiaki popped a pill in, swallowing it down with the soda.

Kageyama frowns, making sure to watch Chiaki swallow the pills before speaking. "Aki-senpai gets motion sickness from bus rides. Having those helps a bit, and I remembered last night."

This makes both Sugawara and Daichi look at the female beside them in concern.

"She should be fine now, though. She'll probably feel a bit nauseous, but because she took those, she should be fine. But it really is strange, it's only for buses" the raven-haired setter comments matter of factly, "she's fine on cars and other moving vehicles. But she always feels sick on buses."

"I probably can't stand boats either," Chiaki says before getting comfortable in the seat. She grimaces as the bus begins to move, Chiaki leaning her head against Daichi's shoulder as she closes her eyes. Said male flinches for a brief second before relaxing, Sugawara snickering in response. The silver-haired male had a feeling his friend was going to take a bit to get used to the skin contact with the girl, but he knew Daichi would eventually.

Sugawara sits up a bit as he hears a commotion from the back, Tanaka trying to hype and cheer up Hinata, who was abnormally nervous for today's practice match.

"Oi, Hinata! Have some pocky! That'll lighten you up a bit! Her-what the heck with that face!" Tanaka gasped as he took a good look at the ginger, flinching at the dark circles underneath the first-year's eyes.

Hinata blinks, his eyes almost lifeless. "Ehh? Ah, I kinda didn't sleep last night..." Hinata admits before covering his mouth with his hands, "c-can we open the window...? If we open it, I'll be-" The poor boy isn't able to finish his sentence as he disperses his stomach's content on his victim.

Chiaki kept her eyes closed with her eyebrows furrowed, "Suga-San, please open the window before the smell comes to the front of the bus and makes me even sicker..." She weakly whispered, the silver-haired male immediately doing as she said.

Daichi petted her silver-head in pity, "Aki-chan, take a nap if you can. I'll wake you up when we get there."

In response, the female nods in understanding, burrowing her face into Daichi's upper arm and letting her conscious go.

The silver-haired female adjusted the white face mask on her face, turning to Kageyama, who watched her silently.

"How is it?" She questioned, dusting off the black Karasuno tracksuit she wore that matched with Shimizu and the other club members. Kageyama nodded, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I wouldn't recognize you immediately, Aki-senpai. With your new hair color and half your face covered, it's hard to recognize you as long as you don't speak, and people don't get a good look of your eyes," the setter reassured, giving her a thumbs up.

This makes Chiaki sign in relief. Her gaze shifts to where the others were gathered. Hinata was apologizing multiple times to Tanaka, who had got dressed into a extra pair of clean shorts, typing his dirtied pair into a plastic bag to take home and wash.

Kageyama and Chiaki approach the team, they eyeing the silver-haired female in confusion and curiosity in their gaze.

"Why are you wearing a face mask, Aki-san?" Ennoshita questioned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "are you feeling alright?" He question, growing concerned for his fellow second-year's health.

Chiaki opens her mouth to assure that she's fine when most of them look at her in worry. But before she could, she's beat by Kageyama.

"She's hiding her face to go unnoticed by her ex," Kageyama answered as if it was the most obvious thing have a stoic expression.

"WHAT?!" The boys all yell in shock, their mouth hanging open before looking at Chiaki to confirm the setter's words.

Chiaki blinks once, processing what her kouhai said. And when she does, she lightly smacks his head with a frown on her face. "Don't spread lies, Tobi-kun," she scolds, shaking her head in disbelief in slight annoyance.

"S-So, what he said isn't true?" Tanaka questions while sweating, unusually nervous to hear her response.

The silver-haired female sighed, placing a hand on her hip, "me trying to hide isn't a lie. But the person isn't an ex. I haven't even had a boyfriend before."

This makes a look of surprise to spread across Kageyama's face, the male eyeing the girl beside him with a puzzled look. "He's not?"

At the younger boy's words, Chiaki could feel her cheeks had flushed a light pink. However, the facemask she wore hid it, much to her relief. Chiaki shakes her head and takes her place beside Daichi and Sugawara, having ended the conversation with her silence.

The other boys could tell that the conversation had ended as well, Hinata and Tanaka moving to Kageyama.

"Pssst... Is what she said true, Kageyama...? She never has had a boyfriend?" Tanaka questioned, Hinata nodding in curiosity, his eyes shining.

The raven-haired boy frowned, scratching his cheek. "Uh, we all assumed they were dating back in middle school. But they never said anything officially, so I can't say, Tanaka-san," Kageyama admits, thinking back to his time in middle school. "But, they were super close to the point that we thought they were dating. The whole vibe was almost like a married couple..."

This makes Tanaka sweat drop, not being able to imagine that Chiaki, who was beginning to be known as someone unattainable, the Takane no Hana (1) of his grade to be in a relationship. Hinata, on the other hand, looks shocked by the information.

"If what she said is true... I can't believe someone as pretty as Aki-senpai never has had a boyfriend," the ginger comments in awe, "you would think she'll have suitors lining up in front of her house."

At his words, a dark look appears on Kageyama's face. He grips onto Hinata's head, making the said boy squawk in pain and surprise. "Listen here, bōke. Around Aki-senpai, there are four scary guards that wouldn't hesitate to snap your neck if you even glance at her in the wrong way. No one is worthy in their eyes..."

All the boys who heard this gulped, shaking in fear as they wondered and imagined what their setter said. Daichi, who had also heard, only paled, a faraway look appearing in his eyes, a weak laugh leaving his lips as he silently agrees to what Kageyama said.

Eventually, they all make it to the gym, although Chiaki did note that Daichi had disappeared at one point. A few moment later he had come back, dragging Tanaka, who pouted as his captain scolded him with a vein popping on his forehead. Sugawara, who saw her puzzled look, laughed seeming to be used to the specific scene.

"Tanaka probably picked a fight with the opponent team again, and Daichi must have scolded him," the silver-haired male explained, Chiaki nodding in understanding not verbally responding to her senpai. And she wasn't planning on opening her mouth any time soon. The silver-haired female hadn't spoken a single word since she walked into the gym, deciding if she had to, she'd whisper.

She felt on edge, looking around and recognizing quite a few familiar faces. When she walked past them, she kept her head down, letting her bangs cover her eyes and hide her features her mask couldn't.

And thankfully, none of them seemed to notice anything. However, Chiaki nearly flinched when Kunimi stared with his half-lidded eyes, a look of curiosity in them as they trailed after the Karasuno team. Beads of sweat trailed down the back of her neck as his gaze landed on her. Although there was no denying Kunimi had moments where he was lazy, she knew that he was one of the sharpest underclassmen she had back in middle school.

A small sigh of relief left the female's mouth as Kindaichi approached the slightly shorter boy, pulling his attention away from her.

Seeing this, Chiaki turned towards Tsukishima, the said male blinking as the female grabbed his hand.

"Wha-"

"Don't move, I'm taping your fingers for you," the silver-haired female whispered, using the tall blond's body as a shield as she began to tape his finger although he argued that he could do it himself. Chiaki paid no mind to the scowling blond, neatly taping his hand, much to his astonishment.

Tsukishima bent his fingers, scrutinizing his taped finger with narrowed eyes before looking down at the female with a condescending smile, "huh, you're not that bad."

"Two of my older brothers are middle blockers as well, I've taped their fingers all my life," Chiaki quietly explained as she put away her tape. However, she looks up in surprise as she hears a crash. Tsukishima and she both blinked as they realized a stiff Hinata had crashed into the bench, tumbling to the floor in his nervousness.

Chiaki can't help but furrow her eyebrow, growing concerned for the short boy realizing how nervous he looked. It seemed like it was the same for the third-years, all of them watching the orange-haired boy in varied levels of worry.

"Aki-senpai, don't look, but at two o'clock, Iwaizumi-san is looking over here," Kageyama whispers as he walks past her. The female is thankful for the warning, nodding in understanding before maneuvering around the team before using Daichi and Sugawara as a human shield next.

They both send her a questioning look but don't make a scene as they only share a look of confusion with each other before shrugging it off. From the corner of her eyes, Chiaki could see that, like Kageyama said, Iwaizumi was looking at her. Beside him is Kunimi, seeming to say something to his upperclassmen.

Unknown to Chiaki and a waste of her worries, the two males had no clue it was her. Instead, they were speaking about their jealousy of the Karasuno team, their other teammates joining in.

"Karasuno has two managers? How is that fair?" Hanamaki comments, running a hand through his pink hair with a pout.

Iwaizumi lets out a laugh, seeming to look a bit amused as his friend whines, "I don't think the one with silver hair is a manager though. She's wearing a medic band on her arm, she's probably their medic."

"I feel even more jealous now. A personal medic? That's kinda like a nurse, right?" Matsukawa grins, nudging Hanamaki, who also shared a similar look as him.

"Their manager is really pretty, but their medic also has a very good figure although I can't see her face with her mask," Kunimi comments, making the three years look at him a bit taken aback, not expecting him to join in their thirst conversation.

Hanamaki releases a loud laugh as he roughly grabs Kunimi, wrapping him in a headlock the younger boy immediately tries to escape, "looks like Kunimi is also a man! But you ain't wrong about figure, they're big," the male grinned, earning a smack from Iwaizumi who decided that was enough.

Kunimi looks annoyed at the comment, glaring at his senpais, who snickered at his expression.

A whistle was blown, catching everyone's attention as they gathered on the court. Chiaki wished her team a quiet good luck before taking a seat beside Shimizu, a small medical bag at her feet.

"Ah..." Both females chorused, Chiaki closing her eyes as she fights the urge to punch at the bridge of her nose.

As soon as the game started, Hinata messed up with his nerve, going after the ball even after Daichi called it. Shimizu sighed beside her, sharing a brief eye contact with Chiaki, the two females not being able to help it but let out a weak, wry laugh.

The longer the game continues, Chiaki becomes even warier, her eyes darting around the court of her team in concern. She could tell that irritation was building up in a certain freshmen setter, the dark aura seeming to leak out of his body.

Each time the orange-haired first-year messed up, Chiaki couldn't help but shift on the bench, slowly moving to sit on the edge.

"Okay! Lets steadily take back points one at a time!" Daichi encourages, an easy going smile on his face in hopes to calm his teammates. However, that freezes in place as he realizes who was serving next.

Kageyama has a similar expression, sweating as his mouth part in dread. Of all people...

Chiaki holds back the need to speak encouraging words, her eyes darting to the Seijoh team before looking back at Hinata, who held the volleyball looking like a small, terrified chihuahua as he shook in place.

"Kageyama," Tanaka hissed at the male in position beside him, "is Hinata okay, or did he stop breathing?" The male with a shaved head questioned as Hinata took forever to serve the ball.

In response, Kageyama spoke with an urgency in his tone, "even if you ask me, I've got no idea, Tanaka-san!" The setter hissed back. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, the ball smacked him straight on the back of his head, making him stumble a few steps forward.

Ah... Chiaki and everyone thinks.

It's silent for a second before it gets broken with hysteric laughters.

Tanaka bursted out laughing first, Tsukishima quickly joining in. "Wahaha! Oi, how's the back of your head doing, Kageyama?" The wing spiker asks, holding his stomach as he cackled.

Beside him, Tsukishima was snickering, his eyes gleaming, not even bothering to hide his amusement and glee, "the back of your head is looking good, King!"

Slowly, Kageyama turns, a look of fury burning in his eyes, looking ready to lunge forward any moment.

Chiaki saw this before anyone else, jumping up to her feet, surprising Shimizu.

"Tobi-kun, freeze!"

Her clear voice rang through the now silent gym, both Tanaka and Tsukishima shutting up after seeing Kageyama's angered face.

Kageyama froze just as she said, blinking while a couple of the players from Seijoh also became still as stone at the familiar voice and command.

It was a familiar code to those who went to Kitagawa Daiichi, something Chiaki had made for Kageyama when he was about to or if he did overstep his boundaries. It was suggested by Chiaki because Kageyama had the tendency of irritating Oikawa without realizing and that caused an unwanted rift in the team.

And while there were only a few people who knew it, they all knew only one person used it.

Iwaizumi stared at the female with silver hair, not being able to look away from her in disbelief. Kunimi and Kindaichi had a similar reaction, staring at Chiaki with their mouth hanging open.

"N-No way," Kindaichi hissed, nudging Kunimi, "is that seriously.....?" He didn't end his question, but Kunimi knew precisely what his friend was asking.

The boy with his hair parted in the middle nodded, his eyes narrowing, trying to get a better look at the female who was standing. "Aki-senpai is the only one who could stop Kageyama like that. And I recognize her voice."

At Chiaki's voice, Kageyama snapped out of his anger, looking at the female before nodding, letting her know he wasn't going to kill Hinata with his emotions out of whack. Seeing this, Chiaki takes a seat back down on the bench.

She looked calm. However, inwardly she was freaking out, especially when she felt a heated gaze being shot her way from the opponent court. She doesn't dare to look over, already knowing who was staring at her. I'm going to die today. I'm going to get murdered... Look at him, Hajime-senpai has gotten buff, he's going to be able to crush my head with his thighs like a watermelon.... Thoughts like these ran through Chiaki's head as she inwardly cried at her fate.

Kageyama released a long breath, Chiaki's voice snapping him out of his anger and replacing it with a sane, calm mind. However that didn't stop him from slowly making his way towards Hinata, who was frozen in fear.

"W-W-Wait! Kageyama! We can talk about this!" Hinata stuttered, taking a staggering step back as the taller male loomed over him.

"Hey, you."

Hinata froze at Kageyama's voice, already being able to see his life flashing before his eyes. "Yes..." He meekly responds, his shoulders sagging.

Kageyama's sharp eyes are shaded by his bangs as he glares down at the shorter boy. "Just what are you scared of that has you so goddamn nervous? Is it because the opponents are big? Because it's your first practice match?"

Hinata can't help but break out into a sweat at the darkness that seeps out of the setter. He flinches as Kageyama's palm smacks into the back of his own head, the loud sound seeming to echo in the silent gym.

"You're saying," Kageyama slowly spoke as he continued to smack his head as Hinata watched, his sharp eyes promising murder, "that they're something even scarier than you driving a serve into the back of my head, huh? So, what is that....?"

Hinata, who's stiff as a board, looking like a baby chick getting glared at by a snake spoke in a dead tone. "Nothing, in particular, comes to mind...."

A haunting laugh leaves Kageyama's mouth, the setter continuing to smack his head to emphasize his point, "then you don't have a reason to be nervous anymore, now do you? Since you've already done the scariest thing, you can think of! So now...."

Hinata flinches, shrinking in as he sees the taller male raise his hand. But his eyes widen as his ears ring at the loud voice that comes out of Kageyama's mouth.

"HURRY UP AND GET BACK TO MOVING THE WAY YOU NORMALLY DO, YOU BŌKEEEE!!!"

Shimizu, who sat next to Chiaki, worriedly placed a hand on the younger female's shoulder, lightly shaking her, "Aki-chan, are you okay?"

A dry laugh left the silver-haired female's mouth, Chiaki looking like her soul had left her. "Shimizu-senpai, don't mind me... I'm just thinking about my death that's going to happen at the end of the game..." She dejectedly spoke, leaning her head against Sugawara's shoulder. The said male patted her head in pity, already noticing how Iwaizumi was still staring at her way.

"My death...." Chiaki trailed off, making both third-years sweatdrop.

Both teams gathered together separately, quickly sipping water as they took a moment to discuss and have a break.

"I-Is that really, Aki-senpai?" Kindaichi questioned, his eyes darting to where Karasuno was gathered, his gaze going over to the silver-haired female with the red medical band on her arm.

Kunimi hummed as he used his shirt to wipe at his face, also looking over at the opponent team. "It has to be her. The nickname she used for Kageyama and the command. Aki-senpai is the only one who used it. And the longer I look at her, the way she stands reminds me of her," the first-year wing spiker says.

"It's definitely her," both first-years turn to Iwaizumi in surprise, not expecting the older male to be listening to their conversation. The third-year vice captain has his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at the Karasuno team. "Chiaki has a habit of crossing her legs when she's standing. And look, she's holding hands with the silver-haired guy and Kageyama."

At his words, both first-years look over once again, realizing the spiky-haired man was right. This makes Kunimi snicker, not being able to help but find amusement in it. "It seems like Aki-senpai hasn't changed that much with her need to hold hands."

This makes Kindaichi blush, a pout on his lips. Kunimi immediately notices this, lightly smacking his friend's back, "stop pouting, it doesn't make you look cute. And it doesn't change the fact that Aki-senpai didn't hold your hand a lot. She must have picked up the vibe that you had a crush on her."

Kindaichi scowled, sending a stink eye at his friend, looking offended at what Kunimi said. "Don't bring it up, you ass. And stop being so smug cause you got to hold hands with her more than me. You can't deny that Kageyama got to hold Aki-senpai's hand more than you."

This makes an irritated look appear on Kunimi's face, the smirk getting wiped off his face. The banter between the two keeps them occupied while the third-years gather around Iwaizumi in interest.

"So, you guys know her," Matsukawa questions, the tall male eyes lighting up in interest. He briefly makes eye contact with his best friend, Hanamaki. The said pink-haired male looked eager to hear some gossip.

Iwaizumi only hums in response, not being able to look away from Chiaki, seeming to drink in her appearance after a year of her being absent from his life. "She looks different..." He whispers to himself, but his words are heard by both Matsukawa and Hanamaki, the boys' interest getting piped.

But seeing that they weren't getting the response and answer they wanted from Iwaizumi, Hanamaki wrapped a hand around Kindaichi's neck, dragging the first year to him. The boy stumbled and looked confused as he got flanked by two of his senpais.

"So, Kindaichi, tell us who that pretty girl is," Hanamaki questioned with a grin. Matsukawa nodded in agreement, not caring as Kindaichi got a bit uncomfortable under their gaze.

Kindaichi sent a look at Kunimi, hoping his friend would swoop in to help him out. But Kunimi pretends to not see, crouching down to re-tie his shoes although he obviously doesn't need to do so.

"Well?" Matsukawa questions expectantly, both he and Hanamaki getting closer to Kindaichi.

The poor boy gulped, "s-she was our senpai in middle school. Uh, she was Iwaizumi-san and Oikawa-san's kouhai. You might know her too, she's Ibato Chiaki-san, the-"

"The Dove of Miyagi," both Hanamaki and Matsukawa chorused a look of surprise on their face, looking back at where Chiaki stood in interest. Silently, the boys looked at the Karasuno team until their coach called them for their attention.

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The males all panted as they lay on the floor in various states of exhaustion, sweat soaking into their athletic shirts from their sponsors.

"Who angered Coach Ibato?" Hirugami Fukurou, the twenty-three-year-old middle blocker who recently joined the team, questioned, laying on the cold floor like a starfish, his chest rising and falling. He could hear his own heart beating in his chest, his legs and arms feeling like lead.

The only response he gets are groans from his teammates, most of them looking too dead to even form proper words. Fukurou releases a sigh as he forces himself to turn over on his stomach, his muscles that are lacking oxygen screaming in protest at his movement.

After he moves, he falls back limp to the ground, only lifting his head up to look at his Coach, who has his face twisted with his arms crossed over his chest. Any idiot could tell that Ibato Hiroto was in a tremendously lousy mood.

"Alright, which dumbass made him like that?" The captain for the Schweiden Adlers' grunts, seeming to look as dead as the rest of his team, "I'm older than you all, I can't take back to back hard practice from Coach when he goes into ogre mode. Admit it right now, and your punishment won't be as harsh."

No one speaks up, not a single one of them can think of anything that comes to their mind. Realizing this, the captain's gaze moves to Fukurou, who flinches and looks away, refusing to meet eyes with the older man.

"Alright, Fukurou, as the newbie, you're tasked to find out what's causing Coach to be like that. And find what we have to do to make his mood better. Not even Coach Suzaku can stop Coach Ibato when he's like that," the captain pretends to not see the look of horror and disbelief on Fukurou's face.

It takes another second for the middle blocker to realize how serious his captain is. When he looks around for help from his teammates, he only receives a gaze of pity, or they shift their gaze away in guilt. Just as the male wishes his life goodbye, the door to the stadium opens, a head poking in.

Minato blinks as he sees the team all spread out, a look of exhaustion on their faces. His gaze shifts to where his father is, his eyes lighting up in realization, seeming to piece everything together. The man can't help the wry smile as he sends an apologetic look at the players seeing as they took the brunt of his father's anger.

"Minatooooo," Fukurou cries out his friend's name in relief, Minato immediately finding the male on the floor. Minato approaches him with a smile, helping his friend sit up with a chuckle.

"Looks like my dad's giving you guys a hard time," the eldest Ibato son comments, earning a scoff from the players.

"More like trying to kill us with practice," Fukurou grunts, giving the tall man a nod of thanks.

Minato and Fukurou were acquaintances before the latter joined the Schweiden Adlers, the two having met at camp when they were in middle school. They were the same age and had a similar passion, plus they both came from a family with a background of volleyball. When Fukurou joined the team, seeing as Minato's father was the head coach and Minato himself his assistant, the two had rekindled their friendship, often going out to dinner or drinks when they were done with their jobs.

Fukurou gripped Minato's shoulder, a desperate look appearing in his brown eyes, "please tell me what's got Coach Ibato in such a bad mood! He's going to end up killing all of us by the end of the week if he continues to be like that!"

This makes a weak laugh leave Minato's lips, immediately knowing what had made his father like that. With a sigh, Minato began to explain. "This weekend, we got a call from my mother in Miyagi. Anyways, you know about my sister, right? I'm pretty sure you met her the last time she came to visit us."

Fukurou immediately nods, "the Dove. How can I not, she left quite an impression. And she's the same age as my younger brother. So what about her?"

"Well, after her accident, she didn't want anything to do with volleyball. But this weekend, we found out she joined her high school's volleyball team," Minato explains, a small smile on his lips as he thinks about his baby sister.

Fukurou, on the other hand, has a puzzled look on his face, "shouldn't that be good news?"

"It is, that is until he found out she joined the boy's team as the team medic."

"Oh...."

Both males' expression scrunched up, knowing what that meant. They were both older brothers to sisters, they knew how families worked.

A silence fell over them, neither Fukurou nor Minato having the energy to say anything for a moment, a faraway look appearing in their eyes as they imagined their own sister hanging around a group of hormonal boys.

"You have anything in mind that can bring up Coach's mood?" Fukurou finally asks, remembering the reason why he was having this conversation with Minato in the first place.

A thoughtful look appeared on Minato's face before he nodded, pulling his phone out to send a text.

Chiaki blinked, pulling her phone out, feeling it buzz in her pocket as she waited outside of the bus, being the first one to arrive. She opens the text from Minato, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

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Minato-nii-san:

S.O.S. please text 'I love you, Daddy. Miss seeing you, and have a good day at work. Don't be a mean coach, okay?' to Dad, ASAP. If not, our family might get sued for mass murder.

Received: 3:08 PM

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While confused, Chiaki does as she is asked before slipping her phone back into her pocket as Shimizu approaches her with a small smile.

Fukurou and Minato silently watched as Hiroto pulled out his phone when it pinged in his pocket. The said man's face that was a stony mask of an ogre seemed to melt in front of their eyes, his cheeks dusting a shade of pink. Fukurou's mouth is hanging to the floor as Hiroto beams, his lousy mood just a moment ago seeming like a joke.

"Alright, men! Good job today! You're dismissed early!" Hiroto hollers with a broad smile on his face, not seeming to notice the look of disbelief that's sent his way by his players. The said man, almost skips out of the gym, leaving all his players in his dust.

Minato flashes his friend a peace sign.

From that moment, between the Schweiden Adlers' players, Ibato Chiaki was known as the team's goddess, the only person who can help them when Hiroto's bad mood went out of hand.

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Takane no Hana 高嶺の花: - Literally translated as, "Flower on a high peak." It means "something out of one's reach." Some things are beautiful to look at, but realistically, there is no way you can get them. The object might be something that you want very much but can't have.

A/n

Yayyyy, Minato's look is finally revealed!! Many of you may recognize him but he looks like Yamasaki Sousuke from Free! He inherited his mother, Minako's, dark brown hair and droopy eyes but Hiroto's eye color! He's actually almost a Carbon copy of Hiroto on the face and body structure except for his eyes and height! He's taller than Hiroto, being the tallest in the Ibato household!

Don't forget to vote and comment to let me know how you think of the story so far! Did you like the extra, haha.

Next update: Chapter 7 | Ahiru-chan will be coming out on October 16th, 2020 so keep your eyes open on it. INteraction with Iwa-chan is going to be here!!

-Ember

posted: October 2, 2020

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