#takashi utsui x reader

[ushidoux]

Father Dearest - Takashi Utsui x Reader

Summary:  Ushijima makes it clear that he’s not interested in you but you find something better.  (~1.1k words)

Warnings: age gap but consensual adults, sorta vanilla nsfw i guess it’s all about the mind games

A/N: this could be better and smuttier but I have to go to sleep lmfao. This is my first old man smut. Shocking.

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Being friend-zoned was hard enough after pining as intensely as you did but damn, you had really outdone yourself this time.

For starters, you had only unintentionally meandered your way into Ushijma’s tight circle, a feat that was already remarkable enough on its own. The athlete’s resting facial expression was always intimidating and he kept the number of people he engaged with emotionally low, even if over time you realized he was a lot softer and sweeter than he let on. 

Yours was an odd sort of friendship that had begun after being paired together for a school project. You’d been irritated enough that you were still doing group work in the second half of your junior year of college, and terrified once you realized you’d be doing it with him of all people, but a small camaraderie had bloomed after you’d gotten to know him for what he truly was - a kind, sweet, and unfortunately for you, very attractive soul.

But then you’d gotten too comfortable and furthermore, just a bit too bold, and you made the mistake of developing a crush. Even worse - you had actually told him how you felt.

Polite yet direct as he was, he let you down gently but to you, it was possibly the harshest thing you’d ever heard in your life.

“I’m just not interested in dating right now, and we are certainly better suited as friends.”

You were shocked that you’d managed to not burst in tears, and somehow you’d remained stone-faced. It was even more shocking that in those few words, that was the end of that conversation. In fact, once the words had settled in the air between you, he gave you a sympathetic but un-invested look and immediately thereafter, he’d flipped the page in his textbook in an inadvertently symbolic fashion to return promptly back to his work.

A singular focus - you’d admired that about him, but the rejection was harsh, especially when he acted as though nothing had happened on that day and days afterwards.

But could you really fault him? 

You’d still agreed to meet him at his dorm for another studying session - or rather a tutoring session, since you were the only one who knew what was going on in class at this point and Ushijima wouldn’t risk his athletic scholarship in a million years.

So here you were, making your way through the hallway at the end of which was Ushijima’s suite which you had visited quite a few times but never as the kind of guest you had hoped to be. A frown came to your face as you dwelled on this thought as you waited after a text and a knock on the door.

Maybe after today you’d put some appropriate distance between you just for your mental health, you considered as you rocked on your heels idly. 

He was taking longer than usual to get to the door, you thought, only to hear the door whisk open and reveal someone who was in no way Ushijima, and yet…

“And who do we have here?”

There was now a much older gentleman standing before you, one that looked vaguely like Ushijima, but slightly scaled down and noticeably more approachable. Warm even. His smile was wide and reached his eyes, similar to Ushijima’s own smile, but more accessible.

Ushijima eventually appeared behind his father while you tried to piece two and two together to the realization that they were likely related.

“One of my friends, ___,” he said, with a smile, and your heart ached.

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But not for long.

And for a reason far beyond what you’d anticipated.

It sounded almost lecherous if you said Takashi Utsui had taken an interest in you, occupying himself with a book in the corner while you tutored the son he’d come to briefly visit from overseas. You’d thought it odd that he had stopped Ushijima from canceling your meetup, peering with a sort of curiosity at you and him ever so often as you worked quietly together. You wondered if he had been gauging his son’s interest during that time, and when he finally decided his son hadn’t staked a claim (if he cared at all), deciding at that moment to proposition you with a night out.

It sounded even worse that you’d sensed the attraction the older man had to you barely twenty minutes into your review time, and had decided you were equally as interested. After all, you wondered just how much Ushijima had taken after his father, and you had missed being wanted.

You hadn’t been expecting humoring an older man for a date would turn out with you breathing heavily and soaking wet: from perspiration, from arousal, from tears of overstimulation from orgasms wrenched out of you by the end of the night.

You remembered briefly that Wakatoshi had told you superficially about his parents’ divorce on a late night snack run, and now all you could think was, Holy shit, Ushijima’s mother had left this?

Thick, veiny cock burrowed into you repeatedly, splitting you, splaying you, and if there was any sound you could focus on, it was the earthy grunt so close to your ear, timed with every thrust. 

The years had clearly treated Takashi well, because you were pleasantly surprised by how firm his body was now pressed against you, and his energy was no joke - in fact, he had already outlasted the other men you had been with and you were already starting to wonder if he was a better fuck than his beast of a son. 

When his angle shifted, and he went from fucking you horizontal to fucking you semi-upright, you knew he had to be better.

Experienced hands played your clit like a violin, and neither your nipples nor the sensitive space behind your ears, nor the soft crook of your neck, were neglected as he continued to piston in and out of you.

But his persistent smile, friendly when you’d first met as the cute friend who hung out with his son, was now arrogant, deepening as he drew moans and mewls out of you. It was almost threatening - here you were, barely able to speak, caged in by your crush’s father, and already you knew your feelings would be hard to manage after this night.

How would you proceed?

When your back arched almost violently in your last orgasm of several, dark spots briefly dotting your vision before settling back into Takashi’s mature face, he held you tightly, waiting for you to settle before rubbing your thighs gently to start much-needed aftercare.

“You know… when my son told me someone had a crush on him I couldn’t imagine he’d be silly enough to rebuff someone as beautiful as you.”

His hands were still rubbing your thigh and you were now resting against him, still as a painting, and heart beating softly despite your slightly restless mind.

Your lips curled into a smile despite your mild exhaustion. Takashi was right. He was silly. 

And just to prove how silly Wakatoshi was, you would go one step further: if he’d put you in the friend zone, you’d put him in the step-parent zone.

And you’d enjoy every second of it.

[meowdarame]

what he needs

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

pairings: utsui takashi (ushijima’s dad) x f!reader x iwaizumi hajime

warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), threesome, age gap (30-ish years), daddy kink, vaginal sex, oral (m!receiving), reader is literally eiffel towered by iwa and ushi’s dad, spanking, degradation & praise, squirting, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of ass play/anal at the end (but none happens!), lmk if there’s anything that i missed!

synopsis: you’ve got utsui takashi wrapped around your pretty little finger, but there are two problems: 1) you’re dating his intern, iwaizumi hajime, and 2) you’re less than half his age. but just as he’s about to accept these unfortunate circumstances, utsui’s luck unexpectedly turns around when his pupil asks him an intrusive question...; 2.2k words 

notes: this is my second submission for the underrated character collab hosted by @meiansmistress​! this one-shot is just filth. pure filth. like i'm going to hell filth. but anyways, i hope you enjoy and likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Being honest, Utsui Takashi is extremely sexually frustrated.

His relationship with his ex-wife was sour, and their sex life during their marriage, to put it lightly, was stale. He could count on one hand the amount of sexual encounters during the entirety of the relationship, and most of them were in an effort to make his beloved son, Wakatoshi. The times they did fuck were just straight boring— if he had to describe his ex-wife in bed, he’d compare her to a dead fish, completely void of passion and intimacy. (But honestly, this comes as no surprise to him, since it’s on par with her stern and frigid personality.)

When he first moved to California after the divorce, he spent many nights in the arms of different lovers, women frequently coming and going between his bedsheets. But that time has since passed. 

It’s been years since he’s been on a date and an even longer time since he’s hooked up with someone, but it’s not because he physically can’t— despite being in his later middle ages, his body is still toned and firm due to his occupation requiring him to remain active. Instead, it’s because he just doesn’t have the time. During the week, he manages his own training center, teaching classes to children as young as kindergarteners and adults who are well into the latter years of their lives. On the weekends, he stays home and tends to his garden, harvesting plump and ripe vegetables and trimming the leaves of the Japanese maple that stands tall in his front yard.

On occasion, some women have caught his eye, like the hot single mom who brings her teenage son to weekly anaerobic training sessions or the sexy and shrewd young professional who frequents his gym after work. But no one has ever had his heart in as tight of a chokehold as you.

You’re a pretty little thing, always bringing your boyfriend Iwaizumi homemade lunches with a loving smile plastered on your face. Utsui couldn’t help but notice how short your skirts were, revealing pieces of fabric that barely covered your ass, and how sheer your tops were— on exceptionally hot days in Southern California, you would walk into his training center without a bra, nipples peeking through your white tank top.

Utsui knows that it’s wrong— hell, maybe even morally depraved— to think such naughty things about you. For starters, you were his apprentice’s girlfriend; he’s known about your relationship with Hajime since its inception and has seen it blossom. In fact, he was the one who encouraged Iwaizumi to ask you on a date, so it’d be on a different level of fucked up if he made a move on you.

Secondly, and even more damnedly, you’re less than half his age. Utsui is pushing 50 while you’re a college junior. You’re quite literally his son’s age— the fact that he is so entranced by someone young enough to be in the same graduating class as his own child is nauseating to him. Still, this doesn’t stop Utsui from sparing you quick glances whenever you help Iwaizumi teach his workout classes, his eyes watching your ass jiggle and tits bounce when you do jumping jacks.

One day, when his young intern awkwardly trudges into his office for sex advice, he thinks with his dick.

“Hey boss,” Iwaizumi starts, his deep and gruff voice now more meek than a mouse’s. “Can I ask you a question? It’s kinda TMI…”

Utsui sits back in his office chair as he signals for his pupil to take a seat. Iwaizumi quietly shuts the door and plops down on the chair in front of his mentor, a dejected look painted on his face.

“What’s up, Hajime?”

The young man lets out an exasperated sigh before explaining his predicament. “Uh, how do you make a girl squirt?”

Utsui’s eyebrows raise upon hearing the intrusive question. Oh, this should be interesting, He thinks to himself.

Iwaizumi continues, “You see, my girl, she’s been talking about wanting to do it for a while now. And we’ve been trying and trying, but I just can’t seem to get the movement right…” He shifts uncomfortably in his chair as his forehead begins to glisten from sweat. “I was wondering if you had any pointers or tips.”

Utsui couldn’t believe his luck. A smirk forms on the corners of his lips and he starts slowly, “You know, I’m a firm believer in hands-on learning.”

Takashi, shut up, He scolds himself.

“It’s difficult to explain what to do, and it’d be much easier to just show you.”

Takashi, what the fuck are you saying?!

“If you and your girl are comfortable, I’d be more than happy to coach you in-person.”

This most definitely violates some worker’s code. It’s by definition sexual misconduct in the workplace.

There’s a long pause as Iwaizumi contemplates his mentor’s proposition, leaving Utsui to ruminate in his thoughts. He grows anxious and desperately hopes that his careless statements don’t backfire in the worst way possible.

“Alright, that’s fine with me. I’ll ask my girl tonight and get back to you.”

In a much more uplifted spirit than when he first walked into the office, Iwaizumi rises from his seat and shouts, “Thanks boss!” before leaving the training center.

The fuck did he just get himself into?

Any worries Utsui had are immediately dispelled when he sees your naked body lying before him.

God, you’re even more ethereal than he could have ever imagined.

You lie splayed out on the massage table in the backroom of Utsui’s training center, the back of your head resting against Iwaizumi’s crotch. Your boyfriend holds the back of your thighs to give his mentor a better view of your pretty pussy, which is already glistening with your juices.

Utsui straddles the table and leans down on his forearm to get a better look at your cunt. His fingers pull the flesh of your lips back, and he groans at how perfect you are. So young and cute-- he cannot wait to ravage and defile you.

He flashes a quick look to Iwaizumi for consent, and his junior nods. He immediately gets to work, sliding his fingers up and down your slit to collect your juices before shoving his thick index and middle fingers in. His fingers run along the top of your gummy walls, searching for the ribbed flesh that he knows will have you babbling incoherently. He finds it, and immediately starts pumping and curling your g-spot.

“Hajime,” Utsui commands. “Look at my motions and take notes. Your strength comes from your forearms, not your fingers.”

Iwaizumi nods then looks down to see how you’re doing. You’re a complete mess— despite having been touched for only a few minutes, tears stream down your cheeks and your mascara smears all over your under-eyes; he wipes a trickle of your drool with the back of his hand and his thumb caresses your cheek as he praises you.

“You’re doing so good for us, babe,” Your boyfriend bends down and presses a kiss to your forehead. His hand snakes down your body and settles on your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching and pulling your puffy nipples.

Oh how Takashi wishes he could lick and suck all over your tits, marking you up and claiming you as his.

Utsui’s movements become brutal, and he adjusts his position for better leverage so he can toy with your pussy with more force. His thumb begins to rub quick circles around your swollen clit, making your walls clench around him. He knows you’re close.

“M-Mr. Utsui,” Your voice is breathy and weak. “It’s t-too much, c-can’t take anymore.”

He leans forward and kisses your forehead, free hand cupping your face as he comforts you.

“It’s okay, princess,” He coos. “I know you can do it. Squirt for your daddies.”

Almost as if you were waiting for his permission, you lose control of your body, a clear liquid gushing out of your pussy and soaking Utsui’s hand and forearm. He fucks you through your intense orgasm, only removing his fingers once the fluttering of your pussy completely ceases.

Iwaizumi is so excited that you squirted so he bends over to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He can’t wait any longer— his cock strains in his gym shorts, and after stripping himself of his clothing, he flips you over onto all fours, lining up the head of his cock with your drooling hole.

As much as Utsui would love to stay and make you squirt over and over again until your juices soak the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt, he starts to shift uncomfortably and begins to feel like he’s no longer welcome in the room. But as he stands to leave, he feels a small hand wrap around his wrist, stopping him.

“Mr. Utsui, where are you going?” You question him, doe eyes staring up at him with faux innocence. “You can’t leave yet! We want to thank you for being so helpful, don’t we Haji?”

Iwaizumi grunts as he sheaths himself into your cunt in one swift thrust. “Hell yea.” He throws his head back as he basks in the warmth of your walls. “Anything that my pretty baby wants.”

You stare up at Takashi seductively, lowering your jaw and lolling your tongue out to let him know what you want.

If his own intern sees no issue with it and it’s what you want, then might as well satisfy you some more, right?

His shaky fingers unbuckle his belt and lower his pants to his mid-thigh. He drops the waistband of his briefs to just below his balls and brings your face to his crotch. You plant a soft kiss to the head of his cock and begin to kitten lick it. He throws his head back at the stimulation-- this is so much better than his hand.

Utsui grips the back of your head before slowly easing his entire length into your mouth. Once the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, he begins to rock his hips back and forth steadily to not hurt you.

Iwaizumi lands a harsh slap to your ass, the sound bouncing off the walls of the storage room. The force jolts you forward, pushing your head further down Takashi’s length. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from letting out a pitiful moan.

“You like that, huh slut? Like being taken from the front and the back by me and my fucking mentor? What a dirty little whore.”

Iwaizumi’s words clearly inflict their desired effect on you, and you whine around Utsui’s cock, vibrations traveling down his shaft and up his spine. He looks down at you, and seeing the constant stream of tears that spill out of your eyes, he cradles the side of your face with his large palm.

“I think she’s being such a good girl for us,” Utsui coos. “Do you wanna cum again, sweetheart? Think you can handle another one?”

You frantically nod around his dick, and muffled moans of “Yes, please!” come from your mouth.

“Hajime,” Utsui orders. “Toy with her clit a bit. Keep going until her pussy stops clenching around you.”

Iwaizumi does as he’s told, and when he starts rubbing frantic circles around your swollen nub, Utsui feels your throat tighten around him.

God, he’s so fucking close.

A few more swipes at your clit and you’re gushing all over Iwaizumi’s cock, your juices spraying onto his abdomen and thighs. Your boyfriend reaches his high not long after, filling your abused cunt to the brim with his cum.

Utsui is the last to cum, but once his pupil pulls out from your pussy and he sees a mixture of your juices and Iwaizumi’s cum ooze out of your gaping hole, it pushes him over the edge. He shoots his cum straight down your throat, you eagerly swallowing all of it. He pulls his dick out from your mouth and you continue to kitten lick his tip, making sure to clean him up completely.

God, he’s so in love with you.

Iwaizumi grabs you by your neck and pulls you flush against his chest. Turning your head, the two of you kiss passionately, tongues swirling around each other, making your boyfriend moan when he tastes his mentor’s cum on your lips.

Utsui grabs a towel on a nearby chair and cleans up your sweaty body. You smile and giggle at the older man, and it makes his heart swoon.

“Thank you, Mr. Utsui,” You whisper cutely, your eyes staring deeply into his. If you keep looking at him like that, he might just go into cardiac arrest with the way his heart is racing.

“Yea, thanks boss!” Iwaizumi chimes in enthusiastically.

Utsui chuckles and rubs the back of his neck as he stares down at the floor. “It’s really no big deal. Just wanna make sure you kids are able to have fun!”

Once again, your dainty little hand reaches out and grabs his wrist, effectively drawing his attention. Your pupils are blown out and your eyes are filled with lust as you seductively make another request.

“Mr. Utsui, can you teach Iwaizumi how to prep my ass? I really want him to fuck me there.”

You will quite literally be the death of him. But he doesn’t care— he’s been waiting damn near 50 years for a pussy as delicious as yours.

[jotatetsuken]

'tis the damn season

features: hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used, written in 2nd person)

submission for: @woahsamu’s  “It's Always Been You” Collab  | song: ’tis the damn season - taylor swift | type of writing: oneshot | trope: slice of life, exes to lovers | wc: 2530

summary: when you come back to japan for the holiday season, while walking along the sidewalk enjoying the snow, a chance encounter with your ex reminds you how much you miss and still love him.

content warnings: partial haikyuu timeskip spoilers, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort, talks of the breakup, talks of commitment-phobia, the reader's being called baby, love

beta reading: @mxonigirimiya @portfolio-of-dreams @mrskenmakozume (ily all thank you so much <333) | networks: @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork

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a/n: when i first chartered my list of fics i was going to write for tumblr, i had a fleeting idea for this song along with iwa, and when the collab came into existence, i knew what i had to do: bring the idea to fruition. taylor swift's one of my favs (y'all know this lol), so it's no surprise that my writing's based on one of her songs. plus, I thought of creating a moodboard instead of the usual banner. also, this is based on a two-year relationship i'd had with my ex in uni before i left for the states and he decided to stay in india and prepare for civil services exam. as always, likes, reblogs, and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated.

It had been a cold, chilly winter in Miyagi. The temperatures were almost unbearable. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed both of your mitten-covered hands together while blowing a warm breath in between them. While listening to calming music with your hands in your pockets, you walked along the sidewalk enjoying the snow. Suddenly, you paused along the tracks and took out your earphones, when you recognized a familiar face. One that you know all too well. While his familiar dark brown spiky hair was covered by a dark green beanie with dinosaurs on it, your gaze caught the man's olive-green irises. You took a step back in surprise, your breath caught in your throat, placing one hand on your chest as you realized who it was.

A soft smile spread across his face as he walked toward you. At that moment, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths as you tried to conceal your flushed cheeks, with all the memories you two shared flashing through your mind. From making fun of his best friend, Tooru Oikawa, to pranking the pranksters of Aoba Johsai, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, to going out on different dates: for coffee, for movies, for volleyball matches, for karaoke. The way you used to text each other, passing around secret notes, exchanging love letters, having clandestine encounters in the corridors, everything. He was your first kiss, your first love, and the one to whom you chose to lose your virginity, and as they say, “you never forget your first love.” You also felt a tug on your chest as you remembered the day you broke up with him. 

You had seen many long-distance relationships break, and while you were amazed at how your parents could manage when they were apart for so long, with your father being in the merchant navy, nevertheless, you were scared that you would end up in the same situation. As a result, you dropped the bomb on Hajime Iwaizumi and told him why you had to end the relationship when he revealed that he was moving to the United States to study sports sciences and eventually work for a person he looked up to, Utsui Takashi. The truth is, you loved him too much to let him go. You loved the way he stood by your side whenever things weren’t going so well. You loved being engulfed in his embraces, and more so, you loved being lost in his kisses, every touch of his sending shivers down your spine. You knew he always treated you right; you especially experienced it, but you were afraid your relationship wouldn’t stand the test of time. In addition, he could see there was something wrong with you from miles away, but he never knew what it was until you revealed it to him.

When he heard what you felt, he was very upfront with you, albeit his gaze at you was laced with melancholy. “You know, baby,” he responded, with his shoulders drooping, “I’m actually hurt that you would think that our relationship would fade away as we meet different people, because trust me, what you and I have, I don’t think I can ever have that with anyone. However,” he reached out for both of your hands and held them, saying, “I’ll always be grateful for the memories we had together. I strongly believe that we’ll still find a way to each other, no matter what.” He then cupped your cheeks and planted a farewell kiss before leaving your house, concluding, “That’s because it’s always been you, my love. Always and forever.”

As you opened your eyes, you noticed him standing in front of you. He always had a great sense of fashion, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with an oversized dark blue denim jacket over a grey hoodie. He was known to make things look good on him. He smiled at you, ever so softly, with his gaze never leaving yours. Unbeknownst to you, a warm smile crept upon your face, as you muttered your first word to him in years: “hey.” He also replied with a single word: “hey,” as you two stopped talking for a while, oddly finding comfort in the silence you two were sharing. You tilted your head and asked him, “It’s been a hot minute, Iwaizumi. When did you come back?” He let out a small chuckle, responding, “You know that you can still call me Hajime, right? I came back a couple of days ago for the holidays. I’ll be here until the second week of January.” Nodding, you weren’t sure as to how you could continue the conversation until an idea popped up in your head. “So, um,” you hesitated, before continuing, “Let’s walk together, to Sakanoshita and get some pork buns. What do you think?” He grinned at you, responding, “I thought you’d never ask.”

The walk to the store was not a silent one; instead, you two handled small talk well. You learned that Hajime was about to complete his senior year in undergrad in sports sciences and will be interning under Utsui Takashi, his role model, after college. He then reveals that Takashi turned out to be the father of his and Tooru Oikawa’s high school nemesis: Wakatoshi Ushijima. You both shared a light-hearted chuckle as he continued, saying that after the internship was over, he intended to work as a full-time athletic trainer and that he was attempting to become the trainer for the Japan National Volleyball Team for the upcoming Tokyo Olympics. For some reason, this gave you a glimmer of hope. 

As you two bought a couple of pork buns from Keishin, nodding at both of you before leaving the store, he was about to ask you whether you were currently seeing anybody when you interrupted him by telling him that you were pursuing your final year in your college studies in Tokyo with Tetsuro Kuroo, an alumnus of Nekoma High School, and you were set to work alongside him in the Japanese Volleyball Association. While his enthusiasm seemed to have died a little bit, thinking that you were probably seeing the former Nekoma captain, you then cleared your throat and confessed to him, something that he found oddly assuring.

“I don’t know where you stand, relationship-wise, but you were right, Hajime. I dated other guys, not Kuroo, because I told him about you, and we just became friends, but I dated other guys, and they weren’t you. They could never be you.”

As he held your hands in silence, a single tear drop streamed down his cold cheeks as he smiled in response to your confession. While you were confused as to what that meant, he asked you in a soft voice, “Do you still stay with your parents, or did you get an apartment of your own?” With a tint of blush hitting your cheeks, you nodded, replying, “I do stay on my own in Tokyo, but here I stay with my parents. However, they’ve gone to Bangkok to visit my relatives, and I told them that I'd be joining them soon, so until then, I live alone. Did you want to come over and spend some time?” He shook his head in denial, replying, “Not until you truly are ready to be with me again.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at him, he continued, “If I do end up coming over, the good memories will return, and I'll want you to commit to me. There’s no middle ground anymore, (y/n). It’s either we get back together, or we stay as acquaintances.” You were taken aback at his confidence. For a moment, you pondered and realized that he had never stopped having feelings for you. Respecting his opinion, you nodded, and suddenly, an idea popped into your head. “So,” you said, “I’ll not be here for long. Maybe a week or so. Until then, would it be okay if we hung out at your place with Mattsun and Makki, and during that time, we can see whether the feelings still exist, and we can, um, give it a go.” Smiling, he nodded in agreement. “Alright, seems fair. We can do that.”

He then called Mattsun and Makki and urged them to come to his house with a couple of board games and to set up video cameras to surprise someone that was coming home after a while. As you two ate your now lukewarm pork buns while walking to Hajime’s house, you started talking about the crazy moments that happened to the both of you while you were away working on your goals. Upon reaching the house, your memories come back as to how you met him in the first place. You then opened the door to find the boys shocked that you had come back, and as you looked at the video camera to their right that caught their expressions, you and Hajime laughed at them, much to their chagrin.

As the days went by, you four hung out often at Hajime’s house, playing different kinds of board games,exercising, watching movies, and catching up with each other. You would even video call Oikawa to surprise him, and he’d whine with a pouty face, “Why am I not there now?” to which you’d reply, “because someone chose to fly to exotic places over us,” with the rest of you cackling and laughing at the milkbread-loving setter. What was seemingly oblivious to Mattsun and Makki was that there were stolen glances exchanged between the both of you, you found your hands brushing against each other often, and you would mistake other people’s names for each other. One day, someone had dropped cutlery, and while you’d kneeled to pick some spoons and forks up, you noticed Iwaizumi kneeling to pick up the same, causing your faces to be a couple of centimeters apart, and as you two realized that the tension between you was so strong that you could use a knife to cut through it, you gulped a little bit of air down your throat.

The day before you were about to leave for Bangkok, you called him and started cajoling him, “Hajime, I need to talk to you. Would you be able to come over, please?” Exhaling a deep breath, he replied, “Okay, fine. I’m on my way.” You were pacing around the living room for fifteen minutes, confused as to why you were feeling this way until the doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door. When you unlocked the door, Hajime was standing on the front porch, shivering. His hands were in the muff of the dark blue hoodie, with his hood down so that you could see him clearly. His hair was disheveled as if he had run his hands through it one too many times. You let him in, a panting mess, looking as if he had just been jogging in the chilly weather. As you two sat on the warm couch near the fireplace, you knelt down. 

This time you were the one holding his hands, causing him to widen his eyes. “Hajime, when I told you that all those people that I dated could never be you, I meant it. Sure, I was commitment-phobic as hell, and you know that, and I was scared that that would disturb our relationship should we go long-distance, because I’d be doubting you constantly, be jealous, and have all kinds of negativity in my head, but the truth is, I love you, Hajime. I always have, and I want you to be my boyfriend, and me to be your partner. I want to go ahead and fully commit myself to you, come what may. Always and forever, right?” 

Smiling at you, he then cupped your cheeks, brought your face forward, and kissed you on your lips. No sooner did that happen than you enveloped yourselves in a deep kiss, eventually causing the two of you to peel the clothes off each other’s bodies. Every touch, every kiss, every action had the power to convey how much you still loved each other at this very moment more than words ever could. 

An hour had passed since you two made love after four years, and you had wrapped yourselves in a blanket, sipping on some hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, nuzzling against each other. Suddenly, either one of the phones buzzes as Hajime kisses your forehead as he goes to the strewn pile of clothes and not only gets out his phone, which just had his alarm ringing, but also a small box. As you narrowed your vision to the small box, a number of thoughts spawned in your head. “Wait, is he asking me to marry him already?” You think to yourself. “Isn’t that too soon?” However, as Hajime brings the box to you and opens it, it didn’t seem like an expensive diamond ring, but it was one of those even more expensive platinum bands that must have been bought from a jeweler’s shop.

He then tells you, “(y/n), I’ve been aware of your fear of commitment ever since your cousin had a messy divorce, and your best friend’s eleven-year old relationship ended. When you broke up with me, while I was sad and heartbroken and you were citing your inability to commit, I imagined something: that years later, you'd tell me that you wanted to commit to me, and whenever you did so, I’d give you this ring. It’s not an engagement ring, it’s a promise ring. With this, baby,” He slides the ring onto your left ring finger and says, “I promise to love you and cherish you whenever you’re ready to take the next steps in the relationship, and I promise to walk alongside you, because baby,” he then holds both of your hands while saying, "There wasn’t anyone else in my life that I dated other than you, especially when I went to the States because I couldn't imagine anyone else but you by my side. It was always you, (y/n). Always and forever.” 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your gaze met with his. You then cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, with both of your “I love you”s reverberating throughout the whole house. The next day, the quarter of the Seijoh 4 helped you pack your bags, and Hajime drove you to the airport. As he stopped in front of the airport, he saw you twiddling your thumbs while subconsciously biting your lower lip. He took one hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as you turned in his direction. He smiled at you, saying, “I promise you, love, this is not the end of us. In fact, it’s just the beginning.” Both of you were then engulfed in a warm embrace for what felt like an eternity. As you got out of the car and got your belongings, you then gave Hajime a kiss before leaving for Bangkok. If you learned anything from this trip, it was that ‘tis the damn season’s fault for bringing you two back together, because that kiss wouldn’t certainly be the last.

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[ukeishin]

⊹ adrift.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

word count: .8k

genre / warnings: angst, bittersweet

water softly laps at iwaizumi’s ankles from where he’s sitting in the sand. the chill of it is biting, but not so much so that iwaizumi feels compelled to move. beads of sand stubbornly cling to his form as drops of salty water run in rivulets down the curve of his back. 

the sun is slowly dipping below the horizon, lighting up the sky in a warm melody of colors, a mixture of reds and oranges and pinks bleeding into one another and painting the sky. the ocean ripples beneath, reflecting the sight above it.

faintly, he can hear the excited voices of groups of people conversing. overhearing one of their comments, iwaizumi finds himself agreeing with them:  it is a beautiful evening in irvine tonight. although he can’t quite appreciate how nice the weather is at this time, not when his mind is continents away.

iwaizumi doesn’t regret coming to irvine. university of california, irvine is a great school, though it proves to be rigorous at times. iwaizumi’s content with where he’s at. he’s made many great friends through classes and clubs and he even had the recent opportunity to meet with utsui takashi, who assured iwaizumi that he’d consider him as an intern after he completes his degree.

iwaizumi doesn’t regret coming to irvine, but sometimes he does regret leaving japan. he tries not to dwell on it too much, but every so often he wonders if things would have turned out differently if he had stayed.

an image of you appears in his mind, and the corner of his lips unconsciously curls into a small smile. he wonders how you’re doing, it’s been what? almost a year now since the last time you two have talked. he sees you pop up sometimes on his social media feed. he couldn’t bring himself to unfollow you after you split up, especially since you didn’t end on bad terms. 

you look happy, a bright smile plastered on your face as you pose for a group photo with hanamaki and matsukawa, your arms hooked around their necks. 

he hears you’ve been doing well too. when he catches up with them, hanamaki and matsukawa will slip little tidbits of information regarding how you’ve been doing. he never asks them to, but he’s grateful that they do. you might not be together anymore, but that doesn’t mean iwaizumi just suddenly stopped caring for you.

his jaw tightens as his lips flatten out into a straight line. he wishes it could have worked out between you two. it’s not like you fell out of love with one another or had a major fight that resulted in a break up, you just...drifted apart.

managing a long-distance relationship was tough. busy schedules and time differences made it difficult to find time for each other. when iwaizumi was waking up, you were either heading to bed or sound asleep already. when iwaizumi was getting ready to turn in for the night, you were in the middle of your day, getting ready to attend your late afternoon classes. physical distance already separated you, but soon enough, the emotional distance between you grew.

it was during a last minute video call, which was only possible because your class scheduled for that time was canceled, that it all became glaringly obvious. you and iwaizumi had no clue what was happening in each other’s lives. one of you would make a reference that the other couldn’t understand because they hadn’t been filled in on that detail yet. anecdotes were nearly incomprehensible and difficult to follow without background information.

during that call, you both realized that there was so much you didn’t know about each other’s lives, not anymore. 

the next time you video chatted, which was nearly two weeks later, you spoke up.

“hajime, i think we should break up.”

your voice is almost inaudible, no louder than a whisper. it’s low and sorrowful and there’s a small, sad smile on your face.

iwaizumi wants to say that you shouldn’t, but he knows he can’t. he’s not happy with how things are right now and he knows you aren’t either. it’s just too much. the distance, the incompatible schedules, all of it. it’s unfair to both of you.

“yeah, i think so too.”  

iwaizumi drags a tired hand over his face and roughly rubs at his jaw. his throat feels tight as he forces the words out. a heavy sigh escapes out from his chest. 

“i love you, hajime. so much.”

a watery chuckle leaves his lips as tears pinprick at the corners of your eyes. you maintain your smile, but he can tell your shoulders are shaking.

“i love you, too.”

iwaizumi loves you so much and that’s why he knows this is the kindest thing he can do for you.

“maybe, it just wasn’t our time.”

iwaizumi’s lips twitch into a rueful smile. his eyes water as you use the sleeve of your sweatshirt to wipe at the tears falling down your cheeks.

“maybe.”

(staring out into the horizon before him, iwaizumi can only hope that you were right.)

[1-800-imagine]

fourteen: “you don’t know how much i missed you” -- iwaizumi x reader

✎ genre: fluff

✎ warnings: timeskip spoilers

✎ word count: 0.4k

✎ inside scoop: hehe finally catching up on the scheduled fics i missed this past week i think it’s a total of six or so. as a heads up: each of those six will be posted on the hour, until 20:00/8:00 pm PST tonight, so be on the look out for those!! other than that, i hope you enjoy ✨

click. clack. clackity-clack.

the sound of your shoes pitter-pattering echoes the arrival hall of the airport. the symphony fills your ears, though other thoughts bombard your mind and heart.

long distance relationships were tricky -- you found that out the hard way. everything had just felt so much more empty without iwaizumi around. and while the quick good morning/good night call and dates over the phone were sufficient enough, you just missed the real deal oh so much. 

although the situation now would have its faults, it would all be worth it when your boyfriend returned home -- back to you. 

you continue to race down the seemingly infinite hall until you find your way to the sea of people, who are also waiting for their loved ones to come back home to them. spouses, children, and partners all wait around to see who’s next to come through the automatic doors. 

heads turn as a new series of travelers parade along the walkway. among the group, you observe an all too familiar head of dark, spiky hair -- though it seems that iwaizumi’s internship with this takashi utsui you’ve heard so much about, sure did change his physique. 

“hajime!” you called out, reaching a hand out and above the crowd.

the mix of shock and confusion is evident on iwaizumi’s face -- eyes wide and jaw hung open. “(y/n)? what are you doing here?” he mutters, “i thought you had work. hanamaki was supposed to come and pick me up.”

“surprise!” you cheer, quite literally jumping into iwaizumi’s arms. the male extends his reach to catch you -- collecting you in a welcoming embrace. he lifts you up enough so that your feet come off the ground, light-heartedly spinning around. you hold onto your boyfriend tight, demonstrating your elation.

 “you don’t know how much i missed you,” you sigh, burying your face into the crook of his neck. 

iwaizumi puts you back down, ensuring you a safe landing back to the floor. “what was that?” he tried his best to act all coy, but you saw right through that facade. “you know exactly what i said,” you dismissed.

“i’m just messing with you,” iwaizumi explains, reaching a hand out for one of your own. you look up at your boyfriend, his dark eyes boring in your (e/c) ones. a dopey grin appears as a part of the male’s expression. 

“i missed you too,” he reciprocates, leaning in to press his lips against your forehead, “even more than words can explain.”

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[elydraws]

— haikyuu!! oneshot.

heartbeat in the court

introduction:  finally the big day of the Miyagi prefecture qualifying finals has arrived. Karasuno would have faced Shiratorizawa and you too had the opportunity to confront your stepbrother, Wakatoshi Ushijima.

this oneshot takes place during the Spring Interhigh Qualifiers final. you, despite being a girl, are accepted into the men's volleyball team thanks to your talent as a Middle Blocker. but what the rest of the team doesn't know is your bond with the captain of the opposing team and your hostility towards him, largely reciprocated. in all of this, with so much at stake, just when things seem to get out of hand, you'll find yourself relying on Nishinoya. Realizing that he has always been by your side.

⤿ pairing: nishinoya x reader, nishinoya x (y/n)

⤿ warnings: fluff, hints of divorce and neglect, sibling rivalry, hints of discrimination against women.

>a/n: hello everyone, initially, I had imagined this one-shot with an OC created by me, which pre-made would be Ann Takamaki from Persona 5. 

still, since it would have been very restrictive for some people, I preferred not to specify the physical appearance and make it become a nishinoyaxreader, instead of a nishinoyaxoc.

obviously being Ushijima's half-sister, the surname is necessarily that of his father (Utsui), be patient about it çwç

Also in my head, the protagonist is about six inches taller than Nishinoya, but I have not specified anything about the height, so you are free to imagine her as you like!

I leave you to read, and as usual, I apologize for my english!

Shivers ran through your arms. The game was still at the beginning, barely halfway through the first set, but the air on the field was heavy.

Not even the choirs praising the two teams could muffle the ball's snap against the floor when Ushijima hit it.

Even among the reserves, you could feel the heaviness of those blows. But your eyes couldn't leave the ball, focused on one goal.

You would have liked to enter the field immediately, to demonstrate your skills, and that you were able to stand up to the captain of the Shiratorizawa, but it was not yet time.

You didn't know if Coach Ukai understood your determination to stop Wakatoshi's dunk, especially given the difficulties the first-strings were having. Not that anyone could not blame him. The fact that you had entered the men's team - thanks also to your insistence - was in itself a miracle. Anatomically, both for physical strength and - in most cases - for height, women were weaker than men. But that hadn't been able to stop you.

After playing for a short time on the girls' team, who didn't seem to take volleyball as seriously as the men's, you had decided to put forward a proposal that for many had seemed absurd.

That was the only way you could prove to your father, Takashi Utsui, that you could have been at the same level as Wakatoshi. It had taken two weeks to convince Coach Ukai that you had nothing to envy to the rest of the team. Where your physical strength wasn't enough, you reach them in speed - the only other team member faster than you was Hinata - and if the height wasn't enough, you jumped higher.

Your wall might not be as stable as Asahi's or Tsukishima's. Still, you could read your opponents' intentions and readily respond to their attacks, slowing or deflecting them by using that power against them. That was your strength.

However, the Coach didn't know that you had trained all your life to block Shiratorizawa's captain dunks. Where for many, a left-handed opponent was a problem, you knew exactly how to stop him. 

You had studied it for a long time and know how he played. You had learned to read him.

And now that you were so close to your target, being able to observe it so closely, without doing anything, was making you nervous.

This feeling was starting to become evident as you shifted your weight from foot to foot under Sugawara's inquiring gaze.

"Uh ... Are you all right?" the sound of his voice roused you.

You were so absorbed in the game that you didn't even hear him say your name.

"You look pretty sensitive today, are you okay?"

"Yes, I would just like to enter the field and help my teammates, that's all!" you lied, waving a hand in front of your face as if you wanted to brush off his worries.

"If you say so..." Koshi returned to observe the game shouting cheers to the team after giving you a last doubtful look.

You could barely hold back a sigh of relief.

You didn't tell anyone on the team about your family connection with Ushijima. 

First of all, it didn't seem like there was anything to brag about, nor that it was relevant information for the team -you had already given all your observations regarding Wakatoshi's game to Kiyoko-. Also, no one had investigated it, mostly thanks to your surnames' diversity, and you were happy to gloss over the subject. The relationship between your two families was something you didn't like to talk about.

Takashi Utsui had divorced Ushijima's mother when he was still a child, thanks to an extramarital affair with a foreign partner, or your mother, who then became pregnant. At first, the story had covered up by keeping the pregnancy a secret until Utsui's first marriage could no longer handle both spouses' unhappiness.

So Takashi moved to America with your mother, but you knew that his heart had remained in Japan with his son. No matter how good you were, Utsui only saw Ushijima.

Despite their distance, he was always informed about his scholastic and sporting results to the point of having reports sent about him or cutting out sports articles that mentioned his name. He often called him secretly from his ex-wife, giving him friendly advice on his game or complimenting his victories.

He is so focused on Wakatoshi that he couldn't even see you.

No matter how many trophies you won or if you became the captain of your team, Ushijima always did something extra to win - even if not intentionally - your father's attention.

And things got worse when, for work reasons, the whole family was forced to return to Japan. In the same prefecture where Ushijima played.

So when you entered in the first year of high school, there was only one thing you wanted to prove to your father: you were worth as much as your stepbrother. At first, you believed you could prove that truth thanks to the women's team, but when you started training, you realized that it was not with them that you would reach that goal, and it was almost a coincidence when that idea had crossed your mind.

You accidentally overheard a call between your father and Ushijima one night while your brother told Utsui how that short little Karasuno guy had threatened him to win the final. That statement had gotten on Wakatoshi's nerves, admitting he couldn't stand unwarranted arrogance

. The thing had you on a rampage.

Wakatoshi was like that. He belittled and looked down on everyone. He had done it with you too on the rare occasions you had met in the past, his gaze seemed to judge you every time, and his indifference showed how little he thought of you.

So you decided that if the Karasuno men's team wanted to kick Ushijima's butt so badly, you would more than willingly help them and that this would be the perfect opportunity to prove to your father that you too were worthy of his attention.

But now that you found yourself in the showdown, with the Shiratorizawa continuing to accumulate points after points without your team being able to recover, it was starting to make you hold your breath.

You began to believe that, at that rate, there would be no opportunity for you to play.

The referee's whistle filled the gym, and suddenly there was an almost deathly silence.

Wakatoshi lifted the ball into the air for his next serve.

At that moment, a scream tore through the air "COME ON! BRING IT ON" Nishinoya must have screamed with all the air in his lungs because his voice's sure timbre made your knees tremble with its intensity. For the first time during the match, your eyes left Ushijima's statuesque figure to dwell on the small one of Yu.

But no matter how small in stature he was at that moment, his presence had conquered the entire field, obscuring even that of the captain of the Shiratorizawa. A smile involuntarily pursed your lips.

The slap of Wakatoshi's hand startled even the reserves as the ball crossed the field so fast that you could hardly follow its path.

On the stands, Shiratorizawa's cheering was ready to cheer on another point as the ball headed into the disputed part of the pitch, right in the middle between Daichi and Nishinoya.They both moved, ready to take it. 

Next to you, Yamaguchi made a horrified squeak covering his eyes. "Oh, no! They will collide!"

Such a thought was understandable, neither player had called it, yet they both leaned towards the ball, ready to take it. You would have liked to look away not to see Daichi's figure colliding with Yu's. 

Your heart was beating madly against your chest, yet a part of you knew that Nishinoya would succeed. You had learned to read determination in his gaze, and if there was one thing you knew, it was that no matter how impossible a ball seemed, Nishinoya would have intercepted it.

Your blocks, with him on the court, were even more effective. Your team play was close to perfect when it came to coordination: if you slowed down a ball, Nishinoya was right behind you, ready to catch it.

That's why you knew Yu would succeed this time. He would intercept that scary service.

It was a moment, Daichi withdrew, leaving space for Nishinoya to receive, and everyone held their breath in the gym when the number 4 dropped to his knees and stretched out his arms. As it hit his forearms, the ball slowed and rose for the rest of the team to catch it.

In the Karasuno camp, there was a sigh of relief and surprise before Sugawara, Hinata, and Yamaguchi shouted in chorus: "He got it!"

Yet another shiver ran down your back, but this time, it was an almost pleasant sensation as a wave of heat spread over your abdomen as your cries of joy joined those of the other reserves: "Good job Nishinoya-kun! I knew you could make it! " you didn't know if he heard you or have time to investigate Yu's curious blush on cheeks that Tanaka scored and sent the team wired.

Nishinoya ran to high-five Tanaka, while Sugawara almost thoughtlessly hugged you in enthusiasm.

"Hey! If anyone here has to be hugged by (y / n), it's me!" Nishinoya complained, pointing at number 2 with a homicidal air.

"Or me!" Tanaka joined, giving support to his companion.

Sugawara blushed, apologizing to all three. "Forgive me. I got carried away."

You laughed, finally relieved of the heaviness felt up to that moment, "Don’t worry Nishinoya, if you continue to play like this, there will be more hugs for you!" you teased him with a wink. 

That promise left the number 4 speechless.

Maybe you broke him.

Nishinoya stared at you with blank eyes, entirely still.

You blinked a couple of times, wondering what to do when an almost feral scream rose from his lips "BRING IT ON! I WILL SHOW YOU! I WON'T MISS A BALL!" it looked like he was going to explode at any moment.

Sugawara lowered his shoulders, frowning. "Now I'm almost afraid for Shiratorizawa," he murmured, studying Yu inhale and exhale like fury, taking a new position on the field.

You lowered your head, "Forgive me, maybe I exaggerated ... but better this way, right?" you played down, giggling.

You knew that Nishinoya - as well as Tanaka - had a soft spot for practically... the entire female population of this earth. Still, you would never have imagined a similar reaction from him for a simple hug. Strangely though, it pleased you, and you found yourself smiling.

Shiratorizawa won the first set.

During the second, however, it seemed to rebalance. In the end, both the team seemed to struggle to keep up. 

Shiratorizawa was deciding the pace of the game, and you didn't like it at all. It was as if they already knew they were going to win, and that belief was the same as your stepbrother, that blind arrogance in believing themselves the best. 

You started eating your thumbnail to the point of almost bleeding as you glanced nervously at Coach Ukai in a silent request, but he seemed to ignore your need and impatience. 

You had already begged to join the game after the last time-out. 

"I know I can do it" were these the words you said to Ukai as he silently stared at you, with his head lowered, "I can stop Ushijima." 

But it hadn't helped. It wasn't your time yet. You didn't know if Ukai would ever give you the chance to play during that game, but one thing was sure: the coach had read that assurance's in your eyes. 

Then, with just a few points at the end of the set, it happened. The tactic for containing Ushijima had begun to work. Thanks to the three-way block, Nishinoya seemed to want to fulfill the promise you made him during the previous set, intercepting every ball that the block diverted towards him. 

Shiratorizawa seemed less scary now. 

Tsukishima certainly has exceptional timing, you thought as the team took a moment to congratulate each other, who knows if with him on the field I'll be able to get in. 

Your hopes seemed to vanish when Tsukishima scored a point, making them win the second set with a block on a dunk from Ushijima. 

Although you cheered along with the others, there was a part of you that kept thinking, 'I wish I were the one to hit that spot' or 'I should have been the first to block his attack'. 

You shook your head, trying to get rid of those evil thoughts. 

"Oi!" Nishinoya called you as the teams changed sides for the third set. "Why that worried face?" he asked, tilting his head with a cocky smile "look, it's too late to renege on your promise." 

You jumped, taken by surprise, yet you were convinced that your smile had diverted the team's attention on something else. Still, it wasn't enough to confuse Yuu.

"Oh, it's nothing," you sketched an embarrassed smile when those envious thoughts crossed your head one more time "I would just like to enter the field too, that's all," you admitted knowing you couldn't hide anything from Yu "it's an important game ..." especially for me.

Nishinoya showed his best smile, vigorously slapping his open palm against your back. "I'm sure the coach will let you in before the end. The Nishinoya-Utsui pairing makes sparks!"

At those words, your cheeks flushed.

Perhaps also realizing what Yu had said or aware of your reaction, he winced, embarrassed, and redder than a tomato. His hand quickly moved away from your back as he tried to compose himself, assuming a casual air. "Here ... I meant that ..."

"Nishinoya !!" Hinata called him, already positioned in the field, "Hurry up!"

Number 4 jumped at the chance. "See you soon on the pitch then, show Shiratorizawa what you can do!" he encouraged her, running away to the second line.

You waved a hello absently, smiling gratefully.

When was the last time someone had trusted you so much?

The joy of winning the last set was brief.

Shiratorizawa retook control of the game, taking home the third set. 

Even Nishinoya seemed to have gotten nervous, and apparently, it wasn't just the rivalry that arose between him and your stepbrother. Still, you also heard him muttering something through gritted teeth like "Damn Ushijima! You won't stop me from having a hug from (y / n)"

He must have taken it personally...

"Come on, Nishinoya!" you yelled from the bench as the ball passed into Shiratorizawa's pitch.

The game was tense.

You could feel the heart contort with every hit and dunk of the opposing team, and a sigh of relief came from the lips every time Nishinoya or Daichi retrieved a ball. You were on your nerves, and you weren't with them.

Keep calm, keep repeating yourself; your time will come.

When the referee whistled the end of the fourth set for Karasuno, your shoulders relaxed with a hand resting on your chest. "Thank goodness ..." you sighed in relief, almost wholly forgetting the dark thoughts that had clouded your team spirit.

You couldn't let self-centeredness make you like Ushijima.

You were different.

Also, some people believed in you despite everything, like Nishinoya.

The thought helped you better tolerate the idea of ​​not entering the field to prove your worth to your father.

By now, you were in peace when it happened.

At the beginning of the last set, the decisive and most important one, Tsukishima, injured his hand.

When you saw the blood dripping into the space between his fingers and into his palm, you felt your stomach turn.

"Utsui!" Ukai's voice roused you like from a nightmare, making you jump.

"Yup!" you replied, ready and decisive, trying to shake off the feeling of having wanted to play so much that it caused that incident in Tsukishima's hand.

While Kei wrapped his injured hand around a towel, you approached, "Hey Tsukishima..."

With his usual indifferent expression, he turned, but you recognized that light in his eyes, the disappointment of not participating in such a crucial moment.

Swallows, you clench your hand into a fist "You were incredible," you admitted, smiling triumphantly. "I'll keep expectations high."

He did not seem impressed, instead looked away, turning away from you. "Don't ruin everything," but there was no bitterness in his voice.

"Just saying 'good luck' would have worked out anyway, you know?" you teased him as he started to walk away. "Move to come back, I can't wait to slam the victory in your face" you mocked him to ease the tension, but you knew that leaving at such a moment was a big wound in his pride.

The only thing you could do to make him feel better was to win that game.

Finally, on the pitch, you started to feel your heart beating against your eardrums. It was your moment. Right there, at that exact moment.

Daichi clapped his hands, rallying the team, "Come on! Focus!"

As you approached the rest of your teammates, you could hear a strange buzz in the stands. Probably many were questioning the coach's choice to have a woman play, also as a central, against a giant like Ushijima.

"Ehhhh? A woman?" Satori, on the other side of the net, stared at the field in your direction, following you with his eyes, before turning to the rest of the team "they don't think we'll hold back for this, do they?" Ushijima studied you in silence, while you seemed to be trying to take stock of the situation with the rest of the team. "Of course not." His voice, grave and low, caught the rest of his team's attention before returning behind the line.

"(y / n) don't be intimidated by Ushijima!" Tanaka assured you, "we managed to keep up with him until now, and we will continue to do so!" You turned your head, hardly hearing Ryunosuke's words as your gaze fixed on your stepbrother's massive figure across the field.

"Uhm... (y / n)?"

"Don't worry about me," your voice sliced ​​through the air like a knife. "I've been preparing myself for this moment all my life."

Some of your teammates exchanged confused glances before nodding resolutely, thinking you were referring to the final, saying that it was the right spirit.

Before each taking their positions, Nishinoya reached out with a closed fist towards you. "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed satisfied, stiffening "let's show Shiratorizawa what we can do! I am right behind you (y / n). They won't beat us!"

You nodded, punching his fist in response.

No, you would not have lost for you. For Nishinoya's trust. For Tsukishima's hard work. For the team.

You soon found yourself face to face with Ushijima, right under the net.

He towered in front of you with an aura that you were sure would make anyone else tremble and flee. But not you. 

You positioned yourself in front of him without batting an eye and fixed your gaze with him.

The rest of the team must have realized that something was wrong, too, because many of their eyes were now fixed on you.

"How long, Wakatoshi ..." you greeted him, lapidary, narrowing your eyelids.

"(y / n)" The captain of the Shiratorizawa didn't flinch, while the rest of your companions winced.

"Hey! Don't take all these confidences ..." Nishinoya grumbled, referring to the fact that Ushijima had just called you by your first name.

"Uh? Do you know each other?" Satori asked, pointing at you with his index finger.

Wakatoshi nodded, serious, "Yes, she is my stepsister."

A strange silence filled the field.

"STEPSISTER?!?!?!?!?!" the scream rose suddenly on both sides of the field, almost forcing the referee to recall the teams.

"W-what? Why didn't you ever tell us, huh?!" inquired Hinata, shocked, looking first at your back and then at Wakatoshi's face.

You didn't turn around, unable to leave that war of gazes with your opponent. "It wasn't relevant."

"It wasn't ..." Sugawara repeated softly.

"... relevant?" Daichi finished, frowning.

"It didn't matter," you repeated softly to Wakatoshi, while an arrogant smile formed on your lips, "because you are now my opponent, and I am your block to break down. Get ready to see your dunks fail, big brother" you mocked the last word vehemently without batting an eyelid when Ushijima smiled, menacingly.

"All this arrogance ... it gets on my nerves."

"... Even your sister is a monster ..." Satori murmured, recognizing in you at that moment, the same authoritative decision and confidence of his captain.

Asahi almost took a step back, intimidated. "Yes ... now I'm starting to see some similarities."

Nishinoya's eyes flashed with admiration, "Show him (y / n)!"

When the whistle came, you were ready.

Shiratorizawa's line flew over the net, and Daichi was there, catching it "Sugawara!"

Koshi lifted the hide as you, the winger, and Tanaka approached the net simultaneously.

I'll hit her. I'm going to smack her and score.

But the ball passed right over your fingers, straight at Rynosuke. His dunk touched Satori's guess block and was intercepted by their Liber ready to be lifted for a dunk by Ushijima.

This is the moment I've been waiting for!

An adrenaline rush ran through your entire body as you ran towards the balloon, getting ready to jump.

I annoyed him, you thought quickly, and his self-centeredness will make him believe he will wipe me out. He will not aim to overtake us but break through the wall of pure power, right on me.

Like an open book to you, Wakatoshi did what you predicted.

He charged the shot and struck, right on your hands.

It hurt.

More than you imagined.

You felt your fingers bend backward, your palms burn, and your arms give way. You couldn't compete with him in brute strength, but as he trained every day to power up his dunk, you had been studying a way to thwart it.

The position of your hands did the trick.

The ball's power worked in your favor, its trajectory following the angle of your fingers, bouncing back towards Ushijima before falling, amidst the astonishment of the entire gym, in the middle of the opponent's field.

When your feet hit the ground, the gym exploded with screams.

You were so happy that you almost didn't realize how red and sore your hands were. You didn't care. 

When you turned to the rest of the team, you almost fell backward as they all ran in your direction to compliment or hug you.

Satori stared at you, his eyes still bulging. "Yes ... a monster..." he mumbled before falling silent on seeing Ushijima's expression "is-it was just a stroke of luck ..." he reassured him, but Wakatoshi didn't even listen to him.

Nishinoya was the last to walk away from you, gently grasping your wrists, before carefully studying your dark-faced hands.

When you noticed his expression, you tried to withdraw your hands from his grasp, sweet and firm, without succeeding. "Oh, don't worry, it will pass."

Yu remained with his eyes down on your wounds. "I know there is probably a reason and that this game is important to you ... you probably want to prove something to Ushijima, and that's okay, but ... don't get down like that," you blush, while Nishinoya lifted his face with a solemn and severe air, "I told you even before, right? I'm behind you, watching your back."

You swallow as Yu walked away, taking his place in the center of the field. You were so shocked by his resolve that you didn't notice his expression -all satisfied- as he settled into position, under Tanaka's grim gaze, who was muttering something between his teeth like 'and stop saying such cool things...'.

The followings points were a constant chase.

It did not matter who won the first point; the other team followed suit; neither of them decided to let go even for a moment.

It was clear that there was an open war between you and Ushijima. Wherever he crushed, you were there.

Your hands still hurt, and you knew that that kind of block was a gamble, especially now without the surprise effect, and the captain of the Shiratorizawa was now much more attentive to your moves.

But it doesn't matter, you thought, trying to block another one of his dunks with Sugawara and Tanaka, you just need to slow it down a bit.

The ball touched your fingers and slid past you, losing some of its speed.

"First touch!"

You didn't even turn around to check; you knew Nishinoya was there, ready to receive it.

It doesn't matter that I stop it completely..., you repeated to yourself with a smile and a light, confident soul,  because you are right behind me, aren't you Nishinoya?

"MINE!" Yu's voice came loudly behind you, and the ball didn't touch the floor.

When the action was over, you turned around, your forehead wet with sweat and your hair stuck to your cheeks despite having tried to keep it away from your face.

You were out of breath, but you didn't feel tired, although bridging the gap between you and the rest of the team took a lot of energy.

But when you met Nishinoya's proud gaze, nothing mattered anymore. Yu raised both hands in a high-five, "Nice save!"

"Nice reception."

However, the game had just entered its most intense phase, Ushijima began to get nervous, and the tension was accumulating point by point as well as fatigue.

At the end of the set, you were almost breathless. You wiped your face with the shirt's edge, resuming your position.

Generally, you didn't stay on the team very much because your physique had to endure the physical gap, consuming more energy. You always had to jump higher than you should have against a women's team, run faster to get the edge, and your stamina wasn't as infinite as Hinata's. You also began to feel the stress of having to replace Tsukishima and keep everyone's expectations high.

No, I can't give up.

You could feel the breath of Shiratorizawa on your neck, and when you looked around, after the last point of the opponents, you felt the floor fail under your feet.

No matter how well we played, it was as impossible to detach the Shiratorizawa.

You gritted your teeth, shaking your head, as Ushijima's face painted that self-righteous look you hated so much.

"No matter how hard you try, the result will always be the same," he stated in front of the net, observing from above your petite figure bent on his knees in fatigue, "We will win."

The grip of your fingers tightened on your knees as you barely restrained a curse.

It wasn't supposed to end like this, no, no!

"DON'T DARE TO LOOK DOWN!" Ukai's scream crossed the two fields like lightning.

You raised your head, observing him with wide eyes, and at that same moment, the gym doors opened, while Tsukishima ran on the edge again of the field under the astonished gaze of all of you.

You saw the coach give him the card with your number for the change, despite the bandaged hand, and stand on the bench waiting to enter the field.

You sighed in relief, thank goodness, he's okay then.

That probably would have been your last point and the last of the game if Shiratorizawa had scored, you couldn't lose, not now.

The serve was from Shiratorizawa, a float that Daichi managed to intercept, but the opponents were able to predict your attack, and it was once again the chance for Ushijima to score.

By the time your brain processed that information, the adrenaline was already circulating in your blood.

Your heart was beating against your ribs until it rumbled in your eardrums, you did not feel the fatigue in your legs as they sprinted towards the ball, predicting where the lifter would pass it Wakatoshi. "I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO MAKE THIS POINT!" you shouted, throwing yourself with all the strength you had to reinforce Kageyama and Asahi's double block.

Focused on the ball, you did not notice the shiny spot on the floor, and when the toe landed on it, it slipped.

"(Y / N)!" someone shouted from the bench, but you ignored him, miraculously catching yourself with the other leg and throwing yourself into the air before it was too late.

It doesn't matter how ... but I have to slow down that ball..., you thought, gritting your teeth, trying in every way to give yourself as much elevation as possible with just one foot.

The pain was sharp, and for a moment, your vision blurred until it was completely dark.

The only thing you could see was the little lights shining behind your eyelids, the intense stab of pain radiating from the center of your face to your neck's base, and something warm dripping down your chin.

You had managed to reach the ball, but despite having recovered from the fall, the elevation you had given yourself with only one leg was not enough. The ball had hit you in the face as you were approaching the net in midair without succeeding to raise your hands, still busy trying to regain your balance.

You heard someone shout your name behind you, and you didn't know where the ball was or what was going on on the pitch.

There was just that twinge of pain at the base of your nose, but maybe that was what kept you conscious and clear enough to make you scream, "THE BALL!" before you hit the ground.

The last thing you perceived was the sound of heartfelt footsteps, and finally, the referee's whistle marked the point.

When you found the courage to open your eyes, the rest of your companions were around you, first of all, Nishinoya "(Y / N)! Are you okay?"

You closed your eyelids, grabbing your nose with one hand, before lifting your head to stop the blood from continuing to come out.

"Did we... did we score?" you whispered between your teeth, barely holding back an expression of pain.

The rest of the team stared at you as if you were mad.

"Yes," was Kageyama, who answered, pointing to the scoreboard.

"Thank goodness ..." you sighed in relief, before meeting Nishinoya's stern gaze.

"You should worry about your condition!" number 4 scolded her, bending over to better observe the wound while muttering, "I told you not to reduce yourself like this" "I slipped ..." you murmured, looking away as if it were an excuse. Kiyoko ran to bring you a towel from the bench while Nishinoya continued to stare at you, worried, "We will win for you too."

You smiled, nodding, before turning around. "I count on it."

"You should go and show yourself in the infirmary ..." Coach Ukai began after giving the okay to Tsukishima to enter your seat.

"NO!" you snapped, pointing your feet, all those present looked at you with wide eyes. "It will stop bleeding soon! And then ..." you turned around to observe the rest of the team from over your shoulder, "and then I can't leave them right now" you turned around, following the coach with eyes shining with pain and emotion. "Please!"

He looked away, sighing in resignation. "As soon as the match is over, run to the nurse without making a fuss, am I clear?"

Your face lit up as you nodded.

Fortunately, the blood stopped coming out a few minutes later, while Kiyoko patiently helped you clean the one encrusted on the skin, you stared with bated breath the rest of the game.

They were the last points.

And then it came.

Karasuno was missing only one point to go home winners. Only one.

The entire team rose into the air to crush Kageyama's riser.

At that moment, the air vibrated.

You couldn't take your eyes off your teammates as Hinata finally hit the ball on the second line. You held your breath.

Shiratorizawa's Libero shot for the dunk, but he was too slow, the ball touched his forearm and took the wrong trajectory going out of bounds.

You jumped to your feet, heart pounding, as Shiratorizawa's number 4 dashed over the baseline to retrieve it.

But the ball was too far. It flew over the linesman and fell to the ground.

For a long, unending, second no one in the gym spoke.

Time had stopped until the referee whistled the point for Karasuno. The decisive one.

We won...

And the cry from the stands rose so high that your eardrums were shaking, while the Karasuno team remained motionless, still incredulous.

Asahi, Daichi and Sugawara, were the first to move with tentative steps, looking for each other. They were hugging each other, letting out a scream that seemed to have remained in their hearts too long as they cried like little boys.

And after them, everyone followed.

Completely forgetting the promise made to the coach, you threw yourself on the field along with the other reserves, completely ignoring the sore nose and red face as warm tears had started running down your cheeks.

You must have looked awful, sweaty, aching, and in a vale of tears, but you didn't care.

None of that mattered now, as you screamed into the arms of your companions, still incredulous.

And amid those black uniforms, your arms instinctively sought the only orange stain.

Nishinoya fell to the ground as you clung to his neck, sinking your face against his chest as your tears wiped from his shirt.

"We won! We won!" you repeated ad nauseam before looking up at Yu.

Had he always been this good-looking? With that cheeky smile painted on his lips, the sweaty hair and skin reflecting the gym lights, those big hazel eyes so bright, and that cute blush that spread over the tip of his nose and cheeks when you were near him?

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, laughing, completely ignoring the embarrassment of having you on top of him. "I didn't think you would keep your promise so soon," he admitted pausing to study your face.

Suddenly, you remembered the condition you were supposed to be in and again hid your face on his chest. "Don't look at me! I'm horrible right now!" you begged him, trying to get away, but Nishinoya's grip tightened, preventing it.

"You have never been more beautiful."

Your heart skipped a beat at those words.

You slowly looked up, and you could see in his big brown eyes that he wasn't lying, he couldn't, looking at you with so much admiration.

When you became aware of your actions again, your lips were already pressed against Nishinoya's.

His lips were soft and slightly salty from the sweat. There was a sweetish aftertaste that you would not have known how to identify, but that you liked to the point of pressing your mouth harder against his. Perhaps, you did it even a little out of desperation, hoping that that gesture would stimulate him to do anything.

Yu remained motionless, completely blown away. He was staring at you with wide eyes, peering at your face pressed against his trying to register what was happening.

Holding you close to him was the right stimulus to awaken him, finally bringing him back to reality.

His hands ran through your hair, trying to get you closer than you already were to him, and he closed his eyes, tasting the numbness of your lips against his.

It was a quick, hasty, clumsy kiss, but it was perfect that way.

"Damn ..." a voice above you suddenly made you remember where you were.

Tanaka towered above both of you as he stretched his knuckles, with the rest of the team behind him staring at you, embarrassed, amused, and even a little amazed.

"Um... we should line up... you know?" Sugawara interjected, uncertain, pointing to the back of the field. "As soon as you finished ..." he added with a more mischievous smile, winking at Nishinoya, who jumped up, red in the face, under the steely gaze of Tanaka.

"Why did you only get the girls?!" the shaved-haired boy cried in frustration as he dragged a still slowed Nishinoya with him, too busy throwing glances over his shoulder to focus on his friend's words.

You found yourself smiling dreamily, red in the face, as you followed your teammates along the bottom line, taking a seat next to Yu.

Number 4's hand clenched together with yours as he winked at you before bowing to the other team, "Always behind you, watching your back."

[meowdarame]

♡ shop specialties [events]

5 seconds of haikyuu!! [100 followers event]; a series of one-shots based on 5sos songs

2012 collab [my first collab!]; a series of works based on 2012

for she’s a jolly good fellow [dice’s birth month event]; a series of one-shots and fics to celebrate my 21st birthday!

cordially invited: the collab; a party-themed collab as a celebration for my blog!

♡ chocolate boxes [fics]

“the cosmos taste like raspberries” [Chocolatier!tendou x Journalist!reader]; NSFW fic, completed

“ivory and orange hues” [BrazilArc!hinata x EnglishTeacher!reader]; NSFW series, completed

three holes, two hands [ushijima x matsukawa x f!reader x atsumu x iwaizumi x tendou]; NSFW fic, completed

949 [iwaizumi hajime x f!reader], NSFW/DC series, ongoing

the song of carnage [mafia boss!oikawa x fem!reader]; NSFW/DC fic, ongoing; part 1 & part 2

redhead caught red-handed!! [stepbro!tendou x fem!reader]; NSFW/DC fic, completed

♡ chocolate bars [one-shots]

“soju night with hajime″ [college student!iwaizumi x reader]; NSFW one-shot

“throat training with semi eita”  [CamBoy!semi x gn!reader]; NSFW one-shot

“strictly professional” [SuperModel!lev x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot (underrated collab submission)

what he needs; [utsui takashi (ushi’s dad) x f!reader x iwaizumi hajime]; NSFW one-shot (underrated collab submission)

drunk; [miya osamu x gn!reader]; SFW angst to comfort one-shot

the most dangerous game; [suna rintarou x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot

a chocolate bar a day sends the incubus your way; [incubus!tendou x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot

“how badly do you want me?”; [sawamura daichi x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot

atsumu’s grabby hands; [miya atsumu x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot

second skin; [miya atsumu x f!reader]; NSFW one-shot

sex is the solution!; [tendou satori x f!reader x shion madarame]; NSFW one-shot

♡ samples [drabbles, headcanons, and more]

[ushidoux]

Masterlist

Thanks for checking out my masterlist! It is mostly nsfw, sfw is designated accordingly (most sfw pieces will be at the oneshots section or in fluffy drabbles near the end of this post!) 

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Hesitant - Ushijima x Reader

After the Match - Ushijima x Reader

Someone Else’s - Sakusa x Reader x Ennoshita

Birthday Boy - Kuroo x Reader 

Bury the Dead, then Other Things - Matsukawa x Reader 

Baby, It’s Cold Outside - Oikawa x Reader  (sfw)

Lesson - Atsumu x Reader 

Eat - Osamu x Reader  (sfw)

All I Want For Christmas - Kuroo x Reader 

Similar - Osamu x Reader  (sfw)

Father Dearest - Takashi Utsui x Reader

Toshi’s Bunny - Ushijima x Reader

What We Inherit - Ushijima x Reader (sfw)

November Baby - Ushijima x Reader

What’s In a (Nick)Name? - Reon Ohira x Reader (sfw)

He, Hercules - Ushijima x Reader (sfw)

Good Teacher - Sugawara x Reader

Power Struggle - Ushijima x Reader

CROSSOVER

Not Enough - Oikawa x Reader x Gojo (JJK) (sfw)

Series: Look at Me, Senpai - Hinata has had eyes for the captain’s girlfriend since high school and doesn’t hesitate to shoot his shot.  {Completed}

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 

Series: Be My Last - You have trouble moving on from a past relationship, and you’re afraid to break Iwaizumi’s heart. {Completed}

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Series: A Life Well Lived - Bokuto’s destined to die but an angel-in-training will protect him until then. Protect is not well-defined.  {Ongoing}

Part 1

Series: Restraint - The boys try to hold back... Sometimes they can, sometimes they can’t. ***  {Ongoing}

- Tetsuro Kuroo

- Oikawa Tooru

- Tobio Kageyama

- Satori Tendou

- Ushijima Wakatoshi

- Chikara Ennoshita

- Sawamura Daichi

- Koutaro Bokuto

Series: Menage a Trois - Three’s not always a crowd... {ONGOING}

- Oikawa Tooru & Hajime Iwaizumi

Series: Songscapes: Love and lust scenes to fit songs.  {ONGOING}

-  Luxury - Azealia Banks, Futakuchi x Reader  (sfw)

-  Que Malo - Bad Bunny feat Nengo Flow, Atsumu x Reader 

- Golden - Harry Styles, Hinata x Reader

- Hourglass - Catfish and the Bottlemen, Osamu x Reader 

-  Down - Ella Mai, Atsumu x Reader 

-  Sex Talk - Megan Thee Stallion, Iwaizumi x Reader 

-  Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood, Kyoutani x Reader 

-  Pu$$y Fairy - Jhene Aiko, Matsukawa x Reader

-  Stay With Me - Miki Matsubara, Tendou x Reader

-  Manga - Mayra Andrade, Oikawa x Reader

-  Kiss Me More - Doja Cat ft. Sza, Ushijima x Reader

|| HEADCANONS ||

Haikyuu dads who just want to have sex in peace

Part 1: Ushijima, Daichi, Oikawa, Hinata, Kageyama

Part 2: Tendou, Matsukawa, Makki, Shirabu, Semi

|| THIRSTS & THIRSTY DRABBLES ||

- Iwa’s pomodoro technique

- Hinata + breeding

- Hinata + facefucking while recording

- Sakusa + comfort after a bad day

- Daichi + bruising your ass

- Ushijima’s hands

- Koganegawa’s hands

- Ushijima + lactation kink

- Hoshiumi + winning you over

- Goshiki + pity-fucking

- Gora + face sitting

- Hoshiumi + public sex

- Oikawa + some femdom

- Atsumu + your handprint on his ass

- Daichi + fingers down your throat, legs in the air

- Iwa + watching your couple porn with Oikawa

- Suna + degradation

- tell Oikawa he’s beautiful with your hands in his hair

- Kuroo + taking photos of you naked

- tagteamed by Oikawa and Hinata in Brazil

- Suga + bdsm

- sub!Ushijima

- Ushijima + toys

- Hinata + daddy kink

- Daichi + loving your voice

- Oikawa + more femdom

- Sakusa + bratty wife

- Akaashi + sexy cuddling

- Matsukawa + reassurance

- Suna + first kiss

- Oikawa + public sex

- Ushijima + blowjob

- Ushijima + inversion therapy

- Makki + wandering hands

- Ukai Jr + closing time sexy times

- Saeko + first meeting

- that time you suffered consequences for your entanglement with dilf!Iwa

Ask Game: Dirty Jenga from this reblogged post.

- Give a mouth and ice massage - Oikawa

- Talk dirty to them - Ushijima 

- Lick whipped cream off a body part - Bokuto

- Sit in someone’s lap - Kuroo

- Pinch someone’s butt - Sakusa

- Suck on someone’s fingers - Matsukawa

- Cop a feel - Tsukishima Kei

Minithirsts: You don’t know what you’ll get :)

- Oikawa

- Kuroo

- Bokuto

- Futakuchi

- Kageyama

- Kenma

- Sugawara

- Hinata

- Coach Nekomata

- Iwaizumi

- Sakusa

|| ANGST & ANGSTY DRABBLES ||

- love triangle with Oikawa

- missed soulmates with Ushijima

- "i have belonged to you in a way you haven't to me" - Iwa x Reader

- "It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse.” - Semi x Reader

- “Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.” - Sakusa x Reader

|| FLUFF & FLUFFY DRABBLES ||

- random Sakusa x reader  (sfw)

- very first christmas with Ushijima  (sfw)

- first date with Ushijima (sfw)

- Ushijima cooking for you on Sunday mornings (sfw)

- how Oikawa handles your insecurity (sfw)

- how you meet Aone (sfw)

- Matsukawa has a habit of humming (sfw)

- Kageyama apparently likes pda (sfw)

- on sleeping with your hq fav (sfw)

|| EVENTS ||

#valentine’s day event

recreating your first date + Arryhythmia + Tsukishima

firefighter AU + HeartBeat + Meian

stargazing date + HeartBeat + Tendou

revenge AU + HeartBreak + Ushijima

Whale watching + Arrhythmia + Oikawa

Enemies to Lovers + HeartBeat + Ushijima

Recreate your first date + HeartBeat + Kita

Childhood friends to lovers + HeartBeat + Mattsun

A bet + HeartBeat + Kenma

A kiss at midnight + HeartBreak + Oikawa

Firefighter AU + HeartBeat + Iwaizumi

A quiet night at home + HeartBeat + Sugawara

Accidental kiss + HeartBreak + Asahi

Biking + Arrhythmia + Ushijima

(Last edited: 5/14/2021)