#tutor!akaashi

[sugawarassoulmate]

tutor!akaashi who started out sweet and ready to help bimbo!reader because she's inexplicably taking a super high-level literature course for her degree but she's so stupid and nothing clicks in her tiny brain so he decides that positive reinforcement (fucking her) is the only way to get her to remember anything.

"the only thing you're good at is sucking cock," akaashi groans as he recites verbatim the passage you were supposed to be remembering. "where is that from?"

you search through your memory, trying to remember all the plays and novels you studied this year but the position akaashi has you in —sitting in his lap while he thrusts up into you over and over again—has your brain turning into mush.

suddenly akaashi's tone turns disapproving and you're afraid of making him upset again.

"ah! hamlet?" you finally say, hoping that you actually got it right this time. "a-act three, sc-scene one?"

akaashi stops moving, giving your cunt a break after he's already made you cum twice. "look at that," he coos. "all you needed was some dick to get the answer right."

he doesn't give you much time to rest, flipping your bodies over until you're pinned to the bed. "k-keiji! please just gimme a second—"

"ah, ah," akaashi says, slowly burying his cock in you until he's at the hilt. "we still have three more questions to go. you want to make me proud, don't you?"

and you really, really do.

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[phant0m-ch3rry]

Sakusa and Bokuto being college roommates who both can’t do math bc Sakusa was a muscal theater major and Bokuto was a communications major 

[pin-k-ink]

Bokuto Kotaro

CW: toxic behavior, dub-con, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, pervy bokuto, mentions of male masturbation, implied handjob

a/n: yeah idk wtf this is

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Bokuto had everyone fooled. To the outside world, he was the manchild captain of the Fukurodani volleyball team, known for his intense mood swings and childlike mindset. He struggled with academics, and even his teammate Akaashi had given up on trying to help him learn. Bokuto played the part of the immature eighteen-year-old perfectly, but it was all an act.

One of Bokuto's greatest prideas was his ability to deceive others with ease. He learned from his friend Kuroo that playing dumb could get you almost anything you wanted, and he put this knowledge to good use.

For years, Bokuto had been singularly focused on becoming Japan's next top volleyball ace, never giving romance a second thought. That all changed when he met her, a schoolmate who had been in the same school as him since middle school. She was always in the highest class, and Bokuto never had the chance to talk to her. She seemed to exist in a league of her own, her beauty and intimidating presence making it impossible for him to approach her.

She was the only person who could completely change Bokuto's mood without even realizing it. He spent years trying to capture her attention in various ways, but eventually, he resigned himself to admiring her from afar, believing his efforts to be futile.

That is, until he learned Kuroo's little trick: act dumb. Unbeknownst to Akaashi, Bokuto had already mastered every single concept Akaashi tried to teach him. He just needed the teachers to believe he was hopeless enough to require a tutor with the expertise to teach someone like him: her.

His plan worked almost flawlessly. The first time she spoke to him, Bokuto was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even find the words to respond. She brushed it off, immediately getting down to business.

Tutoring sessions with her quickly became the highlight of Bokuto's day. Today marked an entire year since she had started teaching him, and he knew that she had grown accustomed to his presence and mood swings. Even more remarkably, she never blamed him for any of his shortcomings.

Bokuto can’t be held accountable for "accidentally" flipping her skirt up countless times. She blamed herself, claimed it was because she wore her skirt higher than usual due to the hot weather. He didn’t just go home and jerk off to the fresh image he had branded into his mind the moment he saw the way her panties clung to her pussy lips.

He couldn't be blamed for spilling water on her shirt, he’s just clumsy like that. He totally did not want to see what color bra she wore. He was absolutely not secretly relishing the sight of her nipples pebbling under the wet fabric, watching the cute pink buds pressing against the material.

She brushed it off whenever he hugged her out of excitement, his hands conveniently finding their way to her ass when he embraced her. She chalked it up to a mere coincidence caused by their height difference, brushing off the way he’d squeeze her flesh and press himself against her.

Now, she was the only one capable of pulling him out of his mood swings during a match. All she needed to do was let him rest his head on her thighs before the game. Sometimes, he'd even bury his face in her stomach or her tits, claiming it was vital to his performance.

He can’t be blamed for getting hard in the middle of a lesson. It’s her fault for explaining this particular topic in biology in such vivid detail. He is practically in tears as he begged her to help him jerk off, playing the part of the helpless idiot who couldn't take care of himself. How dare she insinuate that he had pretended not to understand so she’d have to resort to using layman’s terms to explain the human reproductive system.

From there, things escalated quickly. She became his unofficial babysitter and girlfriend, though they never put a label on their relationship. As long as she had enough sense not to leave him, not to shatter the vulnerable state he had reduced himself to, he had nothing to worry about.

In every sense but name, she was practically his wife now. How cruel would she have to be to crush his delusions and force reality upon him? She had no choice but to fall in love with him, to marry him.

As they sat together, Bokuto's head resting in her lap, he looked up at her with tearful eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he whimpered, his voice wavering. "You're the only one who understands me, the only one who can help me."

She sighed, running her fingers through his hair in a soothing gesture. "I'm here for you, Bokuto-san. I'll always be here for you."

A smile tugged at his lips, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Promise me you'll never leave me," he whispered, his tone equal parts pleading and demanding.

"I promise," she replied softly, unaware of the depth of the web he had woven around her.

Bokuto closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her touch and the weight of her promise. She was his now, bound to him by the strings of his manipulation and the strength of his obsession. And he would make sure it stayed that way, no matter what it took.

[fleurheart]

Keiji Akaashi As Your Tutor ───────── 0.01

☆ tutor!akaashi who was actually the one to offer to tutor you after hearing you were having some trouble due to just moving schools in the middle of the year.

☆ tutor!akaashi who greets you with a charming smile as you two meet each other for the first time to schedule tutoring, causing you to silently curse yourself, embarrassed your getting tutored by a really cute guy.

☆ tutor!akaashi who as you guys have more tutoring sessions and get closer, he invites you over yo his house to have the tutoring or he’ll sometimes go over to yours (you guys actually do school work :o )

☆ tutor!akaashi who purposely leans close to you when he’s explaining a problem. In the corner of his eye he sees you get flustered which makes him secretly smirk.

☆ tutor!akaashi who finds himself falling for you. As spring break is coming up soon which means no more tutoring sessions, he asks you out on a date. No tutoring this time. He takes you to a park where he prepared a picnic for the both of you (boy knows how to cook). It totally didn’t get crashed by bokuto, kuroo, and kenmaaa nooo

☆ tutor!akaashi who treats you to your favorite dessert when you score high on a test/quiz, he also loves to praise you. “Good job, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you” “well done my love” he says giving you a kiss on your temple or patting the top of your head.

☆ tutor!akaashi who sometimes has to invite bokuto to your tutoring session because he also is having trouble.

☆ tutor!akaashi who turns red as bokuto exposes him for always talking about the pretty girl who he tutors.

☆ tutor!akaashi who has to scold bokuto to stop distracting you as you solve a problem he told you to try by yourself. You get distracted easily whenever Bokuto is around. He’s good at distracting people.

☆ tutor!akaashi who smiles and makes sure to keep it in mind when you tell him he looks handsome with his glasses so he makes sure to wear them more often around you.

☆ tutor!akaashi who lets you borrow one of his headphones as the two of you study.

[h3yl4dies]

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐂𝐒!

Type of writing : Headcannons & fluff

Pairing : tsukishima x reader, kenma x reader, akaashi x reader

Admin's note : tysm for 60 followers! Love you babes! I also might do a part two for this!

Warnings ; none (literally just fluff bro)

❥ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

He isn't the type of guy who has any love interests, he finds it kind of boring at the start until he met you!

You were mostly the one who confessed instead of him

He might seem like a brave mf but actually.. Sometimes he might need courage if he actually wants to confess

Most likely confessing over texts/messages since he couldn't bring himself to confess in public or irl 😭

His love language is definitely act of service & quality time

I can headcannon that you and him would have studying dates, arcade dates and bookshop dates!

His nickname for you is "shorty" or "pipsqueak" 💀

If you want to go to have a date with him, I would suggest to go to a intimate quiet relaxing place

He will definitely share you his Spotify playlist

Listen to music while cuddling in bed<3

He isn't a big fan of PDA btw, but if your close with him enough.. He may allow you to hold his hand

(Off topic) speaking of hands.. His hands are veiny and slim 😍

❥ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

He is definitely more shy than tsukishima

Same as tsukishima, your also the one who is most likely to confess

Honestly I also feel like he doesn't have any love interests at all since he is mostly stuck at playing with his phone

Date ideas are probably arcade dates & cat cafe dates!

He doesn't have any nickname for you, he would just call you by your name

There are some rare occasions that he MIGHT call you "baby" or "angel"

Love language is definitely physical touch

When you can't sleep at night, he will help you to fall asleep by cuddling with you<3

Kuroo is definitely the third-wheel lmao

Idk why but I feel like the both of you would plan to raise a kitten together like a loving happy family! <33

Also not a fan of pda 2.0

But doesn't mind it anyway

❥ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

OMG GUYS GUYS GUYS HE'S A GENTLEMAN I SWEARJ

Honestly, the both of you would either confess to each other tbh

He's a bit socially awkward but he's still caring and loving!

Date ideas are feeding the ducks near by a pond & Art Museum dates

Relationship nicknames are "Babe" "baby" "love" "my love"

Love language is physical touch & acts of service

He likes to gift you your favourite flowers in a Boquet!

He also like to gift you a meaningful necklace or an heart-shaped chocolate box<3333

Please don't hurt him he's such a gentleman

Will study with you and tutor you if your struggling with your studies!

Loves it when you visit him during his practices

He doesn't mind PDA, probably a bit of a fan?

He does hugs you quietly or hold your hand in public though but he isn't really that much of a fan!

He doesn't mind it as long as you are comfortable with any!

Admin note 2 : thanks for reading, if I am done with the part two, I will link it here below!

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[229zmi]

ACADEMIC WEAPON

PAIRING: Bokuto Kōtarō/Reader

CONTENT: 4+1 things (4 times bokuto failed a quiz + the 1 time he passed), reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, reader tutors bokuto, bokuto requests the reader to shut the window on his head at one point, overuse of silly metaphors and similes #Sorry

WORD COUNT: 5.0k

(I.)

Bokuto was many things, but an academic weapon was certainly not one of them. Perhaps, he thought, an academic victim would be more fitting.

After all, marked by a large 7/100 circled in red pen for his surrounding deskmates to see (Thanks a lot, Mrs. Ishida!, he sulked), things were looking bleak for him. It was only a few days into the new term, yet he had already failed his first quiz; and honestly, he wasn’t sure if Akaashi’s biweekly tutoring sessions would be enough to pull him through the rest of the school year with a passing grade, especially with the volleyball summer camp coming up — it was all he could think about as of lately.

He needed a plan. Desperately.

“Desperately?”

Bokuto jolted in his seat. Ah, he must’ve let his internal monologue slip out again. That tended to happen a lot whenever he got too carried away in his pondering— got too in his head about something. Pouting for no particular reason, he hastened to answer Akaashi’s question with a nod before an idea suddenly materialised in his brain.

“Change your tutoring sessions to be weekly! Pretty please?” he added somewhat sheepishly, twiddling his fingers for the effect of what was supposed to be humbleness.

“Weekly?” Akaashi stared at him with a slow blink, taking a bite of his apple. He seemed to be thinking about it, which kindled a small flame of hope within Bokuto.

“Yeah! Or— or how about twice a week? Three times a week? Four—“

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for that,” he cut in with a dead expression, but at least his tone sounded sort of apologetic. But it was true: he was in the volleyball club and the literature club at school, and being a part of two clubs did take a considerable chunk of what would’ve been free time after school, hence why his tutoring sessions were scheduled so sparsely.

His eyes lingered on Bokuto’s hair, which was beginning to look deflated, and he was sure his best friend was about to enter one of his moods if he didn’t find some way to cheer him up.

“Bokuto-san,” he started, pausing for a moment to think again, “I know someone from literature club who might be willing to tutor you.”

Bokuto lifted the side of his head from off the table. A newfound hope miraculously found him and bled through his expression as he smiled and propelled himself closer to the black-haired boy as if he was listening in on some juicy yet confidential gossip, hitting the palms of his hands against the table with an embarrassingly loud slap that rang throughout the classroom.

“Really?!”

Akaashi nodded. “[L/n] [Y/n] from class 3-6 is one of the smartest people I know, and I heard they’ve been looking to make some money so—“

“I gotta go,” Bokuto quickly said. Watching him rush out the classroom, Akaashi had a feeling it wasn’t to the bathroom.

(i.)

Bokuto was many things. Shameless was one of them.

“I am looking for [Y/n]!”

Heads turned toward him, including yours, although your reaction was paired with creased eyebrows and a warmth in your face that felt a lot like embarrassment. You weren’t sure who he was to be shouting out your name like that in front of everyone, but whoever he was, you were livid. Even more so after hearing your classmates whisper among themselves, questioning if that strong-looking, handsome guy was your boyfriend and adding on that you didn’t seem like type to date.

“Is there a [Y/n] in this class?” No one spoke up, so he stepped back outside the classroom for a moment, checking the sign above the door to make sure this was the right class. Class 3-6, it read. He frowned. Maybe you had decided to spend your lunch period elsewhere.

Before he started to walk back to his classroom so he could complain to Akaashi about this unfortunate outcome, however, he felt a sharp yank against the collar of his shirt, pulling him backward and then up against the wall. He blinked, and a humourless face came into vision. Unsure of where to look, he settled for staring hard at the space in between the face’s furrowed eyebrows, wondering if this stranger was about to ask for his lunchbox or something like the bullies in stereotypical American high school movies.

“Name,” you demanded. Stunned by how you were acting like some kind of military drill sergeant, Bokuto could only keep staring. Eventually, he noticed the name tag on your blazer— [L/n] [Y/n], class 3-6!

He smiled. Just the person he was looking for.

You were growing impatient. Why was he smiling? Did he find your embarrassment funny? Tensely, you repeated, “What’s your name? Hellooo?”

“Bokuto Kōtarō, a friend of Akaashi Keiji!” he blurted out. “You know him, right? Black hair, blue eyes—“

“I know who that is.”

“Great! I have a favour to ask you.”

Awkwardly, he gestured for you to back up. You did so, albeit eyeing him sceptically as he proceeded to bow down, low enough to the point where the tips of his hair met the tiled floor. It was just your luck that a few of your classmates decided to leave the classroom at this moment, stopping when they noticed the scene before shuffling away. You heard them giggling to themselves yet again, probably ecstatic at having found another topic to gossip about.

“Get up, what the hell are you doing.” Gripping onto his broad shoulders, you frantically tried pulling him up to a normal standing position before any other witnesses could walk in on you and add on to your humiliation, but he didn’t budge.

“Hold on— please tutor me!”

“That wasn’t asking me a favour. Now, stand. Up.”

“I’m failing most of my classes, and the ones that I’m not, I’m barely passing by like a couple points! I’ll pay you and everything, just please— I really need someone to tutor me, and Akaashi said you were super duper smart and nice and cool and everything!”

“Get up. Please.” You couldn’t help sounding desperate by this point. “People are staring.”

Much to your annoyance, your words went through one of Bokuto’s ears and out the other, as if there was nothing in between.

“Can you tutor me? Please?”

“Alright, fine. But only if you stop bowing down to me.” You sighed and then stuck your hand out, holding your phone. “Give me your number. I’ll text you the dates and times I’ll be available.”

He shot right up and visibly brightened, his hair sticking up even more than before, like he’d just stuck a fork into an electrical outlet. You weren’t sure how that was logically possible, but whatever. “Of course! Here.”

After letting him type in his number, you added it as a contact.

“What’s your name again?” you asked.

“Bokuto Kōtarō.”

“Spell it for me.”

“Okay! B as in Bokuto. O as in Okuto. K as in Kuto…“

You shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose.

(II.)

bok:

hey……………..

ahaha

[image]

The image showed Bokuto’s most recent calculus quiz, tear-stained and appearing as if it was crumpled up but then flattened back out out of guilt. A red 7/100 was marked at the top.

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

ok

i am available after school tomorrow

we can meet up at the library if that’s ok

bok:

YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks [y/n] :p

(ii.)

Bokuto was certain now as he stared aimlessly out the window that the universe was against him in some way and that time had purposely slowed down just to spite him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for your help — he couldn’t be more appreciative of the fact that you were taking the time out of your day to tutor him despite the two of you being strangers until recently — but after just an hour and a half of going over notes and countless practice worksheets, he was ready to stop, drop, and roll into bed.

Even Akaashi, as monotonous as he was, wasn’t this bad during tutoring. Plus, his sessions were biweekly, whereas and Bokuto had agreed on twice a week: Wednesdays and Fridays. This was only the third tutoring session with you.

“Hey,” your voice cut through his thoughts, and with a start, he realised you’d finally returned from your brief excursion to the restroom, “did you finish the homework?”

Like a giraffe or a particularly nosy next-door neighbour, you craned your neck over the table that separated you and the boy with the two-toned hair. With the backs of his ears stained vermillion, Bokuto immediately slammed his folded arms onto the table, shielding the contents of the paper from your line of sight.

“Yes,” he said stiffly. “I am— I did finish. The homework.”

Bokuto was many things. A good liar was not one of them.

You blinked, dumbfounded. “The fuck was that for?”

He roleplayed confusion by inclining his head to the side. His words came out light and airy, sounding as though he’d just sucked in helium. “What ever do you mean?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Perchance.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, no I don’t! I’ve got no clue what you’re saying.”

Your eyebrows pinched together as your eyes flitted between his mock-innocent expression and the worksheet peeking out from underneath his toned forearms, before lunging forward and grabbing onto the piece of paper when he least expected it.

However, Bokuto was a little quicker. With fast reflexes, he pressed down on the paper even more, now using more of his body weight to keep you from taking it away from him. You were suddenly reminded that the guy in front of you was not just some clown who was very bad at both integrals and remembering to bring a pencil, but a better-than-average athlete at the very least.

“The element of surprise,” he stated through a tight-lipped smile, “you’re good at that.”

“Let go,” you commanded, still trying to pry it from his arms.

“Why?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, I need to see it so I can check your answers and see how much progress you’ve made.” You paused for a moment. “And also ‘cause I don’t believe you. You were only on question two when I left, there’s no way you’re done.”

Bokuto gasped with a dramatic drop of his jaw. “After all we’ve been through?!”

He may as well have sounded an airhorn into a microphone, then proceeded to throw the microphone out a window. You rushed to shush him, placing an index finger on your lips with a look of disapproval across your features. “Quiet down. This is a library.”

He stuck his tongue out. “Bossy-pants.”

Your face soured like a pair of wet socks. What kind of playground insult was that?

“I am not,” you told him. “That was a perfectly reasonable request, not just for me but also for the other people around you, who would probably appreciate some peace and quiet around here.”

He laughed in your face. You swore you were going to pop a blood vessel at this rate.

“Wow, you would make a great librarian. Ever thought about working here?” Teasingly, he kicked your foot from under the table.

“Don’t do that.” You physically recoiled at the smug grin that settled on his face. Not knowing how else to retaliate, you settled for a simple, “Shut up,” which really wasn’t any better, but once more, you’d realised that too late after the words fully left your mouth.

“I didn’t say anything!” Bokuto protested.

“I don’t care. Now, let go of the paper.”

“Only if you say pretty please.” He tilted his chin up defiantly in a way that, although perhaps unintentional for the most part, effectively grated on your nerves. You glowered at him, but before you could say anything else, you first heard a faint rip, and after one more particularly harsh tug, you found yourself flung backwards into your chair all of a sudden, which then tipped over and toppled onto the ground along with you.

You winced, feeling the immediate stinging pain subside to a dull ache in your back.

“Oh,” Bokuto said, before tentatively creeping over to you. All humour in his voice and face vanished without a trace. “You okay?”

Your face felt hot, though you weren’t sure if it was from frustration or embarrassment or a secret third thing as you stared up at his hand that was outstretched to you. Ignoring it, you pushed yourself up and then stared down at the paper in your hand— or rather, the half that was still there. The other half laid on the table. Crumpled up.

You sucked in a huge breath of air. Of course, only two out of ten problems on the homework assignment was done, and the rest were left blank. You’d be less upset if he had at least tried. Was he even taking this seriously?

“I think we are done for today.”

(III.)

“Oh, he hates me for sure. I just know it.”

Akaashi couldn’t see the point of this conversation.

“You’re telling me this because…?”

With restrained effort, you whacked the back of his head with a rolled up notebook, yet he barely even appeared fazed, like this was a normal occurrence in your friendship. (It was.)

“‘Cause you’re, like, his best friend in the whole wide world, and I need your advice, dingus,” you complained. “He even introduced himself as Bokuto, a friend of Akaashi Keiji.”

“Of course he did,” Akaashi muttered, somewhat amused by your poorly done impression of his best friend’s voice. He placed a hand on his chin to contemplate. “If you really want to know what I think about you and him, I don’t believe last Friday was as horrible as you think it was. He called me and told me all about it on his way home.”

Suddenly, you grabbed him by the shoulders. Taken aback, he stared up at you with the typical unsettling, blue-eyed gaze, just a little more wide-eyed than usual.

“What did he say?” This was serious business — you had to know.

“Nothing too bad,” he quickly answered, patting your arm as if you were some wild animal to be tamed. “Said you were kind of boring and went through some of the topics too fast, but he appreciated your efforts. He also felt bad for lying to you and for calling you bossy, even though you were— his words, not mine.”

“I am not bossy,” you said haughtily.

Akaashi rolled his eyes, then smiled. “That’s some defense you got there.”

“No, really. He’s totally being dramatic!”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that. Or, even better, you talk to him yourself.”

“No way!” You buried your face into your hands.

“I already told you, Bokuto doesn’t hate you at all. Just… try being a little more understanding next time you see him.” He motioned his hands vaguely, trying to further explain his point. “Nicer, you know? But” — you sensed that what came next would be a big but — “still be yourself. Don’t want you frying your brain over trying to act like someone else. Okay?”

You dismissed his advice with a wave of your hand. Now he sounded too much like a school counsellor for your liking. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

Just as the teacher walked in and Akaashi left to return to his classroom, your phone pinged. You glanced down to see what it was.

No surprise it was a text from Bokuto.

bok:

[image]

failed my calc quiz :(( again :(((

There was a circled 3/100 in red ink in the upper right corner of the paper.

Unable to contain a scoff of disbelief, you weren’t even sure how it was possible. Nonetheless, you began to type out a response, something along the lines of a dry ‘ok’ followed by a specific time for you to meet up, but then Akaashi’s wise words of wisdom rang through your mind.

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

does 5pm this wednesday work for u?! ^-^

Typing that almost physically hurt you, but you persisted regardless like the brave soldier you were.

bok:

??? YEAHHH

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

alright!!!! see u then!!!! :))))

[bok liked your message.]

(iii.)

There was something off about you. Bokuto could tell, though he couldn’t quite place a finger on it.

He thought maybe it was the stress of the upcoming volleyball summer camp that was making him see things he wasn’t actually seeing. Or maybe you had changed up your appearance a bit today. But as he observed you while you were explaining a homework problem he was particularly stuck on, you looked the same. Still you, except… brighter? You looked like you were in a better mood today and, actually, this past week now that he thought about it, recalling your texts.

You were nicer, that’s what it was. Or it was more that you seemed more engaged in today’s tutoring session than you had in all three of the previous ones. From the start, you’d sat down next to him, instead of across from him on the opposite side of the table. You went through each topic much more thoroughly, refusing to move on until he fully understood the material, which you made sure of by asking him questions every now and then. And, he swore, you were even smiling a little whenever he got an answer correct on his own.

It was almost uncanny, he mused to himself.

“What is?”

He snapped back to reality. “Huh?”

“You said something was ‘almost uncanny,’” you told him, eyeing him strangely.

Shit, he had spoken his internal monologue out loud yet again. And he’d been staring at you like a mindless animal for an exceedingly long time now without realising.

“Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Okay.”

Shaking his head at himself, he slouched over the table in an attempt to focus on his homework. After a beat, he scribbled something down, then pursed his lips as he slid his paper over to you, indicating to you that there was one thing he was either stuck on or unsure about. “Is this right?”

Wordlessly, you glanced down at his answer, and after scanning through his work to make sure it wasn’t a thing of luck, you nodded. Bokuto fist-pumped the air, although his ecstasy wasn’t just because he had gotten the answer right yet again (he was currently on a streak of six-in-a-row— the highest yet!). Rather, he found himself looking to you in the corner of his eye with hopes to catch your reaction, and there it was again: both outer edges of your mouth curled to form what he could confidently say was a smile. A small one, but it was there nevertheless.

Then, you did something else, another thing he wasn’t expecting at all: you began to grovel to him for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry for being kind of mean to you,” you mumbled.

Okay. Maybe, that was an exaggeration (a really, really extreme one). But the effect it had on him was still as explosive as if you actually were grovelling at his feet for forgiveness.

“WHAAAAT?”

A scowl made its way to your face for the first time today. “Can you not act so surprised?”

“It’s not acting if I really am surprised,” he said with a defensive tone, placing a hand on his chest. “Plus, I’d never lie to you like that… except maybe that one time. Sorry.”

“I don’t think you need to apologise for that. You weren’t very convincing anyway.”

“What do you mean? I totally had you fooled!”

“You did not.”

“I did!” Somewhere else in the library, the librarian shushed the both of you, sending weak glares in your direction. Mindful of their warning, Bokuto quieted to a stage-whisper. “If that paper hadn’t ripped, you would’ve never found out the truth.”

“Ha! In your dreams, yeah.” You rolled your eyes before begrudgingly admitting, “But while we’re still on the topic of apologies, I guess I am also sorry for being kind of overbearing. I will work on that bad habit in the future.”

“Kind of?” he echoed. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. “You sure?”

“Yes.” You shot him a glare, and he put his hands up in mock-defense.

“Hey, hey, hey, I was just asking. I forgive you and all. But for the record,” Bokuto grinned, sharp canines poking out a bit, “I like that about you anyways.”

(IV.)

bokuto:

FAILED AGAIN

BUT!!!!!!

[image]

46!!!!!! DOUBLE DIGITS!!!!!!

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

revolutionary

see u tomorrow

bokuto:

CAN’T WAIT :D

(iv.)

Bokuto was dreading this next exam. It was a big one, for sure, as it was the last opportunity he had to raise his currently failing grade up to passing standard before summer break, which was slowly yet surely inching its way toward the present. With the volleyball summer camp just a week and a half away, his odds weren’t looking very high, and he wasn’t sure if even yours and Akaashi’s combined tutoring efforts would be able to save him.

“I can’t do this.” He dropped his pencil on the table and groaned in frustration, leaning back in his chair with a dejected expression directed toward the ceiling. Nothing was making sense anymore. “Can you please open the window?”

Puzzled, you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why? Do you need some fresh air?”

“No, I’m gonna stick my big, stupid head out the window, and then you can do me a favour and close it.”

“Oh! Okay.”

Logically, you decided not to do that. Instead, you grabbed one of the soft-cover workbooks laid across the table, rolled it up as Bokuto watched you curiously, and—

Thwack!

Rubbing the back of his head, Bokuto sat up straight. If you placed his back and a ruler next to each other, you wouldn’t know the difference. “What’d you do that for?”

“Did that hurt?”

“Not really.” His gaze averted between you and the book and then you again and the book again, bewildered. “But what’d you do that for? Fun?”

“No, it was because you sound totally lame right now and it’s pissing me off. Get a fucking grip on yourself. You’re not stupid, so don’t say that you are. You’re gonna ace this test and you’re gonna ace whatever sports thing you got coming up.”

“Volleyball summer camp,” he said wistfully. There were stars sparkling in his eyes now, a stark contrast to his lifeless look seconds prior, leading you to believe that you’ll have a chance at becoming a motivational speaker or something of the like in the near future.

“Yeah, that. You— you can do this. You got this. Go you or whatever.” Yeah, scratch that option. Suddenly feeling awkward, you grimaced. Maybe it was time you just stop talking. “Never mind. Keep studying.”

“Okay.” He picked up the pencil but not before sparing you one last glance and blinking rapidly for a few seconds, wondering if he was seeing things when pink hearts started to hover around your face with a dream-like, white vignette and a romantic tune began flooding his ears. “Yeah, I think I am gonna ace this test.”

(V.)

“They whacked me with a book, Akaashi.”

Akaashi couldn’t see the point of this conversation. He tended to feel that way a lot, actually, but it was a phenomenon occurring more than usual as of lately, and he had a feeling it had something to do with two of his friends spending more time with each other over these past couple of weeks. Huh, he wondered why.

“Yeah, they do that,” he said, turning the page as his eyes glided over the words. This was like a kindergartener tattling to their teacher about something a classmate did to offend them, at least in the eyes of Akaashi. Certainly, he felt like an under-compensated, stressed-out adult at the moment.

“So how do you not fall in love every time?”

Akaashi froze. Was he hearing things right?

Before he could process his upperclassman’s words, however, a sense of déjà vu washed over him as Bokuto grabbed him by the shoulders all of a sudden, donning a serious look now.

“I’m going to ask you one thing. A favour as one of my best friends in the whole wide world.”

He shut the book he was reading and set it to the side, seeing how important this seemed to Bokuto. “Okay. What is it?”

“Don’t tell [Y/n] I passed my exam. They have to think that I failed.”

With an arch in one of his eyebrows, Akaashi attempted to not sound so shocked. “You passed your test?”

“I did. 72 out of 100!” A wide grin spread across Bokuto’s face.

“That’s great news,” Akaashi replied. “Why wouldn’t you want [Y/n] to know about that? Surely, they’d be happy for you.”

“Because. If they find out I did well on my test, then that means I won’t need their help anymore and I won’t get to spend time with them anymore. And I don’t want that to happen ‘cause I like spending time with them.”

Oh, jeez. “That’s not that how that works.”

“Okay, Mr. Smart Guy, tell me how it works then.”

“No.” Akaashi reopened his book as if to seem disinterested in the topic at hand, even though he actually was and he wasn’t really reading at all by this point. “Just ask them to hang out instead asking me to lie to their face on your behalf.”

“I’m not asking you to lie, I’m just. Well. I don’t know,” Bokuto finally admitted sheepishly, fiddling with the end of his sleeve as he pouted. After several moments of well-needed silence, he pondered out loud, “Should I text them?”

“Yes.”

Pulling out his phone from his pocket, Bokuto smiled. “You’re a great friend, Akaashi. Thanks for the advice!”

bokuto:

hey! let’s hang out this weekend!!!!

i meannnnnn at the library

at our usual time not the weekend ahahah

sorry

typo

that first text was a typo

[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor:

you failed your test?

bokuto:

yYeahhhhhh

[[y/n] the super nice super cool tutor reacted ‘?’ to your message.]

(v.)

“You seem.” You observed his face suspiciously as you pulled out a notebook from your backpack. “Happy.”

“Aren’t I always happy?” For proof, he gave you the largest smile you’d ever seen in your life and leaned in close until your noses were touching. “See? This is my resting face like all the time.”

With how close he was, you settled on staring at a faint freckle above his left eyebrow, hoping that didn’t make you look cross-eyed. “Yeah, you’re just a bundle of joy. But I assumed you would be a little down considering you recently failed not just a quiz but a big exam. You won’t be able to go to that summer camp. Wasn’t that the whole point of me tutoring you?”

He shrugged, pulling himself away. “Life happens. Things happen. But I am a changed man, and I will no longer let such minister things disappoint me.”

“Minuscule things.”

“I said that. Mini-stool.”

You shook your head. Some things, you’d learned, were better to just leave as is.

But then there was a certain point where you couldn’t just not pester him about it. That point came after noticing he was answering all your questions right and breezing through the review sheets with ease. You couldn’t understand how he had failed his last exam when he was doing so well right now, same topics and everything.

A frown seeped into your expression as you stared at his work. “You… you already know everything. What if your teacher graded your test wrong? Or misplaced it with someone else’s. Because there’s no way you—”

“No, I don’t think so,” he interrupted you with a nervous laugh, sounding strained while looking everywhere but you. You side-eyed him upon being interrupted but continuing doing so as he wasn’t really acting like his usual self, as much as he wanted to insist otherwise. Weird. “I bombed that test. Trust me. Maybe you’re just my lucky charm or something.”

“What.”

He ignored your skepticism, seemingly too caught up in his head. “Maybe you should spend time with me more often so then maybe your luck can rub off on me. Maybe you should start coming to my volleyball practices. Maybe we should start hanging out over the weekends. Summer break is almost here, maybe we—“

“Bokuto Kōtarō.”

He glanced over at you — crossing your arms over your chest and clearly not believing him — and immediately threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “Okay, I lied. I passed with a 72%.”

“I figured.”

“You knew all along?!”

“No. But I could tell you weren’t telling the truth ‘cause you’re a horrible liar,” you explained as he pouted. “It gives me second-hand embarrassment seeing you look all constipated like that whenever you try to lie. Please never do that again.”

“I’m sorry. I just thought you wouldn’t wanna tutor me anymore if I told you,” he admitted. “I like hanging out with you, even if it’s just to do schoolwork. I don’t want that to end since we never really talk outside of these tutoring sessions.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you said definitively.

“So cruel of you to say only that after I poured my heart out to you!”

Despite you hovering a hand over your mouth to conceal it, your laughter still saturated the air; Bokuto took in every ounce.

“I wouldn’t toss you to the curb like that,” you reassured him. “These tutoring sessions can continue until we graduate for all I care. And if you want, over summer break whenever you’re free, we can go to the movies or a café or wherever, really.”

He perked up at this. “Really?”

“Really.” You picked at the dead skin around your fingernails offhandedly. “And honestly? I like spending time with you, too, so it doesn’t matter what it is that we do. You are paying, though, if we go to a place that wants our money, since you promised to pay me back when you first asked me to tutor you.”

Bokuto was okay with that. Your presence alone was enough to make him feel over the moon like a billionaire anyway.

[kairismess]

i'll try my best for you. – college!bokuto x gn!honors student!reader

it was never a surprise that kotaro bokuto isn't the best student out there. he had scored pretty low on... most, if not all, the exams, and was on the brink of failing this semester. you didn't know what that problem was like, it felt like a completely different universe for you to receive anything that bad–you couldn't let yourself fall behind, it wasn't in your nature. your professors noticed your drive and enthusiasm for studying, and out of pity and desperation, they offered you extra credit to teach the "lost cause" that was this eccentric fellow, who... was rubbing an open book on his head. "...what are you doing?" "shh... i'm soaking up the knowledge. kuroo told me this is how he studies, and he gets such high grades!" you sighed as you pulled up a chair and sat next to him. you lifted the book off his head and noticed his pretty, coffee-colored eyes with dark yellow, honey undertones to them. he smiled up at you, practically beaming; hints of pink on his cheeks glowed, making you a little warm in the face, yourself. overtime, you both had grown accustomed to each other–even though you both had your misunderstandings and spats at times–bokuto sincerely meant well and wanted to do better at school. not for himself, but rather, for the one who's put all this effort to teach him and help him get better: you.

even on days off, you'd sometimes see bokuto studying at the library, which unsettled you a bit because the sight was... a bit uncanny, a bit worrisome. but when you'd hear bokuto scream out his signature, "hey, hey, hey!" in the once quiet and peaceful room–beibg subsequently shushed by the librarian who gave him a nasty look–bokuto shied back behind his books and smiled to himself all giddy. "hey, hey, hey!" he whispered to himself, finally understanding the topic you nearly lost all patience teaching him. after a week of catching bokuto studying without him knowing, it seemed like he was already a little advanced, and very well-read on the topics you were tutoring him about.

he chuckled when you praised him, pushing back the fake glasses he bought to look smarter on his face, smirking at you. "that's because i have such a wonderful tutor..." he buttered you up, smiling widely. "or, maybe because... you spent more time and effort on your studies, even without me?" you asked him with a knowing grin, making bokuto sweat a bit, thinking you might've found out already his secret. he cleared his throat and looked away from you, whistling and denying your allegations. "why do your eyes have slight bags underneath them?" "i-i... got into using makeup recently!" "makeup...?" "y-yeah! akaashi does... eyeliner for me, it's really... really pretty on me, no?!" he asks you with a trembling smile that faked confidence.

you could clearly see through him, but you didn't mind letting him indulge in him making you feel like the best tutor the world had to offer him, and in a sense, you were. it wasn't because of how well you taught him or how high his marks were after teaching him, it was because... he now does his best, even when it seems impossible to do, because he knows you'd be proud of him if he did better than before, even by just the tiniest bit. nothing would make him any happier than you feeling proud of him, of yourself, for teaching him; because when he saw you smile at his little coverup... he noticed a brightness in them that he only witnessed just now. you were proud of him, even if you didn't say it–and he... felt over the moon when you congratulated him for his passing scores, he screamed again in excitement and joy in the library, making the librarian shush him again–their eyes shooting daggers at him.

"i promise you," he whispered as he leaned closer to your ear, grinning from ear-to-ear, a gleeful mess, "i'll do my very best, always. these exams won't be that scary this time around... and that's because i'll try my best, better than the best... i'll try my best for you." he finished with a blush and a smile on his face, unable to contain his excitement. you were going to correct him on his grammar with that 'better' and 'best' declaration, but you decided to let bokuto express just how dedicated he is to making you proud of him–to give your efforts meaning. "well... good luck, bokuto." you told him with a smile, making bokuto freeze up and his heart momentarily skipping a beat, and suddenly thrumming in his chest that he felt it could leap out of his chest any minute now. "y-you bet! bring it on, exams! i don't fear you!" he screamed in the library, with you trying to quiet him down as the librarian was about to throw a book at him to sit him down and silence him. oh, this boy... he had a way of making you feel like the smartest person in the world. to him, of course you were–but to know he was doing his best for you... it made your heart patter a bit. it was a good feeling, though a little strange; maybe this feeling would be... a little more than just that, only time will tell.

[hotvinimon]

Reward

Akaashi Keiji x reader

A/N : Akaashi is oblivious. Reader wants more. Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language.

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Akaashi was really smart, ended up being your last resort as a tutor, thanks to your dismal relationship with physics.

You found yourself in the library, with your oh-so-beloved boyfriend as your tutor. Instead of cracking down on physics, you were busy examining every angle of him while a pencil hung precariously between your nose and upper lip.

Suddenly, a booming call of your name rudely jolted you from your daydreams, and there was Akaashi, giving you a worried look.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? Did you even hear what I said?"

You mumbled, "Y-Yeah, yeah," in a feeble attempt to pretend like you were paying attention.

"Teaching you physics is like trying to stop Bokuto from playing volleyball." Akaashi sighed.

You snapped back, "But that's impossible!"

"Exactly," Akaashi snickered.

It took you a hot minute to catch his drift. "YAAHH!!! That's just mean," you pouted.

Akaashi sighed, "Alright, alright, sweet pea. If you can solve this problem, I'll reward you."

"Really?" You perked up. Now that he finally had your attention on the work, he won't let it go waste.

"Bingo," Akaashi confirmed.

After 17 minutes and 36 seconds (not that you were counting), you proudly showed your completed work to Akaashi.

"Kei, it's done. Where's my reward?" You leaned in closer.

Akaashi smirked. "At least let me check if you did it correctly."

To Akaashi's shock, the solution was spot on. You couldn't resist your triumphant "My reward, Keiji..."

Akaashi chuckled and leaned in a bit. Your cheeks turned as red as a tomato, and you leaned in closer too.

He handed you a candy and said, "Here, a candy for you."

You stared at his hand and then back at his face. "This isn't what I wanted," you declared.

Akaashi looked puzzled. "What do you want, then?"

You stuttered, "Well...um, something more."

It took Akaashi a moment, but then it hit him.

"Oh..."

"Yeah," you blushed.

Akaashi fumbled for another candy and handed it to you.

Maybe he wasn't that smart after all.

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[stars-tonight]

rating haikyū!! characters based on how much I'd like to date them

slowly starting to realize that I'm the problem. . .

hinata shōyō: 5/10

I'm like 5'3 which is SHORTER than hinata so ig it could serve as an ego boost for him

no but how would we ever reach anything on the top shelf 😭

although I guess he could just jump for it??

very high-energy all the time and I honestly don't think I'd be able to keep up with him

kageyama tobio: 8/10

jeez idk on this one

we'd either get along really well or he'd hate my guts

like hey, you're socially awkward, I'm socially anxious

he's too good at volleyball and it'd make me feel inferior

if he's not motivated to learn English idk how this is gonna work

running around in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other 🥺

tsukishima kei: 8/10

I feel like hanging mirrors would be a big problem

he's a whole foot taller than me

I like the low energy vibes and the appreciation for music though

like imagine walks together where we share playlists with each other??

hopefully his saltiness and intelligence can rub off on me

nishinoya yū: 4.5/10

he's shorter than me help 😭

the top shelf would never get used

a little too energetic for me

although I would LOVE to learn the Rolling Thunder

he's kind of a wanderer and I think I’d prefer stability especially later in life

probably would not work out

sugawara kōshi: 8/10

baking dates??

I feel like he'd be so sweet and attentive as a partner

a bit of a troll which I need in my life

hopefully he doesn't lecture me cause I'm a sensitive little sh--

oikawa tōru: 10/10

I'll let myself be self-indulgent here because I love him too much

I just want to hug him and tell him he's worked hard and he's done so well

I have trouble with words but I feel like with him they'd just flow so easily

vulnerability is beautiful and I'd be so honored if he could be himself around me

amusement park dates!! I feel like he’d pretend to be all cool but shriek so loud when we get to the top

kozume kenma: 9/10

we're both extra introverted so I feel like we could just hang out in his room while he plays games and I read and be perfectly content

writing love notes and leaving them for each other throughout the house 🥺

hear me out, escape room dates??

but also how would either of us be able to get along in society

we'd stay up until 5 am together 😭

on second thought maybe we're a little TOO similar for a romantic relationship. . .

kuroo tetsurō: 8/10

also almost too tall

can he tutor me in chemistry 😭

I know he likes dogs but I’m dragging him with me to cat cafes

ushijima wakatoshi: 7.5/10

also really tall

I'm lowkey scared of him

I feel like he'd be a really traditional and calm partner, both qualities that I appreciate

I think he's like formal but also private when it comes to dates

I just feel like I'd always have to take the initiative and honestly I get really lazy and shouldn't be trusted to plan anything so maybe we just wouldn't end up going on any dates lmao

probably wouldn't work out if I'm gonna be honest

akaashi keiji: 10/10

this guy is boyfriend material

he can memorize all 37 of my weaknesses

I don’t think I have to explain why this guy would be great as a partner

book store dates!!

bokuto kōtarō: 5/10

also too energetic for me

bokuto deserves someone patient and cheerful and I am neither

I'm pretty stoic and have an RBF so if he's in emo mode idk how I'd be able to cheer him up

but I think life would never be boring with him around

miya atsumu: 7.5/10

I like atsumu well enough but I'm honestly super neutral about dating him

like I feel like it could work but there's also people I’d click with more

idk there's really no thoughts in my brain when I think about him in a romantic way

miya osamu: 7/10

I'm a REALLY picky eater so I could never go on food dates or help him with his restaurant

although he IS a little calmer than his brother

also like atsumu, someone that I never thought about dating

suna rintarō: 8.5/10

I think he’s a good height (in between ‘the high shelf would never be used’ and ‘the mirror is problematic’)

he's a phone addict, I'm a phone addict, we'd get along splendidly

I feel like a relationship with him would be pretty chill and lowkey

I don't do well with fancy and formal so that's perfect

late-night stargazing 🥺

kita shinsuke: 7/10

dude I'd be lowkey scared of him

he's just so productive?? and structured in his daily life

like I wish I was that organized but no I'll be staying up until 4 or 5 am on school nights just wasting my life away

I'm too much of a wreck for him

kita deserves better ☠️

sakusa kiyoomi 7.5/10

hmm

I'm a clean freak about some things but also horrendously messy about others so I don't even think he'd like me

isn't he also really tall

why does he not feel tall 😭

like with tsukishima and kuroo you FEEL like they're tall while with suna and sakusa you just know they're tall because the wiki tells you

in my mind sakusa is like 5'9 lmao

hoshiumi kōrai: 7/10

same deal as with hinata and nishinoya

he's a little too short for us to live a practical life

no thoughts about him romantically either

hirugami sachirō: 7.5/10

unfortunately I don't know much about him

but he's going to be a vet!! and I love animals

we will definitely raise cats

[sugawarassoulmate]

not nut november - nov 04/nov 05

after the first few days, they were feeling great. then the weekend came.

tutor!akaashi & shitty bf!daishou

word count: 423 & 290

cw: fem!reader, bimbo!reader, unprotected sex, cheating/infidelity, choking, minors dni

tutor!akaashi

who even does studying on a saturday night? akaashi does, which means you have to too

you're in one of the study rooms at the campus library, which feels a little redundant since it's practically abandoned on a saturday night

"what act and scene is this line from?" akaashi asks, cooly. he's been quizzing you on king lear for the past three hours, making sure you knew could identify the passages for your midterm

"act three, scene two?" you guess but akaashi's eyes already tell you that you're wrong. "ugh, can we take a break, keiji? my brain is turning to mush!"

akaashi would argue that your brain was mush to begin with but there's no use continuing when you've already given up

there was one way he could motivate you to keep studying — it was for your own good really, you weren't smart enough to pass this exam just by winging it

but he remembers the bet he made with his friends earlier this week something about not having sex during the whole month. it was stupid but he knew he'd never hear the end of it from bokuto if he lost

akaashi supposes he could just eat you out while you study but nothing does the trick more than making you sit on his cock, making you read out his notes while you bounce in his lap...

it's not long before akaashi has you bent over the desk, skirt flipped up and panties pushed to the side. "come on, don't just think with your pussy, recite the line for me," he says, pulling you by the hair

"ahhh, 'when thou dost ask me blessing, i'll'—fuck, keiji!" you cry when he pulls out only to slam back into you.

a slap to your ass is what brings you back to reality. "'i'll...i'll kneel down and ask of thee forgiveness' uhhh, act five, scene three?" you answered, crying when akaashi's fingers circle your clit.

"look at that, she's finally using her little brain," akaashi coos, snapping his hips harder into you. "read the next one." he says, knowing this is the only way you'll pass

he can say it's for your benefit as much as he wants to but akaashi is just as guilty of thinking with his crotch, maybe even more so

akaashi only lets you cum when you've gone through all of the study guide and he rewards you by spilling his seed deep inside your womb and walking you to your dorm with his cum running down your leg

shitty bf!daishou

saturdays are meant for your girlfriend. taking her on dates and watching shows with her

but it's not saturday and you're not daishou's girlfriend, which is why he's technically not breaking any no nut november rules right now

his friends explicitly said that fucking your girl was off limits for the entire month

which is why he turned to you the first chance he got

"sugu!" the two of you barely made it past your door, with daishou pouncing on you the second he shut it behind him

now he's got you spread out on your floor, a hand wrapped around your throat

"shhh, i know, babe," he whispers, pace never letting up as he abuses your cunt. "you're gonna take all my cum this month, yeah? be my fuckin' cum dump?"

it's so sick and your heart breaks for mika, completely unaware that her boyfriend is balls deep in someone else—someone she calls a friend

but you nod anyway because for an entire month daishou's body will belong to you

mika will have to wonder about the faint smell of your perfume on his clothes, wondering why it smells so familiar

it's pathetic and cruel and so unlike you but it's what you want more than anything

"yes, yes, sugu! i want your cum," you gasp, nails running down his back "i'll take all of it, just give it to me, please!"

and daishou just loves the desperation, grunting a quick "that's my girl," before fucking you harder than ever

and as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you feel the warmth of daishou's cum flooding your cunt, all that goes through your head is his voice saying "that's my girl," over and over

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[sleepyomi]

quality time with the hq!! boys

a/n: hellloooo and welcome back to the love language series! other parts can be found in the series masterlist, physical touch was at 450 words and counting??? like holy shit y’all and then acts of service is like 2 away from 200. I’m literally blown away so here’s quality time!

up next is words of affirmation!

akaashi —

cafe dates, going to a new bookstore together, studying for an upcoming exam at the library. any miscellaneous task he could complete by himself is improved when he has you by his side. if you’re a more extroverted person, he’s happy to go with you to the park, or a game, but loves the tiny moments in between when you’re having dinner together or walking hand in hand after school.

kunimi —

loves to walk with you whether it’s because there is somewhere to be or just to enjoy each others company. to school, from school, after practice, before practice, early morning or late at night, he enjoys your presence. nap dates are a must. he enjoys getting snacks with you after school when he doesn’t have practice and going back to his place together after games even though he’s exhausted. loves getting a meal with you if he can during the weekends, but if not it’s cool! he’s literally just down to do whatever with you.

lev —

your own personal leech. he just always wants to be around you. will understand if you need your space, but if you don’t then expect him there. loves to train with you, and do your homework together even if it’s you tutoring him. he once jokingly only replied to you for a day in Russian after you scolded him for cursing and it became a thing. he started teaching you it as a joke but now loves the way he can speak with you in either language. likes to go to games together whether it be one he’s playing in or another teams. invites you over for family dinners, especially once you’re more fluent and is starry eyed the whole night watching you converse with his loved ones.

semi —

generally just LOVES being around you. likes to sit beside you at lunch even if it cuts down his lunch time to go find your class. always uses studying or homework as an excuse to spend extra time with you. calls even when your both busy or having a rough day and won’t say anything but just be there in silent support. will always FaceTime when he isnt with you and before a game. studying with you is one of his favorite pastimes, and he’s typically more productive during it as he always ends up thinking of what you guys could do together afterwards making him work quickly. like I said, just generally loves hanging out with you, no matter what, when, where, why, or how. he’s down.

hanamaki —

your built in best friend, whether it be teasing oikawa at lunch together, gaming on the weekends, or taking naps together after practice he is all for it. will take any and every excuse to hang out with you. he has to run an errand? suddenly a two person job. you came over to study? well that was exhausting so now you both just have to take a nap and YIKES that took a long time so I guess you need to stay for dinner too. will then walk you back home after. he’s both super low key about it and not, literally loves having you around. makes long days spent together seem like an accident due to bad planning, but it’s actually the opposite which you figure out quickly after the sixth time it’s happened.

do not copy, claim, or repost my works as per @sleepyomi

[keitea]

haikyuu guys as the types of study partners

[note: cw!swearing other than that nothing else! this is a little self-indulgent (yet again) AHAHA studying for long hours really exhausts the shit out of me and sometimes my breaks are too long :( but to students out there, always prioritise your health and well-being first!]

[note 2: i wrote this months ago while studying for finals and forgot about it ㅠㅠ but i'll post it anyway hehe enjoy~]

— miya twins

you should just run away at this point

naur i'm joking

anyways they're probably not so clueless that you'll have to teach them everything

it does help that they're twins, because mfs will compete over everything

that includes grades

imagine you're tutoring them in chemistry and they don't understand anything in the first lesson

you kinda blow it off because you understand that it's difficult to process organic chemistry in a day (i fucking love organic chem)

however in the next lesson they show up with their worksheets done and they bombard you with questions

needless to say it makes your job a lot easier

bonus: they always bet on how many bowls of ramen the loser would buy. let's just say they've had their fair share of suffering for a month :)

"okay 'tsumu, how much did you get?" he raises his paper proudly, displaying the 73/100 grade for chemistry. "hAH! ONE MARK HIGHER YA DUMBASS!" osamu starts cheering, rubbing his victory into atsumu's face.

you mentally facepalm at the sight in front of you, silently begging for kita to show up.

"need help?" suna pops out of nowhere, eyeing the twins with a grin on his face.

"not the person i was expecting but go ahead."

— akaashi keiji

helps but you can tell he’s done with you at times

he knows math isn't easy (i throw myself off a cliff everytime i do a math paper i hate it here)

it's hard for you to process anything related to math, and you often have to dedicate hours after hours just to get a decent grade

that alone is time-consuming and a very dreaded period of time

mainly because you struggle to understand shit and you're just demoralised and unmotivated

keiji has noticed this for a while and offers to help!

at first he's quite understanding with how much more effort you need to put in, but as time passes and exams are around the corner, he gets more stressed because you're panicking and still don't get anything

(when i say this is self-indulgent, i'm projecting my own suffering here)

BUT you two eventually work things out smoothly and yall got the grades you wanted :) until his history paper got a little messed up and you offered to help him out :)

and then you experience how he probably felt when he was teaching you math

"keiji, just think that britain and france were not it." he furrows his eyebrows and stares at you. "but why?"

you try not to sigh in exasperation, but you've repeated yourself for the nth time and it isn't processing in his head. you could practically hear the gears in his brain try to shift.

you have to thank him for teaching you math.

".. y'know sometimes you don't have to know everything," there's a pause and you know keiji was just waiting ".. well it's because they prioritised their national interests and because WW1 fucked up their economy??"

"…" "is your brain too overloaded with soviet union's history?"

"clearly," and this makes you both laugh painfully.

[aaesuki]

you’re the best part

characters: hinata shoyo, bokuto koutaro, miya osamu, akaashi keiji, oikawa tooru

genre: headcanons, fluff, american high school au

cw/tw: none

summary: you transfer to a new school, thinking you’d continue your average life until your local high school heartthrobs take an interest in you.

Y/N: Loser

Now, you’re not actually a loser

You’re a new student so you’re automatically placed into the loser category until further notice

However, at your previous school, you were categorized as a nerd because you joined the mathletes

You don’t think it’ll be any different at your new school, but several boys take interest in you

Hinata Shoyo: Loser

When you first met him, he definitely looked like a jock

He was bouncing off the walls just waiting to see the gym the volleyball team played in

He asked to exchange numbers when he realized you were a fellow new student at the principal’s office

He would occasionally check up on you through text

Unsurprisingly, his enthusiastic personality endears him to many people and before you know it, he looks like he’s been going to this school for years

Still, he doesn’t forget what you’ve done for him and always includes you in school festivals or parties

At the beginning of the school year, he would beg you to tutor him (not that your grades were particularly great)

Because you’ve been his house so many times through your study sessions, his sister has gotten familiar with you

He asked you to help him practice volleyball before the auditions

Still, you knew that he had friends that are much more athletic than you are

“Why do I ask you to practice with me? Because I like to spend time with you!”

Bokuto Koutaro: Jock

Unlike how jocks are usually portrayed in media, Bokuto is incredibly nice and caring

You accidentally bumped into him on your first day, but he just laughed it off

Upon noticing you looked a little lost, he led you to the principal’s office

Also exchanged numbers with you so you could text him when you had questions

However, when you did ask him something, he would always reply with “I don’t know” or “I’ll ask my friend”

He would ask you to go see his volleyball games and though you would always have a lot of homework, you would go anyways because you couldn’t stand his puppy eyes

He walks you home afterwards and consequently meets your parents

Needless to say, they love him

Definitely calls you pet names

Just like Hinata, everyone loves him because of his bright personality so he has a lot of connections

Though he doesn’t know much about classes and teachers, he does know where the best place to get food is

He’s the type of person that has a good future ahead of him

Falls in love with you at first sight and tells you so after five weeks of knowing him

Though you would like to stick around, your people and his people just don’t mix

When you tell him that, he shakes his head resolutely

“No matter what you say, nothing will change the fact that I like you.”

Miya Osamu: Jock, Nerd

Sure, he’s a nerd but not in the traditional sense

He’s the president, founder, and one of two members of the cooking club

Therefore, when he begs you to join the club (or else it’ll be shut down) you have to agree

Plus, he’s been bribing you with onigiri

Though you certainly weren’t bad at cooking, you weren’t exactly a master chef either

So, Osamu had to teach you the basics of cooking

On a Wednesday afternoon, the club (or it’s only three members) were making spam musubi

Seeing that you were struggling with cutting up the spam, Osamu wrapped his arms around you to lead you through it

However, with his well-toned body pressing up your back and his warm hands caressing your own, you couldn’t focus on anything else

And as such, you need help every time when handling a knife which also results in him helping you and the cycle repeats

Even though you’d expect to have his fill of cooking during club meetings, he still makes little treats at home and always somehow ends up with extras

He would give them to you and soon enough, would invite you to each lunch with him and his friends

Embarrassingly, he feeds you with his own chopsticks and his friends tease the two of you for looking like a pair of newlyweds

“Oh, these? Yeah, I made extra. You can have some if you want it. Here, let me feed you.”

Akaashi Keiji: Nerd, Jock

He works in the library during his free period

The friend that Bokuto always asks when he doesn’t know the answer to your question

The first time you saw him was when you were trying to find a book for your class

After ten minutes of failing, you approached him at the counter

He smiled up at you and you swore your heart skipped a beat

He’s the quiet type of beauty – the type that doesn’t stand out initially but once you spend more time with him, you’re sure to fall in love with him

He noticed the book you wanted to borrow was the same one that he had on him at the time and offered to lend it to you or read it with you

So thus began your weekly trips to the library where you spent two hours reading with an incredibly handsome guy

When you don’t understand a part of the book, he explains it nicely and patiently

When you were drifting off, he could only gaze at you, admiring your sleepy face

After the two of you finished the book required for class, he recommends shoujo manga to you and subtly but not-so-subtly points out the romantic parts

When you found out he played volleyball, you were incredibly surprised

He looks so soft and smart that he didn’t look like the type to take an interest in sports

Out of courtesy (and as thanks for lending you the book), you go to visit him at one of his games

However, since you know every other guy on the volleyball team, they think you’re here for them until Akaashi speaks up

“You’re here for me, right? Thanks for putting up with me and my manga. If you don’t mind, could we meet more often?”

Oikawa Tooru: Jock, Prep, Not-so-nerdy Nerd

Ah yes, everyone’s campus crush

Everyone loves him and that includes teachers and the parents of the students

He’s athletic, beautiful, and smart so naturally everyone wants him

Well, ever since you became aware of his existence, you’ve avoided him and all the drama that came with knowing him to continue your very average and peaceful life

One day when you were cleaning up the volleyballs after practicing with Hinata, he spotted you outside of the gym

He assumed you were one of his fans and gave you an air kiss

When you crossed your arms in an X to tell him that you weren’t a fan, he was extremely confused

After all, what else would a person hanging outside of the gym want if not to watch their most popular member?

Then, he suddenly remembers that the volleyball club had recently put up posters looking for manager

However, most applicants had been rejected since they only joined to get closer to the boys

Mistakenly assuming you wanted to become a manager, he introduced you to his coach and his coach agreed without even looking at you

And because you became the manager of the popular volleyball team, you became the enemy of envious fans

Oikawa started following you everywhere and asked for backrubs, massages, and whatnot (to his fans’ jealously)

Traditionally on Valentine’s Day, Oikawa accepts all his fans’ chocolates out of politeness and fanservice

However, this Valentine’s Day, a rumor started circulating

Oikawa hasn’t accepted anyone’s chocolates and is supposedly waiting for a special person’s chocolates

Is extremely disappointed when you tell him you weren’t planning on giving anyone chocolates

He then tells you that you can make up for it by treating him to the café near the park (but he makes it sound like you owe him)

“Why would I want other people’s chocolates? The only ones I want are yours. You’re special to me, y’know?”

[flowerstardrops]

HAIKYUU BOYS HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

CHARACTERS: akaashi keiji & kita shinsuke

these are my take on how they would act if they have a crush. again, they are based on what i think, taking into consideration how they act in the anime and manga.

( part ii. tsukishima kei & kenma )

( part iii. suna rintarō & kuroo tetsurō )

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AKAASHI KEIJI

He isn’t necessarily good at expressing the more “vulnerable” parts of himself, and that includes his deep-rooted feelings for another person. Be it consciously or subconsciously, for the most part, he generally acts the same as he usually is.

But when he has a crush, there is a significant change within himself, though only he would notice.

He finds his eyes drawing back to you even during class, but he’d immediately berate himself for unintentionally doing so. Thus, he’d instantly get back to doing his work or paying attention to the teacher.

Would sometimes find himself being in the same place as you are. Oh, you’re in the cafeteria? He’s probably there, just a few tables away from you instead of staying in the classroom. You’re by the vending machines? He’d probably be by the water fountain that is just close to it. There’s a subconscious feeling of wanting to be in your presence most of the time.

Once he musters up the courage to talk to you, he’ll most likely just stay cool on the outside. On the inside, his heart’s probably speeding up while thinking up a variety of different topics that would be safe enough to talk with you. He’d think up a topic that he thinks has the highest possibility of starting up a decent and insightful conversation, considering your interests.

Overall, he’s pretty chill about it and you probably wouldn’t even have a single clue about it. He’s very good at hiding things. I mean come on guys, this is Akaashi. He’s cool as a cucumber.

KITA SHINSUKE

Another cool cucumber.

Once the realization dawns up to him, he most likely just allows the feeling to reside inside of him. He doesn’t deny it nor does he think about it so much. Realistically, even when he likes you, he’d always put his studies first and the other things that are essential to him and his growth as an individual (and me thinks that’s hot ngl).

But that doesn’t mean that he likes you any less. In fact, he finds himself wanting to help you out with different things. Among the line of students in his classroom that hypothetically needs help with a subject, the first person that he’d probably think of tutoring or just generally helping out would be you.

He doesn’t laugh a lot around people that he isn’t exactly close to, but if you cracked a joke even if it’s corny, he’d probably smile and breathe out through his nose.

His conversations with you are relatively short and when he talks to you, it’s straight to the point and only talks about things that are necessary as to why he approached you, so it ends rather quickly.

When it comes to appreciating you, he prefers performing acts of service rather than speaking about random things.

Overall, anyone could slightly notice his attraction towards you. I don’t think he’d be the type to actively hide it because he isn’t ashamed of his feelings or embarrassed of it. If ever you don’t like him back, he’d respect that; but if you do, then that’s a win for him.

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© flowerstardrops — do not commit any acts of plagiarism. i do not condone anyone stealing or copying my works, and especially posting these on another platform.

[vroerry]

The best study partners of the haikyuu boys

1st place: Tsukishima Kei!

- if he wasn't so reluctant to help out, he'd be way higher up there

- he has study schedules, plans even a journal where he keeps track of everything

- if you ask him for help in a more polite way than Hinata and Kageyama did, he would be happy to help out

- but in his study times only

- best if the two of you study at his place, that way he can put some lo-fi music in the background

- he has a lot of stationeries, so if you forgot anything at home, he probably has it in the same exact brand

- he helps you make some solid notes, teaches you tips and tricks

- but if you get a bad grade, he is never helping out again

- you need to put in as much effort as he does and that is the least thing you can do

-if you earn a good grade he is going to be so full of himself smh

-cocky bastard is going to brag that he was your tutor

2nd place: Akaashi Keiji!

- now now, he used to be organised just like Tsukki

- but he met Bokuto

- and even though being a year under him he had to help the man out a lot

- so he still has some study plans to follow, but he is far more flexible

- if there is something you have difficulties with, feel free to text him out of the blue

- if he is familiar with the material he is going to explain it to you

- text, voice messages, calls, he has no issues with any of them

- he even sends you his notes

- if you need some more help, he woud sit in a coffee shop and help you over some hot drinks

3rd place: Kuroo Tetsurō!

-science only

-be prepared for learning through jokes

-if you askn him to ditch the science language because it sounds like chinese to you, he will

- but he is going to slowly integrate it back

- he likes his tutoring sessions to stay on school grounds

-but he is down for any place to study, as long as neither of you get distracted

- no plans, no schedules, just studies for what comes up next

- if you have to write a paper, don't come to him

- he will help you write it just before the due date

- if you want to be always well prepared, he is not the option

_ but regardless, his way of explaining things is helpful

- just stay on guard, he might joke the session away:

- you might have to tell him to get back to the topic and help you

- but he is still some solid help

Honorable Mentions:

Kozume Kenma

- he is a smart cookie

- just not social enough to tutor you

- all he can offer is some texts

- if he really likes you he might hop into a call, but no promises

Ushijima Wakatoshi

-he is the type of person who just goes:

-how can you not understand this? It's so simple

-so he just proceeds to give you his notes

- highlights? underlining key words? what is that

- he never heard of that, his notes are just his black pen

[kairismess]

"you deserve the world."

(akaashi keiji birthday fic~) 🎂

[the banners were inspired by @cafekitsune !! made these ones through canva, so they kinda look crappy ^^'' but do go check out their resources if you're interested !!]

akaashi agreed to help you out with your homework, not like he had anything better to do, he said when you asked him if he really was okay with doing it for you. he insisted that you never have to worry so much about your grades, he'd always help you with no strings attached–just ask him for help, and he'd do it, he doesn't need anything in return, let alone a reason why he should help you.

akaashi loved you dearly, it filled his heart with a fuzzy warmth inside every time he'd see your bright smile or watch you fidget in embarrassment from all his help. he didn't want to be dead weight, he didn't want to be idle when you're out here struggling–and that was the tough part about akaashi, it wasn't like he lived his life or did the things he did solely for himself, he always does everything for someone else, in one way or another.

luckily, today, you'd be able to give thanks to akaashi for all the help he's given you, but not just through words. you wanted to repay him for his actions through actions, through the little gift you've prepared for him the night before. when you two got to your room where he'd be teaching you the lessons you were struggling with, you struggled at the moment with keeping a straight face, knowing he was going to get the surprise of his life in a few hours.

"what's so funny?" he asked you in a whisper as he looked up from his glasses. the combination of the boy of your dreams being all smart and sweet by tutoring you, in the sweater you gifted him the previous year, and trying to get your attention in such a gentle manner did something to you–and you leaned over and kissed his lips, with the surprise in your hands behind your back.

the kiss came as a shock to akaashi, because he never expected his shy little lover who was always too meek to compliment him without seeming all-too flustered or to ask him for help with anything without stammering to be so straightforward and kiss him, not that he was complaining.

his cheeks began to darken and his eyes widened, he tried to compose himself, until you spoke, and entranced him into listening to every word that escaped your lovely lips. "...i wanna thank you for everything you've done for me, keiji, and... i wanna let you know how much i love you, how you're the other half i could never believe is mine. i love you, keiji, and... happy birthday, my beloved." you mumbled out, trying to sound confident, but sounding very cute and flustered instead.

you shakily handed him his gift and tried looking him in the eye, only for you to get more embarrassed at the sight of akaashi staring into your eyes, a blush across his cheeks and his lips parting to say something. he wraps his hand around yours and kisses your cheek and earlobe. "you don't have to thank me, dearest... you know i'll never say no to you." he whispered in your ear, kissing your earlobe once more to reiterate his point, feeling your ear and cheeks heat up at the contact.

you hastily leaned against him and tried to shift the attention from you back to his gift. when akaashi unwrapped it, his eyes shone with gratitude; his lips curved into a smile and he chuckled a little at how beautiful your gift was for him. they were a pair of couple bracelets, a charm on each one that perfectly fit the other, forming the shape of a heart. akaashi heard your silent voice asking him if he liked it, and he leaned over, kissing you sweetly.

"...they're perfect, i love them. thank you, my love." he tells you with a happy, content grin. you helped akaashi put his bracelet on, and he helped you with yours; when you two snapped the magnetic charms on together, akaashi smiled a little wider. "just how we should be, together." he mutters as he turns his gaze from the heart shaped charm your bracelets made together to your bashful and beautiful face.

with all thoughts of tutoring and homework gone, akaashi just wanted to cuddle up with you, take you out with him somewhere to celebrate his birthday–because until you came, he never truly felt whole, never felt that bothered to celebrate his birthday, until today, when you've given him a reason to look forward to everyday with a shine in his eyes.

thank you for making his existence feel whole, he can never express just how much he loves you, but even so, he's glad you love him all the same.