#yachi x reader fluff

[kissatsumu]

OMFGGG I LOVE YOUR WRITTTING SM could you possibly write timeskip osamu, atsumu and kuroo dating a female pro volleyball player (who they met in high school) thanky ou so much <333

hq!! charcters x fem!volleyball player

characters: (timeskip) osamu, atsumu, kuroo, yachi

genre: fluff, dating headcanons, sfw, fem reader

notes: i added my girl yachi sorry i love her!

@fayeraa (tagging you bc you asked me to!!)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ MIYA OSAMU

you met osamu while your team was visiting inarizaki to have a practice match with inarizaki’s girls volleyball team. he remembers meeting you in the hallways before your team was getting ready to leave and you two immediately hit it off <3

you exchanged numbers and despite the struggle of dating someone from a different school, you two stayed together ever since

as someone who decided to not continue volleyball after high school, he’s very proud of you for pursuing a professional volleyball career

in the window of his onigiri shop, he has a poster of whatever team you play on

being his girlfriend comes with the perks of osamu cooking for you <3 makes you something to eat as soon as you get home. (his love language is acts of service he just wants to take care of you!!)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ KUROO TETSURO

you met kuroo because you two sat next to each other in class. he had the biggest crush on you and finding out you also played volleyball he knew he had to ask you out as soon as possible!!!

so you’ve been dating since your time at nekoma. although kuroo didn’t keep playing volleyball after high school, he’s literally your biggest supporter. also working in the sports industry makes you two even closer

he admires your strength and talent so much

he begs to play volleyball with you!!!

“are you sure tetsuro? you haven’t played volleyball in awhile.” “nah, i’ll be fine. don’t go easy on me, okay princess?” (he gets hit in the face by the ball while trying to block you)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ YACHI HITOKA

yachi met you during her second year at karasuno. as the manager of the boys volleyball team she’s bound to run into the girls volleyball team (which you were on) quite a bit.

she had the biggest crush on you!! always walking by the gym to see you and your team practicing. but sparks fly after formally meeting :)

she’s sooo supportive about you going pro. volleyball had been a big part of both of you two’s high school lives and she’s proud of you

tries to go to all your games if she isn’t busy at work n wears your jersey !!

when she comes home from work and you come home from practice, she loves having time in the evening with you to cook dinner together and relax before bedtime.

domestic sapphic life with yachi <33

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ MIYA ATSUMU

he met you in high school as you were on the inarizaki’s girls volleyball team. he had tons of girls fawning over him but he noticed you and was head over heels for you after seeing you play

despite having busy schedules as both being professional athletes, he always makes time for you

he does not shut up about you especially in interviews. he just wants to brag about you and how he has a girlfriend who matches his talent

his interviews are like “Your serves seem so tough to receive, it’s amazing.” “Yeah well you should see my girlfriend’s serves”

“Miya, how do you plan to celebrate your win” “I’m going home to my girlfriend”

istg on his professional account he posts more about your team than msby jackals (his manager tells him that he has to shut up)

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! at an american high school ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

here are my silly headcanons on how i think the karasuno first years would act if they were american high school students teehee

pt.2 pt.3

ヽ(^◇^*)/

hinata

probably runs to lunch

one of those dorky try hards in gym

wears matching neon nike shorts and tops

literally cries if he ever gets in trouble in class

water bottle flips randomly (he never lands it)

his mom drops him off at school every morning

jumps to touch the top of every doorframe

everyone judges him and thinks hes weird but hes gen the sweetest guy if you ever talk to him

he has a phone he just cant bring it to school guys

offers to do stuff first when the teacher asks (like brings attendance to the office or asks other teachers for dry erase markers)

middle school humor (hes kinda funny sometimes tho lol)

kageyama

lets you copy his homework because he knows its all wrong (or gives you wrong answers on purpose)

wears hoodies everyday even during summer

scared to put lip balm on in public because someone once asked if he was gay because of how he applied it

friends with hinata but is kind of embarrassed of him

girls actually like him but dont talk to him because hes so quiet

probably talks to girls from different schools

plays roblox with the others when they have breaks during practice (he hasnt updated his avatar since 2016)

still reads strictly picture books

also a try hard in gym

still does streaks on snapchat

tsukishima

refuses to acknowledge hinata and kageyama outside of volleyball club (he thinks theyre embarrassing)

constantly gets in trouble for having airbuds in or being on his phone

tries putting girls onto his niche music taste then its just cigarettes after sex

if you arent one of his friends or a pretty person hes probably gonna be rlly mean to you im sorry

has hot topic pins on his bag (yamaguchi forces him to shop there with him and tsuki always ends up walking out with a new pin)

dresses very basic but still nice

bros a bully

tries to correct teachers and make the teacher look dumb

if he can tell he actually hurt your feelings he'll say it was just a joke and gaslight you

him and yamaguchi just talk shit all lunch and study period

walks to like mcdonalds for lunch sometimes

yamaguchi

bully on the DL

the only reason people know hes mean is because tsuki is his best friend

always has fruit for lunch

probably in band and plays literally the biggest instrument in the world

he always smells weirdly minty

has the silliest stickers on everything, his notebooks, laptop, headphones

bought sonny angels for him and tsuki

everyone thinks hes gay

him and yachi are art class buddies

brings his switch to school sometimes

rides his bike to school

lowkey stuck in his 2020 indie phase

yachi

has the cutest stationary

takes all her notes on her ipad and has that paper texture screen protector

ali express warrior

shes the sweetest girl in school

probably a closeted lebanese

already has her drivers permit (probably gonna be the first person in her grade with a license)

packs her own lunches everyday in bento boxes

has a private instagram account with like 20 followers and declines everyone she doesnt know personally

always has lotion, gum, perfume, medicine, chargers, everything. she is not taking any chaces

shes like if the 2019 soft girl pinterest aethetic became a person

reminds teachers about the homework

secretly watches youtube during class

she does NOT play about her art projects

her and yamaguchi trade stickers

probably still uses that 2019 kanken vsco bookbag

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sorry guys half of this list is just me being an extreme hater and projecting

[yunwangja]

the prophecy | kageyama tobio x reader smau

she felt the weight of the world pressing down on her. despite her strength, she found herself on her knees, pleading with the heavens to change her destiny. she didn't want wealth; she longed for genuine companionship. feeling like a lone wolf howling at the moon, she sought solace in the mystical, fearing her fate was sealed. yet, she continued to hope and whisper her plea to the universe, believing that one day her prophecy would be rewritten.

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, kageyama x fem!reader, univ au, taylor swift-inspired

warnings/notes: swearing, characters are a bit ooc & doesnt rlly follow the hq timeline. don't mind any typos/grammatical mistakes. dont mind timestamps as well. if you're a hopeless girlie like me you will love this lol jk i hope

status: completed!

the coven (yn's | tobio's)

chapter 1: change the prophecy

verse 1: i got cursed like eve got bitten

verse 2: who do i have to speak to

verse 3: pad around when i get home

verse 4: i look unstable

verse 5: i sound like an infant

verse 6: a greater woman stays cool

chapter 2: just someone who wants my company

verse 7: a greater woman wouldn't beg

verse 8: i howl like a wolf at the moon

verse 9: still i dream of him

verse 10: i caught lightning in a bottle

verse 11: it was sinking in

verse 12: a greater woman has faith

chapter 3: let it once be me

verse 13: if they can redo the prophecy

verse 14: a lesser woman would've lost hope

verse 15: spending my last coin

verse 16: slow is the quicksand

verse 17: hand on the throttle

verse 18: cards on the table

[solzscribblez]

chapter two: boom boom shrimp off balance masterlist

more:

kuroo and bokuto hosted a party once and just forgot to invite anyone but the volleyball team

the girls only drank two bottles of wine between the three of them lmfao yachi and yn are just hoarders

oikawa is mildly twitter and tiktok famous for genuinely no reason (its bc hes hot)

when yn complimented iwaizumi he just blue screened a little bit and defaulted to what he does when oikawa makes a bad joke. he didnt really hit her that hard he just bro punched her. (yikes)

taglist: @punkhazardlaw @milliondollagirl @diorsz @theycallmenanamisgirl @xxblackroses623xx

@bakugouswh0r3 @jaynawayna @elliott0o0 @spicana @nbcvs

@beckxisxinxlovexwithxjin @dazqa @bambinos22 @toomanygoldfish @mfcherry

@honeycrispappletree @cherrypieyourface @itsdragonius @lilchubbyyy @kuroosmikasavolleyball

@lees-chaotic-brain @viscoolreal @reignsaway

send an ask to be added to the taglist <3

[makkir0ll]

take my breath away

yachi h. x fem reader

status: coming soon!

synopsis: yachi quite literally takes your breath away when you two mix up your bags at the prefecture finals match

content: cheerleader reader, crack, gay jokes, reader has asthma, fluff fluff fluff!!!!!, wlw (happy pride month), bisexual reader, some mommy issues??

tag list form

a/n: so first smau!! yay exciting. there are a lot of cheer references so lmk if you want a glossary!!

introductions: crazy rats | a bunch of queer ppl

prologue

chapter one: coming soon...

[degyash]

Fainting in front of the team

Kageyama x Reader

You were the manager.

You were a first year like Yachi. You loved your team and they were very loving, caring, and accepting. you never ever had a problem with them. You had recently been staying up later and studying way harder because exams were coming up.

Not only that, you had to help tutor Kageyama and Hinata. You didn’t mind tutoring them, they were your friends and they needed to keep their grades up in order to keep playing.

The whole day at school you were just out of it. Yachi noticed your dark circles and blank expression and even Tsukishima pointed it out at lunch but you paid no mind. The other first years paid attention to the difference in your body language.

Your speech was slightly slurred and there was a slow in your pace when you walked. You were less talkative and you were yawing more. All signs of sleep deprivation. You did end up falling asleep in your last class but that didn’t help you at practice after school.

The whole team noticed how you weren’t yourself.

You knew you weren’t feeling the greatest. You ended up having to run back and forth a couple times to grab towels causing your face to heat up.

At the same time you noticed how everything around you seemed to be muffled.

The sound of talking, yelling, squeaking shoes. You couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. You stumbled over to Takeda and stood there. You started to rub your eyes as you felt them become heavy and your head become light.

Your eyes blurred. This didn’t feel right. Black dots started to appear in your vision and you lost your balance and you fell grabbing onto the bench in order to not hit your head. Once you hit the ground you had completely blacked out and the next thing you knew, you woke up to Sugawara, Kageyama, and Yachi standing over you.

You gasped shot up and ran to the trash can cause at the same time you got a really bad wave of nausea and and threw up.

When you were done you sat down on the ground because your head was spinning and you started crying.

Suga laid you down and put a wet towel onto your forehead while Yachi wiped your tears.

“Y/n, what happened? Are you alright?” Suga asked.

However, you couldn’t breathe you were just trying to catch your breath. This had never happened before.

“I want to go home.” You said with broken sobs. This was embarrassing and you didn’t want to be there anymore.

Kageyama offered to walk you home and so he did. He gave you a piggy-back ride and you nuzzled your face into his neck. He could feel how hot your skin was and it worried him. Once they got to your house he unlocked your door with your keys and lead you to your room.

“I’m gonna get you some ramen.” He said as he sat you on your bed. You could only nod and once he left you changed. You got into bed and snuggled into your blankets.

15 minutes later Kageyama came back with a thermometer and some cup o’ noodles and had fed it to you. He took your temperature.

“39.4°, That’s hot. Do you want some water?” He asked and you nodded again. He came back and handed you a bottle of water.

“I should head out, it’s late.” He said starting to leave. You grabbed his wrist and he looked back at you.

“Please don’t go.” Your face was flushed because of your fever and because of what you just asked. He couldn’t say no though. He’s had a crush on you all school year. He got under the covers with you and you cuddled into him and drifted off to sleep.

He looked at your sleeping figure a softly smiled following with a light kiss you your forehead.

“Sweet dreams.”

[kairiscorner]

first kisses with them are like . . .

being greeted with the feeling of soft, sunflower petals.

when they kiss you, it feels like the world slows down a little. they had no idea how to fit their lips with your own, they sort of feel like your lips are too beautiful, too sweet for their own to touch; but you want them to interlock their own with yours, anyway—you don't mind how inexperienced or anxious they may be, or how much overthinking they've done—you just want them to know that your lips are theirs to kiss; theirs. they gulp a little, give you a dorky smile that you can't help but chuckle a bit at, and slowly lean in forward, and give you a brief, chaste kiss that sends butterflies in your stomach and a light feeling that sends your heart soaring.

it feels like that kiss could last forever, and you both wished it did; they really downplay themselves a lot, for someone who says they aren't a good kisser, they certainly know how to make you all giddy and giggly after their gentle peck on your lips.

after they pull away, it's like you both start wondering just how magical that frozen moment in time was; it was straight out of a fairy tale, how easily they romanced you with the mere feeling of their lips on yours, with all the love they had for you in that loving kiss that probably didn't even last for a minute, but felt like an eternity that you wished you two could live out forever.

yamaguchi, sugawara, asahi, daichi, yachi, aran, goshiki, aone, lev, ennoshita, alisa.

having the sparks of firecrackers dancing on your lips.

they always seemed so confident, daring, and unafraid of anything—anything, that was, except confronting their feelings about you, because if anyone could get them this restless and enthusiastic, be it in obvious or subtle ways of their own, only you could do that. they had reputations for being a bit hard-headed or too cocky, some of them being a bit chaotic and intimidating at times... but they were very, very passionate lovers at heart—and they really, really wanted to let you know just how much they loved you through this kiss that you let them share with you.

out of excitement, they stole that kiss from you the minute you puckered those sweet little petal-like lips of yours; you hadn't realized it, but they had already placed their lips on yours—and it felt like a flame had kindled in your chest, and your cheeks burned with so much fluster in them.

they kept your lips firmly locked with theirs, telling you without words that you were theirs... and they were yours. they hated sharing, no matter how good their facade could get, that was the one thing they couldn't mask up. as long as you loved them and their kisses, their lips would be the only ones on yours, making your heart burn and your lips sear with so much love—love they could only give to you, and only you, because you're the one for them, the only one their lips, heart, and selves belonged to.

hinata, bokuto, nishinoya, tanaka, terushima, iwaizumi, atsumu, tendou, yaku, oikawa, kuroo.

feeling a cold frosty blanket of snow melt into warm greenery.

if they were being honest... they didn't quite know how to kiss; or rather, they had no clue just how kisses were supposed to feel like. sure, romance and romantic gestures could be read about, heard about, but never truly experienced by them. until you came and changed the flow of their lives. their lips always ached with this fervor, this burning need, that was overshadowed by their cool, composed, sort of aloof, personality. if only they could show more than what you're used to, then you'd know how much they want you, how much their lips yearn to touch with yours.

when you finally let them kiss your lips... a blossoming feeling in their hearts grows, and they feel a blooming passion erupt from them that is released through the soft kiss they plant on your supple lips. they were more enamored with you than you had realized—and it makes you all the more in love with them.

to think that someone so beautiful, so perfect, so out of your league had wanted, so desperately, for this moment to happen is just... phenomenal to you. when you kiss them back, they give a soft whimper—oh, they're soft... both physically, and internally. you can't help but appreciate the vulnerability behind their austere, indifferent gazes; it makes you just want them more, and more, and more, and they're more than willing to give you all of them, always.

kenma, osamu, suna, akaashi, ushijima, kiyoko, kita, tsukishima, semi, sakusa, kageyama.

[omi-boshi]

been having massive brainworms of yachi and kiyoomi meeting in college and becoming close friends + yachi having to play wingman for kiyoomi when he meets you

cannot stop thinking about unlikely friends yachi and kiyoomi. they probably first met during nationals in kiyoomi's last year in itachiyama. maybe she piqued his interest when he heard her tell hinata to go back to the bathroom and wash his hands properly. they met again in uni and stuck together until they graduated and had to part ways because of their career choices.

and it probably was a gradual thing too, how they became friends. with kiyoomi being generally prickly and yachi being so shy. they just started sitting at the same table one day in the library. then, small nods of acknowledgment became hesitant attempts at small talk. then, it turned into kiyoomi crashing into the chair across from yachi that he has deemed his throughout the semester and immediately complaining about some professor while yachi nods in sympathy. then, it turned into yachi buying two orders of her coffee for that day because she knew kiyoomi would try stealing her coffee under the guise of "i just wanted to try what sugary concoction you brought today, hitoka. c'mon." that he swears he doesn't like. they probably also have matching keychains that kiyoomi bought for them on a whim one day when he was out in the city. and kiyoomi was definitely the person yachi had on speed dial for when she went on dates that started well but ended up making her uncomfortable. and in turn, yachi was the first one he told about you, about the person he was paired up with for a class presentation. she was the first to notice when kiyoomi started crushing on you, even before he himself realized. to notice the way kiyoomi would stare at you longer than necessary, gaze warm with an undercurrent of longing. and the way it might not be as one-sided as kiyoomi deemed it was when she catches you stealing glances at him when you think no one was looking. and naturally, yachi is the first to set the both of you up, ditching the hangout the three of you planned with motoya and tsukasa (that was two weeks in the making, mind you) because "ah, sorry! a very important deadline was moved to today and motoya, tsukasa-san, and i haven't even done half of it." kiyoomi would be disgruntled at how bad that excuse was because the three of them aren't even in the same classes, let alone groupings. and he tells yachi as much. you are none the wiser of course. "i'm really sorry!!! i was so excited too :(( we'll make it up to you both okay? xo" yachi would send to you and to kiyoomi, "if you don't end up kissing them by the end of tonight, don't even bother texting me. good luck!" - [Today 10:19PM] thanks, hitoka

[fattuccini-afraido]

Kyoko: I pull women.

Oikawa: I pull men.

Hinata, excitedly: I pull push doors.

[isawritesshit]

Lavender Detangler

image was taken from @ hankaashi on pinterest

Synopsis: You are Nishinoya's older sister, the fearless, confident, and reliable manager... except when faced with your feelings with the team ace. As both of your high school years are going to be coming to a close, will one of you be able to say something about how you feel? Who will overcome their nerves first?

Warnings: reader has she/her pronouns, reader is described as being short because she's nishinoya's sister, language, karasuno being chaotic, season 4 spoilers, tooth-rotting fluff.

Author's Note: My old Asahi fic, as promised. This one is a bit longer and used to be on my old wattpad account some time ago. Asahi is one of my favorite hq characters, literally my baby. This one is pure fluff, and is a bit on the longer side. Also, this fic takes place during the events of season 4 so there are some spoilers in that sense, but nothing too major. Enjoy lovelies <3

Word Count: ~ 6.9k

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They did it. In your two years of being a manager for the Karasuno boys volleyball team, you probably would have never thought that the boys would beat Shiratorizawa, much less make it to nationals. And yet, even as you stared out at the Tokyo sky on the way to the inn, even as Asahi landed that last spike to push them through to the 2nd round, you still felt that little voice whisper in your head in complete awe and disbelief. 

They did it.  

After the game, the Karasuno gang packed up and headed back for the inn. Most of them took a nap or stared tiredly out the window. They were all exhausted from the thrill of their first game, and they should be. They fought hard and restlessly. The boys showed everyone watching in the stands today that they didn’t come here on some fluke, they came here because they are going to win. 

That’s right. The entire damn tournament. 

Takeda shouted from the front, breaking you from your thoughts. “We’re here everyone!” Hinata immediately jumped up from his seat and barreled full speed toward the front. Kageyama chased after him not much longer (probably because Hinata woke him up when he started running). You chuckled at the duo and slowly got up from your own seat in the front. As everyone else piled off you began making your way toward the back. You kind of made it your own job to wake anyone up once you’ve reached the destination on road trips. 

You spotted Tanaka and Yuu dozing a few seats back. You silently made your way over to them, and started to shake Tanaka. 

“Tanakaaaa, wake uuuup,” you sang while shaking his shoulder. He lazily opened his eyes and let out a yawn. You then reached over to poke at Yuu’s back which was turned to you as he wrapped himself around his duffel bag. “Come on Yuu.” You didn’t have to try that hard with Yuu. After all, you woke him up for school every day. 

As you leaned back, Tanaka stretched his arms above his head and asked, “(Y/N)? Are we here?” You gave him a nod and moved out of the way for him to get up. Yuu was glaring at you from behind his seat. 

“What’s wrong Yuu?” you asked, smirking. “Mad cause I woke you up?”  

“I was having a good dreaaammm,” he whines. 

“Whatever, just get your lazy ass up and let's head inside,” Tanaka drawls as he slaps Yuu upside the head. 

“My lazy ass?” Yuu retorts. Yuu grabbed his duffel bag, and then returned a smack upside Tanaka’s head as they walked toward the front of the bus. “You were sleeping too!” Here they go again… 

“Boys!” you yelled at them. They stopped. “Just get off the bus!” The libero and the wing spiker left without saying another word. 

You sighed while shaking your head. You considered this your own role as a manager sometimes. Kiyoko was more of the quiet one that did her job well, Yachi was the newbie still getting used to the reins, and you were the one that kept the boy’s attitudes in check (yes, even Daichi sometimes). 

You still remember back when you were about halfway through your first year as a manager. You were a second-year at the time. There was a day when the boys were so rowdy that not even the old Coach Ukai could calm them down. You must had been on your period or something that day, because you got so mad at them. All of a sudden, you had started scolding them for their attitudes and lack of respect, telling them that they needed to represent Karasuno High School the right way. It scared the team a bit. Their tiny manager that was practically a foot shorter than them was putting them in line and they actually listened. And so, the role kinda stuck (though you try not to lash out like you did that day). 

You smiled at the memory. You started your way towards the front until you heard a few light snores coming from a seat further back to your right. Huh, guess I missed one. You walked back to the seat, almost yelping in surprise at who you saw. 

Asahi? The ace slept with his own duffel bag propped up against the window as he snuggled it like a pillow. Half his face was buried into the bag while the other half was still in a peaceful slumber. Little bits of his brown hair fell around his forehead and over his ears from his bun. One longer strand of hair fell out over his nose, and would lift up slightly whenever he let out a small snore. You wondered how he didn’t wake up from Yuu and Tanaka yelling as they got off. Daichi and Suga did say that Asahi sleeps like the dead, but you’ve never got to actually see that for yourself. 

You felt heat crawl up your face and ears at the sight of him. Asahi’s face was usually always concentrated, scared, or smiling. But this was somehow different. Seeing him sleeping like that made you stop dead in your tracks and stop thinking rationally. What’s worse? He’s not even trying. Asahi’s expression, mixed with his messy hair and snores, was pulling you in like a magnet. You thought it was downright adorable.You wanted to sit by him, maybe get a little closer. Close enough that perhaps you could smell the scent off his jacket or… 

Your blushing got worse. You liked to keep these thoughts under wraps, but when they did come up you couldn’t help but get flustered. Fortunately, sitting next to him was as far as you got. 

Hesitantly, you reached over to grab and shake Asahi’s shoulder. “Asahi,” you whispered. He didn’t budge. God, you were so lucky that no one could see you doing this. Under normal circumstances, with everyone in here, you would have been redder than a Nekoma jersey. “Asahi,” you whispered a little louder this time, shaking his shoulder a bit more. When he stirred and sucked in a breath, you flinched and stood up so quickly that you thought your spine snapped. But sadly, it didn’t, and now here you are, watching as Asahi opened his eyes ever so slowly. 

When he sits up and his eyes finally land on you, you glued your eyes to the seat you were just sitting on. “O-Oh, (y/n)! Are we here?” Asahi asks in a groggy voice while looking up at you and then out the window to see the inn. 

“Y-yeah!” you answered, cursing your voice for going a little more high pitched than you planned. You forced yourself to look up at him and conceal your blush. “I woke you up…” Just as he rose, you started to walk to the front with Asahi now not that far behind you. You swore, even just feeling him walking behind you was setting off butterfly cannons in your stomach. So, you composed yourself and tried to just walk straight.

But, what if you stopped? What if you leaned back, felt the warmth of his broad chest against your head… who are you kidding, both you and him would have a heart attack if you ever tried something so bold. You couldn’t seem to place how these thoughts entered your head about someone so fragile like that...

Both of you got off the bus and walked side by side now toward the lobby. You were mentally smacking yourself for thinking such things with him so close by. 

When you entered the lobby, you took a seat and forced yourself to stop and think about something else. 

“I’m going to put my stuff upstairs, see ya (y/n)!” Asahi called to you, turning for the stairs. Man, you were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t even talk to him! Just how awkward can you get-

“See ya for dinner!” you called from over his shoulder as he, much to your relief and dismay, disappeared upstairs. 

You let out a small sigh as you watched him disappear. Of course, you’ve fallen for the Ace of Karasuno. You just couldn’t help it. Asahi is one of the greatest friends you have and probably the most caring and understanding person you’ve ever met. He interested you too, how someone that big and imposing could be so gentle. Not only that, you did think he was really attractive. You started feeling this way at the beginning of your second year, and it didn’t take long for everyone to catch on. Heck, even the current first years have noticed it (Tsukishima teases you about it so much you have to remind him to respect his fucking elders and their problems). Somehow Asahi hasn’t caught on, probably due to his usual softie mentality. 

That’s probably for the best. Not wanting to screw up your friendship with Asahi is probably the reason you’ve never confessed anyway. Probably.

But you’re running out of time. After this tournament, you have a few more weeks before you both graduate and you go off to attend university. So maybe you’ll just enjoy the time that you have with him, even if you most likely won’t tell him in the end.  

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Asahi walked up to the boys room with his duffel bag, his mind a flurry of thoughts. Should I have stayed back with her? No, that would seem a little creepy… What do you mean creepy? She’s your friend! Shoot, I didn’t even tell her thank you for waking me up! Great going Asahi-

When Asahi entered the boys room, he was met with Kageyama being shoved into him, causing him to drop his bag. 

“Ah! Sorry Asahi,” Kageyama apologized as Asahi bent down to pick it up. 

“I-it’s fi-” 

“Yeah Baka-yama! Say sorry!” Hinata shouted from across the room, sticking his tongue out at Kageyama. 

“You’re the one that pushed me, dumbass!” Kageyama roared before storming back over to Hinata. 

Asahi chuckled and made his way over to where Suga and Daichi were watching the pair fight from a safe distance. 

“Hey, Asahi! Why’d you take so long to come up?” Daichi asked. He looked a little concerned, maybe even worried. Him and Suga really are just like his parents… 

“O-oh no r-reason I-” he began. Asahi tried to avoid eye contact as his own voice began betraying him again. Eye contact was dangerous with these two sometimes, even if they were his friends. Both Suga and Daichi raised an eyebrow at him. “Um… I fell asleep on the bus a-and… (y/n) woke me up,” he muttered while getting quieter as he said your name. 

“Aww, well isn’t that sweet!” Suga cooed with a teasing smirk. Asahi swore, whenever he brought you up when you weren't around, they were always quick to tease him. Maybe they are his parents…  

Asahi felt a tiny blush begin to form on his cheeks as he stuttered “S-S-Suga, can we not talk about this right now…” 

Daichi let out a disappointed sigh. “C’mon Asahi, you’ve basically had a crush on her since she became a manager. You gotta tell her already!” 

“Tell who what?” asked Hinata who suddenly appeared beside Daichi. Asahi went stiff as a board, looking nowhere else than his shoes. 

“Tell (y/n) that he likes her,” he heard Tsukishima say from beside Hinata. “What? Did you not know that he has feelings for her?” 

“Wait, you mean… those kinda feelings?” Hinata’s voice got louder. It felt so loud that Asahi thought he was going to faint from the embarrassment. 

Yamaguchi was quick to chime in with Tsukishima. “Well yeah! Hasn’t Tsukki told you this before?” How did they know?! Noya didn’t tell them… right? 

As if on cue, Tanaka and Nishinoya also joined the conversation. “Yeah man! Who would’ve thought that Asahi would have a crush on such a hot girl like her, huh? What’d you think Noya?” Tanaka asked as he laughed along with the group. 

“Asahi!” Noya yelled right into Asahi’s ear, scaring the living shit out of him. Almost the whole room went quiet. Noya pointed straight into Asahi’s face, causing his eyes to widen and look at his finger. Noya then began speaking as if he were talking of destiny, “Azumane Asahi, as Nishinoya (y/n)’s younger brother, and as her sole protector for life, I grant you permission for you to court her, and-” 

“Oh please. Do you even know what the word “court” means when you say it like that?” Tsukishima snickered. Asahi’s body went cold with chills as his face flushed crimson. “You’re basically giving him permission to-” 

“Would you guys shhhhhh!” Suga screamed at them before dropping his voice to a whisper. Oh thank God for Suga- “The girls room is right next door! They could’ve heard you for all you know! Have some respect…” Hinata squealed a ‘sorry’ and Tsukishima just walked away with a smirk. Noya gave Asahi a firm slap on the back. Everyone else that took part in the conversation left to do their own thing.

Suga put a gentle hand on Asahi’s shoulder, causing him to look into his eyes. “Look Asahi, whenever you’re around (y/n), I notice a slight change in you. You’re not super tense. You’re actually a lot more relaxed around her. You’re more confident and a lot more happy. She pushes you to do better unlike any one of us. You gotta tell her how you feel, and you have to do it soon, Asahi.” 

“Yeah, and even if she doesn’t feel the same way, she isn’t the type of person to avoid you afterwards,” Daichi adds, giving him a reassuring smile. 

Asahi blushed again before smiling at the ground. Is that really how he seems around you? Sure, some of what Suga said is true. He does feel a slightly bigger push when you’re the one to give pep talks before games, and it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t happier around you, but he thought everyone felt that way… 

And the other things that Suga said? Asahi would just have to see for himself. Confess to you? Him, who has never been so in love with someone, and just happens to have no experience when it comes to that same department? He’s even surprised that words just came so naturally with you but confidence be damned! He never prepared himself for this! 

Well, it is his third year after all… maybe he could learn a thing or two before ending high school. What does he have to lose? 

“Y-Yeah...alright.” 

There was a knock before the door opened. “Alright guys, meeting in the conference room in five. Dinner will be ready shortly after!” Coach Ukai yelled above the conversations. As soon as the team responded, one by one each boy began to leave the room. Daichi gave Asahi a small pat on the back before leaving with Suga.  Soon, Asahi was the only person left in the room, and the only tension present was created within his thoughts. 

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You leaned your head back and closed your eyes as you let the steam and heat of the bath allow you to unwind. Kiyoko and Yachi had already climbed in with you. You sat to the right of Kiyoko and Yachi sat on her left. 

“Rough day so far, (y/n)?” Kiyoko asked with her usual calming gaze. You could tell why almost all the boys were so into her. Seeing Yuu, Tanaka, and even boys from other teams try to hit on her was one of the funniest things to you. There was no denying that Kiyoko is pretty, and she always had this earthly calm about her that you just couldn’t put your finger on sometimes. Kiyoko has been your closest girl friend since you started as a manager, and now even Yachi was one too. 

“Yeah,” you groaned. It may not seem like it to everyone else, but you had been stressed almost since you woke up this morning. First, there was the tension of the boys first game. Then, Kiyoko had to run back to grab Hinata’s bag that he left at the train station. The stress went away slightly after the boys won the first game, but the tension was still there now that they have to win the next one. To top it off, the boys just found out at their meeting that they would be going up against the team was ranked #2 to win nationals. Not to mention, their setter (according to Kageyama) was on the All Japan Youth team. If that didn’t make everyone’s anxiety for this tournament any worse, you didn’t know what did. You’re definitely going to make sure that the boys settle down to get enough sleep tonight. 

Kiyoko and Yachi listened as you went on your rant about the day. But as you continued on, you let something slip out. “Not to mention, I woke up Asahi on the bus today. Asahi of all people! Then when we walked back I didn’t even say anything! I got so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize how awkward I was being…” 

You paused, realizing what you just said. Your hands flung up to conceal the blush now forming as you muttered something incoherent about not meaning to say that. 

“Honestly (Y/N), I think it’s pretty funny how you react around someone like Asahi!” Yachi giggled. Kiyoko must have been pointing things like that out to her…

Kiyoko smiled at you. “She’s right, you know. It’s almost like you two switch personalities when you’re together.” 

You turned your body to face them. “T-that’s not true!” you argued. The massive blush on your ears and face said otherwise. “I’m still the same person!” 

The bathing room went suddenly quiet as if they were silently disagreeing with you. You turned to face forward again. It was if there was still another question that hung in the air that remained unspoken. “(Y/N)?” It was Yachi that spoke up. 

“Yeah?” you asked somewhat hesitantly. 

“You’re not...nervous to tell him you like him… are you?” Yachi asked. Your breath shuddered. There it was, that unspoken question. While it might seem normal for a person to be nervous to tell someone they liked them, much less to feel nervous about other things, ‘nervous’ was not a trait among the Nishinoya siblings. In fact, no one believed you and Yuu have ever felt nervous before. Despite Yuu’s personality being different from yours, it’s still centered around that shared trait between the both of you. The Nishinoya siblings were known on the team for being the fearless ones, Yuu in his playing ability and happy-go-lucky attitude, and you with your confident decision making and ability to push each player to do their best. It’s what made you two so reliable. You and your brother never got nervous… right? You guessed maybe that should only be said of Yuu now. After all, how can someone have no fear if they can’t confess to a silly little crush… 

Maybe that’s the reason you’ve never confessed. This entire time, you thought the reason you never told Asahi how you felt was because you didn’t want to mess things up between the two of you. 

I’ve been lying to myself this whole time, you thought. But, I shouldn’t lie to my friends about it…

After a few more minutes of silence, you spoke up. “Yeah. I am nervous.” Both of your friends looked to you. As you continued, your voice became lower and quieter as you sounded out your thoughts slowly. “This entire time I’ve been telling myself that maybe it was better this way because he probably wouldn’t return my feelings, but I guess I’ve been stalling.” 

“That’s ok (y/n)! It’s perfectly normal for someone to get nervous over someone they like!” Yachi reassured you. 

“She’s right,” said Kiyoko, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Try to be yourself around him. He’s actually a lot more confident around you than you think, so it should be like having a conversation with someone like Daichi or Suga. Just try to take those baby steps, ok? If you talk to him tonight, tell us how it went afterward.” 

You smiled timidly at your two friends. “Okay, I will.”

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You stared at your phone and groaned. 9:00pm.

The boys would not shut up. 

While Kiyoko and Yachi were settling down into their own sleeping areas, you calmly went over and asked Daichi if he could settle down the boys a little. That was 30 minutes ago…

Oh well, you thought. Kiyoko and Yachi were asleep now, so you thought it would be fine. It had been a while since the team got to hang out as just a plain group of chaotic high school boys rather than a serious volleyball club. They’re on this trip to have some fun too. 

But if they're not quiet by 10:00, you’re definitely making sure they actually fall asleep. 

With a sigh, you turned off your phone and made your way across the dark room. Careful not to wake your friends, you tiptoed to your bag in the corner and fished out your favorite pajamas: an old yet suitable t-shirt and a fuzzy pair of light orange shorts. 

After changing, you grabbed your small toiletry bag and walked out of the room. Across from the girl’s room was a small washroom that was shared among all three of the rooms. You were sure that no one would enter since all the boys were in their room and Ukai and Takeda went drinking again. The washroom was completed with two sinks surrounded by a wooden counter, and a public toilet further back in the room. 

You set your stuff down on the sink closest to the door. As you started to brush your teeth, you questioned if you should stay up longer tonight than usual. You didn’t feel that tired yet, and you did hear that there is a balcony near the rooms. 

You leaned over the sink to spit before faintly hearing the door open. You quickly spit out the excess toothpaste and wiped your mouth on your sleeve before looking to see who stood in the doorway. 

“(y/n)?” Asahi stared back at you with his wide brown eyes. He had switched his tracksuit for a plain white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats, which you assumed was his sleepwear. He had a small green bag under his arm. Was he washing up too? 

“Oh, I’m sorry I thought no one would come in here,” you tried to laugh about it as you quickly started to pack up your toiletries. Damn, you’re just acting nervous around him again! 

“No! You can stay, I’ll just come back later,” he smiled politely and turned to leave. 

“Wait!” you called before you even realized what you were doing. Asahi turned to look over his shoulder, surprised. Baby steps rang in your head as you took a breath and said “There’s another sink if you want to use it…”

Asahi peered over your head. “Oh! Sure...” He walked past you to the other sink and you turned to your own bag. As you brought out a comb to run through your hair, Asahi started to run the water in his sink as he fished out his own toothbrush. 

Almost on instinct, you started talking to yourself in your own head, even when you desperately wanted to talk to the boy next to you. Should I even say anything in the first place? No… baby steps (y/n)! Remember! Ok, what should I say? “So how do you think tomorrow will go?” No, the tension for tomorrow is already high enough. “Nice… weather? here? in? Tokyo…?” Goddammit why is this so hard-

You sighed through your nose and put your comb back. As you looked for the next thing you needed to find in your bag, your eyes slowly drifted to Asahi. He was looking at himself in the mirror as he ran a knuckle along his jaw and muttered something about needing to shave. You assumed he decided against it as he fished out a brush and a bottle of… detangler? 

One part of Asahi was happy and glad that you were sharing the washroom with him. But, the majority of him was feeling like an anxious wreck. It was only three hours ago when Asahi had promised his friends that he would finally confess his feelings to you. And now you’re here with him, alone, and you haven’t spoken a word to each other. Maybe he should say something about it now, close the gap he so desperately wanted to reach. Was he ever going to get a good enough opportunity such as this (even if it was in a washroom…)? 

As Asahi got out his brush and detangler, he decided that maybe he would just talk to you for now… yeah. But, what is there to talk about- 

“Is that lavender detangler?” 

He raised his eyebrows and turned to look at you. You looked first at the detangler in his hand, and then up at him with a quirked eyebrow and wide, expecting eyes. You held your face wash in one hand and a hair tie in the other. And those pajamas you were wearing… gosh you looked so cute. 

“Oh… yeah. It’s kind of weird I guess,” Asahi chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. 

“No, not at all,” you replied matter-of-fact. “I was actually kind of wondering why some parts of the gym smelled like lavender and I was trying to figure out who it was!” You laughed. It’s true, some corners of the gym started smelling oddly great (for a gym especially). When you asked Kiyoko and Yachi if they had bought new perfume, they both replied with no, and so you became suspicious. 

When you turned away to wash your face, Asahi took out his bun and began his own nighttime routine. Your butterflies fucking exploded as you rubbed the face wash gently into your skin and listened to the soft spurts of his detangler. 

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For the rest of your time in the washroom, both you and Asahi held great conversation. Though the time was little, the detangler topic led to both of you complaining about your hair consistency, to what color you both would want dye your hair, to favorite colors, to favorite school subjects, and then finally to what you were talking about now, favorite parts about school. 

“Well that’s easy. Being the manager for the team,” you replied nonchalantly. 

“Really?” Asahi packed up the rest of his things in his little bag and turned to you. He left his hair down. You were leaning against the door, your own bag under your arm. Seeing him with his hair down is having you battle the flutter in your stomach as you try to get used to the new sight. 

“Well yeah, but I guess I have to thank Yuu though after all. If he didn’t play volleyball I would probably be tripping over myself in a dance club or something!” You both laughed. 

He was still laughing as you caught a glance of his face. You wanted to see his smile more. You wanted to hear him laugh more. You just wanted to keep talking to him. This is the first time you’ve been able to have a normal conversation with him without stumbling over your words and you did not want it to end this quickly. But at the same time, you probably shouldn’t keep him if he’s tired. 

Asahi felt a little conflicted inside. It was clear that both of you were done washing up, but he still wanted to confess, but… well maybe now isn’t the time after all. It was still great to talk to you though. 

You opened the door and walked past the doorway. “So um, are you going back to the room?” 

“Well, I guess. But I probably won’t be able to sleep because of the noise. That’s the reason I came to wash up a little earlier.” Asahi responded. The moment was slipping away...

Maybe that’s one thing to thank the boys for. But is there some way to keep talking to him? He obviously doesn’t want to be by the rest of the team. Maybe you could save him from them for a couple of minutes. But where- 

“Um… a-are you tired?” This was about to take a lot of courage from you…

“N-no…?” Asahi was a little confused by your question. What were you about to ask him? 

“Do you wanna go hang out on the balcony for a bit?” You finally said it. A huge weight was lifted from your shoulders, but the even larger weight remained as you waited for his answer. You squeezed your hands behind your back and gulped. You prayed that he didn’t notice how nervous you were… 

Asahi just stared at you for about 2 seconds, because 2 seconds was all his brain needed to overcompensate and overthink everything you just said. Did you say hang out on the balcony? As in like, with you? Alone? Together? No one else is there, right? Why? Just to keep you company? Because he said that he didn’t really want to be by the rest of the loud and obnoxious team? Did you really care enough about that to invite him on the balcony? Did you actually like talking to him? 

No, that couldn’t be true… 

Right? 

“Yeah. We could do that.” 

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You stood on the balcony, eagerly awaiting Asahi. You leaned over the railing as you took in the cold evening. The wind blew just enough to leave a slight shiver through your body and stir your hair. The lights and sounds of Tokyo filled your senses as you watched the bustling city from afar. You took a look up. The pollution of Tokyo meant you couldn’t see stars, but you imagined they were there. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, save for the occasional airplane flying to or from the city. You brought your gaze back down and stared forward in silent thought. 

Asahi was grateful that you had arrived at the balcony first after you both left to put away your toiletries. He tried his best to get into the room to put his things away, grab his jacket, and be out of the room where the boys were now playing truth or dare. Noya caught him and tried to convince him to join in, but he politely refused and left without another word. He would have to explain himself later. 

And now, there you were. You didn’t notice him behind you on the balcony. His gaze softened as he took a moment to admire you. 

You were the only thing that immediately captured his attention, as always. Not the blinding lights of the city beyond, not the atmosphere around him, just you, with your back turned to him as you faced Toyko. Asahi’s breath hitched in his throat. It was in that moment that he realized that nothing else mattered. Not even breathing mattered. The lights weren’t as beautiful, the city wasn’t as loud, and the chill in the air wasn’t as prominent. Everything else seemed to dull and fade, leaving only you. 

Why? 

There was just something more captivating in the way your hair flowed in the wind that he seemed to forget that the wind was the reason your hair moved so fluently. The way you were standing and observing the view, almost as if you didn’t know that if everything else had eyes, then everything would be gazing and admiring you just like he did every day. The way your eyes were shining so perfectly ahead that the stars would become jealous and try to take that shine, but he would never let them because no matter how high and mighty the stars might be, no matter how many of them there were, you were so much more above them in his own eyes. 

His thoughts were broken when your body jerked in a slight shiver. He realized that you had forgotten a coat because you were still wearing the same pajamas. 

It was a lot windier than you thought it would be. You wrapped your arms around yourself and rubbed your bare arms. You were in such a hurry to put your things away that you didn’t have time to consider the weather. 

You jumped when you felt a slight pressure on your shoulder, and then something laying across them. As you reached your hands up to feel what it was, you ran your fingers across the material of a jacket, and then heard the shuffling of someone next to you. Then you realized… 

Asahi was here, and he gave you his jacket. 

You turned to look at him. He was standing about a foot away from you to the right. He had his elbows propped against the balcony railing as he leaned against it. His shoulders caved slightly inward as he stared at the ground. His eyes were casted downward in a way that he almost looked ashamed, but if not, then just lost in thought. A slight tint splayed itself across his cheeks from the cold. The wind moved through his long brown hair like a dance and ruffled his white shirt against the muscle that laid beneath. 

Your heart caught in your chest. Your breathing stopped as you clutched the jacket. 

This was a new sight. He didn’t look scared. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t sleeping. He didn’t look exactly concentrated either. 

He looked… ethereal. 

His eyes caught yours and he stood a little straighter. “I-I… you looked cold… so… sorry if it’s weird...” His eyes casted off as he spoke. He’s adorable. 

“N-no” you assured. “Not at all! Um, thank you...” 

“You’re welcome... “ he smiled at you before looking down again. It was odd. It wasn’t like his body was anxious, more like just his eyes were. Could he… maybe? Unless he was just trying to be nice. 

You looked down and held the jacket closer to you. Your blush was growing by the second. It may be a possibility. The jacket smelled like the lavender detangler and cedarwood. Not only that, it was warm. It smelled and felt like him, like your Asahi. Well, he wasn’t yours just yet. 

Just yet. 

Asahi didn’t even know why or how he managed to give you his jacket. He just felt a surge of feeling that had him act. He knew it was love, but at that moment, he never felt it so strongly. It was almost as if it were his instinct to want to make you feel happy and comfortable. Maybe he should act on that more. 

Maybe he should act on that now. 

You talked up first. “So, um…” you mumbled just loud enough to be audible. “How are you feeling… about tomorrow?” You instantly regretted the words as they left your mouth. You couldn’t think of another topic, so you just blurted the first thing that came to mind. 

“Um… well, if I said I was feeling alright about it, I would obviously be lying,” he chuckled. 

“Well, I think you’ll be alright once you get out there and kick ass like always,” you said, trying to ease his nerves. You sounded so sure of yourself. That was new, especially around Asahi. 

“(y/n)...” 

“Yeah?” 

“Thank you for supporting me…” he faced you as he leaned against the railing, smiling at you, though he didn’t make eye contact. “It really means a lot…” 

You gave him your best smile while clutching his jacket. “No need to thank us. We all have to push our ace so he can do his best!” 

He blushed. Something popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, he said it out loud. 

“No one pushes me to do my best as much as you, though.” He scared himself when he said it. He couldn’t even turn away. He just… looked at you. You were still so captivating. So much so that his anxiety and fears couldn’t even distract him now. 

You blushed. Did he just say that? Did he… there was almost no doubt now. Your heart started to beat so loud that you couldn’t focus on your own thoughts. You could only focus on him. 

You were looking at him with those beautiful eyes again. This was it. Now. He had to do it now. 

“(y-y/n)...” 

“Yeah…?” You turned to him. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He couldn’t stop staring at you. 

So captivating. 

There you stood, patiently waiting. 

“Asahi, are you-” 

“I love you, (y/n).” And that’s when the words began to tumble out. “I can’t believe I’m doing this… but it’s the truth. Ever since you became a manager for our team, I’ve never been able to get you out of my head and... and, I’m not sure how to feel about it. You’re just beautiful, and strong, and perfect… A-and I want to give you everything. I want to give you… more than everything really. But I’m just...I’m just…” 

He kept his eyes closed the entire time, brows furrowed and hands glued to his sides as he spoke. Were you actually hearing this? The person you’ve loved for so long confessing that he loves you- 

You felt this buzzing, warm feeling inside your heart. It spread like wildfire throughout your body, burning you and your senses down to the one source of the truth behind the flames which is that he. loves. you.  

He squinted as he opened his eyes to look at you. You looked… confused. You just kept staring at him. He felt this cold shiver as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He clenched his fists. Here it was, you were about to reject him. Why did he even try- 

“I love you too, Asahi.” 

“What?” 

“What?” 

For a moment you two just stared at each other. You both couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Meanwhile, the same fire was spreading throughout Asahi. Burning down all insecurities, all negative thoughts. It was just that one fact. 

You love him too. 

And like fire, it spread throughout both of you quickly. Burning, destroying, until it bubbled over and- 

That space between you ceased to exist as you stood on your tippy toes, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and kissed him. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you didn’t care. You’ve waited too long to tell him how you’ve felt and this kiss lifted the last weight from your consciousness. You didn’t have to pretend. You didn’t have to be nervous. You were free. 

Asahi didn’t know how to feel at first. Was this actually happening? Were you… kissing him? Well, of course he knew that but he never thought it would happen. 

He wasn’t kissing back. You opened your eyes and leaned back, separating you from his lips. Was that too far? “Ah, s-sorry I thought-”

You were cut off by him quickly swooping in and returning the kiss while leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your hands in his long hair. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft. You giggled as the scruff from his stubble tickled you. His kiss was so gentle that it was as if he thought you were a porcelain doll, and that if he put too much of himself on you, that you would break. It was loving and sweet, and filled with as much care as he could give you. 

When you both leaned back, he looked down at you. So small. So amazing. 

So perfect. 

Those were his words before he leaned again, pressing himself closer to you. Your back steadied itself against the railing as you continued kissing him. His hands travelled to cup your face, one hand resting itself against your soft skin and the other running itself through your hair. This kiss was just like the last but filled with more need and passion. The fire was growing. Here, nothing else mattered. The lights didn’t matter, the air, the city. Just you, with your lips on his.

When you leaned back again, he smiled as you kissed him on the nose. “Not as perfect as you,” you replied. You laughed as his face scrunched in confusion, and then when he realized what he had said out loud before he kissed you. 

“So, uh, does this mean… W-well, only if you want to of course! But, ah, what I’m trying to say is-” 

“Yes Asahi, I’ll be your girlfriend,” you said to him while rolling your eyes and smiling. It seemed that after your kiss, your confidence had returned. How could he kiss you like that but not be able to ask you out? He’s so awkward, and handsome, and yours. 

Both of you chuckled, finally before leaning in again. Finally yours. 

That’s when you heard the metallic door on the other side of the balcony open. 

“HEY ASAHI- woah” 

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"So that's when I opened the door, and Asahi and (y/n) were making out, and-"

"Noya, stop-" Asahi pleaded.

"Dang, who knew that Asahi had game," Tanaka wheezed.

[rintarousgirl]

haikyuu boys (and girls) on national gf day ! -- ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

characters: OIKAWA TOORU, SAEKO TANAKA, SUNA RINTAROU, YACHI HITOKA, TSUKISHIMA KEI, ALISA HAIBA, KUROO TETSURO, KIYOKO SHIMIZU.

a/n: i had an unneccesary amount of trouble with tsukishima and kiyoko. i gotta get used to writing for them fr </3 also, this was hastily put together for today, so please forgive me if some personalities are weird. hope you enjoy, and happy national gf day to all my sweethearts out there!

OIKAWA TOORU ♡

TANAKA SAEKO ♡

SUNA RINTAROU ♡

YACHI HITOKA ♡

TSUKISHIMA KEI ♡

ALISA HAIBA ♡

KUROO TETSURO ♡

KIYOKO SHIMIZU ♡

[box-of-roses]

•*•*• Starring *•*•*

Daichi Sawamura

Breakup- you and Daichi break up (angst)

When they want to be babied- you take care of your boys (fluff)

Caught Bread Handed - Daichi catches his kleptomaniac s/o stealing (fluff)

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the captains react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Sugawara Koshi

Play Rehearsal- You get to be the lead in your school play but the other lead gets into an accident. Luckily, Suga is there to step in and resolve not only the play but your romantic tension too. (fluff)

When they want to be babied- you take care of your boys (fluff)

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the setters react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Asahi Azumane

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff)

Kiyoko Shimizu

Crush-You gain a crush on your longtime friend and after many failed attempts at getting rid of it you finally tell her.

Nishinoya Yu

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Flustered -he can't handle himself when you flirt back with him (fluff)

Tanaka Ryunosuke

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Tsukishima Kei

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Kageyama Tobio

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the setters react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Hinata Shoyo

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Yachi Hitoka

Girls-After running into a girl on her way to the club room Yachi has a crisis. After much encouragement from Hinata and Kiyoko she finds the pretty girl and asks her on a date

Saeko Tanaka

Casual-You ended your fwb relationship and go to a bar to mourn the loss of the friendship. You meet a pretty bartender who listens to your woes and offers you solace. After the bar closes she takes you to her house and you watch movies as she comforts you.

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an : yn doesn't watch musicals but listens to the soundtracks, in on the memes. zumicho canon is that stamped yn and off the charts yn would absolutely hate each others guts

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chapter three: coawrd 𓂃🖊 𓂃🖊𓂃wc: 1321𓂃🖊𓂃 off balance masterlist

You are seriously starting to regret coming to this goddamn party. It’s stiflingly hot in this living room, bodies of people you don’t know pressed up against you at every angle. You lost Kiyoko the second you walked in, Tanaka’s arm wrapped firmly around her waist as they made their way around the overcrowded apartment. Nishinoya disappeared eighteen seconds later, no doubt off to get sloppy drunk and flirt with every single person in the room. Luckily, Yachi is still with you, chattering away happily as she sips on the abnormally lime-colored drink she brought with her, but you’ve completely lost track of Yachi’s stream of consciousness, too aware of the thin lines of sweat making their way down your back and the soreness from practice that pulls at your muscles uncomfortably. 

There’s a little voice in the back of your head reminding you that this wouldn’t be nearly this miserable if you were not the most sober person here, but the knowledge that you have to be at the gym at seven am tomorrow is enough to stop yourself from drifting to the kitchen for a cup of whatever drink a group of college boys have managed to engineer. 

You manage to return your attention to Yachi just long enough to let her know you're stepping outside before you start squeezing your way through the room to the porch door. The sliding door sticks a bit when you pull on the handle, but after a particularly aggressive pull it gives in quickly, sliding open with a low screech that makes you wince.

The chill of the night air is an instant relief, and you can feel the uncomfortable heat that had been building inside you since you arrived begin to dissipate. The crowd of people outside is sparser, and you are careful to avoid the groups of people scattered around as you pick your way across the porch, wanting to avoid any possibility of conversation as you cross to the railing. 

The wood of the porch railing stings your elbow when you lean onto it for support, your other hand reaching into the small bag that rests at your hip to pull out the secret box of shame cigarettes you’ve tucked away in the hidden pocket of your purse and the atrociously patterned pink-and-yellow lighter Yachi got you for your birthday last year.

The coils of smoke have barely made their way into your lungs, the soreness in your shoulders from practice barely beginning to unwind, when someone settles to your right, their crossed arms resting on the railing next to your own. 

The mystery figure speaks before you can even react to his presence, “Cigarettes are terrible for you, y’know.” 

The words are barely out of his mouth but you’re already turning, ready to ask him what his problem is (or tell him to fuck off), but you find the words dying in your mouth as you register who exactly is giving you health advice at two am on the porch of the worst house party you’ve every been dragged to. 

Fuck. Hot Clinic Guy. 

You blanch, your brain going startlingly blank as you scramble to find something to say. Just as you think you’ve managed to collect yourself into something resembling a normal girl capable of holding a normal conversation with a normal man, your brain seems to clock out again, suddenly unable to focus on anything but strain of his biceps against the sleeves of his t-shirt. You’re starting to understand why it hurt so much when he punched you on Monday because holy shit he’s fucking ripped. 

By the time your stupid, traitorous brain clocks back in and stops thinking about his goddamn arms, an uncomfortable silence has settled over the two of you. 

Fuck. Say something. 

“Arms,” your brain supplies unhelpfully. 

“What the fuck?” your mouth supplies, equally as unhelpful. 

His brow furrows when he replies, gesturing at the cigarette you’re holding like you don’t know what he’s talking about- “You shouldn’t smoke- it’s terrible for you.” 

“That’s sort of the point.” you grumble in response. 

He doesn’t reply. 

You turn away from him again, but you can feel his eyes burning into the side of your head as you take a drag from your neglected cigarette. 

“How’s your wrist?” 

“Fine.” 

“You could always come back to the clinic,” he offers, “if it’s bothering you. I work every day but Tuesday.” 

You make a note in your head to only come to the clinic on Tuesdays. “Am I gonna get punched again if I come back?” you ask. 

You turn to look at him just in time to see the tips of his ears flush red, a blush creeping its way onto his alarmingly sharp cheekbones. 

“Sorry about that.” His reply is softer than you expected, missing the sharp edge you can usually hear in his tone. “I-”

“It’s fine,” you interrupt. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but is cut off by the appearance of an oddly… sparkly brunette appearing behind him, slinging a lanky arm around his shoulders. 

Fucking great. The twink’s here too. 

You debate jumping off the porch. A three story fall can’t hurt that bad, can it? It would certainly be less painful than this.

The sparkly brunette extends his sparkly hand with an offer of his name. 

Oikawa Tooru. Stupid fucking name. 

You choose to ignore his hand, opting for a drag of the cigarette, though you do give him your name in return, your common manners overriding the strong urge you have to throw yourself off the fucking porch. 

Hot clinic guy shoves his arm off with what sounds suspiciously like a murder threat, pushing him away from the two of you. Oikawa seems completely undeterred by this, turning back to you with a shit-eating grin and a sunny tone as he asks “Do you have an extra cigarette?” 

Hot clinic guy swats his arm. “What the fuck?” he barks, “You don’t even smoke, shithead.” 

Oikawa’s grin never falters as he replies, “I’m not gonna smoke it, Iwa. I just wanna look cool.”

Hot clinic guy hits him again, but it doesn’t deter Oikawa from holding his hand out expectantly to you. 

You cannot believe you are about to waste a cigarette on Edward fucking Cullen but you truly do not see a better way out of this situation, so you extend a cigarette to him. “Do you need a light?” you offer. 

“Nah,” he replies, “I just wanna hold it.” 

Jesus. 

You’re hoping that that’ll be the end of it, and the two of them will go back to the party, but Oikawa stays there, grinning like he’s having the time of his life standing on the porch with his newly acquired unlit cigarette. Hot clinic guy stands next to him, scowling like someone just pissed in his shoes. 

Oikawa seems perfectly content to stand there grinning at you like a fat cat who just killed a mouse all night, but hot clinic guy swats at him between orders to fuck off until he finally slinks away.

Your cigarette is gone, burned into a nub that warms your fingers uncomfortably. You quickly grind it out in the ashtray on the railing near you. 

Hot clinic guy is already speaking when you straighten back up. “Sorry about him.” he says, eyes fixed on your face, “He’s a dick.” 

Against your will, you huff out a laugh. “It’s fine,” you assure him.

He starts to speak but hesitates, and you take the brief moment of silence to step back towards the door. “I have to go find my friends,” you lie, “they’ll start looking for me if I'm gone too long.” You don’t wait to hear him respond, turning away from him to make your way back into the party. 

Even as you feel his sharp gaze burning into the back of your head, you don’t turn back. 

more:

noya was banned from pregaming at kiyoko and yachis apartment after breaking two lamps and the coffee table trying to do a cartwheel 4 shots in

yn really genuinely believes that iwaizumi is not into her after their first interaction and thinks he just feels bad. she hates pity so she hates him but is also so into him it’s not even funny.

iwaizumi was not wearing his name tag when yn came to the clinic and now she genuinely does not know his name

oikawa walked around all night with that damn cigarette. tucked it behind his ear and thought he was hot shit

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work of art - akaashi keiji x reader

after getting introduced to a girl who majors in fine arts, akaashi keiji realises that all he desires to do is help her find her passion for making art all over again

status: ongoing , not started yet

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tags / warnings : slow burn (maybe) , fem!reader , smau , university au , happy endings , fluff , slight angst , miscommunication , tension , modern , grief , mentions of death , fanon , childhood , alchohol , characters probably not in character

! double check each chapter for added on warnings

disclaimer - this is my first fic so it will be horrendous

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extras - yn style guide

intros - RENT (1996)

part one - coming soon

[yunwangja]

the prophecy | verse 18: cards on the table

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tobio's heart races as he bursts out of his apartment, barely pausing to lock the door behind him. the cold night air hits him hard as he steps outside, but he barely feels it. his mind is focused on one thing: finding you.

his first instinct is to head to your apartment. he takes off at a run, his breath coming in short, controlled bursts as he covers the distance quickly. when he reaches your building, he sprints up the steps and pounds on your door.

"y/n! it's me, tobio! are you there?" he calls out, his voice echoing in the hallway. he waits, his ear pressed against the door, straining to hear any sign of movement inside. but there's nothing. no footsteps, no shuffling, nothing. his anxiety spikes, and he knows he can't waste any more time waiting.

he runs back down the steps and out into the night, his eyes scanning the empty streets. he knows you can't be far. he starts running again, his legs pumping hard as he navigates the dark, deserted streets.

as he runs, his mind races with worry. the thought of you out here alone in the cold, vulnerable and sick, makes his chest tighten with fear. he pushes himself to run faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rounds the corner onto your street.

then he sees you. you're just ahead, your figure illuminated by the dim glow of a streetlamp. you're moving slowly, unsteadily, and he can see from here how much you're struggling. his heart leaps into his throat as he watches you falter, your body swaying dangerously. he shouts your name, but his voice is lost in the night air.

he breaks into a sprint, his feet pounding against the pavement as he races towards you. he sees you stumble, your knees buckling as you fall to the ground. panic surges through him, and he pushes himself even harder, closing the distance between you as quickly as he can. just as you start to collapse, he reaches you, his arms wrapping around you to keep you from hitting the ground.

you wake up groggy and disoriented. blinking slowly, you try to make sense of your surroundings. the soft glow of early morning light filters through the curtains, casting gentle shadows around the room. as your vision clears, you notice the medical supplies scattered around you: a thermometer, sheets of medicine pills, and a glass of water on the bedside table.

you look at the clock near you and see that it’s 5:24 in the morning. you slowly turn your head and see tobio sitting in a chair nearby, his eyes shadowed with concern and exhaustion.

he must have stayed up all night to watch over you. when he notices you're awake, he immediately moves to your side, his expression serious and hard to read.

"how are you feeling?" he asks, his voice quiet but firm. there's no hint of a smile, just a focused intensity that makes it clear he's worried, even if he doesn't show it openly.

you try to speak, but your throat feels scratchy, and your head is still pounding. instead, you manage a weak smile and a nod, indicating that you're feeling a bit better. tobio nods back, a flicker of relief crossing his face before his serious demeanor returns.

"good. let's get you settled first," he says, helping you sit up and propping some pillows behind your back for support. he hands you a glass of water and medicine. "take this, it'll help."

you obediently swallow the medicine, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. you can't shake the feeling that you've been a burden, and the thought of tobio spending the night taking care of you makes your cheeks burn with shame. you look down, avoiding his gaze.

"how did i get back home?" you ask hesitantly, your voice raspy.

"i took you to an emergency clinic," tobio replies, his tone matter-of-fact. "they gave you some fluids and medication to bring down the fever. kou helped me bring you back here afterward. he rushed there after he was done with his group project since he was so worried."

the mention of kou's concern adds to your guilt. you nod slowly, processing the information. "thank you," you say softly, feeling overwhelmed by the care you've received.

tobio stays by your side, adjusting your blanket and making sure you are comfortable. he then takes a seat on the edge of the bed, watching you with a mixture of concern and frustration in his eyes.

he looks at you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. "just rest," he finally says, his voice softening slightly. "i didn’t like seeing you like that."

tobio stays a little longer, making sure you're settled and comfortable. he tidies up the medical supplies, arranges your medication within easy reach, and even repositions the curtains to let in just the right amount of light. his actions are methodical, almost clinical, but there's a tenderness in the way he moves that doesn't go unnoticed.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, he stands up. "i'll be back soon," he says, his voice a bit softer now.

"i have training, but i have a two-hour break later in the afternoon," he continues, "take your meds, reheat the food i made, and rest up. i'll check on you later, and we'll talk, okay?"

"okay..." you reply.

you feel like a child being taken care of, and despite your usual insistence on handling things on your own, you find it hard to argue with him. his concern is evident, even if he doesn't show it in the usual comforting ways. you can sense his frustration, and it makes you feel even worse.

tobio watches you for a moment, his eyes softening slightly. in his head, he finds you undeniably cute in your vulnerable state, but he hides his reaction, maintaining his serious demeanor. he knows he has to be stern to ensure you take care of yourself.

you watch as he gathers his things, taking one last look around the room to make sure everything is in order. then, with a final glance at you, he heads for the door. he pauses at the threshold, turning back to you one more time.

"take care of yourself, y/n," he says quietly, and then he leaves, closing the door softly behind him.

as you lay back down, you can't shake the feeling that maybe you've upset him. the memory of his serious expression and the way he quietly took care of you weighs heavily on your mind. you close your eyes, lettingthe promise of his return lull you back to sleep, determined to follow his lead and not cause any more trouble.

you sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the clock on your nightstand. each tick seems louder than the last, echoing in the quiet room. you can’t help but fidget with the edge of the blanket, your fingers nervously pulling at the fabric.

despite kou and your other friends’ reassurances that tobio won’t be mad, a heavy knot of anxiety lingers in your chest. you replay their words in your mind over and over again, trying to find solace in them, but the reality of the situation feels so much more daunting than the vague comfort of their words.

the seconds stretch into minutes, and you find yourself glancing at the door every few seconds, your heart racing each time you hear a sound from the hallway. every creak of the floorboards or murmur of voices outside makes you jump. you try to calm your breathing, but it comes in shallow, uneven bursts.

you know you should be focusing on resting, but the thought of tobio's impending arrival keeps pulling you out of your anxious thoughts. what if he’s upset? what if he gets mad at you for being so reckless? these thoughts swirl in your mind like a storm, and you can't escape them. you try to steady your breathing, closing your eyes and wishing the anxiety away.

finally, you hear the sound of the door unlocking, and your heart leaps into your throat. you hold your breath, bracing yourself as you sit up a little straighter, your eyes fixed on the doorway. the door swings open, and tobio steps inside, his presence filling the room with a heavy sense of anticipation.

his expression is serious, and there’s a quiet determination in his eyes. it’s clear that he’s been thinking deeply about this moment, his face set in a look that you’ve come to recognize as his ‘thinking hard’ face. he’s dressed in his training gear, but the sight of him in his usual sportswear seems oddly formal in the context of this moment.

tobio closes the door behind him, and for a brief second, there’s a heavy silence between you two. you can feel the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air, and you watch as he walks slowly toward you. his steps are measured, almost deliberate, as if he’s carefully choosing his words and actions.

he moves with a quiet intensity, and you can’t help but notice how his demeanor is from his usual self when it’s just the two of you. he doesn’t smile, and there’s a certain tension in his posture that you haven’t seen before.

he takes a seat beside you on the bed, and there’s a moment where he just looks at you, searching for something in your eyes. the silence stretches out, a thick, almost tangible presence between you two. you fidget with the hem of your blanket, unable to hold his gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.

tobio’s eyes soften slightly as he looks at you, but the seriousness in his expression remains. "you look better, but you still need to rest."

the simple statement carries a hint of concern, though it’s wrapped in his serious tone. he reaches out to gently touch your forehead, checking to see if you still have a fever. his hand is warm, and for a moment, you close your eyes, savoring the small comfort of his touch.

"you ate and took the medicine on time right?" he asks, his gaze now focused on the empty bowl and the medicine bottle on the table.

you nod, though you know that you didn’t eat as much as you should have. "yes, i did."

you can see the concern in his eyes, and somehow a slight frustration that is clearly not directed at you but at the situation. it’s the kind of frustration that comes from caring too much, from being helpless in the face of someone else’s suffering.

there’s another pause, and you can almost feel the weight of his thoughts pressing down on both of you. you know he’s trying to stay calm, to be the strong one in this moment, but it’s clear that he’s struggling with his own emotions.

after a moment, you decided to cut the silence, took a deep breath, and looked at him. "i'm sorry, tobio."

tobio pauses before he sighs deeply, a mixture of relief and distress in his eyes. "why would you go out in the middle of the cold night alone when you have the highest fever known to man?"

you flinch at the edge in his voice, feeling a pang of guilt. "because i needed food, okay?" you say, the defensiveness in your tone masking the embarrassment you feel.

"yeah, but you could’ve called us," tobio says, his frustration breaking through his carefully maintained composure. "why do you insist on doing things alone?"

you feel a lump forming in your throat. "because you’re all busy. of course, i wouldn’t let you guys drop everything you’re doing for me."

tobio’s eyes narrow, and you can see him trying to keep his emotions in check. he takes a deep breath, the weight of his feelings evident in the way he grips the edge of the bed as you continue, "that’s how it works - i do things on my own. and that’s fine. that’s how it’s supposed to be."

"i don’t blame any of you guys," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "you guys are great friends, and i know you guys want to help, but at the end of the day, i am also not your responsibility."

tobio’s frustration becomes more evident, though his voice remains steady.

“well, i am willing to drop everything for you!”

your eyes widen, a mix of surprise and confusion flickering across your face. the intensity in tobio’s voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, you feel your heart tighten.

“look, i get it. we all get busy, and we all have our own lives at the end of the day. even me." he takes a step closer to you, his eyes searching yours.

"but you don’t have to do everything alone. if life taught you that’s how it’s supposed to be, then fuck them. they’re wrong. i’m telling you right now - you can lean on me."

you feel the tears welling up in your eyes as his words hit home, because you want to. you want to believe him. and there’s a part of you that wants to tell him to stay by your side. even when it’s inconvenient.

in fact, this was what you’ve always wanted. you wanted someone to be there no matter what. but the thing is, you want it selfishly.

your friends are different, as much as you loved and appreciated them. no matter how many times they say that they will always be there for you - and you believe them - it’s different.

you want someone’s undivided attention. someone who would come running to you with just one word. no exceptions, no reservations. where you don’t have to care about anything else, and they’d still come. and they’d love you with everything they have anyway.

and you wanted it to be tobio.

but that’s selfish. you’re being selfish. that’s just wrong.

you shake your head, struggling to hold back the tears. "i can’t ask too much from you, tobio."

"no, you absolutely can," tobio says, his voice softening. "and i beg you to please ask so much more from me."

what?

he takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with an intense, sincere emotion. "y/n, i’m in love with you. madly. and it hurts me to see you like this."

did he just say…

you can feel the weight of his words, the sincerity in his voice. his frustration melts away, replaced by a deep, intense concern for you. "you don't have to be alone - i can be with you. i can keep you company."

he reaches out, taking your hands in his. "i'll make you my responsibility. all you need to do is let me. no matter how busy i am and will be, i will always come running to you whenever you need me."

so… i can want him like this?

tears spill down your cheeks as you look at him, overwhelmed by his words. without thinking, you throw your arms around him, clinging to him tightly. tobio wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

"i love you," you whisper through your tears. you actually said it.

"i love you," tobio murmurs, his voice breaking slightly. those three words he said keeps ringing in your ear as you try to process what he said.

he’s in love with you. and you’re in love with him. he wants to be with you. and you want him all to yourself. and he’d do it gladly.

tobio pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes shining with emotion. then, he leans in and kisses you, a soft, tender kiss that makes your heart soar.

as you both pull away, breathless and (now) smiling, tobio stays for a while longer, sitting with you, his arm around your shoulders. his hand moves to cup your face, his thumb gently wiping away your remaining tears.

"i don’t like seeing you sick," he says softly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "but i’m not going to lie, you look cute."

you laugh softly, leaning into his touch. "i thought this was going to end badly," your voice barely above a whisper.

you feel a surge of warmth in your chest, knowing that you're not alone anymore. you look up at him, your eyes meeting his. the intensity of his gaze takes your breath away, and before you know it, his lips are on yours again, this time more urgent, more demanding.

"good thing it didn’t," he murmurs, "although i can still make this end up better. i still have time to spare. "

tobio's hands move to your waist, and he gently pushes you back onto the bed. your heart races as you feel his weight pressing down on you, his kisses growing more passionate. the world fades away, and all you can think about is him.

as the afternoon light filters through the curtains, you lose yourself in tobio.

notes !

yayayayay hope this was cute or smth

this concludes the prophecy !! dk if ill make a special chap

but i hope u guys liked this whole smau at the least, ik i have a lot of room for improvement but i did what i could lololol

this is basically a byproduct of my delusional ass and i hope this was "okay" for my first time !!

IF U DIDNT GET BORED AND READ THIS SMAU IN ITS ENTIRETY YOU'RE A REAL ONE

but no matter how much you've read (even those who wont finish this lol) i'm alr grateful with the thought that you all chose to give this a chance !!!

i thought no one was going to notice this so the fact that there were actual ppl who would interact with this work of mine is already a big thing to me ahhhh so thank you for giving this smau sum attention <33

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