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[tetsvya]

blanket hog, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  kuroo tetsuro is a blanket hog, plain and simple.

➼ pairing! timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

➼ warnings! none, this is pure fluff

➼ word count! 1.1k

➼ author’s note! erhm, hello! found this half-written piece i wrote last summer and finished it up. enjoy :p

"Tetsu," You hum out softly, pointer finger jabbing into the meat of said man's arm for the umpteenth time. As expected, Kuroo doesn't so much as move a muscle. Huffing quietly, you lean back onto your calves, knees digging further into your side of the mattress that you share with the insufferable man who currently lies with his back towards you. Eyes moving past him to get a glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table, you realize that after having completed your night routine and spending a good ten minutes attempting to wake up your boyfriend, a new day has begun, and god, are you tired. So despite knowing it's most likely futile, you give one last call of your boyfriend's name. He remains asleep, or what you personally believe to be a pretense of sleep. And normally, you'd simply leave him to his own devices. But there was one issue.

He's hogging the entire comforter. And the room is freezing.

But you also know what he's doing. Kuroo has always been a provocative man, living for the thrill of riling up others - dishing out teasing remarks and displaying mischievous behavior. And you have a suspicious inkling that this is most likely your "payback" for not coming to bed earlier with him when he had asked you to, instead opting to tell him you'd join him later. He had insisted on you coming with him, but all you could do was offer him a chaste kiss on the cheek before bidding him a good night. And so he went, sulking all the way. However, you really couldn't be blamed. You had been sent home with a ridiculous amount of paperwork, and since it was your Friday, you had wanted to knock it all out tonight so that you didn't have to fret about it on your days off from work.

Still, in Kuroo's deluded mind, it was probably considered an unforgivable betrayal.

Thus, this was him "getting back" at you. But unfortunately for your boyfriend, you are anything but compliant. So instead of playing into his antics, you kick your legs out from under you, so that you're no longer sitting on your knees, before settling back into your spot of the bed, albeit a bit further from Tetsurou than normal. And instead of trying to tug the blanket out of his hold, you merely curl up into a ball, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them in an exaggerated attempt at conserving your body heat.

Because you know your boyfriend. And you've been with him long enough to know that he can never keep up with his antics for too long, especially not at the expense of you. The sight of you, cold and curled up in the bed, would surely be one to tug on his heartstrings. The thought alone makes a smile curl onto your face, and it widens even more so when you feel just the slightest shift of movement coming from the other side of the bed.

You knew that little shit wasn't sleeping.

Still, you refuse to acknowledge him. Instead, you remain curled into yourself, deciding it's your turn to feign sleep. Eyes fluttering shut, you school your features into a passive one. Moments pass in silence, and in all honesty, as each one ticks by, you find that you could probably slip into true slumber at any second, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you and settling deep into your bones. Blanket and Kuroo be damned.

Just before your body fully gives way to its fatigue, arms are suddenly slithering around your waist and gently pulling you back, until your back is pulled flush against Kuroo's chest. A wave of warmth rushes over you when you feel the plush material of the comforter you share with your boyfriend being draped over your body, along with the combined warmth of his body heat. As a result, your limbs slowly retract from your body, legs and arms straightening out as you practically melt into the warmth that's now engulfing you. You nearly miss the quiet huff of air that comes from behind you as your body grows more lax. But your ears pick up on it, and the smile that has been playing at your lips since you first felt Kuroo's touch on your skin grows tenfold. 

He couldn't even last two minutes.

"You're so mean," Tetsurou's sleep-ridden voice vibrates against the shell of your ear, soft lips brushing against the skin there with each word being spoken. You won't admit it but the soft touches have you melting back against his chest.

"Says the one who was going to just leave me out in the cold."

A huff slips past Kuroo's lips, but still, his arms tighten around your waist.

"You deserved it," Came Kuroo's childish retort and you can practically hear the pout on his lips as he speaks.

An incredulous laugh slips past your lips, and you twist in his hold so that you can meet your boyfriend's gaze. He's pulled you so close to him that your nose nearly bumps against his when you resettle, and just like you predicted, his lips are turned down into a small pout.

"And why exactly do I deserve it, pray tell?"

"You wouldn't come to bed with me." His pout deepens, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop the laughter that is bubbling in your throat and threatens to slip past them.

"Aw, my poor baby." You coo instead, fingers reaching out to give his cheek a pinching little tug. He's quick to swat your hand away but he doesn't let you pull away, instead threading his fingers through yours and letting your conjoined hands fall against his chest. The action has your teasing tone slipping away, and a more sincere gaze replacing your prior mischievous one as you peer up at your boyfriend. It's not hard to notice the small bags he has forming under his eyes, faint hues of blue and purple beneath them acting as a testament to his own demanding workload and exhaustion. Frowning slightly, you reach out with your free hand to push some of the hair off his forehead, touch featherlight and gentle as you take him in, "Well, I'm here now."

"Yeah, well, it's too late." Kuroo huffs out, as if he's not currently entangling his legs with yours and tugging you even closer to his body, free hand guiding your head to rest in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, yeah." You roll your eyes in response, but there's a content smile playing at your lips as you feel the soft kiss he presses to your forehead, "Definitely too late."

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and when i say i’m finally working on a continuation of this?? 😝

no but i am actually so blown away by how much love this this post got so thank you to everyone who interacted with it!! and sorry to those who followed me as a result of it and never got anything else from me 🫣 i am rewatching haikyuu though and did get inspiration for a short continuation of this so keep an eye out!

and seriously, thank you all again. would have never thought this post would have gotten so big and i am so so grateful. <3

clueless, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  kuroo tetsuro has a thing for girls with long hair. so what if you're a girl with long hair? that doesn’t mean anything!

➼ pairing! kuroo tetsuro x fem!manager!reader

➼ warnings! none, just fluff and humor. maybe ooc because i haven't written in years??? unfortunately, because this is based on the scene of kuroo and yaku arguing about their preference, this is really for my long haired girlies 😣 i apologize to the short haired readers

➼ word count! about 1.4k

➼ author’s note! "haikyuu renassiance!" we all cheer in unison. anywho, this is my first time posting in two years. please be nice to me 🫡

"So, you prefer girls with short hair then, Yaku?" Kai asks, shedding off the white button-up of his school uniform and revealing his black practice t-shirt. The three third-year Nekoma players had found themselves in an empty classroom, deciding to use it as a makeshift changing room. Luckily for them, they had all worn their clean practice clothes under their school uniforms. Doing so allowed them to save time and cut back the number of minutes they were already going to be late to practice, thanks to Yaku getting distracted by a group of girls, which Kai noted all had short hair. Hence, his question.

Yaku paused his work of ridding himself of his tie to send Kai a proud grin, pointing towards him with both hands, “Yesss!

"And you, Kuroo?" Kai turns to him, now curious to know his captain's answer as well.

"Long." Kuroo's answer is firm, leaving no room for debate. Still, he glances at Yaku, as if daring him to try.

Yaku only snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he too turns to look at his captain, "Like that wasn't obvious."

"Ehh," Kuroo's eyes narrow, head craning down to peer at the libero, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Yaku starts, taking a step closer as he peers right back up at Kuroo, "Everyone knows you have a crush on our manager, who just so happens to have the longest hair I've ever seen!"

"Ehh?" Kuroo repeats, louder this time as he cranes his head down even more, "Who says I have a crush—"

"Hey!" The door to the classroom slides open with a shocking force, startling the boys and drawing the attention of all three of them to it. Kuroo and Yaku both grow rigid as they find you standing in its opening. Quiet pants slip past your lips, and you take a moment to catch your breath as you stare at the three of them before you begin speaking, "There you guys are! I've been looking for the three of you everywhere."

"Hello," Kai greets kindly, the only one not left in a stupor at your sudden appearance, smiling as you make your way into the classroom. "We apologize, we're running a bit late."

"Yeah," You huff, coming to a stop a few steps away from them as you cross your arms, "It was your guys' turn to set up the nets. So when you guys didn't show up in time to do so and none of you answered your phones, Coach sent me to find you guys. Didn't know I'd be going on a wild goose chase."

Your words leave you in a huff before your eyes land on Kuroo, raising an eyebrow at the captain. His shoulders tense even more at the sudden eye contact and he's quick to snap his head in the other direction. Kuroo suddenly feels warm, realizing how you could have easily heard the conversation transpiring between the three of them. Stupid Yaku, Kuroo curses the libero in his head, doesn't even know what he's talking about.

"Sorry, Y/N." And of course it’s Yaku who disrupts his thoughts, pulling Kuroo's eyes to him just as he sends you an innocent smile, "We got carried away, talking."

There's a teasing tone to Yaku's voice, and Kuroo knows it's directed at him. Why is he friends with him again?

"I don't even want to know," You speak, and Kuroo can envision you shaking your head at the three of them, "Just get dressed and get to the gym as quick as possible, please."

All three boys give some noise of recognition in response to your words, and Kuroo takes the chance to glance at you then. He's quick to regret it. Your hand rises just as he locks eyes with you, reaching up to tuck some of the more unruly pieces of your hair (which most likely came undone due to your seemingly frantic search of the three third years) behind your ear and out of your face. Kuroo's eyes follow the movement of your hand, trailing downwards and taking in the long strands of hair that fall well past your shoulders. Once again all too aware of the conversation he was just having with his teammates, the tips of his ears burn as he pulls his gaze away from you once more. He shakes his head, trying to get Yaku's words out of his mind. Just because he liked girls with long hair, and just because you so happened to be a girl with long hair, did not mean he liked you.

Right?

A snort of laughter suddenly leaves Yaku, having caught the interaction, and Kuroo turns to him with a heated glare. You don't miss the exchange between them either.

"Are you two having one of your petty arguments again?" You accuse, eyes glancing between Kuroo and Yaku who are suddenly staring back at you like two deers caught in headlights. "Seriously, you've been fighting like this since first year. What topic could you guys possibly still be discussing?"

Yaku's smirk returns as he glances at his captain with an all too knowing look before he turns back to you, "Well, if you really want to kn—"

"Nope!" Kuroo is quick to interject, speaking for the first time since you entered and drawing your attention away from Yaku and back to the captain himself. Your eyes widen as he begins to take long strides in your direction. "No arguing here!"

Your lips part, confusion taking over your features at the odd behavior your captain is displaying. You don't get the chance to say anything, however, as Kuroo makes a show of glancing at the clock on the wall before turning back to you with a dramatic gasp, "Oh, would you look at the time! We should really be heading to practice."

"You still have your school shirt on, Kuroo.” You point out when he stops in front of you, pointedly glancing down at Kuroo's attire, which consisted of his practice shorts and white button-up, with his red school tie hung loosely around his neck.

"I'll just change it once we're in the gym," Kuroo responds, waving away your interjections before he drops his hands onto your shoulders and forces you to turn around and back toward the door. You attempt to dig your heels down when he begins to push you in the direction of the door, but you're truly no match for his strength. Stupid volleyball training.

"Kuroo," You voice your protests, attempting to swat at his hands in order to get him to release you. Once again, your attempts remain futile, "Let go of me!"

"No can do! As captain and manager, it's our job to be on time to every practice. What would our team do without us?" Kuroo shakes his head, clicking his tongue as if he's scolding you. He turns back to Kai and Yaku, flashing them a warning smile, daring them to say another word. Yaku merely watches on with an unamused look, while Kai holds a placid smile. There's extra sweetness in his voice as he practically chirps out, "Bring my stuff to the club room, will you?"

"I was on time!" You retort, not giving Kai nor Yaku a chance to respond to their exasperating captain as you send them a pointed look, all the while succumbing to your fate and allowing Kuroo to push you out of the classroom. After all, he did have a point. It probably wouldn't be long before Lev managed to push somebody's buttons (most likely Yamamoto’s) one too many times and ended up in hot water. "The only reason I'm not there right now is because I came looking for you guys!"

"Ah, now is not the time to deal blame, Y/N. Our juniors are waiting on us." Kuroo argues back, shaking his head as he removes one hand from your shoulder to slide the door shut behind the two of you. Still, Yaku and Kai face the door as the sound of your guys' bickering persists. It grows quieter and quieter with each passing moment, and it isn’t until they can no longer hear your guys' voices does Yaku glance away with a shake of his head.

"He's clueless." Yaku deadpans, glancing back down at his tie as he continues to work on untying it.

Kai nods, neatly folding his button-up before placing it in his bag. "Completely."

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the love on my kuroo post is making me giggle and kick my feet i swear, y’all are too sweet omg 😭 i’ve been wanting to get back into writing for so long but i’ve been so nervous about posting on here again and now i feel so motivated to do so 🥹

[tetsvya]

clueless, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  kuroo tetsuro has a thing for girls with long hair. so what if you're a girl with long hair? that doesn’t mean anything!

➼ pairing! kuroo tetsuro x fem!manager!reader

➼ warnings! none, just fluff and humor. maybe ooc because i haven't written in years??? unfortunately, because this is based on the scene of kuroo and yaku arguing about their preference, this is really for my long haired girlies 😣 i apologize to the short haired readers

➼ word count! about 1.4k

➼ author’s note! "haikyuu renassiance!" we all cheer in unison. anywho, this is my first time posting in two years. please be nice to me 🫡

"So, you prefer girls with short hair then, Yaku?" Kai asks, shedding off the white button-up of his school uniform and revealing his black practice t-shirt. The three third-year Nekoma players had found themselves in an empty classroom, deciding to use it as a makeshift changing room. Luckily for them, they had all worn their clean practice clothes under their school uniforms. Doing so allowed them to save time and cut back the number of minutes they were already going to be late to practice, thanks to Yaku getting distracted by a group of girls, which Kai noted all had short hair. Hence, his question.

Yaku paused his work of ridding himself of his tie to send Kai a proud grin, pointing towards him with both hands, “Yesss!

"And you, Kuroo?" Kai turns to him, now curious to know his captain's answer as well.

"Long." Kuroo's answer is firm, leaving no room for debate. Still, he glances at Yaku, as if daring him to try.

Yaku only snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he too turns to look at his captain, "Like that wasn't obvious."

"Ehh," Kuroo's eyes narrow, head craning down to peer at the libero, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Yaku starts, taking a step closer as he peers right back up at Kuroo, "Everyone knows you have a crush on our manager, who just so happens to have the longest hair I've ever seen!"

"Ehh?" Kuroo repeats, louder this time as he cranes his head down even more, "Who says I have a crush—"

"Hey!" The door to the classroom slides open with a shocking force, startling the boys and drawing the attention of all three of them to it. Kuroo and Yaku both grow rigid as they find you standing in its opening. Quiet pants slip past your lips, and you take a moment to catch your breath as you stare at the three of them before you begin speaking, "There you guys are! I've been looking for the three of you everywhere."

"Hello," Kai greets kindly, the only one not left in a stupor at your sudden appearance, smiling as you make your way into the classroom. "We apologize, we're running a bit late."

"Yeah," You huff, coming to a stop a few steps away from them as you cross your arms, "It was your guys' turn to set up the nets. So when you guys didn't show up in time to do so and none of you answered your phones, Coach sent me to find you guys. Didn't know I'd be going on a wild goose chase."

Your words leave you in a huff before your eyes land on Kuroo, raising an eyebrow at the captain. His shoulders tense even more at the sudden eye contact and he's quick to snap his head in the other direction. Kuroo suddenly feels warm, realizing how you could have easily heard the conversation transpiring between the three of them. Stupid Yaku, Kuroo curses the libero in his head, doesn't even know what he's talking about.

"Sorry, Y/N." And of course it’s Yaku who disrupts his thoughts, pulling Kuroo's eyes to him just as he sends you an innocent smile, "We got carried away, talking."

There's a teasing tone to Yaku's voice, and Kuroo knows it's directed at him. Why is he friends with him again?

"I don't even want to know," You speak, and Kuroo can envision you shaking your head at the three of them, "Just get dressed and get to the gym as quick as possible, please."

All three boys give some noise of recognition in response to your words, and Kuroo takes the chance to glance at you then. He's quick to regret it. Your hand rises just as he locks eyes with you, reaching up to tuck some of the more unruly pieces of your hair (which most likely came undone due to your seemingly frantic search of the three third years) behind your ear and out of your face. Kuroo's eyes follow the movement of your hand, trailing downwards and taking in the long strands of hair that fall well past your shoulders. Once again all too aware of the conversation he was just having with his teammates, the tips of his ears burn as he pulls his gaze away from you once more. He shakes his head, trying to get Yaku's words out of his mind. Just because he liked girls with long hair, and just because you so happened to be a girl with long hair, did not mean he liked you.

Right?

A snort of laughter suddenly leaves Yaku, having caught the interaction, and Kuroo turns to him with a heated glare. You don't miss the exchange between them either.

"Are you two having one of your petty arguments again?" You accuse, eyes glancing between Kuroo and Yaku who are suddenly staring back at you like two deers caught in headlights. "Seriously, you've been fighting like this since first year. What topic could you guys possibly still be discussing?"

Yaku's smirk returns as he glances at his captain with an all too knowing look before he turns back to you, "Well, if you really want to kn—"

"Nope!" Kuroo is quick to interject, speaking for the first time since you entered and drawing your attention away from Yaku and back to the captain himself. Your eyes widen as he begins to take long strides in your direction. "No arguing here!"

Your lips part, confusion taking over your features at the odd behavior your captain is displaying. You don't get the chance to say anything, however, as Kuroo makes a show of glancing at the clock on the wall before turning back to you with a dramatic gasp, "Oh, would you look at the time! We should really be heading to practice."

"You still have your school shirt on, Kuroo.” You point out when he stops in front of you, pointedly glancing down at Kuroo's attire, which consisted of his practice shorts and white button-up, with his red school tie hung loosely around his neck.

"I'll just change it once we're in the gym," Kuroo responds, waving away your interjections before he drops his hands onto your shoulders and forces you to turn around and back toward the door. You attempt to dig your heels down when he begins to push you in the direction of the door, but you're truly no match for his strength. Stupid volleyball training.

"Kuroo," You voice your protests, attempting to swat at his hands in order to get him to release you. Once again, your attempts remain futile, "Let go of me!"

"No can do! As captain and manager, it's our job to be on time to every practice. What would our team do without us?" Kuroo shakes his head, clicking his tongue as if he's scolding you. He turns back to Kai and Yaku, flashing them a warning smile, daring them to say another word. Yaku merely watches on with an unamused look, while Kai holds a placid smile. There's extra sweetness in his voice as he practically chirps out, "Bring my stuff to the club room, will you?"

"I was on time!" You retort, not giving Kai nor Yaku a chance to respond to their exasperating captain as you send them a pointed look, all the while succumbing to your fate and allowing Kuroo to push you out of the classroom. After all, he did have a point. It probably wouldn't be long before Lev managed to push somebody's buttons (most likely Yamamoto’s) one too many times and ended up in hot water. "The only reason I'm not there right now is because I came looking for you guys!"

"Ah, now is not the time to deal blame, Y/N. Our juniors are waiting on us." Kuroo argues back, shaking his head as he removes one hand from your shoulder to slide the door shut behind the two of you. Still, Yaku and Kai face the door as the sound of your guys' bickering persists. It grows quieter and quieter with each passing moment, and it isn’t until they can no longer hear your guys' voices does Yaku glance away with a shake of his head.

"He's clueless." Yaku deadpans, glancing back down at his tie as he continues to work on untying it.

Kai nods, neatly folding his button-up before placing it in his bag. "Completely."

[tetsvya]

just saw the haikyuu movie and am currently rewatching the show, i fear i am going to be insufferable

[tetsvya]

The room you've inhabited for the past four years of university looks entirely foreign to you now that it's nearly completely bare of all of your belongings, and it incites a somber feeling that blossoms in your chest. But it doesn't do much to hinder the excitement that's been festering in your belly for the past few months, the feeling basically inconsolable at this point. So despite the slight sadness you feel in your heart, you march over to your closest and whip the door open, prepared to take on one last task before your room will be completely vacant:

Going through your closet.

Settling the large and empty cardboard box at your feet, you decide to tackle one end of your closet first and make your way to the other end. Reaching out, your hand encloses around a soft material. Pulling it out of your closet, you instantly recognize the sweater. And as you peer down at the faded material, you're transported back to a time that feels like forever ago.

Second year of high school, on the third day of December.

"Hell," You whine to yourself, hands running up and down your arms in a poor attempt to warm yourself up, "It's freezing."

The cold air nips at the exposed skin of your arms, and you curse yourself for not checking the weather before you left home this morning. Granted, it hadn't been nearly this cold at all during the school day, but the afternoon weather had you contemplating finding a warm place for some solace until your mom got off of work and could pick you up. Hand moving to fish your phone out of your pocket so you could look up the nearest cafe, your movements were halted when you felt something fall over your shoulders. Tensing, you falter in your step when you realize that someone had placed their sweater on you.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Blinking, you turn your head to the side to find the person both the sweater and the voice belonged to, "Kei?"

"Who else?" He replies, hands stuffed in the pockets of the volleyball jacket he wears as he slows his steps to match yours.

"I thought you had practice today?" You question, recalling Yamaguchi informing you that they wouldn't be able to walk home with you today because of volleyball.

"Got canceled" He states plainly, eyes set forth before him.

"Yamaguchi?" You ask.

"He decided to stay back and study with Hinata and Kageyama."

"Oh," Is all you can offer before your eyes are drawn back to the material draped over your shoulders. Deciding there's no harm to be done, you slip your arms properly into the sleeves before zipping the sweater up. Fingers curling around the end of the sleeves, you tug them over your hands in an attempt to gain some feeling back in your fingers, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

The rest of your walk home is relatively quiet, as they always are when it's just you and Kei. When you reach your home, he stops at the top of your driveway like he always does and waits for you to open your door. Once your door is pushed open, you bid him farewell with a small wave. However, before you can enter the threshold of your home, you're suddenly reminded of what you're wearing.

"Hey, wait!" You called, turning around to catch him just as he reaches the end of your driveway. He pauses in his step, turning around to meet your eyes. You begin to shrug the material off your shoulders, "Your sweater—"

"Keep it," He shrugs, halting your movements. Avoiding your eyes, he turns his back to you once more, "It looks way better on you than it ever has on me."

Heart thumping wildly against your chest, a new warmth floods your body from head to toe as you can't help but stare at the spot he once occupied even after he's long gone, no longer feeling the effects of the cold on your skin.

"What are you doing?"

Blinking, your shoulders perk up as you crane your head to peer behind you. Kei hovers at the entrance of your room, a cardboard box that you assume to be filled with all your belongings from the bathroom swaddled in his hands.

"Nothing" You hum, quickly dropping the sweater into the cardboard box lying at your feet as you reach for another one.

"Well stop wasting time," He chastises, although there's no heat in his words. "At the rate you’re going, you won't be moving in until the new year."

A hum of amusement slips past your lips, the corner of your mouth pulling upward into a teasing smile, "You sure can't wait until I move in with you, can you Kei?"

Eyes rolling, Tsukishima shakes his head as he sets the box down in the spot where your bed used to be, "No, I can't."

Cheeks warming up at his unexpected response, you turn back to your task at hand, "Shut up."

"Just being honest," You can hear the amusement plain as day in his words.

His feet patter quietly against your carpeted floor as he begins to walk over to you. You do your best to ignore his approaching figure, but you can't do so any longer when his shoulder brushes against yours. Peering at him through the corner of your eye, you watch as Kei begins to take things out of your closest. He pulls out a sweatshirt, one you've had for years now.

"Keep?" He speaks, turning to look at you. Acting as if you hadn't already been eying the piece of clothing in his hands, you turn in his direction, eyebrow rising as you peer down at the sweatshirt he holds out to you.

"Keep," You nod, looking up at him just in time to see his lips purse. Eyebrow raising, your lips twitch upwards in amusement, "What?"

"You haven't worn this since third year."

Appalled, your lips part as you narrow your eyes at him, "It has sentimental value!"

"It's a sweatshirt!" He argues back, "How can it have sentimental value?"

Turning away from him, you pull out another jacket, "I'm keeping it."

You can envision the way his eye undoubtedly twitches. Still, he concedes.

"Fine," He sighs, folding the sweater before dropping it into the box. You can't help the way you begin to smile when he starts to mutter to himself, pulling out another article of your clothing. You’re quick to fold it before placing it in the box. Your eyes catch sight of the first sweater once again, its sleeve hanging out of the side of the box.

"Hey?" You call out suddenly, catching the blonde's attention once more, "What's the date?"

Tsukishima blinks, questioning your sudden curiosity but he ends up shrugging his questions away, "I don't know, December 3rd I think."

The slow curl of your lips does not go unnoticed by Kei.

Eyebrow raising, he can't quell his curiosity this time, "Why?"

Shaking your head, you peel your eyes away from the sweater once more, meeting his gaze with a knowing smile, "No reason."

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returning from the dead to post another tsukishima drabble that i whipped up in an hour

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haikyuu characters that would make paper rings with you; TENDOU, iwaizumi, sugawara, kindaichi <3, hinata, koganegawa, AONE, kita, hirugami s, komori, BOKUTO, suna, yamaguchi

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Hello! Your theme is really pretty!!

hi!! thank you so much <33

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cw: rusty writing, not properly edited, reader is very upset, tsukishima doesn’t know how to comfort ppl, possibly ooc

As Tsukishima Kei maneuvers his way through one of the less frequented courtyards of the school, he comes to a stop when he notices you sitting on a bench by yourself, head hung low. To somebody else, it probably would've seemed like you were simply enjoying some alone time during your break. But Tsukishima knows you, and he's always been really good at reading you, ever since the two of you were kids. So he knows the tale-tell signs of when you're upset, and right now, every single one of them is as clear as day to him. It makes him contemplate making his way over to you. If it were anyone else, Tsukishima’s sure he would have simply walked past them without batting an eye. But it wasn't just anyone.

It was you. And you've always been different.

You're precious to him, like Yamaguchi. Someone he considers a close friend deep down, no matter what he portrays it as on the surface. But there are certain things he feels for you that he doesn't feel for Yamaguchi, whether he likes to admit it or not. And those are the things that have him trekking through the dewy grass and crossing the courtyard in a few long strides. He comes to a stop just before the bench you're sitting on, but you don't seem to notice. He clears his throat to announce his presence.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Your head snaps up, and you resemble a wild deer caught in the blinding headlights of a car when your gaze meets his. You're quick to turn your head to the side, hands flying up to hastily wipe at your tears. It doesn't really matter though, he's already seen them. You seem to realize that too as your hands slowly slip away from your face, falling into your lap as your shoulders hunch. You still refuse to meet his eyes.

Your voice wobbles as you speak, "Yeah, go ahead."

He silently settles down into the spot beside you, making sure to put a good few inches of space in between the two of you. He sets his backpack on the ground beside his feet before leaning back into the bench, his hands resting on either side of him. Apart from the occasional sniffle you try desperately to hide and he pretends not to hear, a silence settles over the two of you.

Tsukishima would like to say that it was a comfortable silence, the type of silence you'd need to feel better. But then he'd be lying, and he's never really been one to lie.

And he's also never been one to comfort others. So that's why you two sit in a thick, uncomfortable silence as he tries to rack his brain for something to say. He comes to the conclusion that there really isn't anything for him to say, not when he doesn't even know why you're so upset in the first place. He could ask what's wrong, but even if he did, it's not like he'd suddenly know the magic words to make you feel better. He could tell you that everything was going to be okay, but who was he to say that? Besides, he's never been a big fan of hearing those so called "comforting words" while he himself was upset, so he doubts they’d be any real comfort to you.

Suddenly, he's struck with an idea, and as he spares you another glance, he figures it's worth a shot. Sliding his hand into the right pocket of his trousers, he fishes his phone out. Unbeknownst to him, you glance at him through the corner of your eye, watching for a moment as he fumbles with something. Frowning, you’re quick to avert your gaze away from him. A few more moments of silence pass over the two of you before he's clearing his throat and thrusting something out to you.

Blinking, you crane your head to the side, finding his outstretched hand holding an earbud out to you.

Hesitating, your gaze flitters upwards, until your eyes are meeting his. He simply raises an eyebrow. You reach out then, gingerly taking the earbud from his fingers. Your fingertips brush against his as you do so, and while he's sure you don't even pick up on the slight touch, it sends his stomach into an uncomfortable fit of what some might call butterflies (he thinks a nuisance is a better phrase for it). You slip the bud into your right ear before you're silently turning away from him once more. Tsukishima watches you for a moment longer before he's directing his gaze back down to his phone. He slowly begins to scroll through his dozens of playlists, in search of one that he thinks would lift your mood.

He suddenly stops, thumb hovering over a certain private playlist that nobody but him has ever had the pleasure of hearing. Embarrassingly enough, it's titled after you, and despite him constantly telling you that your taste in music was the most unpleasant thing he's ever heard, it's filled with dozens of songs you've recommended to him that he's found himself enjoying. He hesitates, aware that by playing this for you, his secret will be out of the bag and he's bound to receive an insufferable amount of teasing from you. But then he thinks of your puffy red eyes, and he decides he'd rather much see that irritating smirk of yours far more than that melancholy frown he caught a glimpse of earlier.

His thumb presses down on the green play button and not even a moment later, music flows into his left ear.

The familiar tune of a song he vividly remembers you saying you loved plays quietly, and he watches you for any sort of reaction. There is none. He continues to silently wait, discreetly eying you out of the corner of his eye every now and then, but even as the first song fades out and the second one begins, you remain unmoving, face blank as you peer ahead. He frowns at the sight. If you're passing up the chance to poke fun at him, then something must be really wrong. And worst of all, he is officially out of ideas on how to console you. How stupid was he to think that music could help you like it helps him? You were nothing like him. Not in his eyes, at least.

Maybe he should have gone and found Yamaguchi instead. While Tsukki had always been the one to figure out that you were upset, Yamaguchi was usually the one who would comfort you. He'd always been a much better fit for the job. Or perhaps Yachi. The two of you had been quite close since first year. Hell, even that annoying, orange-haired pipsqueak could've done a better job than him, Tsukishima can't help but bitterly think.

Anyone would be better than him.

The sudden thought of sneakily sending Yamaguchi a text instructing him to come meet the two of you crosses his mind, but before he can reach for his phone again, something brushes against the side of his left hand that is still resting on the bench. He pauses, blinking once or twice before he's slowly craning his head downwards. Golden eyes zone in on the way your pinkie finger gently nudges against his before they’re slowly interlocked by you. He blinks down at your intertwined pinkies before he turns to look at you, but you're still not facing him. Your lips part, however, and your voice is soft as you speak.

"Thank you, Tsukki."

Your eyes finally meet his then, and Tsukishima's heart skips a beat when you offer him a ghost of a smile. It's not quite as bright as the one he's used to seeing, but it'll suffice for now. Blinking, it's he who turns away from you this time in a cheap attempt of hiding the way a deep crimson is starting to blossom across his cheeks.

Yeah, you were very precious to him.

"Anytime."

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url and alias change!

ky0sohma → tetsvya

des → iris

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  how long it takes the haikyuu characters to realize that you've stopped walking beside them.

➼ pairing! multiple haikyuu characters x reader

➼ warnings! none

➼ type! humor and fluff

➼ author’s note! based on this tiktok trend! a video like this reminded me of daichi and i couldn’t help myself lol. some characters were harder to place than others but i tried my best. :)

notices you stopped as soon as you do so and turns to look at you. will just silently stare at you until you have no choice but to catch up with them and keep walking; yaku, kenma, yahaba, shirabu, fukunaga, semi

notices as soon as you stop and they immediately think something is wrong. their first instinct is to ask you if you're okay. please reassure them that you are; ushijima, akaashi, kiyoko, kita, kai, hirugami, yamaguchi, reon, komori, aone, ennoshita

also notices as soon as you stop but instead of concern, they regard you with (faux) annoyance. will simply snatch your hand in theirs and pull you along, mumbling something along the lines of "don't do that again"; taichi, tsukishima, sakusa, iwaizumi, osamu, futakuchi, kyoutani, taichi

notices pretty quickly but keeps walking just to mess with you. pretends they don't hear you calling their name when they get pretty far away but they can't contain their laughter when they hear you start to run after them; suna, kuroo, hanamaki, matsukawa, atsumu, kunimi, sugawara, probabaly tsukishima as well

doesn't notice until they're a good couple of feet ahead of you. tenses up as soon as they realize you're no longer besides them and practically runs back to where you are; bokuto, hinata, hoshiumi, goshiki, noya (first five were probably just too busy talking to notice), yachi, asahi, kindaichi

doesn't notice and will not notice. they're either just extremely clueless or are simply a man on a mission. will quite literally leave you behind if you don't call out to them; daichi, aran, lev (he's just clueless), yamamoto (also very clueless), tanaka, kageyama (clueless <3), konoha

you don't even get the chance to do this with them because there's never a moment where they’re not holding your hand when you’re with them; tendou, koganegawa, oikawa, inuoka, also bokuto

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  how the haikyuu characters react when you randomly kiss the tip of their nose.

➼ pairing! multiple haikyuu characters x reader

➼ warnings! none

➼ type! fluff, headcanons?? i still don’t know

➼ author’s note! i should be revising my final papers for my creative writing class but alas, here i am

tries to act unfazed but they can't hide the way the tips of their ears are beginning to burn red as they avoid meeting your eyes; tsukishima, taichi, shirabu, sakusa, kenma, yahaba, kunimi, futakuchi, konoha

is stunned for a moment or two before they're crashing their lips against yours, their cheeks warm under your touch when you cradle them; iwaizumi, ennoshita, osamu, tanaka, hanamaki, kyoutani (im a sucker for soft kyo), yaku, semi, yamamoto, kinoshita, fukunaga

smiles softly before leaning in and placing a kiss to your forehead, eyes twinkling with adoration for you; daichi, ushijima (also a sucker for soft ushi omg), kita, akaashi, kai, aone, kiyoko, reon, komori, oikawa, suga, hirugami

basically tackles you into a hug, their fingers running up and down your sides as they return the gesture by peppering your face with kisses and beam at the sound of your laughter; kuroo, suna, aran, noya, matsukawa, hinata, tendou, bokuto, atsumu, hoshiumi

literally stops functioning. they've grown as red as a tomato and are fumbling over their words as they fail to form a coherent sentence. kiss them again and you’re sure they might faint; asahi, yachi, kageyama, kindaichi, yamaguchi, goshiki, lev, koganegawa, inuoka

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  atsumu does whatever he can to keep himself from facing the truth.

➼ pairing! timeskip!atsumu miya x reader

➼ word count! 654

➼ warnings! breakups, atsumu not properly dealing with his emotions, drinking

➼ type! angst

➼ author’s note! i’m not too sure how i feel about this but i wanted to post something. this is heavily inspired by the song “hair too long” by the vamps

Atsumu’s tired. He's tired of staying up late, wondering if you're thinking about him too. He's tired of wondering if you lie in bed at night and yearn to peer into his eyes like he does with you. He's just so tired, because in all honestly, he can't picture you doing any of those things.

Not when he sees your posts on social media, and you're still living your life as you did before, like you hadn't just broken up with him a mere four weeks ago.

And he knows it's his fault. He has no one to blame but himself, and it makes him want to scream and shout but he can't. He won't. He refuses to give you the pleasure of him doing so when you seem as if you couldn't care less.

So to spite you, he lets his hair grow out too long, longer than he normally would, because he knows just how much you liked his short strands, and he goes around, singing all your least favorite songs at the top of his lungs, because he can.

And worst of all, he goes out and kisses all your friends.

But he knows they're not really your friends. No, they couldn't possibly be when they were so easily willing to let Atsumu press his lips to theirs. And it makes his stomach churn, because he can't help but think that you deserve better. No, he knows you deserve better, in every possible way imaginable. But he pushes those feelings away and does it anyway, hoping one day, one of them will post it somewhere and you'll see it and maybe then you'll show that you're hurting just as much as he is.

And if one of them is actually daunting enough to ask about you, he tells everyone that it was him who ended it. That he's the one who called it quits, because he can't stand to bear the truth. He doesn't want to face his own insecurities and doubts. And he especially doesn't want to own up the mistakes he knows he never should have made. Or rather, he can’t. So he opts to make up a story and pretend that it was him who made it end.

And if he's being honest, it really is his fault that everything came to an end, just not in the way he likes to pretend it was.

And it may seem cruel. No, it is cruel, and he knows it. And he really doesn't want to be this cold, but it's the only thing that seems to work. Because the love still hurts and this is the only way he can get that constant ache he feels in his heart to stop.

But it doesn't last. It never does. Because by the time the night is dwindling to an end, and he's had far too much to drink, he always finds himself stumbling around the bar you two used to often frequent, your name on his lips and fingers aching to touch you. And he's asking people who have never even met you if they've seen you around until the bartender is calling Osamu and asking him to pick up his mess of a brother once again. And Osamu, like always, comes to get him, and Atsumu, like always, remains silent when he receives an earful from his worried brother.

Because he knows it's not healthy. He already knows that. But he doesn't know how to live with what he's done. How can he ever hold onto the hope that maybe one day you could forgive him and grant him another chance when he continues to do things that hurt you?

Stop doing things that hurt you, for starters, his brain tells him for what he thinks is probably the umpteenth time.

So when he finds himself back in his bed, clutching the pillow you left behind to his chest, his red rimmed eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling, he figures it's time to listen to what his head is telling him and cut his hair.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  how the haikyuu characters react when you get hit on by a stranger

➼ pairing! multiple haikyuu characters x reader

➼ warnings! none

➼ type! just for fun, can these be considered headcanons?

➼ author’s note! uhm, hi. this is the first thing i've written in weeks lmao. attempting to get out of my writing slump 😩 also the setting is basically that they left your side for like a minute or two but when they come back someone is there hitting on you?? i didn’t actually specify that lmao but enjoy!

has no problem waltzing over to where the two of you stand, slyly slinging an arm around your shoulder and confidently introducing themselves as your s/o with that shit-eating grin of theirs. attempts to act coy and nonchalant but you see right through them. happily bids the person goodbye when they finally leave; ATSUMU, hanamaki, TANAKA, KUROO, konoha, SEMI, TENDOU, yaku, SUGA, OIKAWA, FUTAKUCHI, SUNA

silently glares at the person that is hitting on you from behind your shoulder until they eventually get the hint and scamper away. proceeds to walk up to you and act as if nothing happened; TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, taichi, kenma, SAKUSA, yahaba, HOSHIUMI, IWAIZUMI, kunimi, yamamoto, KYOUTANI, matsukawa

(im)patiently waits for you to tell the person who's hitting on you that you're not single (which you always do) and walks over to you once they leave. acts like nothing is wrong but there's a tiny frown that tugs the corners of their lips down and it only goes away when you press a kiss to their pouty lips; USHIJIMA, KAGEYAMA, kindaichi, goshiki, AONE, osamu, kinoshita, fukunaga, also sakusa because i said so

doesn't even realize you're being hit on tbh. obliviously walks up to the two of you and innocently introduces themselves. the person hitting on you eventually gets the hint that the two of you are together simply by way they interact with you. confused baby doesn’t understand why the person practically runs away after spewing out an apology; BOKUTO, HINATA, ASAHI, yamaguchi, lev, KOGANEGAWA, noya, YACHI, komori, inuoka

casually walks up to the two of you and introduces themselves to the person politely. proceeds to slyly take your hand in theirs, and if that's not enough for the person to take the hint and leave, they'll eventually just tug you away from the person, spewing some lie about having somewhere to be as they wave goodbye over their shoulder; DAICHI, kita, reon, akaashi, aran, KAI, ennoshita, kiyoko, hirugami

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➼ all fukurodani works

grand m. list | full hq m. list

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  bokuto koutarou

my snowman and me (fluff, 1.8k)

you’re not the biggest fan of snow, but bokuto manages to change that.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  akaashi keiji

nothing yet

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  konoha akinori

nothing yet

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  all characters

nothing yet

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  the haikyuu characters when they walk in on their s/o crying over their math homework.

➼ pairing! various haikyuu characters x reader

➼ warnings! one curse word, math

➼ type! humor, just for fun?? idk but i was upset and these types of posts are fun to write

➼ author’s note! guess who just got done crying over their math homework 😃

offers to help you but ends up crying more than you do; BOKUTO, goshiki, ASAHI, oikawa (ik it’s canon that he’s very intelligent but everyone has cried over math at least once in their life), yamamoto, koganegawa

offers to help you but ends up making you cry even more; TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, KUROO, semi (he’ll feel so bad about it tho), FUTAKUCHI, yahaba, taichi, daichi, ushijima (he just sounds really disappointed even though he isn't, will also feel really bad)

offers to help you but genuinely has no idea what they're doing so they’ll end up pushing it aside and focus on making you feel better instead; tanaka, HINATA, tendou, konoha, komori, LEV, aone, osamu (probably offers to cook you something), kinoshita, inuoka

offers to help you but ends up chucking your notebook across the room in frustration because “this problem makes no fucking sense”; HOSHIUMI, kageyama, IWAIZUMI, noya, matsukawa, yaku, KYOUTANI, kindaichi, ATSUMU

offers to help you and actually helps, will literally explain it better than your teacher ever could; KITA (i just know he's super sweet and patient with you too 😭), aran, suga, kai, AKAASHI, kiyoko, yachi, ENNOSHITA, fukunaga, yamaguchi, reon, hirugami s.

looks at you, looks at what you're doing, and walks right back out; SAKUSA, suna, hanamaki, kunimi, KENMA

a/n: the last group might return with some tea for you but then they'll leave again