a/n: if you don’t know what this trend is, it’s basically just someone getting on their knees and acting like they’re about to give their partner head but not lol
- you and tsukishima have the kind of friendship that has everyone around you thinking you’re dating
- always teasing each other, play fighting, “fake” flirting
- it’s pretty obvious that you two have a thing for each other
- well pretty obvious to everyone but you two
- one day you invite him over to just hang out while your parents are away for a little
- he responds to your text with “the only way i’m coming over is if you give me head. wouldn’t come over otherwise.”
- and you respond with “obviously. why else would i ask?”
- that was the way you two joked with each other ALL the time
- some people think it’s strange, but it works for you guys which is all that matters
- although this time you wanted to mess with him extra
- he gets to your house within the next five minutes, the two of you living in walking distance of each other
- as soon as he rings the doorbell, you open the door, get on your knees, and tie your hair up
- and he FREAKS
- “Y/N!!! YOUR FRONT DOOR IS WIDE OPEN! EVERYONE CAN SEE!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” he yelps as he quickly enters your house and slams the door shut.
- you laugh hysterically at his reaction
- “you did not actually think i would suck you off in front of all my neighbors did you? my god tsukishima, that reaction was priceless.” you cackle
- he turns bright red and scoffs at you in return, crossing his arms in frustration
- “i’m sorry, i just saw the opportunity and took it.” you apologize
- “no that was good. i’ll admit, you got me.” he says throwing his hands up in defeat.
- “you? admitting defeat? hm, maybe i will actually give you head.”
- before he can respond, you’re on your knees again. and this time, it isn’t a joke.
kageyama
- you and kageyama have only been dating for all of one week
- a very fresh and new relationship where you are still getting to know each other
- you were at his house, laying on his chest as the two of you were sprawled out on his couch
- you were watching tiktoks on your phone while he was scrolling through twitter on his, when a video popped up on your for you page that gave you an idea
- kageyama is a bit awkward and gets flustered easily, whether he wants to admit it or not
- so you knew this little trick would be fun
- you wriggled yourself out of his embrace and got on your knees in front of him
- his eyes were glued on you, wondering what you were up to
- “what are you doing?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow
- he sits up so now you’re positioned perfectly in between his legs
- “what does it look like i’m doing?” you respond as you begin tying your hair back
- “i-i, i uh, i don’t know. that’s why i asked.” he stutters, already getting flustered.
- you place your hands on his legs before moving down, his breath hitching
- then you swiftly let go and look under the couch and pick up the dollar you had conveniently placed there for this prank
- “looking for this, duh.” you say, waving the dollar around
- “oh god.” he sighs before burying his face in his hands.
- “i can’t believe i fell for that.” he mumbles into his hands
- “should’ve seen how eager you looked.” you chuckle lightly
- he removes his face from his hands and reveals a very flushed and embarrassed looking kageyama
- “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” you tease
- “shut. up.” he groans
daichi
- you guys are at your house baking cookies
- you know, just cute couple things
- but you’re extremely clumsy
- so of course you accidentally drop the ball of dough you were rolling
- “shit!” you groan before bending down to pick up the dropped dough
- but as you were reaching for it, you got an idea
- you dropped down to your knees with daichi hovering above you
- “i can’t believe you really just dropped the whole ball of- oh?” daichi was laughing so hard at your clumsiness, he hadn’t even noticed your current position
- on your knees and looking up at him with what he called “sexy eyes” which are the eyes you give him whenever you want sexy time
- “oh yeah? so we’re doing that now? shouldn’t we finish the cookies first princess?” he says as he runs his fingers through your hair before lightly caressing the side of your face and lifting your chin up slightly
- that alone makes you want to forget the whole prank and give in, but you really want to see his reaction
- “yeah, that’s what i planned on doing?” you say as you pick up the fallen dough and stand up to go throw it away “why? what’d you think i was doing?” you finish
- daichi’s mouth goes agape in a small ‘o’ before he clenches it shut and frowns at you
- “oh, you’re gonna get punished for that later princess.” he huffs at you as he continues rolling balls of cookie dough
- “can’t wait.” you smirk
asahi
- asahi is always a giver in terms of sexual favors in your guys’ relationship
- he always makes sure to please you and make sure you feel good
- but whenever you return the favor, he gets all shy about it
- something about using your pretty little mouth is just overwhelmingly pleasurable for him
- and he’s embarrassed about how quickly it gets him off
- so it’s difficult to get him to allow you to even do it
- “asahi, pleaseee let me give you a blowjob.”
- “no baby, i don’t need one right now.”
- “but i wanna give you one.”
- “not today.”
- ‘not today,’ that’s how most of the conversations about this topic ended so you gave up trying for awhile
- until a tiktok sparked something in you that is
- you ask asahi to shower with you one morning and of course he says yes
- you guys start by actually showering
- you gently lather yourself using your loofa before “accidentally” dropping it
- you kneel to pick it up before being met face to face with asahi’s “special area”
- you look from him, to it, then back up to him again
- he’s watching you nervously, all of him wanting you to just take it despite how embarrassingly quick he knew he would finish
- but instead you just pick up the loofa and stand up, now looking at his normal head rather than his smaller one
- “oh.” he sighs before gulping lightly
- “what?” you ask
- “i though you were gonna-”
- “would you have let me?” you question
- “i would have actually.” he admits shyly
- “hm, let me continue then.” you smirk before going back down and glancing up at him
- he gives you a cute little smile before you do your deed
Your transfer into Karasuno High School comes a week and a half late.
It comes to no surprise to you—your surname change and school transfer took a good three weeks to occur. Fast, apparently. You had, after all, been informed of the possibility that it would take longer to process through. And you knew that if that was the case, you would refuse to attend school at all… Only travelling back and forth after hours to collect any homework and textbooks required.
For some reason, the Vice Principal had permitted you to do so for the week you were absent.
(You think it’s because he’s a closeted fan of your aunt’s—the person who had been taking you to and from school during your week of absence. You’ve seen the lingering gazes and maybe the magazine stuffed haphazardly under a pile of paperwork and books on his table in his office. You hope he doesn’t attempt to garner any favours for you by allowing you to do this.)
So the first time you turn up to class—you don’t show your face at all. You don’t particularly consider yourself a goody-two-shoes, but you’re dressed elegantly for class, clothes ironed out and crisp against your skin. Your hair is neat, and you turn up 20 minutes early to class. Your seat, labelled, is in the third row of the classroom and by the window facing the courtyard. It’s clichéd, but it works for you because the view beyond the window isn’t spectacular, but it’s incredible all the same.
(It’s easier to imagine everyone as ants—insignificant, until they bite. The view from the window only helps to prove your point.)
Academically, your grades are only slightly above average—excelling in only two classes aside from Phys. Ed, as expected from a volleyball nerd.
One by one, your classmates trickle in, finding their seats and preparing for the day. You’re glad they don’t notice you. Or maybe they do, but they’re refusing to approach you, given that you’re wearing a Calvin Klein cap and a black Adidas mask—Not your choice of clothing, but you unfortunately had nothing else less illustrious. You had only been in Miyagi for less than three weeks after all.
(You had purposely selected something less pricey to wear—You clearly had other expensive clothing from more expensive brands, given the black Balenciaga sneakers you had worn on the way to school. Not that anyone needed to know, of course.)
You dreaded the lone self-introduction that came with new beginnings. Words didn’t come easy to you—it never had. And it was even more difficult now that you were forced to hide your identity. Nevertheless, when the bell toils to indicate the beginning of class and your name is called to the front, you immediately remove your cap and set it down on your table, rising to introduce yourself. The stares of your class are unnerving, and you take several moments to ground yourself before speaking up in your usual, quiet voice.
“Satō (Y/N). 15. From Osaka.”
And you promptly sit back down, not willing to interact with any of your classmates. You hope your somewhat cold attitude brings a sense of “please don’t talk to me” to your peers. Your time in high school would pass by much quicker if they did so. But it’s unfortunate that not everything goes your way. In fact, it’s safe to say that barely anything does, and you wonder how long you’re able to keep up the facade you’ve put up: You’re wearing contacts. Purple ones that make you stand out amongst your classmates. Your face mask. Your unwillingness to speak.
It’s really only a matter of time before they find out who you are.
So when lunch rolls around after a handful of classes, you’re not surprised to suddenly find yourself surrounded by your classmates. They’re loud, and your introverted self can’t handle them, slowly shrinking into yourself as they continue to bombard you with questions.
There are some you’re willing to answer, and there are some that you can’t.
“You’re from Osaka, right? Why don’t you have the accent?”
“Why the contacts, and why purple?”
You don’t mind the questions, but—Your breaking point is when one of the boys attempts to tear your mask off. And the change is instant. You immediately slap his hand away and rise abruptly, taking your packed bentō with you to somewhere much more quiet.
The rooftop.
Technically, you’re not supposed to be there—the door was locked, after all. But you’re more than experienced in picking locks: you used to do it all the time to enter your middle school’s gym early in the morning, until the supervising teacher was fed up with you and gave you your personal key.
(You still have that key—It’s a good luck charm of sorts now.)
The gentle Spring breeze of mid-April brushes through your hair, carrying the sounds and scents of your classmates and fellow school students as it brushes past. You take a seat on the edge of the building, legs swinging over the side despite the existing railing. You’re well aware that you’re bound for trouble, but the thought flies directly over your mind as you uncover your bentō and relish in the ‘silence’. The little plastic lunchbox carries your favourite dish, spread neatly over rice and you unhook your face mask.
You devour the meal at a leisurely pace, savouring the taste with a slight hum and watching a certain pair pass a volleyball to one another in a set-receive motion.
……Which reminded you that you were supposed to go to Shiratorizawa—the school your parents had a share in finances in…
…And a building, you sigh to yourself. One of the five gyms on campus, named after my family from their sponsorship.
And naturally, you refused, knowing that your fame would never dissipate if you ever went there. After all, Shiratorizawa was a prestigious school known for both it’s sports and academics. You had no interest in prestige—which is the sole reason why you had selected Karasuno over even Aoba Josei.
(Totally not because of some guy named Oikawa Tooru. Nope. You refused to even become acquainted with him. You’ve heard the rumours and you flat out refuse.)
Sighing, you take a sip of your water bottle and close the lid of your bentō. And—
—The rooftop door swings open with a bang.
“What are you doing here?!”
It’s the vice principal and you baulk, face paling slightly. But all you do is rise to your feet and bow. The vice principal stares back and pales slightly, not expecting you to immediately wordlessly request for forgiveness. And he panics.
(It’s admittedly amusing.)
“Alright, alright! I get it. I won’t punish you for sneaking up here.”—was he trying to gain favour from you?—“Instead, I will say that you must sign up for a club by the end of tomorrow. Submissions end this week for the beginning of year applications, but I can make a special exception for you.”
Club activities at Karasuno were compulsory for half a year, at least. But applications received at the beginning of the year tended to indicate some kind of semi-permanent position. Permanent, unless something serious occurred.
Like the events that led to your downfall in your final year.
The vice-principal gives you no other options. You sigh dejectedly, despite knowing your ability to seek trouble accidentally, and shut your bento. You follow the vice principal down the narrow stairwell and into his office, receiving the application paper and the booklet with the list of available clubs.
Instinctively, you seek for the volleyball clubs.
The vice president, well aware of your identity, grins slyly and taps the space between the two volleyball teams.
“The girls team is seeking for more members, and the boys team is looking for another manager to take over from their third-year when the year is over.”
You deadpan and shut him down immediately, leaving the room.
“I’ve given up on volleyball.”
He visibly deflates at the tone of your voice, wig almost slipping from his head.
(Silently, you wonder how it stays on his head in the first place.)
In the end, you wander outside during the free study line you’re given and into the crowd of clubs seeking their final applicants. Accidental, of course, but you’re caught up in the crowd anyway. And after several moments of being jostled and shoved around, you end up in front of the school gym—a place you had yet to explore. But you pause for several minutes, listening to the sounds arising from the gym in curiousity. And it barely takes you 30 seconds before you sigh once again.
(Fate was cruel to you, wasn’t it? Because the thumping sounds you could hear from outside the gym didn’t belong to the basketball club. They belonged to the volleyball club—the boys one, because you could hear the deeper voices call “alright!” from within.)
You do, however, linger at the entrance, mostly because you have no idea of the direction back to your classroom or the library—another place you have yet to explore—and partially out of curiosity. And as it goes, you get caught by a grey-haired upperclassman who approaches you with ease.
“Are you…. maybe looking for the girl’s volleyball club?” he questions you with an air of friendliness, unlike those you had experienced in your classroom, and a smile, “Sorry, but you’ve just missed their captain.”
You shake your head gently, nervous beneath the mask.
(Nervous, because you hadn’t expected him to appear from behind you. Nervous, because he was holding a pair of red and white volleyball shoes. Nervous, because he was obviously a member of the boys volleyball team.)
“I, um,”—was caught up by the crowd of people looking for members to their clubs, swallowed up by them, spat back out and—“got lost.”
“I see.” The pretty male chuckles politely, taking note of your dishevelled appearance and taking a polite assumption of your situation, “They do become quite ravenous when it comes to the last few days. I’m glad you got out of there safely.”
He’s kind, you notice, and you relax slightly. You also notice he’s about to say something else, when—
—“Suga! You’re finally here!”
The voice comes from the barred window just behind the silver-haired senpai and he jolts with a loud “Geh!”, face paling in shock. The corner of your lips curl upwards ever so slightly. It’s somewhat nostalgic, you suppose, that excitement that comes with playing the sport you love.
Mr. Kind steps to the side and turns to Mr. Head-in-Window.
“Daichi! Don’t scare me like that!”
But ‘Daichi’ no longer pays attention to ‘Suga’. Instead, his intense expression is directed to you—the you who’s slowly yet subtly withering beneath his intense gaze. Naturally, Daichi notices and relaxes, lowering himself from the window quickly. He disappears for several moments, before the door to your left swings open to reveal the said senpai.‘Daichi’ greets you, an expression now equally as kind as ‘Suga’ who was still recovering from his shock. You pat the grey-haired senpai on the back, silently amused. ‘Suga’ tenses from your touch, however, but says nothing and turns to watch your interaction with the captain.
“Can we help you?”
You tilt your head slightly, violet eyes glinting in the shadow of the alleyway. “Sorry. I got lost.”
Suga chuckles at your blunt statement and decides to elaborate in your place. “She got caught up in the crowd of people recruiting for clubs and found her way here.”
Like Suga, Daichi laughs. “I should’ve known,” he teases, “your hair is quite a mess—“
You panic. Scrambling to fix your hair using the glass screen of your phone. And it takes you several moments before you freeze and flush in embarrassment, realising you don’t even know their names properly and they’re already teasing you. And even then you can think of nothing more to do than to deadpan at his words, running your fingers through your hair to calm it down.
But Suga just stares at you. Your violet contact lenses and face mask intrigue him. It wasn’t everyday that someone adamantly went out of their way to break the school rules, and violet wasn’t a common colour for contact lenses anyway—the main reason why it intrigued him in the first place. But the grey-haired male seemed to understand that if he were to question your reasons for wearing them, that it would result in you promptly leaving.
And something told him you didn’t want to leave.
The two third-years had heard of the rumours, of course. Rumours that had spread rather rapidly within the two hours between the time you had left your classroom indignantly and now. They were rumours that spoke of a rich girl. Haughty and rude.
But watching you adorably and frantically fix your hair in the screen of your phone made them think otherwise.
(It was painfully obvious that the rumours were about you. After all, there was only one person in the school now who would constantly be wearing a face mask, had violet eyes, and wore a pair of black Balenciagas outside of the school building. And the rumours weren’t kind either. Suga hopes the rumours don’t bother you at all.)
Suga glances at Daichi, catching his eye. The taller of the two nods, and turns to talk to you once more. He smiles warmly.
“Would you like to come inside? We’re just having ordinary practice, and those guys,” he points over your shoulder at the cord behind you, “won’t be done for another two hours at least.”
There is no judgement in his voice. You know of the rumours and they downright terrify you. But you can’t help but maintain that hope that it wouldn’t move past just that. Rumours.
Your hesitation is obvious but you nod anyway, knowing that you were taking up their precious practice time.
(You knew there was another way to get into the school without passing through that crowd, but you can’t help but be curious anyway.)
Suga senses your hesitance and he, too, smiles at you brightly. “You won’t be imposing or anything if you sit on the sidelines and spectate, you know? The only thing you might have to watch out for is flying balls.”
Your hesitation ceases. You nod once again and follow them inside.
“So….” you begin nervously, “S-Suga-san and Daichi-san, was it? You’re both third-years.”
Daichi flushes bright red and Suga just laughs at his expense, completely unfazed by the fact you’ve just called him by an affectionate nickname of his. He slaps Daichi heartily on his back. You, however, begin to wonder if you’ve done something wrong, given the bright flush on his cheeks. And as you open your mouth to ask, Suga beats you to it.
“That’s right,” he grins brightly, “I’m Sugawara Koushi, a third-year setter for this volleyball team. You can call me Suga though. And this is Sawamura Daichi, our captain.”
Your face, or at least what was visible of it, flushes equally as red as the third-year captain almost immediately. Flustered, you promptly bow at 90-degrees, stuttering out apologies at the fastest possible pace you could manage.
“I’m so sorry Sawamura-senpai—“
The male in question holds out his hands and waves it around frantically.
“There’s no need to apologise—“ he begins, only to be cut off by another voice. The voice is gravelly, teasing and very much rough. In a yankee-street gang-yakuza style. You don’t particularly hate it though—it’s a change from the two kind ones that you had spoken with.
—“Oya?” The voice begins, the sound nearing with every millisecond, “What’s this? Daichi has made a kouhai apologise to him?”
You rise and promptly point your gaze at the newcomer. Yankee, indeed…. Or perhaps not, but his appearance certainly gave the impression of one. With a buzzcut and an aggressive-yet-teasing look on his face. And that saunter too. But the expression of curiosity and the saunter disappears a split second later however, when the male in question realises that you’re of the opposite gender to him. And he comes practically crying to Suga, pulling him away so you can’t hear him.
…. Except that you can, because he’s not exactly the quietest of people, so you can hear every word he’s saying.
“Agirl?” he whisper-yells to Suga, “I didn’t know you were bringing one today?!”
And of course, Suga whisper-yells back, slapping the yankee-esque male on the back of the head. “You idiot, Tanaka! Of course not! She got lost and I found her at the door!”
Daichi, also watching them intensely, sighs and apologises for their idiocy. You don’t mind it though–it’s amusing to watch. But Daichi glares at them once again and yells at them to return to practice.
(Your lips are curled up again in response to their terrified reactions. Though you do have to admit that the banter is a heavy reminder of the male volleyball team you were good friends with, back in middle school.)
“Tanaka…-san, was it? He’s very wild.”
Daichi hears you of course, and agrees, though he does mention back that the male in question is a good guy. You can’t help but agree with him too, because he was polite enough to apologise after. Because he was polite enough to pull Suga away before talking to him… Even if you can hear him.
You take a seat at the edge of the stage watching the boys play in a three-vs-three game. It’s an effective form of practice, you think, as the other second-year students greet you. They’re bench players, but they’re not too bothered by that.
Somehow, you notice, they’re almost relieved. Nevertheless, you greet them in return, introducing yourself politely.
(You realise that Tanaka and the two third-years don’t know your name yet, but you’ll just have to remember to introduce yourself later.)
You’re somewhat hyper-focused on the game in front of you, watching the ball and the player’s movements with interest. Of the six players on court, two are first years—both in your class. You don’t exactly remember their names, but what you do remember is that neither of them had approached you during the lunch break earlier. The only one you vaguely recognise is the one with glasses—because he’s incredibly tall, and because he was the first to arrive in class after you did. The green-haired male, however, is almost equally as tall as his friend. But his timid appearance and freckles leaves very little presence in a social situation.
(You learn, not long after, that their names are Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi respectively, both middle blockers whilst in middle school.)
Mid-game, the gym doors open once more to reveal a pretty, third-year female, obviously the manager of the team. And once more does Tanaka swoon. You chuckle quietly at the disruption of the game, and she hears you, greeting you with a wave
“The vice principal was looking for you, I think,” she mentions after approaching you. And you sigh quietly.
“Did you get in trouble on the first day already?” Suga asks you quietly and you sigh again, feeling exhausted.
“Yes and no.”
(Yes, because you did get in trouble for sneaking out onto the rooftop without permission, but no, because you weren’t being punished. Well, not exactly anyway.)
“Come to think of it,” the blue-haired senpai wonders aloud, “didn’t he ask for you to join a club by the end of tomorrow?”
“Geh.”
You slump on the spot. Too immersed in the earlier game, you had completely forgotten about the not-punishment the vice principal had given you. A troublesome assignment, considering you didn’t exactly like talking. Particularly in front of those you weren’t comfortable with, or if you were forced to begin the conversation first. Your reaction doesn’t deter Tanaka though. His eyes sparkle and your mind instinctively thinks ‘oh no’ and before you can even react properly, he grabs your hands and pleads with you.
“Please be our second manager!”
You pull away almost immediately, dusting your hands against your skirt. “Sorry. I refuse.”
(You’re breaking Tanaka, of course, with your denial. But you’re fleeing from everything volleyball related so your response was only a given.)
And then Tsukishima speaks up, after watching and analysing you for minutes straight.
“Why not?” he teases, “You were watching the game quite intensely only moments ago.”
You realise he’s quite like you in this way. Observant and blunt. Though he’s obviously not quiet and awkward, unlike you. And he’s tall,the perfect height for volleyball… Or at least, that’s what your middle school’s boy’s volleyball coach used to say. Granted, you were at average height for your age—perhaps 159 centimetres tall—and your coach still complained. That still didn’t deter you from becoming the best all rounder in the country though. Not to mention that your team also came second in the middle school regional competition after an incredibly close loss to the Nagano Prefecture middle school.
(The fact that you had even gotten that far was a shock to you. Your team wasn’t exactly the most close knit of them, nor were they particularly skilled. You just like to think that every other school in the prefecture that year sucked because they didn’t take the sport seriously…. Or perhaps your expectations were too high? Who knows.)
Beside you, Suga hums, deep in thought. “Why not though? By this time of the school term, most good positions in the clubs are gone already.”
Your skin visibly pales at the sound of your senpai’s words. This was certainlynot going to your plans. It was also unfortunate that you didn’t have any other plans, and joining the girls volleyball team was not an option at all.
So with great hesitance and much to your displeasure, you’re forced to agree.
A/N: I told myself I would post this once I reached 10 chapters. Apparently, I have no self control. No Haikyuu Characters yet, but this is just a prologue…
TW: Mentions of the word sex/Angry sex, but nothing explicit. Also the MC is sad/lonely.
(Please do let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!)
It’s always the darkest nights that plague the thoughts of the unwilling. Fleeting impurities, flickering against unsuspecting souls and incinerating those who come too close. There are those who flee, out of fear; out of danger, but there are those who linger and remain, out of fear, out of curiosity and out of hope.
You are one of the few who remain. Not in the literal sense, but emotionally; it’s still the same. The decision’s admittedly painful, but as for regrets? You would have none.
You’re moving from Osaka to Miyagi—alone—at the age of 15.
Your parents don’t approve of your decision. Neither does your older sister, the family’s resident bijin, or your clingy younger brother.
Butbecause volleyball is your life, you don’t spiritually leave. Your soul is tied—tangled—in red around the patterned ball and the sport’s all that you know.
And for you, that second tangle of ball and string resides in Osaka.
(Don’t worry about the first—You moved from Hyogo to Osaka at the age of eight. Your initial tangle resides there.)
Granted, the only person you regret leaving behind is your younger brother. Little Yuki-e doesn’t deserve his parent’s mistreatment. You feel very little for your elder sister, whose bijin-ness often led to her picking on you to make her appear more likeable.
(Pathetic, really.)
It took months of pleading. Months of pleading and pledges and near-perfect behaviour to convince your parents to allow you to move to Miyagi with your Aunt Rin, who regrettably lived alone following the death of her husband two years prior. Of all members of your admittedly small family, she was the kindest.
(You vaguely remember the times of your childhood when you got along with your sister. A time before your four-year-old brother was born. A time when your parents smiled and frequently visited Miyagi for weekend getaways, and you smile wistfully at the last framed photograph on the small, decorated table by the door.)
You leave all your countless awards and trophies in your room, now padlocked four times over to prevent your money-hungry sister from laying her grubby hands on them in exchange for more cosmetics and make your way down the hallway of your childhood home, memorising the creamy colour of white on the walls, the countless paintings and wall decorations that screamed wealth; and the dusty, elaborate Bohemian crystal chandeliers that hung over you. Your fingertips trace over the small coloured markings on the kitchen door frame, blinking quietly at the lowest, dated ‘5 years old’ in your messy handwriting.
(110 CM.)
Your gaze slowly rises and lands on the highest mark on the doorframe—’10 years old’, it states, ’136.1 centimetres’. Your lips curl up quietly again.
(You remember arguing with your father that the one millimetre was still a part of your height, and not to make you shorter than you already were. You remember your father laughing at you with his eyes crinkling, and his warm hand ruffling your head; your then-15-year-old sister huffing in defiance.)
And you reach into your coat pocket, feeling for the four-coloured pen you had stuffed in there and measure yourself once more. Turning, you write two final lines just beneath the one you draw.
Your sister is once again out of the house, likely at the nail saloon or on a date with one of the numerous boys she’s picked up from who knows where. Your father’s in his study, and the scent of his expensive cigarettes wafts from the small gap of the open door as you pass by. You don’t recognise the brand, but you know it’s expensive all the same. And all you do is peer through the gap and stare, memorising his facial features with ease. Your father sits upon the kingly study chair, wine glass in one hand, and a nib-point in the other. His pile of paperwork sits on the mahogany desk before him, and you turn away.
(The reason why your family’s falling apart.)
Your mother is in the bathroom—you can hear the shower water running—and you sigh quietly. This was the third night in a row she was heading out. And she probably wouldn’t be back until at least 3AM. Like she did the previous three days. Like she did whenever she went out. You never bothered finding out where exactly she was headed on most nights, but you knew your sister knew.
Machiru. The pride of the family. Your mother’s confidant.
Not that it mattered to you anyway.
The room you do enter is Yuki-e’s. Your younger brother. The product of your parent’s angry sex. The child they never wanted. It wasn’t as if you were appreciated either, but Yuki-e was far too young to need that experience. That sense of uselessness. That sense of being unwanted.
Knocking quietly, you mutter out to Yuki’s nanny.
“May I come in?”
The responding voice is sweet and gentle. Not quite like your own.
“Young master Yuki-e is sleeping, Lady (Y/N). If it doesn’t bother you that he is, you can come in.”
You open the door as quietly as you can. The nanny, Lana or Rana, is a half-Japanese, half-American woman of roughly eight years Machiru’s senior. And she smiles at you.
“You’re leaving tonight aren’t you, Lady (Y/N)?”
It’s a terrifyingly quiet statement and all you can do is nod mutely. Your eyes don’t leave Yuki’s bed however, and she places a gentle hand against your back to usher you closer. Your head turns and you meet her eyes in a silent thanks, reaching into your backpack for the Bulbasaur plush you know he’s always loved. It’s a gift for him. And the letter too, which you pass over to Lana with a murmur of, “No need to address me with the term ‘Lady’. I am, after all, as far as possible from being one.”
Lana says nothing as you lean over Yuki-e and press a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. And as predicted, the boy doesn’t awaken. Sitting up, you smooth the hair from his forehead.
“He’ll be sad when he discovers you’re gone, (Y/N)-san.”
You don’t say anything about the suffix added to your name. You know. You know better than anyone in the household that Yuki-e would be upset. You just hope that the sadness doesn’t become anger. But you can’t say that aloud. Instead, you say—
—“Look after him. I’m sorry I can’t take him with me.”
You don’t look back as you leave the room, volleyball spinning in your hands.
(What you don’t hear are her last whispered words, “I hope your time there is better than your time here.”)
The chauffeur at the gate greets you and you nod back, loading the few bags and the suitcase in the rear of the black Bentley.
Seiji is a man in his 60’s, a chauffeur, a grandfather and a soon-to-be retiree. This is the final time he’ll be serving the (L/N) household. Like you, he’s headed back to Miyagi to live out his retirement with his son, who’s name you’re not acquainted with. The Bentley is to be a gift for your aunt. Seiji’s gift is something far grander—His own property on the edge of the countryside town, close to one of his high school friends.
It still amazes you that he’s managed to keep in contact for that long.
Your father’s a good person at heart and he cares for his employees. And Seiji’s a good man; kind and gentle and loving. Like Lana. So it’s only natural that he’s rewarded. But it leaves you slightly bitter, wishing that your father was just as kind to you and your younger brother as much as he cared for his employees and your elder sister.
(Silently, you wonder where your mother sits in this broken hierarchy. Regrettably, she seems much like a trophy wife now.)
You take the passenger seat at the front.
It’s a long drive to Miyagi from Osaka. More specifically, just beyond 10 hours of continuous driving. The trip with Seiji is silent, aside from the quiet, no-nonsense music in the background and the frequent beep-boopingof the game you’re playing. But it has always been like this between you and Seiji, and the ‘silence’ never bothered you. And for that you were thankful, because the noise from your family was enough.
(Arguments between your elder sister and your father. Between your mother and your father. Your father really was the centre of all things, wasn’t he?)
Seiji was—is—your personal driver. One you would no longer need once you arrived in Miyagi. But he understood that you were not simply tossing him aside. You needed a change of pace. A change of location where ‘no one’ would recognise you. But Seiji would forever be your grandfather figure. Because of all the thousands of people in the world, Seiji was the one person you trusted. Countless times he had driven you to places with no destination in silence while you cried. You trusted him with all your quiet places; you trusted him with your darkest secrets, and you trusted him with your silence.
You fall asleep as the car drives past the dusking sky, forehead leaning against the window.
The Bentley pulls into Tokyo six hours later and Seiji wakes you, informing you that you would be spending the night in a hotel while he slept in the car.
(It was something he insisted on. And there was no arguing against Seiji when he was like that.)
The black, fabric face mask you wear is your new signature style.
You refuse to allow your identity to be revealed, and you check into the hotel this way. The receptionist hardly spares you a glance as she directs you to your hotel room and passes you your key. Not that it mattered much to you—you would be out of there by 9AM anyway.
(It’s a mid-range hotel. There was never a need for anything higher quality when you were only to stay for the night. Was high quality even a factor for anything? You were grateful enough if there was running clean water, a clean bed, and a roof over your head. You didn’t need the grand splendour of the riches and wealth your family had.)
And at 9AM did you check out with nothing more than the shoulder bag you brought with you the previous night.
It takes another five hours to arrive in Miyagi (or rather, to reach the sign that calls you home—“Welcome to Miyagi!”), and another 10 minutes to reach your aunt’s home, close to the epicentre and shopping district of the country precinct. But the minute your aunt’s house comes into view is when you’re finally feeling the nervous fear that comes with moving alone to another place—even if that place is just a measly 10-and-a-half hours away from where you had come from.
(You try to ignore the fact that you had practically moved halfway across the country; to a place you hadn’t been to for over five years, but details.)
Your aunt greets you at the driveway, excited at the prospect of someone living with her.
“Welcome home, (Y/N)-chan!”, is her over-the-top greeting, warm smiles and a bouquet of flowers in her hand. You smile wobbly. Nervously.
‘Welcome home’, she says, as if you’d been living with her your entire life. She hands you the bouquet of flowers, and your wobbly smile becomes less wobbly.
Aunt Rin ushers both you and Seiji inside, suggesting that the older man take a break while she directs you to your room. Your aunt owns a modest two-storey home, with a balcony hanging off the side of the two upper bedrooms—one of which now belongs to you. It’s cleaned up nicely, obviously a job of a few days’ worth and you feel the appreciation slowly creeping in.
Between you and Aunt Rin, your five bags are brought upstairs with ease and she leaves you to unpack and rearrange, calling—asking—Seiji if he wished for a cup of tea.
(He agrees, of course. Anyone can get Seiji with a cup of tea. The man himself once called himself a ‘tea connoisseur’, much to your amusement.)
Aunt Rin knows of the reason for your move to Miyagi. She understands the pain of being in the spotlight. Like you, she shows no appreciation for the media and the hype up of an individual. And she knows better than anyone of the pain of being in the spotlight.
After all, she’s a retired model for several famous companies.
You’ve seen her work—Aunt Rin has always had this kind of ethereal beauty, one that doesn’t particularly stand out but somehow manages to steal the spotlight anyhow. And she had once described your fashion of beauty in the same way.
Once, when you saw her two years ago following your uncle’s death.
(To quote her indirectly, she had mentioned to one of her model friends that your beauty was very similar to her own, quiet and calm, whilst Machiru had the beauty of your mother—loud and exuberant. You’re not offended—you’d rather be like Aunt Rin than your mother anyway.)
And so when she returns to your new room moments later and hands you a new sim card for your phone, you accept immediately. And she gathers you into a hug and you melt into her arms.
“Thank you,” you mutter quietly, tearing up at the warmth.
“You’re welcome,” she responds before pulling away several moments later, and holds you by your shoulders, “I’m gonna look after you from here on out, so look after me too, okay?”
Sniffing, you nod and wipe the tears from your eyes. And she smiles gently.
You’re far too young to have all this pressure placed on you.
Despite barely knowing you, Aunt Rin knows you better than your closest family members do. Perhaps it’s because she sees herself in you. Perhaps it’s because she knows that the older members of your closest family don’t treat you the way you deserve. And yet she knows you’re wildly different from her. You’re emotionally stronger than her, after all. And she admires that part of you—even if you don’t notice it.
“I’m going to take Seiji to his new home now, okay? Feel free to set up your room and wander around the town when you’re done. Don’t worry about getting lost—I know my way around this area, so don’t hesitate to call me if you get lost, alright?”
You nod, and she leaves once again, passing you a key to the house when she does so.
Aunt Rin’s house is eerily silent without her prescence.
You honestly don’t have many items aside from the handful of clothes you had brought to Miyagi. After all, a new start was a new start, right? Because aside from your volleyball and the colour of your bedsheets—a patterned cat quilt cover, red in colour—your room was rather bare.
Nevertheless, you exit your room to wander the house several times over, memorising the layout in a couple of rounds.
And then you stare at the house door. Nervously.
Leaving the house meant communicating with others, and you quietly sigh, slipping your sneakers on and your mask to your face. Returning to your room, you spy the house key upon your table and sigh.
You’d have to buy a keychain if you wanted to ensure that it’d always be with you.
Summary: Asahi overheard Noya and Tanaka talking about their future and who they’ll marry, and Asahi can’t help but imagine your future together.
Pairing: Asahi Azumane x fem!reader
Words: 700
Requested: No, just something I had lying around for some time.
Warning: none, just fluffy fluffy fluff
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You and Asahi have been friends, ever since you started high school. But soon you started having feelings for him. For a long time, you didn’t tell him. One day, you told him, that you liked him. And to your surprise, he liked you too. After that, you guys became a couple. The school was finally over, And Asahi was going to his after-school practice. Then you noticed his water bottle in his seat, so you decided to give it to him. You walked to the gym, and you could hear shoes squeaking against the floor. You opened the door and saw how hard the guys were working. You waited till they took a break, then you began to walk over to Asahi.
“ Hey Asahi, you forgot your water bottle in class! ” You said, with the bottle in your hand.
“ Thank you y/n, what would I do without you. ” He said and smiled.
“ I don’t know either ” You said, and kissed his cheek. His face turned red, and you just laughed.
“ Hey Asahi, who’s the cute girl? ” One of his Teammates asked. Asahi looked at his teammates, and he blushed a little.
“ Well, I guess, I should introduce you guys. ” He said.
“ Guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend. ” He said and wrapped his around you.
“ EEEHHH!? ”
“ You never told us you had a girlfriend!? ” They said shocked, you just laughed.
“ It’s nice to meet you all. ” You said, and waved at them.
“ She’s so cute, ” A male with black hair, and a blond stripe. And another male beside him.
“ Hey y/n, why don’t you stay until practice is over? ” Asahi asked you, and you agreed to his offer. You watched him with wide eyes. The practice was Soon over, and since it was Friday. Asahi decided you could stay at his place. You were waiting for him until you felt something grab your hand. You turned around, only to see Asahi smiling down at you. You smiled back, and intertwine your hand with his. You began to walk in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. There was silence until Asahi said.
“ I Love you, what would I do without you. ” Asahi said.
“ I don’t know what I would do, without you, Asahi. ” You said, and kissed his cheek. When you reached his place, you Entered and took off your jacket and shoes. Just then, Asahi swept you off your feet and held you Bridal style.
“ A-Asahi what are you- ” you didn’t have time to finish your sentence before he kissed you on the lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. Before you knew it, you were thrown onto his bed, he crawled on top of you and started kissing again. You didn’t know what happened to Asahi, but you kinda liked it. He pulled away and said.
“ I Love you y/n, ” he said.
“ Where did All of this come from? ” You asked him.
“ I just really love you. ” He said and gave your lips a peck.
“ Okay, what happened today? ” You asked him. He sat up and started to tell you.
“ Okay. So today I overheard Noya and Tanaka talk about their future, marriage, kids, and All that. And so I started to think about you. ” He said, and you listened to him, and you began to smile.
“ I have to be honest with you, for a second I saw you in a wedding dress when you came into the gym today. ” You felt your cheeks heating Up, just thinking about it.
“ What about kids, did you think about that? ” You asked him.
“ K-Kids!? No, I didn’t think about that!? ” He said while panicking.
“ Though, a future with you does Sound like a perfect future for me. ” You said, and cuddled closer to Asahi.
“ I Love you y/n. ” He said, and hugged you closer, and kissed your forehead.
• “What if they think I’m a monster?” The redhead mumbled to himself, pacing back and forth.
• He was currently alone in his house, trying to work up the courage to ask you out at the Shiratorizawa new years party. All he had to do was head down to the dorm lobby and he’d be there, so he couldn’t be late.
• He just didn’t want to make a fool of himself if you were to reject him.
• His hands are very sweaty and he fidgets with the bandages around his fingers which he had forgotten to take off from yesterday’s practice match.
• He runs a hand through his hair, god why was he so nervous? You were just some person, why did was he overthinking this so much?
• He’s snapped out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. He opens his eyes wide, slowly walking over to open the door. He stops in his tracks.
• It was you.
• Why were you here?
• “Hey y/n! Why aren’t you at the party?” He asked, tilting his head, he stepped outside so the two of you could talk in the hall.
• “I just hadn’t seen you around the party and thought I’d check on you” you spoke, looking up at him. You would have assumed he would have loved the atmosphere. Maybe you didn’t know your crush all too well..
• “Oh!! Yeah I was just about to leave. Let’s go y/n!!” He said, grabbing a hold of your hand and dragging you back to the party.
• You giggled as he dragged you back to where you once were with such excitement. He was so fun and happy. You wanted to spend every year of your life with him.
Goshiki
• This precious boy is nervous
• He’s shaking and he’s so jumpy
• You two are at a new years party with Shiratorizawa, you two were hanging out as friends.
• Little did you know the wannabe ace had feelings for you, and at the moment Tendo was hyping him up so he could kiss you at the stroke of midnight.
• Grabbing yourself a drink and sitting down, you look down at your phone and smile as everyone has fun, you looked around, yet couldn’t find Goshiki.
• A sigh escaped your lips, your hand running through your hair as you looked around.
• Looking down at the clock you glance at the time
• The clock read 11:56pm, four minutes until the new year. God, would some stranger try to kiss you? Ugh, sounds awful.
• You look up to see a very stiff Goshiki, a pink tint on his face as he slowly sits down next to you.
• A smile greets your face. “Hey Tomu, where have you been?” You asked
• He jumped from hearing your voice, “I uh, I was talking to Satori-san!” He explained, which wasn’t wrong but he may not have given you every detail.
• You chuckled, looking over at him, “okay, just don’t leave me for such a long time, I got so bored without you!” You said extending your arm over the couch.
• “Yeah, I won’t do it again, I promise” he said, you noted how stiff and uncomfortable he looked.
• Roughly 3 minutes passed and you noticed it was 30 seconds until midnight, wow time really does fly by.
• You look at Goshiki, he’s twiddling with his thumbs, and he keeps glancing at you.
• You hear people start to count down, mostly Tendo shouting just to keep things entertaining
• 10!
• 9!
• 8!
• 7!
• 6!
• 5!
• 4!
• 3!
• 2!
• You feel lips crash against yours, your eyes widen looking to see who had just kissed you. And.. it was Goshiki.
• You were speechless. You had never considered dating him, but, he was always so sweet to you, and he hadn’t done anything wrong. Plus he was pretty cute. You smile into the kiss, playing with his hair. You could hear Tendo snickering from across the room.
Ushijima
• Today was the day
• It was the perfect opportunity to ask out the head of Shiratorizawas volleyball team
• That’s right, Ushijima Wakatoshi, the man of your dreams
• Sure he wasn’t normally your type, but there was something about him that made him special. There was something to him that made him seem special. He was so.. cool? You never knew how to describe him.
• The Shiratorizawa dormitory was hosting a new years party in the lobby, you put on one of your best outfits, you felt confident in your charisma to speak to your crush, which the male lacked.
• Glancing at the time, you read the clock.
• Shit
• 11:58 the clock read
• Oh shit, you spent so much time getting ready, you had completely lost track of time.
• You rushed outside of your dorm, you were so stupid!!
• As you rushed out to the party, you felt a sudden thud as you collided into a large mass.
• You fell to the ground, looking up you saw him, Ushijima. He stared down at you, an almost unapologetic look on his face.
• “Oh. Are you alright?” He asked, extending a hand, which you eagerly took, he hoisted you up back to your feet.
• “I.. yeah I’m fine, why aren’t you downstairs with everyone else?” You asked, looking up at the tall man, you were confused as to why he could possibly be here.
• He was about to answer before you remembered your purpose, “nevermind, what time is it?” You asked.
• “It’s 10 seconds until midnight, what is the significance of wanting to know the time so late at night?” He asked.
• “Okay listen Ushiwaka, I need to tell you something. I really really like you, and I’d like to start the new year with you” you spoke, looking up at him. You were embarrassed, but proud of yourself.
• You watched him kneel down to your height, placing a kiss on your lips, he pulled away slowly, but made sure it wasn’t too long.
Asahi
• Homeboy is stressed
• Currently Noya is trying to hype him up outside of the gym, since that was where Kurasuno’s volleyball team wanted to have a party, and though it wasn’t actually going to be a real party at midnight since most had to spend time with their family, they would still have a fun time during daylight.
• He definitely dressed way too formal for this, it was supposed to be casual but he showed up in a fancy suit, his hair all fancy, trimming his beard.
• He was ready to ask you out physically, but no where close mentally.
• Meanwhile you were inside the gym speaking to Yachi and Kiyoko, chatting about your new years resolutions and what you had planned for family. You guys agreed to all spend some time after the party and go out and have some extra fun.
• Soon, everyone had arrived, music was playing loudly around the gym, cheap colorful lights for decoration, Takeda and Ukai actually weren’t there, they were getting drunk together somewhere in town.
• The time was roughly 4:30, a pretty good time for teenagers to enjoy themselves at a party. Asahi was standing in the corner, Sugawara was helping him this time.
• You glanced at the two, Asahi was looking more.. intriguing today, he looked nice, but nervous, was he planning on asking someone out?
• You pondered this though, glancing over at the two, Asahi had a bright blush on his face, and Suga seemed confident in what he was saying.
• Asahi was soon pushed out back into somewhere close to the center, Suga laughed as he watched the male walk timidly in your direction.
• You tilt your head in confusion, but before you had time to process what he could ever possibly be doing, he was already right in front of you.
• “Y/n, I need to speak with you in private.. is that alright with you?” He asked, you nodded, allowing him to take you to a more secluded area of the gym.
• “I..I really like you y/n! I’d like to spend my life with you! If.. that’s okay of course.” He spoke.
• You chuckled. Kissing this tip of his nose, “Asahi, you’re really sweet, ya know that?” Accepting his confession.
• You swore his face was red for a whole week
Suga
• Oh boy he’s cocky.
• Not cocky in a way that he was bragging, but he was definitely confident in his charismatic ability to woo you.
• At least that’s what he said to Daichi
• Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t scared like Asahi
• Confidently walking into the Kurasuno Gym where a party was being hosted for the team, he noticed you were off more to the side.
• As Suga entered, you were thinking about how you would ask him out.
• A face dusted in pink once you both msre eye contact, Asahi had dragged the grey haired male off to the corner as he spoke about his crush, giving him some advice he pushed the taller male towards his crush.
• He laughed as he watched Asahi stumble towards his crush, he went off to do his own job.
• Walking up to you, he extended a hand towards you, “care to dance?” He asked, as a very spunky song started to play.
• The two of you danced around, laughing together, people watch, and though no one joined in, no one seemed to laugh or make fun if you.
• After the song was coming to an end, the male leaned in close, mumbling a quiet, “can I kiss you?” You nodded, your lips colliding into a passionate yet caring kiss.
Kiyoko
• Oh my god
• Can I just say
• This woman is the definition of gorgeous
• Btw in this story you’re a girl because I think the only man Kiyoko could get with is Tanaka and otherwise she loves women.
• I love her so much
• And so do you, she is the light of your life. She’s so pretty, and kind. She inspires you to do things you’d never do.
• The two of you were leaving the Kurasuno party to go to the sauna for an hour, though Yachi had to cancel because her mother was finally home for the day, the two of you decided to enjoy yourselves and have some girl time alone together.
• Once arriving at the sauna, you two rented out a personal bath, undressing yourselves you two got into the warm water.
• A sigh of relief escaped Kiyokos lips, she was definitely stressed due to having to deal with a whole team of volleyball players.
• You noticed her legs were pulled up to her chest. “Your legs, they’re covered in scars. I heard you used to do track and field but I didn’t think they’d leave that big of a mark.” You said.
• The females ears perked up as you spoke. “Oh, yeah. I fall quite often, I used to be so clumsy back then.” She giggled, tucking some stray hair back from behind her ear.
• “Well, whether you like them or not I think they’re beautiful. Scars make people unique.” You said with a smile.
• Kiyoko smiled, looking over at you. “Thank you, y/n. Your way with words really amazes me.” She said, turning to face you.
• Time passed, the two of you spoke, laughing and enjoying yourselves. Once you two were about to leave, Kiyoko stops you.
• “Before we depart, we should definitely hang out together a lot more. I like spending time with you alone.”
Lev
• Oh boy
• This man
• this stupid lanky man, doesn’t even realize he has a crush on you.
• Yaku literally had to spell it out for him and he still didn’t understand
• “Wait.. I’m in love with y/n? That isn’t possible, I mean sure I get really happy when I see them, and they’re really fun to be around! But I don’t like them like that.”
• Yaku had to go through so much to get it through his thick skull, “that idiot, those two of you are so dumb neither would even notice.” He mumbled.
• Now as Yaku mentioned earlier, the two of you are actual idiots, two dumbasses who keep eachother somewhat out of trouble.
• Kuroo was hosting a party at his house for the team, and being their manager you were invited as well.
• Knocking on the door, you were one of the last to show up to the party, as Kuroo opened the door, you walked inside and saw him.
• “Lev!!!!” You shouted excitedly, jumping into his arms, wrapping the Russian in a hug as if you didn’t see him yesterday.
• “Y/n!!!” The male cheered, picking you up and whirling you around. He was happy to see you, barely even thinking about what Yaku had said about the two of you both having mutual feeling which neither of you even knew about.
• The Nekoma party was going well, Kuroo was chatting with most of the team, Kenma was sitting in Kuroos room avoiding people, Yaku kept to himself, sometimes glaring at lev when he was being an idiot.
• The sun had set long ago, and the team was preparing to count ten seconds to midnight.
• As the countdown began, you and Lev shouted and cheered the numbers in unison, but just as soon as everyone was about to shout “1” you felt a small palm grip the back of your head and push your lips into the silver haired males.
• Pulling away with a laugh, you noticed that Yaku had a grip on both of your heads, the shorter male had forced the two of you into a kiss, which unsurprisingly both of you enjoyed.
• “That was fun y/n! Let’s do it again!” He cheered, a large smile on his face.
Aone
• Similar to Asahi, my homeboy is nervous
• He struggled to show it, but he does love you, he just doesn’t know what to do about the growing sickness in his stomach when he sees you.
• Luckily he got some help from the internet, telling how to flirt with his crush.
• Though date tech wasn’t hosting a party or anything, you had invited him over to your house to hang out for new years. Since your parents were out of town, you two had the night to yourselves.
• You heard a knock on your door, upon opening it you looked up to see the tall male which you had invited.
• “Oh! Hey Takanobu, come inside. You arrived later than I had expected, I didn’t think you’d even show up!” You laughed, walking him up to your room so the two of you could relax.
• “I’m sorry, should I have.. shown up sooner?” He asked, and before he could let you answer he remembered he had brought you something. “I brought you flowers, is that okay? I heard most people enjoy them on occasions like this.” He spoke in such a soft tone, needing reassurance for his actions. He was stiff, standing awkwardly at the door of your bedroom.
• You smiled, reassuring him that you were very thankful. You gestured him to sit on your bed with you, you hoped he’d make himself comfortable in your home.
• As he sat down, you smiled. The two of you spoke for hours, never once was it awkward for either of you. I guess that’s why Aone loved you, you were so easy to talk to, and you could always hold a conversation with him.
• As time went on, neither of you seemed to realize just how late it was, you had spoken for so long that you lost track of time.
• In a small break of silence, the larger male spoke up.
• “Y/n, I’ve.. known you for quite some time and though I may be scary, and you might hate me, I wanted to say that I like you a lot. I’d like to see you as more than a friend.” He spoke, a furiously red blush coating his cheeks as he sputtered out the words that came to his mind.
• You giggle, looking up at him you kiss him on the cheek, “I could never be afraid of you, Aone, you’re one of the sweetest people I know. I like you too.” You spoke with a smile, looking down you checked the time.
• “That kiss was right on time I guess. It’s exactly midnight!”
notes: bc hell week is sucking the life out of me rn i can’t wait for this week to end
asahi taking you into his big arms and perching you atop the kitchen countertop, telling you to stay still as he whips up a quick midnight snack. he knows of your tendency to overwork, and knows that you’ve been hunched in front of that laptop for who knows how long, so he takes chance of his size to pluck you out of your study chair, even for just a bit. sure, you kick and groan and swear at him a lot when he does so, but all that’s thrown to the back when he feeds you spoonfuls of your favorite cereal or oatmeal.
“say aaah”
“azumane asahi, i am not a child.”
you do it anyway because who were you to decline when you know that this, aside from cuddling with you nonstop in bed, was how he chose to show his love during the most hectic of times. it slows you both down.
when you take the bowl and spoon off his hands to serve yourself, he doesn’t leave his place in front of you, knees hugging his sides, legs swinging from the edge of the countertop like a child on a high chair. he watches the small smile that cracks its way into your face with every volumptious spoonful. most likely presses kisses on your forehead and tells you to look him in the eye when he says,
“please get some rest too, okay? if you need anything, you know i’ll just be in the room next door, alright?”
both of you had designated workspaces in different rooms because, well, both of you preferred it that way — a space you could fill with your and your own thoughts only. during your work breaks, though, you try to do something for each other. maybe it’s him knocking gently on your door, coaxing you out with a promise of a cup of your favorite warm drink waiting for you on the dining table, or sometimes it’s you slipping a brief, but sweet message written on a small paper under his door just to let him know you’re rooting for him as well. you weren’t oblivious to his exhaustion, of course; hours of focused work evident in his dishriveled appearance, half-lidded eyes fighting to stay open, sluggish movements, and the tell-tale bags under his eyes, and yet, his smile never loses its warmth, and his hug, its tightness.
hell week nights have never been better since azumane came around. in the comfort of personal space, two people work with eyebrows scrunched together, chewing on the skin of their lips while silently awaiting the end of long task, the end of a long day. feigning off sleepiness for just a little more for even at the brink of exhaustion, there is a silver lining: sides of faces hitting the cold and fluffy plumpness of a pillow, and mumbles of “goodnight”’s and “i love you”’s, feeling the steady warmth and presence of your beloved beside you as you sleep.
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not repost and plagiarize or else i’m coming for your kneecaps. written on 17 Feb 2022.
remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?
the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.
broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.
it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.
it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.
you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.
yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.
something shifts beside you.
their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.
you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.
it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.
you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.
everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.
hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.
notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.
DISCLAIMER: I am not fluent in Japanese and the translations are not 100% accurate, so there may be lots of inaccuracies. Please let me know if there’s any mistakes I made in the translation!
Please do not repost my translations anywhere else!
An Asahi Azumane story from the HQ+Kareshi Childhood Friend series
back on my bs again- the a/n is a bit confusing so ill try explain(?) i guess the author is immersing themselves in the story and is calling their mom bc asahi is doing their chores again haha i imagine their tone is like candice (“who’s candice?” “CANDEEZ-”) from phineas and ferb LMAOOOO “mOOOM ASAHI’S DOING MY CHORES AGAINNNN” then again i coulda totally done this wrong-
DISCLAIMER: I am not fluent in Japanese and the translations are not 100% accurate, so there may be lots of inaccuracies. Please let me know if there’s any mistakes I made in the translation!
Please do not repost my translations anywhere else!
An Asahi Azumane story from the HQ+Kareshi Childhood Friend series
i think it’s absolutely criminal to bully asahi like this- HOW COULD THEY also the a/n says something like “monopolizing” the album to themselves and i find that so hilarious lol
also, no, we do not talk about my absences i have horrible tumblr attendance
Two strangers on the last year of their twenties navigate the kaleidoscopic world of fashion along the streets of Lucere District. As their star-crossed lives intertwine, so do their hearts—wrinkling a world ironed by fate.
PART 01 |Chapter One○Chapter Two PART 02 | PART 03 | PART 04
Pairing:Azumane Asahi x F!Reader (who sometimes wears glasses) Genre:Soulmate AU, Star-Crossed, Slow Burn, Strangers to — Warnings:Death of a parent/friend Chapter Two Word Count: 8k
Two strangers on the last year of their twenties navigate the kaleidoscopic world of fashion along the streets of Lucere District. As their star-crossed lives intertwine, so do their hearts—wrinkling a world ironed by fate.
PART 01|Chapter One ○ Chapter Two PART 02 | PART 03 | PART 04
Pairing:Azumane Asahi x F!Reader (who sometimes wears glasses) Genre:Soulmate AU, Star-Crossed, Slow Burn, Strangers to — Warnings:Death of a parent/friend Chapter One Word Count: 8k Written For: @mrskenmakozume’s Simp Me Not Collab!
Author’s Note: names in this fic are written as [first name last name]. also thanks for hosting this collab ella! you’ve successfully converted me to an asahi stan
“Neither you nor I nor anyone can ever really know whether a story is happy or tragic.” — Won-pyung Sohn, Almond
