“are you sure?”

warnings: smut

characters: koshi sugawara, keiji akaashi

request: Hiii! I just found your blog and I just want to say that I love it so much!! I thinking maybe you could write some headcanons of sugawara and akaashi w/ a shy and very inexperienced s/o (nsfw please, if you’re comfortable with writing that!!) Thank you so much! (//∇//)

a/n: i may have went a lil overboard with suga but i’m sorry, i just love him ok lmao

sugawara

- suga is your first everything

- your first boyfriend. your first kiss. your first love. and now, your first time

- it’s something you and him have been silently anticipating for awhile

- but he wanted to wait until you were fully comfortable and ready for it, and you did too

- but as you are currently straddling his lap on the couch, his lips glued to yours in a messy kiss while his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly grazing your sides

- you know you’re finally ready

“suga.” you say, pulling away from the kiss.

“hm?” he hums, his eyes meeting yours as he patiently waits for you to continue.

“i-i want you. i’m ready.” you say almost too softly for him to even process what you just said. but he does process it and his eyebrows raise in shock.

“are you sure?” he questions and you nod in response. he looks at you for a moment before giving you a quick kiss as he picks you up. your legs wrap tightly around his torso and your arms losely around his neck, then he takes you into his bedroom. 

he doesn’t want you losing your most precious gift on a dingy old couch, and would much rather do it in the comfort of his bed, hence him taking you there. he lays you gently on your back, you just looking up at him nervously. you don’t want to be nervous, but you can’t help it. you’ve heard so many varying stories of how losing your virginity could go terribly wrong, or beautifully right and you are truly hoping for the latter. suga notices your worried expression and frowns.

“are you sure you want to do this y/n? there’s no pressure, really.” he says softly.

“no i want to, trust me i do. i’m just nervous. i mean, you’ve done this before. plenty of times. what if i’m just not as good? what if i can’t satisfy you?” you admit.

“what? y/n, no. please don’t think like that. it doesn’t matter how much experience i’ve had, nor how much you’ve had. what matters is how much i care about you, which is enough to make this better than anything i’ve ever done.” suga reassures you and you smile. the boy always has such a way with his words.

“you’re right. i’m just in my head too much and i think the anticipation of waiting is making it worse so can we just…” you trail off and suga knows exactly what you were going to say.

“right, sorry.” he chuckles before leaning in to kiss you again. your back is on the bed, with suga hovering above you. he kisses you gently, making sure not to be too rough so that you feel safe, and it works. his body is placed in between your legs and you can feel yourself get hotter as you feel suga growing harder, lightly and subconsciously jutting his hips against you. 

you find yourself accidentally moaning into the kiss and you swear you feel suga smirk, which makes you slightly embarrassed. but at this point you don’t care. you want to be moaning for him. you want to be a moaning mess for him and only him. he slowly breaks the kiss away from your lips, moving it down your jaw, then to your neck. you knew your neck was sensitive but once suga’s lips were against it, you realized the severity of that sensitivity. a soft moan of suga’s name leaves your lips and his whole body goes stiff before he pulls away to look at you.

“you sound so pretty.” he says sweetly and you can’t help but shy away at his words, hiding your face with your hands.

“hey, nuh uh. let me see your face.” he chuckles and you comply with his orders. “much better.” he mumbles before reattaching his lips to your neck. he works there for awhile, sucking and nipping at the skin. surely leaving a bruise that you would have to figure out how to cover up the next day. then he pulls away and begins taking your shirt off. within seconds the thin piece of clothing is off your body and on the floor, and suga is back to sucking marks onto your skin. this time on the exposed parts of your chest, and the whimpers you’re providing him are giving him quite the satisfaction. he skillfully reaches behind your back and unclaspes your bra, then tosses the article to the side just as he did your shirt. you’re amazed at the lack of effort in this trick of his, but not given the time to bring attention to it before suga’s mouth is sucking softly on your nipple. you hum at the new sensation, and smile at how peaceful suga looks as he does his work.

“you’re so cute.” you say and suga just looks up at you and smiles, your nipple still in his mouth which makes you laugh. even while pleasuring you suga doesn’t fail to put a smile on your face and you love that. a few more seconds of nipple sucking and soft moaning goes on before suga moves on and starts kissing his way down your body.

your whole body tingles as he gets closer to the area between your legs, your eyes watching him closely. he slides down the shorts you’re wearing with ease, you helping him get them off your ankles. he then looks up at you, the expression on his face looking as though he’s asking for permission. with your permission, he takes your underwear off aswell, instantly fully erect at the sight of your bare core.

“fuck” he mumbles under his breath, wasting no time in getting a taste of you. his tongue is warm and soft against your sensitive area, and it feels good. so good. you moan out suga’s name and grip onto his hair, a little too hard at the sudden sensation. “shit, sorry.” you groan, feeling your face get hot. “don’t be, i liked it.” suga smirks and you roll your eyes, forgetting that your boyfriend has quite a kinky side that you haven’t gotten to tap into yet. but that’s quickly forgotten as he continues to lick your sweet spot. tongue fucking you for a little, then sucking on your clit. a nice little rotation that was driving you insane and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, he sticks a finger inside of you.

“holy shit.” you gasp, and again you swear you can feel suga smirking against you but you don’t care, he’s earned his right to smirk. you find yourself grinding your hips against suga’s tongue and fingers, desperate to reach your high and suga clearly notices. he helps you out by adding a second finger and focusing his mouth just on your clit, which makes the most obscene noise leave your mouth.

“hm, you’re close aren’t you?” suga asks, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. you groan at the sudden lack of contact.

“well i was.” you say shortly, somewhat annoyed that you were just robbed of your release.

“don’t be mad bunny. i just want you to cum with my dick inside of you, not my fingers.” suga grins and your stomach churns. the way he had just said something so dirty with the most wholesome smile on his face did something to you, and you’re sure that was his intention. he pulls off his pants and boxers, his hard member slapping softly against his stomach. this isn’t the first time you’ve seen it but it still takes you by surprise as you watch him put on a condom and the urge to feel it inside of you takes over.

“please suga, i need it. now.” you beg, desperate to feel something again after the tease that suga just gave you.

“hm, what a good girl. begging for me and i didn’t even ask you to.” he smiles before slowly inserting himself into you. you both moan at the wave of pleasure that rushes over you while he slides himself all the way in. suga places one hand on the headboard to steady himself and uses the other to rub your clit with his thumb. his thrusts are slow enough for you to get used to his size without hurting you, but deep enough to make you moan desperately.

“mm, suga. you feel so good.” you sigh, your eyes shut in pleasure, head thrown back against the pillow and your mouth agape letting out more moans. this image alone makes it nearly impossible for suga not to bust right then and there but he holds back, wanting to make you climax first. he continues to rub your clit while simultaneously beginning to speed up his thrusts, earning positive feedback with your noises. he does this for another minute or two while also alternating between kissing you and your neck. before you know it, you’re gripping the sheets and arching your back off the bed, the most intense wave of pleasure coming over you as you quickly reach your orgasm. you’ve made yourself orgasm plenty of times before, but never like this.

“fuck suga, oh my god.” you breathe out, attempting to regain your composure while suga is beginning to lose his.

“that was so hot, you’re so hot.” his voice shakes and you can tell he’s close by how sloppy his thrusts are getting. he gets a few more pumps in before pulling out, yanking the condom off, and cumming all over your stomach with a deep moan of your name. his fingers grip onto your waist as he releases, and you watch the pretty face he makes as he begins to come back down.

suga collapses down beside you. “sheesh, i don’t think i’ve cum that hard ever.” he chuckles, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“yeah, me either.” you giggle, your mind still hazy from your own orgasm.

“hm, i’m glad. i hope i was able to make your first time meet your expectations.” suga says sweetly.

“oh baby, you exceeded them.”

akaashi

- you and akaashi have done sexual things before

- but you just haven’t been ready to fully go all the way yet, and akaashi is completely ok with that

- he’s patient and respects that you need time despite secretly wanting to just fully let go whenever you guys do anything sexual

- but he knows you’re a virgin and is aware that you’re a bit shy in regards to that

- so he doesn’t pressure you, not in the slightest which you appreciate deeply

- but one day your mindset completely changes and you’re just about ready to risk it all

you’re watching akaashi closely on the court. he’s doing amazing in today’s game. all of his sets are landing perfectly, helping the team earn some powerful spikes and rack up points. although you swore you were paying attention to the whole team, the truth is your eyes were glued to akaashi the whole time. something was hitting different about him today. maybe the way he was glowing with sweat from going all out? the way he was exuding confidence on the court after his team kept making points? you don’t know, but what you do know is that you want him and you want him now.

but unfortunately that can’t happen, so you patiently wait for the game to finish before you meet up with your exhausted yet triumphant boyfriend.

“great job today babe.” you say embracing the boy in a big hug, wrapping your arms around his neck while he gently rests his around your waist.

“haha thank you y/n, i’m drenched in sweat though. you never hug me when i’m sweaty like this.” he says with a raised eyebrow, wondering why the sudden change.

“honestly just needed to touch you.” you admit more to yourself than you do to him.

“oh?” he says noticing the look in your eyes. he’s seen that look before. the look you give because you’re too shy to say ‘fuck me.’

“so you really enjoyed watching me out there today huh?” he smiles, now knowing exactly what you want without you having to say a word.

“mhmm.” you hum, waiting for him to take the initiative as he usually does.

“i’ll take care of you when we get home.” he whispers into your ear and a shiver runs down your spine, you couldn’t wait.

the ride home seems antagonizingly long, but finally you arrive to yours and akaashi’s shared apartment. as soon as you’re within the doors of your home, the two of you are all over each other. lips attaching messily, tongue involved in no time. hands. hands everywhere. both of you feeling each other up, eager to feel the other’s touch. somehow you make it safely to the bedroom with no trips or stumbles, never disconnecting the kiss until you plop yourself down onto the bed, akaashi doing the same next to you.

“so what do you want? the usual? you want me to eat you out?” akaashi asks breathlessly.

“um, actually akaashi…” you trail off, a bit nervous to tell him what you want.

“what is it babe?” he asks, concern spreading over his face.

“i want to go all the way this time. i want you to take my virginity.” you say bluntly. akaashi’s mouth gapes open slightly at your words. he has been waiting for this day for who knows how long, and now that it’s here? he has no clue what to do with himself.

“are you sure?” is all he mutters.

“i’m one hundred percent positive.” you assure him.

he smiles at you cutely before kissing you again. slowing down the tempo now that he knows this will be a bit more of a serious ordeal. you like the slowness of the kiss though, feeling his lips pressing gently against yours while his hands rest on your hips. it gives you butterflies.

akaashi temporarily stops the kiss to move you farther up onto the bed so now your head is resting on the pillows. he wants you to be as comfortable as possible and figures this will help.

“comfortable?” he asks, just to make sure and you nod. he then takes off his shirt and you follow his lead, removing yours too. then goes your pants, and your underwear, and the two of you are left completely naked.

you blush at the sight of your boyfriend. you realize you’ve never seen him fully naked. you’ve either seen him with his shirt off, or with his pants off while you gave him head. but never at the same time. and he’s never seen you fully naked either. either with your shirt off, or your bottoms off. never both. so you both just take a moment to soak in the sights in front of you.

“you’re so stunning.”

“you’re so handsome.”

the two of you speak in unison and laugh at the coincidence.

“no seriously though y/n, you’re insanely beautiful.” akaashi says, scanning over your body.

“hm, thank you baby.” you hum and a huge grin takes over your face, and akaashi’s as well.

he then starts kissing your neck. leaving soft small pecks all over the exposed skin. that was his favorite thing to do because it tickles so you always giggle a little bit. half giggle, half moan, and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

“i know foreplay is important, but if i don’t fuck you now i’m not gonna make it.” akaashi admits agaist your neck, still placing kisses.

“that’s ok.” you laugh, “i’m already wet enough anyway.” you confess.

“shit, you are.” akaashi groans as he pulls away to peak at your pussy, which was currently glistening with your wetness. “that’s hot.” he mumbles more to himself than to you but you still smile anyway.

“are you sure you’re ready?” he asks again.

“i told you, i’m positive.” you reassure him.

with that, he positions himself at your entrance. his eyes are locked on your face, wanting to see your reaction as it goes in. he pushes himself in at a slow pace. a pace that would have been irritating to anyone with more experience, but for you it was perfect because the stretch you feel is very new. it hurts a little, but watching akaashi’s face and hearing his soft moan as he thrusts himself into you makes it all worth it.

“shit.” he groans once he’s all the way inside and you moan too, him hitting a spot that made your whole body tingle.

“right there, do that again akaashi.” you say and he does exactly that, earning another rich moan from your lips. he smiles at your noise, secretly trying to hold himself back from cumming just from that.

he continues to slowly thrust into you, purposely aiming to hit the spot that you like so much just so he can keep hearing your moans. he then watches you as you place your fingers on your clit, rubbing it expertly. his cock twitches at the view in front of him. you with your legs wide open with him deep inside you as you desperately rub yourself, looking up at him innocently. a complete contradiction to what the two of you are currently doing. and just as he thinks you can’t make it any harder for him not to cum you moan,

“akaashi, please go faster.” and he nearly passes out.

though he does not, and gives you exactly what you asked for. his thrusts increase in speed but he maintains his deep aim into your g spot and you feel yourself begin to tremble. he just watches in awe, knowing that you’re getting close to your limit.

“i-i’m close.” you moan, legs beginning to tighten around akaashi’s waist where you currently had them wrapped.

“cum for me y/n, please cum for me.” he says, partly wanting you to cum for your own pleasure and partly because he’s quite literally about to explode.

he can tell you’re there by the way your trembling gets slightly more aggressive and your moans get quite a bit louder and more consistent, and this brings him over the edge too. he quickly pulls out of you and cums on the bedsheets next to your body, the two of you panting as you come down from your highs.

“my god akaashi, if i would have known it’d be that good i would’ve asked you to take my virginity forever ago” you say and he laughs before showering your face in kisses.

COCKWARMING THE PRETTY SETTERS

warnings: definitely smut 

characters: tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, koshi sugawara

a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha

oikawa

 - oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not

- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself

- but here you are

- and he LOVES being around you 

- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley

-though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails 

-  he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you

- and you love it

- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you 

- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy

the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did. 

“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel. 

“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly. 

“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you. 

“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.

“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.

“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.

“goodnight princess.”

“goodnight oikawa.”

-you definitely have morning sex when you wake up

kageyama

- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are

- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not 

- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed 

- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it 

- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things

- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance

- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you

- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink

you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.

“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.

“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.

“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.

“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences. 

“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.

“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened. 

“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend. 

“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.

“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.

“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom. 

kenma

- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games

- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention

- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend

- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him 

- but sometimes you get needy

- really needy 

- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that

- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend

kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.

‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles 

“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?” 

“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.

you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.

“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously. 

“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes. 

kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you. 

every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.

sugawara

- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating

- his kinkiness surprised you too

- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla

- but you were very mistaken

- not that you’re complaining though

- he’s always open to trying new things

- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued

“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug

“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.

“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old. 

“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.

“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.

“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.

“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.

“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction. 

warnings: kinda smutty

characters: shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, ryu tanaka, asahi azumane, kei tsukishima, yu nishinoya, tadashi yamaguchi   

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hinata

- hinata asks you to help him practice spiking since you’re actually pretty decent at setting, despite you not playing volleyball

- it’s not your favorite thing to do, but you help him because he’s your boyfriend and you love him

- but you figured if he was gonna force you to set for him for hours on end, you would at least have some fun with it 

- you purposely mess up a set so that it lands nicely right in between you and him

- you knew he’d try and pick it up, so you just had to be faster 

- before he could get the ball, you were already kneeling down so you could pick it up

- now your short boyfriend looks a bit taller, hovering over you in your spot on the floor

- he looks down at you as if he’s waiting for you to get up, but you don’t

- instead you move your head terribly close to his crotch and smile

- “i- y/n? you, you wanna do that here? in the gym? anyone can walk in.” he says nervously  

- you giggle at his adorableness 

- “no bub, i’m just picking up the ball.” you say

- he immediately goes red 

- “hey! you know what you were doing.” he pouts

- you just laugh and give him a kiss on the cheek before continuing to set to him

- and since you feel bad, you give him a little treat when you get home ;)

sugawara

- he’s typing away on his computer, writing an essay that’s due the next day

- the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table, him typing and you eating

- his brows are furrowed in concentration, he looks stressed

- and that sparks an idea in your head 

- somehow you manage to sneak your way under the table without him noticing

- he’s just THAT concentrated

- and you find yourself in between his legs

- he jumps at the sudden feeling of someone pressing themselves up against him

- he glances under the table at you and chuckles

- “y/n, why are you under the table? what are you- oh.” sudden realization hits your boyfriend last minute and he raises his eyebrows

- “are you trying to give me a blowjob? because i could use one right about now.” he sighs as he sits back, waiting for you to take over

- you felt bad deceiving him like this, knowing how much he would enjoy being relieved by you right now

- but you carry through with your plan

- you move your hands that were placed on his legs up and down his thighs lightly before bending down

- he closes his eyes, anticipating for you to unbutton his pants or something

- but instead you come back up with a pencil in hand

- “just getting this pencil that you dropped for you.” you smile as you hand him the pencil and sit back down in your chair

- he just looks you up and down in amusement and you laugh

- “hm, laugh all you want. it’s funny that you think you’re gonna get away with this.” he smirks 

- and suddenly you’re quiet

-knowing damn well that when suga is done with that essay, you’re done for

tanaka

- you and tanaka are friends special friends

- friends with benefits if you will

- you guys are always hanging out with each other, and every once in awhile, you get a little frisky

- so it’s not unusual for you to just get on your knees and suck tanaka off whenever you please

- he enjoys it

- you enjoy it

- it’s a win win

- but you’ve never not gone through with it, so you can’t wait to see his reaction when you trick him

- the two of you are in the car, going to get some food

- he’s driving and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, plotting your prank

- he’s in the middle of telling you a story that quite frankly has lost your interest, so you decide that now is the perfect time

- you begin putting your hair up in a messy bun, and he gives you a look

- he knows exactly what that bun is for

- “oh shit. road head?” he smirks and is clearly getting excited

- you say nothing, just lean over towards him and he moves his arm so you could have better access

- you fidget around with his pants, him not being able to look at you because his eyes are focused on the road, before finding what you were looking for

- “aha, got it.” you say as you pull his wallet out of his pocket

- “mind if i borrow a dollar?” 

- “are you serious?” he looks at you all frowned up, his tone half disappointed and half confused

- you start laughing at him and he just grunts

- “i really thought i was finally gonna get some road head.” he pouts

- “oh what a big baby, you’ll get over it” you tease

- “fine, no food for you.” he retaliates 

- “wait no, i take it back.”

- “then suck.” he orders, gesturing to his member and you happily oblige 

tadashi

- you know that tadashi has a crush on you

- like a huge crush

- but he doesn’t know that you know

- so you use this knowledge against him

- you tutor him every wednesday because he struggles a bit with chemistry

-ironically enough 

- and you can’t help but notice how flustered he gets around you 

- so you being the terrible person you are, plan to use this against him 

-and he just made it so easy for himself

- he accidently spilled some of the food he was eating in his lap but hasn’t noticed, so you began executing your plan

- “hey tadashi, stand up.” you say somewhat assertively

- “why?” he questions

- “just stand up”

- he submissively follows your instruction

- “i don’t understand what you want me to stand for. is the supposed to help-”

- he notices where your eyes are focused, right on his crotch and he immediately blushes 

- “oh, y/n…i’ve never done this before. you can do it, but i-i’m a little nervous.”

- your heart SINKS 

- he’s so precious

- and now you feel guilty, so you kind of go along with it rather than tricking him

- “well umm, you just made a mess on your lap. i wanted to know if you’d let me help get it off.” you say softly

- he looks down at himself then back to you and nods with a shy “yeah”

- you lightly brush the mess off his crotch with your hand, but even just that light touch makes him tense up

- after that you end up tutoring him in something neither of you expected you to

nishinoya

- nishinoya LOVES going down on you

- like that’s definitely up there on his top ten list of things he loves most in this world

- but even more than that

- he LOVES when you go down on him 

- shit absolutely destroys him and you love it because usually, he’s the one destroying you 

- so when you see a tiktok of this trend, you absolutely HAVE to try it

- you start as soon as you wake up

- positioning yourself as if you’re about to give him head, but just end up grabbing the remote on the dresser beside him instead 

- he rolls his eyes but says nothing in response, so you do it again later 

- you’re both in the pantry, looking for snacks

- you slowly go down on your knees and he prepares himself again

- but you just grab a bag of chips from the bottom shelf and stand up

- he huffs at you and rolls his eyes again, but still no response which makes you laugh but also makes you somewhat frustrated 

- you try for the third and final time but before you could even go through with it, he places his hand on your neck and pushes you up against the wall

- “you think i don’t know what you’re doing? your little tiktok prank? well it’s not gonna slide baby, you’re not gonna get away with teasing me like that.” he smirks 

- you gulp

-uh oh

- nishinoya usually isn’t very rough 

- but every once in awhile something sets him off, like you just did 

- and you just know you aren’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow 

-you were right 

YOU INITIATE THE FIRST KISS

warnings: none just fluff :))

characters: asahi azumane, koshi sugawara, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume

a/n: these are just my faves, you can request others if you’d like haha

KENMA

- you and kenma have been dating for a little less than a month now

- but because of his shy and timid nature, your guys’ physical intimacy hasn’t exceeded past hand holding and an occasional cuddle

- you respect kenma’s boundaries and how nervous physical interactions make him of course, but as everyday passes you want to kiss him more and more

- he’ll do something cute and romantic and all you wanna do is jump his bones but then remember that he would probably freak out

- “whatcha thinking about?” kenma asks you as he notices the frowned look on your face

- you are currently playing with his hair as he lays on your lap, and it’s taking all of you not to just kiss him

- but you don’t know if you should tell him that

- “hey, i asked you a question.” he says gently

- “oh sorry, umm. you just, you look so cute and peaceful when i play with your hair and i…” you trail off

- “you what?”

- “and i…can i kiss you?” you ask softly

- he blushes and smiles before nodding ‘yes’ and you finally get what you had been wanting for so long

- the kiss is short and sweet, but nonetheless amazing for both of you

- “thank you for letting me do that.” you say

- “hm, i should’ve done it a long time ago.” he coos before kissing your cheek

ASAHI

- overhears you tell your friend you want to learn how to spike during class

- he sees it as an opportunity to help his crush so he offers to help, and you accept

- extremely nervous to hang out with you outside of class for the first time

-but plays it off as if he isn’t

- you are typically a reciever in volleyball

- so teaching you how to spike is slightly difficult at first

- but asahi is very persistent on trying to get you to hit a decent spike, so he patiently teaches you the technique

- and after several tries, you finally hit a good one

- “i did it!”

- “yes you did it y/n! i knew you could!”

- you thank asahi and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug

- then give him a light peck on the lips as you let go

- “you’re welcome y/n” he chuckles shyly as a deep blush creeps over his face.

SUGAWARA

- you two meet during your first week at university

- the two of you bond over both being first years and being nervous about what uni would be like

- over the course of a few weeks you guys become pretty close friends

- and during that course of time you just so happened to catch feelings for the soft, grey haired boy

- so you asked him to meet you at your guys’ “secret spot” a shaded area under a tree on campus, so you could confess

- he meets you there without a second guess, expecting you to just want to study together or chat like you always do

- “hi y/n!” he greets you

- but you don’t even respond and grab him lightly before planting your kiss, the anticipation taking over you

- he looks at you with an expression full of confusion and excitement before kissing you again

- “i’ve been wanting to do that since the day i met you.” he says with a warm smile

KAGEYAMA

- you are one of the many people that get on kageyama’s nerves

- you don’t know why, but something about you really irks that boy

- you sit next to each other in math and you never fail to get a better grade than him on every test

- “are you kidding me?! i studied all night!” kageyama grunts

- “and you still got a c while i’m sitting here with a 100%, A+” you tease

- sometimes you purposely would do things to tick kageyama off, just to see that cute angry pout he gives you for the rest of the class period

- “i’ll get a better grade than you someday y/n.” kageyama huffs as he crosses his arms

- “yeah right, and i’ll kiss you when you do.” you laugh, not thinking it would ever happen

- but little did you know that was all he would need to succeed

- a week had passed and your class was getting handed back the graded tests that you had just taken

- “ha! a 95% tobio, could you beat that?” you snark

- “actually, yes.” he smirks before showing you his paper which had a big ‘100% A+’ written on the top

- your face went blank before realizing what you had to do

- you lean into kageyama and leave a soft kiss on his lips

- he tries to hide his huge grin and fails miserably

- “i knew i’d earn that kiss.”

Part 6- … All right UwU soft Boi

A/n- Hey guys- so I’m currently pretty busy with assignments so this is more of a filler chapter while my brain cells are currently pre-occupied. Sorry about the delay but the actual story will progress next week hopefully-

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Y/n Semi is a professional volleyball player and single mom to her daughter Nao. Thanks to her friend Hinata, she finds herself with no choice but to help out at her daughter’s school teaching volleyball. This is when she meets Sugawara and starts to fall in love all over again.

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A/N- Hey Guys! Thank you so much for the love on my last 3 posts! It means alot to me! Anyway I just wanted to mention that the messages go into dark mode to indicate Sugawara’s P.O.V. Thanks again for reading and I’ll see you in the next part! <3

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1-Welcome Home Semi

2-A Semi With A Soft Side?

3-Get Rid Of Last Night’s Hook Up

4-Sugar Got A Sweet Spot?

5-Ight I’m Out-

6-… All right UwU soft boi

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Here are some sweet setters asking the Manager of Shiratorizawa out!

Includes: Oikawa, Sugawara, Kageyama, Akaashi and Kenma x Manager!Reader

Warnings- Slight mention of blood in Suga’s.

{A/n- This is my first ever Head canon so please don’t be afraid to tell me how I can improve! And, I hope you enjoy!}

Oikawa-

•   So the first time this boy met you was at a game where they were playing Shiratorizawa
•   Que Wakatoshi walking up to Oikawa, the pretty setter rolling his eyes because bby boy knows what’s coming.
•   “Oikawa, you should’ve come to-“ A swift volleyball to the head cause Wakatoshi to stop talking and Oikawa to stand in shock
•   That’s when the most attractive person he has ever seen appeared in front of him
•  And believe me, bby boy has looked in the mirror multiple times
•   You grabbed Wakatoshi by the ear and scolded him
•   “leave Oikawa alone you overgrown statue!”
•   The comment cause Oikawa to cackle as you apologized with Wakatoshi still in hand
•   As you took him away Oikawa was left standing there gaping at your back
•   Bby boy realized he should’ve gone to Shiratorizawa
  
•   Oikawa couldn’t get you off of his mind, so when he heard he was going to a training camp and Shiratorizawa would be there, boy was vibrating due to excitement.
•   Boy managed to spend every second he wasn’t training with you, or he would leave you gifts if he knew he was going to be busy all day
•   This is how you started to wake up to a bouquet of different flowers he had picked every morning
•   On the last day of training camp, you were both very close and he was helping you pack your things
•   Took so much time due to the sheer amount of gifts
  
•   This is when he pulled out a stuffed teddy of himself and gave it to you
•   “y/n, I don’t want you to miss me too much when I’m not around so here”
•  You start to panic saying how you haven’t got him anything
•   Smooth bby pulls you close “just give me your heart Y/n” and kisses you
•   You become a puddle in his arms and give into his kiss.

Sugawara-

• God he’s so cute I can’t!
• Training with the boys had gotten you pretty accustom to flying volleyballs, However what you hadn’t expected to be smacked in the back of the head with one after Hinata forgot to actually aim the ball
• Sweet baby got so many death stares of Shiratorizawa 
• Sugawara was the first one to reach you and help you sit up
• he tried to ask you if you were okay but all forms of words got caught in his throat as he stared into your eyes
• That was until blood started dripping from your nose due to your ever-so-graceful face plant
• Mom-mode activate
• Boy picked up up like it was nothing and rushed to the first-aid room
• he stayed with you, making sure to get you water and food
• grazing his hand as you took the cup of water had you blushing
• staring to get worried he leaned in to check if you had a fever and ended up inches away from your lips
• The boy blushed when he realized how close he was to you but couldn’t stop looking at you, begging himself to kiss you
• Just as he worked up the courage to make a move, Tendou showed up
• You silently cursed your team’s awful timing
• “sorry to interrupt, but if you’re done smooching our manager, we kinda need her back now”
  
• Pretty sure you were redder then Tendou’s hair at this point, and Suga wasn’t any better
• He couldn’t get you off of his damn mind for ages
• so when he saw you in a diner, he couldn’t believe his luck
• “hey, Y/n”
  
• You looked up and sent him a soft smile “Hello Sugawara”
• “If you’re not busy, mind if I join you?”
  
• You two spent the next 2 hours talking about volleyball and other interests you both had.
• When it was time to leave he walked you to your car, but he couldn’t let you go just yet
• sweet boy brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “I hope I can see you again Y/n. Maybe next time I can be a date?”
• You agreed to his question and organised to meet him tomorrow for a date

Kageyama-

• This was the worst moment in Kageyama’s life
• His milk had gotten stuck in the vending machine
• Before angry boy had time to smash the glass, the machine shook as a foot had connected with it
• The milk fell but Kageyama’s eye were glued to the angel that stood in front of him
• you sent him a sweet smile and ran to join your team
• his eyes couldn’t leave you, well that was until Semi stood directly in front of you and sent a dirty scowl his way
• Poor baby ran away so fast he forgot his milk
• Half way through practice, you had gotten particularly thirsty and went back to the vending machine. 
• You noticed Kageyama’s stray milk and picked it up 
• Going over to where Karasuno was practicing, you saw him sitting on the bench, seemingly sulking
• “Hello again Kageyama, I think you forgot this” You said while handing him the milk
  
• Bby’s world lit up. He was in love with this Milk Deity. Yes it was that easy
• The only problem was Kag’s didn’t know what the hecc a crush was, let alone how to ask one out
• so he went to his mum
• Yes, I’m talking about Suga
• “Suga, I think I’m dying”
• This causes Suga to stare at the setter with confusion
• “Every time I see y/n my heart beings to race and I can’t breath. I also get sweaty. I think I’m allergic to them”
  
• It took Suga s hot minuet to stop laughing at the fact Kageyama’s conclusion was he was allergic to you
• “Kageyama, you have a crush on Y/n. You’re not allergic to them” 
  
• “A crush?” Poor baby had the most deadpanned expression you’ve ever seen as he took in the new information
  
• It took him a whole week to process this, and another week to get your number, and another month to ask you out
• “Y/n, turns out I have a crush on you. Date me.”
  
• It was less of a question and more of a demand
• Lucky for him, you had liked him since you first met, so you accepted quickly
• you pulled him into a tight embrace and kissed his cheek
• You killed him
• Congratulations :)

Akaashi-

• How the hell did you end up here? How the hell did this grown-ass man end up lost in the middle of your practice?
• He said his name was Bokuto and that’s all he’ll say other then a string of what can only be described as sad owl noises
• and now, you’re walking around campus hand-in-hand with him trying to find the Fukurodani team because they lost their damn captain
• Walking around you heard someone call Bokuto and you literally saw the boys hair inflate along with his growing smile
• “AKAASHIIIIII!!!!” he screamed next to you “LOOK I MADE A FRIEND”
  
• yeah, as confusing as it was, you quickly had grown to like Bokuto 
• “Hello, thank you for looking after our captain, he get’s distracted and walks off” Akaashi said giving Bokuto an evil stare
• “See you soon y/n” Bokuto waved as he walked away
  
• you felt Akaashi’s eyes linger on you a little longer as he walked away
• What Akaashi didn’t realize is that you’d walk into the gym with the rest of Shiratorizawa trailing behind you
• “Y/N” Bokuto’s scream could be heard outside the gym as he bounded up to you and tackled you into a hug
  
• Your laugh rang in Akaashi’s ears, it was angelic 
• His eyes raked over your laughing form when he noticed your smile and the way your eyes crinkled as you looked at the owl-like boy
• He couldn’t stop the pang of jealousy, nor could he stop his body from pulling Bokuto off you and holding you protectively 
• He blushed when he realized what he’d done, and so had you
• Mostly because you were currently wrapped in the hot setter’s muscles but I digress 
• His crush became more and more apparent to him as he watched you through out the game
• Boy was so distracted even Bokuto noticed his lack of participation
• “Akaashi, care to stop ogling at y/n and maybe PLAY THE DAMN GAME”
  
• Bokuto’s scolding had reached your ears, causing a deep blush on your face which Akaashi had noticed
• During the break of the game, Akaashi noticed Bokuto talking to you again which caused him to grab your hand and drag you out of the gym
• “Akaashi? Is everything okay?”
  
• Akaashi grabbed you and held you close 
• “I’m sorry, I can’t ignore how I feel when I see you talk to anyone else”
  
• He kissed your forehead and basically begged to take you out on a date
• Meanwhile you were literally deceased in his arms
• You’ve had a crush on Akaashi for a while so this is your dream come true
• Of course you agreed to date the setter
• Would be a lit plot twist if you said no though….

Kenma-

nooks and crannies ; kōshi sugawara

warningsnot sure

genrefluff

word count 0.2k

inspirationn/a

synopsisin which hours in a school library become the highlight of your hectic life

author’s note alright, bare with me guys. one ) i haven’t written in like forever so yes, ik this is hot garbage. two ) this is my first anime related drabble so yay to that. hope it didn’t too bad, i really like the concept so there’s that lol ,, also did not proofread ‍♀️

School, like any other student, was something you dreaded. The stress, the people, the work, and did you mention the stress? It was hard to find time for yourself. Life was constantly taking you on a ride that had no stops, no breaks. Especially with it being your third year, there was no time for slacking. To say you had no hope for anything to make you feel clear in such a crowded time in your life was an understatement. The outcome of you finding something like that seemed impossible.

Thatisuntil your beloved librarian gave you the opportunity every other weekday to give a hand around the school library. Although it might’ve been turned down by your peers, you did anything but. It was like a dream getaway. A dusty, spider infested getaway with a strange leather smell. But you couldn’t care less. How could you when the other slot was filled by someone like Sugawara?

Not only was the job of helping around the library one of the most easiest jobs you’ve ever had, you had someone to enjoy it with. When it felt like there was nothing else to be done, Sugawara would take your wrist and drag you around those tall bookcases.

Keeping your conversations and laughter to a minimum near the comics, sneaking kisses in the section of dictionaries, simply sitting and doing nothing with your backs against the science fiction shelves. It was like anything was possible with him when you two were in that maze of books.

Like for once the outside world meant nothing.

It was still a mystery to you how you and Sugawara got this close. Months before this the only time you two would exchange words were as acquaintances, simple hello’s and the occasional goodbye. Apparently something in the universe had clicked, now it was like you knew everything about him. From his favorite color to his fears. And vice versa.

Of course, the fear of someone walking along those tall bookcases to find you and Sugawara being borderline disobedient lingered in the back of your head. But the adrenaline you got every time he’d grab your wrist and whisk you away would always overshadow that feeling. 

Nothing, not one thing in the world, compares to when you were on library duty with Sugawara.

A/N: (Please do let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!)

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Act 1.1: Satō (Y/N)

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.)

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The rooftop is silent.

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.)

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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.

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“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.

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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!)

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Prelude: Lights Out

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.

15. Moving to Miyagi.

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Your parents don’t bid you goodbye as you leave. 

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.”)

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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.

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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.)

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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.)

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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. 

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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.

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And the light you had once shone so brightly in Osaka flickers and fades to darkness. 

Stage Play

A Haikyuu Various x Fem!Reader fic

Multiple Endings; Angst + Fluff

Summary: In which you’re pseudo-famous and run from the media to restart your life in Miyagi.

Trigger Warnings: Negligent parents, slight themes of Depression in early chapters, (Y/N) matures too fast, bullying (past)

Romantic Interests: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kindaichi, Kunimi, Futakuchi, Aone, Kuroo, Kenma, Yaku, Lev, Yamamoto, Daichi, Sugawara, Kageyama, Hinata, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Tanaka, Asahi, Ennoshita, Akaashi, Bokuto, Osamu, Atsumu, Kita, Suna.

Other Locations Published: Quotev || AO3

Date Started:5/1/2022 — TBA

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0. Prelude—Lights Out

1. Act 1.1—Satō (Y/N)

2. Act 1.2—Glass Cannon

Koushi Sugawara - Childhood Friend (Part 2)

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!

A Koushi Sugawara story from the HQ+Kareshi Childhood Friend series

Read below!

(Part 1 is here!)

The last panel is a short Q&A from the artist!

once again yibs is a complete [MEOW] for the cleanup-
AMBULANCE WEE WOO SUGA TOO FINE HEART RATE WENT UP WEE WOO AMBULANCE
seriously how does this guy wake up and look SO FINE-
me and my friend at the foot of his bed takin pictures-
HIM IMMEDIATELY GETTING EMBARRASSED AFTER HE GOT BOLD IS ASGDJHLFD
…suga yawning…is everything to me…no i will not explain further…
ik lots of people say asahi reminds them of jesus but THE A/N FROM THE ARTIST REALLY WENT ALL FOR IT-
speaking of asahi i’m looking forward to his CF chapter-

Thank you for reading!

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Koushi Sugawara - Childhood Friend (Part 1)

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!

A Koushi Sugawara story from the HQ+Kareshi Childhood Friend series

Read below!

The last panel is a short Q&A from the artist!

Here is part 2!

In the first page, he calls you “mom” because you two are playing house (idk how to word it i never played house when i was little)
AAAAA HES SO CUTE ARRGHGHHHH I WANNA KIDNAP HIM hey buddy hold still *cursed grab emoji*
nobody:
babie suga: ✨️️✨

Thank you for reading!

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hq boys (sugawara, Hinata, ushijima, iwaizumi) reacting to you coming back tired from work/having a tough day

masterlist

sugawara

• what a darling, honestly!!
• if he knows you’re tired, he’ll just be very quiet,, go into the kitchen make some herbal tea for you that helps soothe you!!
• he’ll even run warm bath and will offer to wash your hair!!
• and most importantly, he’ll take out his secret stash of soft pajamas that he was saving for himself,, but he’ll give them to you and probably cuddle you till you go to sleep </3
• he’ll kiss the top of your head and smile

hinata

• hinata was probably super excited when he saw you at the front door,, but then he saw the look on your face and he was like “oh–no.”
• so he immediately rushes to his bed, underneath which he’s kept this box of your favorite chocolates and chips,, anything to make you feel better
• he takes out your night suit,, and puts you in bed as he hums this lullaby,,
• he probably won’t be able to sleep all night because of how worried he is for you,, he hates tired you :/

ushijima

• ushijima has a gut feeling in practice that something is about to be very wrong so when he goes back home and is greeted with a very dull you,,
• he figures it out in the span of seconds and before you know,,, he asks you to give him 2 mins,, he takes a quick shower
• he asks if you’ve ate something,,
• and then he drags you to bed,, you’re the small spoon, and he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder blade,, stroking to your hair and you’re going to forget you were ever tired with this big man

iwaizumi

• iwaizumi instantly KNOWS so he does what he does best,,
• make soup
• no seriously,, iwaizumi makes great comfort soup with noodles and it’s really comforting and heartwarming!! he’ll make you a warm bowl of deliciousness,,
• he’ll play some jazz in the background and the two of you can sway together,, until he carries you back to bed where you sleep in his arms >:(

hi my dearest followers! (idk what to call you guys lol)

so i had this idea of when the members accidentally turn into babies, and i wanted to make it real. so let me know if you want me to work on it! ☺️ i’ll start with nekoma if u don’t mind requests/scenarios will also be appreciated! whether you comment it below or send me an anonymous request☺️

ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜɴᴏ

[ — ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] [ — ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ]

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴏʏᴏ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ ʏᴜ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏꜱʜɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ꜱᴀᴡᴀᴍᴜʀᴀ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ ᴀᴢᴜᴍᴀɴᴇ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ᴛᴀᴅᴀꜱʜɪ ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜᴄʜɪ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴛᴀɴᴀᴋᴀ ◃ ۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

— headcanons:

nothing yet…