pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f!reader x bokuto koutaro
chapter summary: Bokuto and Kuroo have a heart to heart
wc: 2.7k
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chapter 13.5 ✧ CREAM PUFF
Slivers of warm light began to peek through the half-drawn blinds of the kitchen window, broken rays of sun slowly creeping its way across the dining room table. The ceiling fan’s motor hummed innocuously above head, circulating nothing but stale air. There was a ring-shaped water stain on the varnished wood of the table, settled beneath an almost empty glass, and all Kuroo could think in that second was that he probably should have gotten a coaster.
Just outside his kitchen window, the sun ushers in a new dawn, and the entire neighborhood is soaked in soft yellow. The elderly couple that lived up the street were taking their dog on it’s morning walk, and they’ll buy a coffee from the shop next to the convenience store. There was the telltale sound of jingling keys as his neighbor leaves for his early morning shift at the hospital. The day moves on as it’s always meant to, indifferent to the night’s events that were already long over.
In this apartment, silence hung in the air, thick and frozen as if time itself were afraid to touch it. A bottle sits empty on its side, contents consumed by the very men that sat on opposing sides, neither a word exchanged in the past hour and a half.
The tears had dried on the soft planes of Bokuto’s cheeks shortly after the last drop of liquor passed down Kuroo’s throat. Whiskey burned from the tip of his tongue down into the pit of his stomach, and the heat made him dizzy. Kuroo’s tongue felt like cotton in his mouth, so dry that if he spoke, he knew his words would amount to nothing but dust.
I AM BACK! A lot has happened these past few months, but at least I’m back! I’ll hopefully try tobio write more hcs and oneshots :) ALSO, I have received more haikyuu fanmade goods and I’m so excited to share them 😭
SUMMARY: You have loved Oikawa for a long time. He catches up eventually.
A/N: first chapter is set from middle school to first year hs- next one will begin from third year (same as anime)
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Oikawa Tooru was not a genius.
Sure, he was gifted with more aptitude than most on the court, and an athletic build that allowed him to shine over his teammates— but still, even with all the gifts he was blessed with, he was not a genius.
Oikawa remembered sitting in the kitchen one night, eating his dinner that had long gone cold, his older sister in front of him furiously scribbling down notes as he complained about this particular dilemma.
“Tooru, do you think that people are like houses?” Tamaki had asked suddenly, interrupting him as he rambled on about the new first year who was clearly vying for his position.
He had pouted at her, whining about how she wasn’t listening to him or his problems, but was intrigued nonetheless.
“My philosophy professor talked about it in class today and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.” she exclaimed, all bright and wide-eyed as she spoke.
“Think about it— we’re all just houses right? Different pieces of ourselves living in different rooms, each with their own meaning and purpose. We have a sitting room where people come in so they can get to know us; a kitchen where we cook up our dreams and ambitions.” she spoke quickly. “But we never let them see our bedrooms, never let them venture further unless we really trust them. We hide our bedrooms, and lock our basement doors.”
Oikawa had looked at her as if she had grown two heads there and then. Tamaki had never been one to be philosophical, or even smart with her words, but here she was spouting out all these ideas as if they were matter of fact. It was a rare occasion that he managed to actually take in anything she said to him, but as he lay in bed that night her words echoed in his head.
In some way, she did make sense. The human body as a house.
Oikawa’s body was a house.
There was maintenance work everyday to make sure he looked his best, upkeep to make sure that everything ran smoothly. There were rooms littered all over his body, just as Tamaki had said, that stored every little piece that made him who he was. A sitting room for his pride, a kitchen that fueled his ambitions, a basement full of his ghosts.
But there were also rooms he didn’t like to think about— rooms that he wouldn’t let anyone else see. He kept them locked and hid the keys, never entering the rooms himself as an act of self-preservation. Everyone had their ugly sides, and Oikawa was no exception. Human beings were messy, ugliness tucked away in dark corners, rooms locked away to prevent any flaws showing; it was human to have them, but even more so to despise them.
Oikawa was human in the sense that he hated those parts, because he knew those bits were dangerous. Those bits made people stop loving you.
Oikawa wasn’t sure if he felt real unless people were loving him.
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Oikawa could vividly remember the first day his basement door rattled.
The cold wooden floor beneath his feet. The sweat dripping down his forehead. The squeak of shoes as they bounced around the court. The voices of the players as they called out to one another.
He was trying so hard. He poured every bit of himself during practice that most days he woke up with aching muscles no amount of warm showers could help with.
He remembered sitting on the bench, eyes planted on his feet as he willed himself to regulate his breath while his heart hammered against his chest, slowly cracking as if the pieces were slowly crumbling and threatening to wreck his insides. He was surprised it didn’t.
It was nothing more than a practice game, nothing that mattered in the end. But he was crumbling, mind too bleak to function and now he had been replaced, with someone two years his junior nonetheless. All because he wasn’t enough.
“Good job Kageyama!”
“Nice set!”
It was hard to describe the lump that formed in his throat, but it was easy to feel. It tasted like acid on his tongue, his hands shaking as he felt a chill go through him. Maybe he was just extra tired today, or he was off his game, or maybe he was just a shitty person sometimes— but he couldn’t help the resentment from festering in his gut.
He had spent all those extra hours in practice, sweat drenched and hands aching, before he was finally picked to become the starting setter for their team. He worked hard for it. And yet, his efforts were being sidelined by a first year who had just joined.
It wasn’t fair.
He tried to shake the thoughts from his head but soon enough it started to grow roots, branching out and taking hold of his mind. He winced. It wasn’t wise to think like this, especially when he just had to try harder, but it was easier said than done.
That evening, he refused to stop practicing until he was on the verge of collapsing. The thoughts of failure swirled around in his head— keep going, his mind yelled. Try harder, it yelled louder.
“Oikawa-san, can you teach me how to do a jump serve?”
He froze. He thought he had been all alone, Iwaizumi long-giving up after he ignored his attempts to make him stop, but it’s like his failure was mocking him right in his face.
He looked up, meeting dark eyes that held amazement in them, for him, but all he saw was the look of failure staring right back at him; a cruel reminder that he fell short of what was expected of him.
He saw red. The ghosts hidden in his basement were rattling the door, desperate to be let loose and crush him. His breathing became labored, and his mind went into survival mode.
A monster, standing in front of him. A monster, desperate to reach him and pull him under, stealing his ambitions and covering them in darkness.
“Get away from me.” he whispered. The monster only glowed brighter.
“Get away from me.” he said, louder, moving closer, fists clenching at his sides.
“Get away from me!” he yelled, fist raised, ready to defend himself.
“Oikawa!” Iwaizumi called out, grabbing his raised fist.
Time stopped. In front of him, was a young boy clutching a volleyball, confusion swirling in his eyes.
Iwaizumi heard him say something, and the boy left, but his heart was beating too loud for him to hear anything else. He looked at his hands, then straight ahead.
What the hell just happened.
Iwaizumi grabbed a hold of his shirt, face to face, “Asshole! What do you think you’re doing?”
Oikawa shoved his hands away. “What the hell do you know!” chests heaving, frustration coming out, “You don’t know anything.”
“I’ll never be good enough to beat him! I’m too weak, so I need to keep practicing, I need to get better, I need—”
The next thing he knew, he had landed on the floor, clutching his nose painfully as blood trickled down.
“Idiot!” Iwaizumi screamed. “You were subbed out today because you lost your cool; we subbed you out for your own benefit!”
“This isn’t about you against them, it’s us versus them!” Iwaizumi continued. “Volleyball is a team sport, get that through your thick skull or you’ll never be better than anyone.”
Volleyball is a team sport.
Oikawa laughed, much to Iwaizumi’s displeasure.
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“There’s a new manager joining the team.” Makki sounds smug as he informs the team.
Oikawa looks up from tying his laces, analysing the different reactions from everyone else. In all honesty, he didn’t think having a manager would add any real benefit to the team, but he was a first year and no one else was complaining, so he remained quiet.
“When is he starting?” Mattsun asks.
“She is starting next week, according to Coach Nobuteru.” Makki informs, his grin growing bigger by the second.
“A girl?” Iwaizumi asks, confusion painted in his face. “She’ll be eaten alive by everyone here.”
It was unheard of for a girl to become a manager for Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team. Oikawa wondered what made her so special; and how Makki had found out about her, he would rather not know.
“Don’t worry about her Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, clasping him on the back, “I doubt she’ll even look at you.”
Seconds later he feels a sharp thump on the back of his head, courtesy of Iwaizumi’s heavy palm. He hears a grumbled Shittykawa before everyone quickly shuffles to get ready for practice as the captain announces the drills for the day.
A new manager. Huh.
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“Ohayo gozaimasu! My name is Y/N.”
Today was the first time the team was meeting the new manager, and everyone was gathered together in one big half circle. Everyone else said their greetings, and Oikawa saw the blush creeping up your neck all the way to the tips of your ears.
You weren’t at all what he was expecting. Honestly, Oikawa wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. You were quiet, never holding much eye contact as you got acquainted with everyone, shoulders hunched into your body as if you were trying to take up as little space as you could.
You had showed up at the gym for after school practice, introducing yourself before bowing at the waist, then said nothing more as you stuck to Coach Nobuteru’s side.
Oikawa didn’t have the opportunity to talk with you much after that, practice being at the forefront of his mind as he got started on the drills for the day. Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team ran deep, with a countless number of members available that it was hard to make it onto the starting lineup.
He was quickly making his way up to the bench, and with enough determination to fuel him, Oikawa was certain that he would make it into a match soon enough.
There was always a weird sort of alignment that took over his body once Oikawa got into volleyball, his body seemingly falling into place, all the rooms in his body quieting as they all focused on this one thing. His brain zeroed in on volleyball, and it robbed his mind of anything else, including you and your red cheeks and hunched in shoulders.
He would get to know you later.
And later came in the form of a weird interaction during their break in between practice.
Oikawa watched you as you sat on the bench, making some notes in a tiny notebook as Coach Nobuteru spoke to you in a hushed voice. When he walked away, Oikawa decided that it was the perfect time to make his introduction.
Oikawa was usually blessed with grace in social situations, but today, he just started talking as if he was on auto-pilot.
“You’re Y/N right?” He asked, stopping as he stood in front of you. He tried using his most casual tone, but it felt both forced and natural.
“Yes.” you said as you looked up from your book, making eye contact. You got up to bow at him but Oikawa stopped you before you could, waving off your actions. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Cute, he thought. “What class are you in?”
“I’m in class 1-6.”
“Oh, we’re in the same class then.” Oikawa says, noting that your eyes are focused on the ground right now, refusing to meet his. “We can help each other study for tests then, I’ve heard Kishida-Sensei is a harsh marker.”
Every brain cell in his body was telling him to stop talking already, to finish introducing himself and just walk away, because he was probably weirding the absolute shit out of the new manager that he would be seeing a lot of for the next three years. But he kept going, because Oikawa didn’t know how to half-ass anything, even this.
“Oh, I’ve heard that too.” you say, and your voice catches him off guard. There’s shyness lingering in your tone, but it sounds sweet, smothered in honey. The first thing he had noticed about you since you had walked in was your face, the way it was almost cherubic, a certain glow radiating from your skin, and how the seemingly permanent blush on your cheeks reminded him of a doll, fresh out of the box.
“Well, I’m Oikawa Tooru.” he says, holding his hand out for you to shake. The second he did it, he realised two things: one, this was the first time he had even mentioned his name to you, and two, who the hell still offers handshakes, much less two 15 year old meeting for the first time?
You take his hand slowly, shaking it as you look up at him for the first time and your eyes, coming from a face like that, is— disarming to say the least.
“Oikawa Tooru, that’s a… that’s a nice name.” you comment, and this time it’s his turn to blush. “It sounds familiar.”
Oikawa motions for you to follow him, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing but you’re following him now so he can’t stop. He stands in front of a bulletin board, one filled with practice schedules, upcoming trips and important news.
The left hand corner is a space reserved for news articles about the volleyball team, Aoba Johsai’s pride and joy. And there, in the centre of it all is a news article about him, how the middle school boy’s volleyball tournament had awarded the Best Setter award to one Oikawa Tooru, his proud, smiling face on the front cover. He points his finger at it, and god, he wonders if he was always this shameless.
“That’s you?” you ask, voice small as you stare at the article.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
There’s a new brightness in your eyes, the edges of your lips curling into a smile. “You’re very cool Oikawa-san.”
Oikawa’s heart skips a beat, your smile making his insides feel warm, like sunlight creeping in through an open window on a summer day. Cool. You thought he was cool.
It was weird this whole interaction. His body moved as if on auto-pilot, even when his brain was yelling at him to shut up. It wasn’t until after practice that he realised why he had shown you that article of him unnecessarily.
It was his pride in the sitting room, smelling new blood in the air and it felt the need to establish his dominance, his worth.
It was his pride that had opened the front door before you could even knock, and had let you in to see all the ways he shined.
Oikawa didn’t know whether to laugh or hang his head in shame. He didn’t understand why his pride was the default reaction every time he met anyone knew, didn’t understand how he could easily open the door to someone he had barely met. Strangers were supposed to be the last people you ever invited into your house.
Maybe in the future, he’d regret letting his ego steer him so recklessly. For now, he’d savour the look of awe that flashed in your eyes.
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“She’s a bit shy.” Oikawa comments, nodding towards your figure as you sat on the bench watching the different practice games taking place. It had been a whole week since his interaction with you, and for reasons unbeknownst to him, his brain had latched onto you as of late.
Perhaps it was because his pride had reared its ugly head at the sight of fresh prey, sitting pretty in the foyer of his body and ready to attack at any time.
“Who?” Iwaizumi asked, looking to see where Oikawa’s gaze was fixed. “Y/N?”
Oikawa nodded. You had joined the team last week, and apart from Coach Nobuteru, you had yet to talk to any of the players. It wasn’t that everyone else hadn’t been trying— just earlier, Makki had tried to strike up a conversation with you but he had come back looking sullen, saying you were a tad too shy for his liking.
(Oikawa knew that his attempts at flirting had failed miserably, but he didn’t want to rub salt in the wound so he nodded silently.)
People seemed to just be drawn to you, because they kept coming back, even if all you did was nod and smile politely, or contribute a few words of acknowledgement to the conversation.
Despite everyone’s varying efforts, you seemed to be more spooked by the attention rather than receptive of it, your shoulders more hunched than they had been when you first came in.
Maybe it was Oikawa’s fault.
“It’s definitely your fault, dumbass.” Iwaizumi grunts, and shit, Oikawa must have said that last bit aloud. “What did you expect to happen when you showed off to her like that on her first day? She must think the rest of us are big, egotistical jerks as well.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes. “I regret telling you things sometimes.”
Iwaizumi had already laid into him the first time he heard about Oikawa’s interaction with you, telling him off for being so shameless and making everyone else look bad.
“Are you going to fix it?” Iwaizumi asked, but Oikawa could only look away.
He knew that he had to do something, but he was caught in a weird in-between right now— even though a part of him did feel a very real regret about how he’d acted in his first interaction with you, there was also a very real part of him that didn’t regret it.
Sure, it was smaller in comparison, but it was still there, and it wasn’t something that he could ignore. He hated that he couldn’t ignore it, that part of him serving as a small pebble that had found its way inside his shoe and digging deeper and deeper until it was all that was on his mind.
Oikawa pressed his lips together. He imagined grabbing the shadow of his ego by the neck and dragging it into one of the locked rooms he never usually dared to touch.
Iwaizumi sighed loudly, and it snapped him out of his thoughts.
“I will.” Oikawa said, nodding. Iwaizumi didn’t seem convinced but thankfully dropped it.
“Do it soon— the tournament is coming up and I’m sure the coach would really appreciate it if there was no tension within the team. Especially if you’re looking for a starting position.” Iwaizumi gave him a pointed look, before turning on his heel and leaving Oikawa alone with his thoughts again.
Oikawa watched as Iwaizumi approached you, startling you before striking up a conversation. Oikawa thought it was weird— in all his years of knowing him, it wasn’t like Iwaizumi to go out of his way to talk to anyone, much less someone new.
But there Iwaizumi was, smiling and talking openly with you, who was giving him the same wide-eyed look that Oikawa was on the receiving end before. It was almost fascinating to watch his best friend talk to you, watching him go through the effort just to make you feel comfortable.
Your eyes really were so big, so round— so full of light. Oikawa could see them from where he stood.
A passing thought ran through him then, rattling in his ribs and dissolving into an echo.
I want you to look at me like that again.
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“Let’s go again!” Oikawa panted. He was bent at the waist, hands on his knees and sweat dripping down his forehead and every inch of his body. He felt close to passing out.
“You sure?” Iwaizumi asked. He himself was winded, worked beyond exhaustion but he knew best why Oikawa was pushing himself to the absolute limit.
The winter tournament would begin tomorrow. Their team had been preparing well, no shortage of practice matches courtesy of Coach Nobuteru and his endless connections, but still, it seemed that Oikawa was in his head, determined to fight a shadow only he could see.
Oikawa nodded and then hung his head, still panting. From this angle, it looked like his neck might snap any minute. He wiped his sweaty hands on his shorts before standing up to his full height, sheer will power giving him the energy to keep going.
From being friends with Oikawa since he was a child, Iwaizumi liked to think that he knew the multiple faces of Oikawa Tooru, familiarizing himself with each new one that appeared. This face wasn’t new, but it still caught him off-guard every time. It was his ‘determined to win’ face, as Iwaizumi took to calling it.
Steely eyes, jaw taut, eyebrows furrowed— his face, usually donning a carefree smile was replaced with a hardness that wasn’t usually there.
Oikawa Tooru could get deathly serious about volleyball.
You watched from the sidelines, sitting on a bench as you tried to write up the notes Coach Nobuteru had given you about tomorrow’s game. In all honesty, you didn’t have to be here. It had already been a long day balancing your personal responsibilities with your responsibilities to the team, and trying to wrap your head around everything.
But you wanted to stay. You didn’t know how to describe it, but watching Oikawa whenever he got serious about volleyball was satisfying, lighting a fire in your chest. Watching him pour his heart into a game made you believe you were also capable of anything you set your mind to.
You were a lot more surprised by how hard he worked than you felt like you should be. All the members of the team were all similarly hardworking, everyone pushing their limits to heights that you reckoned were rarely possible for typical high school boys. But there was something special about watching Oikawa sink into game mode, so immediate that it was like a switch was flipped.
Oikawa, far too often felt like the sun— all charming smiles, teasing jokes, boisterous laughter.
It was disarming to see him be a cold moon.
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As fate would have it, Oikawa ended up sitting next to you on the bus to Sendai Gymnasium. He could feel Iwaizumi’s eyes on him as he boarded the bus, but he chose to ignore it and smiled at you as he took the aisle seat.
You smiled back, and maybe it was a trick of the light, or maybe it was just Oikawa’s eyesight fucking him up, but this smile was different. A new one.
“Hi.” you greeted, still smiling that new smile. “Are you nervous?”
Oikawa blinked. The bus lurched into motion and he felt his stomach lurch with it. He desperately groped for something to say, and landed on a lame “Yeah, a little.” but your answering smile was somehow brighter. Like you were happy to have gotten a response at all.
“You’ve worked hard.” you commented off-handedly. “Worked the most, I think. Give yourself some credit.”
Your eyes were shining, the late morning sun shining in your eyes— you looked different from the girl that had first stumbled into the gym a few months ago. Oikawa felt shy under your gaze.
But after his initial wave of nerves about speaking to you, Oikawa leaned in to listen, letting you guide the conversation and butting in occasionally when he felt like it was needed.
A you that talked comfortably around him was leagues better than you avoiding his eyes and looking at the ground every time he spoke to you. A you that smiled at him freely and openly, like you were giving away a gift that you didn’t understand the true value of, was leagues better than when you seemed to flinch back every time Oikawa so much as walked in your direction.
So Oikawa let you talk, smiled a little wider when you made a small joke. You were so endearing.
He had made a mess of his first interaction with you, his ego rearing its ugly head and baring its teeth at you, desperate to show all of the ways that he was worthy, but maybe he could still fix things.
He’d throw his pride to one side and walk you through walls that were warmer, halls that Oikawa liked to show people he wanted to stay around for a long time.
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There was a certain air of tension and nervousness oozing off everyone as they began warm ups for their first game. It was silent, save for the sound of shoes on the floor, volleyballs bouncing in every direction. Every person had their own ticks, their own individual pre-game ritual.
It had been hard at the start, adjusting to a whole new team, learning each new person’s strengths and weaknesses. It wouldn’t be an overnight process, getting closer, and learning to work seamlessly as a team would be an uphill battle.
But their foundation lay with each person’s pieces, all different but somehow molding into one— the house of them, built together with extended olive branches and made stronger with time.
Hanamaki, despite his bouts of childish immaturity, was always willing to hear about how he could improve his plays and help the team. Matsukawa, despite his aloof nature, was always quietly listening in the background, pushing himself while everyone underestimated him. Iwaizumi, despite his cold demeanour, was always leaving his comfort zone to build bonds with others and grow. You, despite your initial shyness, willing to come out of your shell and help the team in any way you knew how.
Oikawa wasn’t sure what it meant to be a good team yet, but he did know it started with the little acts of kindness, with the consistent act of trying.
He, of all people, knew it was incredibly hard having people in the house of you, laying yourself open and letting them see all the good and the bad. His problem lay in the fact that they would eventually come across a room that they didn’t like.
Oikawa imagined letting his new friends wander in on their own, imagined holding open doors to rooms he himself didn’t dare enter. The same old fear gripped him, so familiar and so worn that it washed over him like a second skin.
But right next to it was a new feeling— willingness, quiet but present.
Because for all of Oikawa’s fear, he was still excited. He was excited about the idea of having new friends, new people he could depend on, the prospect of having people beside him to cheer him on just as he would them.
He looked forward to facing what was ahead, and if it meant keeping everyone next to him, maybe he could bring himself to be less afraid.
Oikawa wasn’t sure if he was ready to show them everything, especially you, but they made him want to try.
a/n: first chapter is an emotional rollercoaster i apologise— i think i've gone a bit mad with this whole house metaphor but bear with me ! it will all make sense i promise <3 (this has for the most part been edited but will fix mistakes any mistakes later!)
♡ a/n: ahhh my first commission! thank you so much to @theflowersareblooming
“You still wanna do this Tooru?” you nudge your boyfriend at the entrance of the haunted house. Oikawa’s gaze meet yours and he playfully rolls his eyes at you, shaking his head.
“I should be asking you that question” he responds, earning a scoff from you.
A week ago, your friends had told you about this new haunted house that had opened and how they took their own s/o’s there for a date. Captivated by their stories, you proposed the date idea to your own boyfriend.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — xiao. (since launch after seeing his beta leak, i saved up JUST FOR HIM. i still main him but that’s gonna change when itto comes out ahem what?)
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖 — zhongli. (i swear he is such a kind man, i adore him ngl he’s someone i would definitely entrust my safety/life to)
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 — raiden. (the reason why i don’t like her is because she killed tomo/kazuha’s friend, and then almost killed tohma and the traveler TWICE)
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 — scaramouche. (i don’t think everyone necessarily hates him, but can find him obnoxious and destructive)
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 — (i can’t really think of anyone tbh with you? i mean i still love xiao, kazuha and scaramouche but they’ve been knocked down on their pedestals as soon as i heard about itto and saw him)
𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 / 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 — cryo and hydro.
𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 — pole-arm and claymore.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇 😩 — arataki itto. (HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SEXY BITCH??!)
𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — (i don’t really ship characters but tohma x ayaka or kazuha x tomo)
𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄 — (i don’t really ship like i said but i can’t think of any that i would despise.. probably kae**luc because that’s not okay or adults shipped with minors)
thank you so much for the tag @liyuesbian!! let’s do this <3
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — chongyun!! he’s the character that got me into genshin in the first place; i saw art / images of him [and xiao’s] design[s], and next thing you know, i have a gambling addiction.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖 — hmm. probably kazuha? initially, when they hype first started up for his character being released, i wasn’t too interested in him. then a good friend of mine showed so much passion + excitement for him that it kind of stuck with me, haha!!
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 — AJAX CHILDE TARTAGLIA THAT FUCKER [kidding kidding ajsksj i don’t have a serious answer for this!]
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 — chongyun,,, people who main / use him at all get so much hate in co-op, it’s ridiculous. i never play as him unless i’m friends with the person / people i’m co-oping with.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 — honestly, no one? i pretty much like or love every character to some degree, and they’ve either stayed that way or become more favored since! [unless these anons keep acting up about certain characters cough]
𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 / 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 — cryo!! to absolutely no one’s surprise!!
𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 — claymores!! i’ve mained characters with that weapon ever since i got noelle on the newcomer banner, and i’ll probably stick with them!
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇 😩 — none i’d die on the spot AKSJSKSN.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — everyone. live under one big room as one huge family and make a show out of it. [i just have no qualms with any of the characters lmao!]
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏 — kaeya or childe. but it would be a polite slap! a little, “hey, cut that shit out,” tap, you know?
𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — rosaria. she’s a badass so no one would mess with us, AND she’d make up for my lack of brain cells.
𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — i am,,, such an indecisive multi-shipper, this is a hard question ahdksjs!! but i do tend to favor opposites attract dynamics <3
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 — everyone!! anyone!! i’m afraid i might tag people that have already done it, so i’ll only mention a few that i know [think] for sure haven’t, but no pressure whatsoever; @ophelia-writes @athene-noctuaa @kazuhasbiggestsimp @ladyganyu @starrconch @nurserinnn @asterix-heavens @hopes-demise @enchantingries @yumpty-dumpty @paradise-creator and @sohyuki [if you’re feeling up to it of course!] <3
