they should make a version of socializing that doesn’t make you feel like you’re still the weird 12 year old kid that doesn’t know why she’s not normal like the other kids
Hiiii I ABSOLUTELY love and adore your writing its always so cute and fluffy I can physically feel my teeth rot from the sweetness but I don't mind ♥️ Can you write something like the reader is Hinata's foreigner cousin and either Kageyama or Tsukishima has a crush on her and try to flirt but Hinata is not having it and its just really fluffy and funny thanksss🌸🌸🎀🎀 Again, I lov your writing♥️
AH1IAHAHWUW ILY THANK U SM FOR READING <3 i always get some kind of boost whenever someone requests. i picked kageyama since i have an upcoming fic for tsukipoo
synopsis: hinata’s foreigner cousin transfers in the middle of the school year, and kageyama develops the world’s most obvious crush—too bad hinata is ready to fistfight him in broad daylight.
kageyama tobio x f!reader
category: fluff fluff fluff!!
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the gym doors squeaked as hinata shoved them open, his grin almost splitting his face in half. “guys! GUYS!! big news!!”
the team collectively groaned.
“if it’s about meat buns again—” daichi started.
“it’s NOT,” hinata cut him off dramatically. “this is about my cousin; she moved here from another country.”
hinata puffed up. “she’s the BEST cousin. you’re gonna love her. but she’s MY cousin, so hands OFF.”
before anyone could reply, hinata waved someone in.
and you stepped inside.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
it was quiet. too quiet.
you smiled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “um… hi. i’m hinata’s cousin, y/n. i just transferred here. nice to meet you all.”
tanaka and nishinoya immediately combusted.
“AN ANGEL JUST WALKED INTO THE GYM,” nishinoya shrieked.
“WE’RE NOT WORTHY!!” tanaka wailed, already on his knees.
daichi smacked both of them on the head. “calm down.”
but kageyama— oh, kageyama was silent.
because the second his eyes landed on you, his brain short-circuited.
something inside him went error 404.
he was staring. he knew he was staring. but he couldn’t stop. his ears burned, his hands twitched like he forgot what hands even did, and for a horrifying moment he thought maybe he forgot how to breathe.
hinata beamed, oblivious. “kageyama say hi! this is my cousin!”
“h-hi,” kageyama croaked. his voice cracked so badly it echoed off the gym walls.
you smiled at him. smiled. “hi.”
kageyama’s brain has been toasted.
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practice was… chaos.
kageyama, normally sharp and precise, was suddenly fumbling tosses like he’d never seen a volleyball before. he tripped twice. he served into the wall. at one point he yelled “MOM” instead of “MINE.”
everyone noticed.
“bro,” tanaka wheezed, clutching his stomach. “he’s DOWN BAD.”
“he’s not even down bad,” nishinoya gasped. “he’s buried six feet under.”
tsukishima smirked from the sidelines. “wow. who knew a single smile could turn the king of the court into a court jester.”
“shut UP,” kageyama snapped, face redder than a tomato.
meanwhile, you clapped happily from the bench, clearly impressed. “you guys are so good! i can’t believe you practice this hard every day.”
kageyama almost ascended to heaven on the spot.
but hinata? hinata had entered protective cousin mode.
every time kageyama looked at you for longer than a millisecond, hinata zoomed in like a hawk.
“don’t even think about it,” hinata hissed, squinting at his setter.
“i’m not thinking about anything!” kageyama stammered.
“you ARE. i can SEE IT.”
“what are you— i’m NOT—”
“YES YOU ARE.”
the rest of the team sat back like they were watching a live drama.
“this is better than tv,” yamaguchi whispered.
“better than meat buns?” tanaka asked.
“...almost,” yamaguchi admitted.
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the first real incident happened during water break.
you had been chatting with yamaguchi when kageyama made his move. clutching a spare water bottle like it was an engagement ring, he shuffled up to you.
“um,” he muttered, ears flaming, “do you— do you want this? i, uh, i brought an extra. for you.”
your eyes lit up. “oh, that’s so sweet! thank you, kageyama.”
boy, was he whipped.
but before you could even unscrew the cap, hinata dove in like a flying squirrel.
“NO THANKS!! SHE HAS HER OWN WATER!!” hinata screeched, snatching the bottle.
“HEY—”
“FAMILY DISCOUNT!! ONLY I GET TO GIVE HER WATER!!”
“THAT’S NOT—WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!”
while they bickered, you calmly reached over and took the bottle back. “thanks, kageyama. you’re very thoughtful.”
kageyama froze.
very thoughtful.
no one had ever called him that in his entire life.
he spent the rest of practice staring at his hands like they had magical powers.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the second incident: the door.
after practice, kageyama jogged ahead to hold the gym door open for you.
“uh,” he said stiffly, “you can go first.”
you smiled. “oh, thank you!”
before you could step forward, hinata slid tackled him like it was the olympics.
“NOPE!! I’M HER COUSIN!!” hinata yelled, practically ripping the door off its hinges to hold it open himself.
you blinked, half amused. “...shōyō, he was just being polite.”
“POLITE IS MY JOB!!” hinata snapped, glaring at kageyama like he just declared war.
kageyama, flat on the floor, groaned.
“this is incredible,” tsukishima deadpanned. “ten bucks says hinata tackles him again tomorrow.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
eventually, the team couldn’t resist meddling.
tanaka and nishinoya started narrating every interaction like sports commentators.
“ohh, kageyama’s walking over— will he confess? will he combust?!”
“blocked AGAIN by hinata! brutal defense, folks!”
yamaguchi even made a tally chart in his notebook titled times hinata cockblocks kageyama. it filled up fast.
but the funniest part? you seemed completely unaware. every time they bickered, you just tilted your head like, boys are weird, and went back to cheering them on.
which, honestly, only made kageyama fall harder.
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one saturday, it happened. the fluffy scene to end all fluffy scenes.
you showed up to practice in casual clothes—carrying a bag of snacks.
“i thought you guys might be hungry,” you said brightly, holding it out.
the team erupted.
“FOOD?!”
“SHE BROUGHT US FOOD!!”
“AN ANGEL!!”
everyone swarmed you like pigeons. everyone except kageyama, who hovered awkwardly in the back, too nervous to move.
you noticed.
“kageyama?” you called gently. “don’t you want some?”
he froze. “m-me?”
“of course,” you said, smiling. “you’re working hard too.”
slowly, like he was approaching a sacred shrine, kageyama stepped forward. you handed him a rice ball. your fingers brushed his.
that was it. kageyama tobio was gone.
his face turned crimson, his heart pounded like a jackhammer, and before he could stop himself, he blurted—
“THANK YOU. YOU’RE AMAZING.”
silence.
you blinked, then laughed softly. “you’re welcome.”
hinata dropped his snack. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME—”
but kageyama didn’t even hear him. he was too busy staring at the rice ball in his hands like it was proof that miracles existed.
for the rest of practice, he played like a man possessed. sets crisp, serves sharp, tosses perfect.
everyone noticed.
“guess all he needed was a rice ball from his crush,” tanaka muttered.
kageyama overheard. his ears turned scarlet. “SHUT UP!!”
but he couldn’t stop smiling.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
and that night, lying in bed, kageyama whispered to himself:
“i’m gonna marry her.”
somewhere across town, hinata sneezed violently.
“ugh,” hinata grumbled, glaring at the ceiling. “i knew he was up to something.”
you can never go home because you fell asleep for a thousand years and when you woke up and returned there, your society had changed, your house had fallen and all of your friends were dead. you can never go home because you made a choice and were shattered into pieces and your home was destroyed in your wake. you can never go home because someone took you and changed you against your will and although your home is the same, the person who belonged there is dead. you can never go home because you committed a crime and your family expelled you and even as they extend a hand of reconciliation, you will never forgive them. you can never go home because your home was a person and someone murdered her and now you drift and grieve to the point of insanity. you can never go home because you never knew your sister but she gave you every opportunity you have and now she's dead and your parents see nothing but her in your eyes.
I will care about superhero movies for the first time ever if and only if hugh jackman and ryan reynolds fuck nasty for a truly uncomfortable amount of time in that new deadpool movie
if hades was truly moved by orpheus' lament for euridyce, then why would he insist that orpheus turn his back on her during their ascent, unless he thought there was a chance that he would be tormented by uncertainty and look back? if the christian god is omniscient and knows all that ever is and will be, then why would he tell lot's wife to flee the city without looking back when he knew that she would? the game was rigged from the start
some of yall about to be real mad at me but it must be said if you’re not very careful your possessions will possess you tv taught me how to feel now real life has no appeal it has no appeal it has no appeal
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